10 excerpts from the essays of Water Margin .

Wild boar forest.

It is said that at that time, Xue Ba raised his stick with both hands, and Wang Lin Chong's head was split off. said that it was too late, it was fast, Xue Ba's stick was just raised, and I saw that the thunder behind the pine tree was also like a sound, and the iron Zen staff flew forward, separated the water and fire stick, and threw it away from the clouds, and jumped out of a fat monk, shouting: "The Sprinkle family has been listening to you in the forest for a long time!"

Wu Song beats the tiger: When I looked back at the sun, it gradually fell. It's October, and the days are short and the nights are long, so it's easy to get late. Wu Song said to himself

What kind of worm is that? People are afraid of themselves and dare not go up the mountain. Wu Song walked all the time, and the alcohol was strong and scorched.

With a whistle stick in one hand and a chest in front of him in the other, he staggered straight through the woods. When he saw a large bluestone with a light tart, he leaned the whistle stick to the side and turned his body over, but when he was about to sleep, he saw a gust of wind coming. The ancients had four verses of poetry that were the wind:

Invisible and shadowless, the four seasons can blow all things open. The yellow leaves are removed from the trees, and the white clouds are pushed out into the mountains.

Appreciation: This not only writes the time of tiger activity, but also writes the environment where tigers are infested. The two sentences convey a terrifying and sad atmosphere and mood, making people feel that a live tiger will suddenly jump out of the here and now.

Wu Song pressed the big worm's mouth straight into the yellow mud pit, and the big worm ate Wu Song and lost some strength. Wu Song grabbed the top flower skin tightly with his left hand, stole out his right hand, raised a fist the size of a hammer, and did his best to fight. Fifty or seventy punches were punched, and blood burst out from the eyes, mouth, nose, and ears of the big worm.

That Wu Song did his best in the past, and with the martial arts in his chest, he beat the big insects into a bunch in half a break, but he seemed to be blocking a brocade bag.

Appreciation: After several fights, the tiger's majesty gradually decreased, and in the end, how to be held down by Wu Song, how to struggle, how to be beaten to death by Wu Song, the writing is vivid and very realistic.

Hong Jiaotou"Put the stick to make a bang, spit out a portal, and call it a fire to burn the sky"Seeing that he was only cowardly, he was bullied into doing it in his stomach, and he was waiting to use the stick when he lifted the stick. Chai Jin shouted:"。

Let's stay. "Tell the dealer to take out a piece of silver, weighing twenty-five taels, and come to the front at no time. Chai:

Jin Naiyan:"The two heads of the sect competed, not the other, and the silver ingot was a profit. and if he wins, he shall take the money.

Chai Jin was in his heart, as long as Lin Chong showed his ability, he deliberately threw the silver on the ground. The head of the Hong Sect was deeply strange to Lin Chong, and he wanted to fight for this big silver, and he was afraid of losing his spirit, so he made a big effort to make a stick to the ground, spit out a portal, and called it a fire to burn the sky. Lin Chong thought:

Chai Daguan only needs me to win him in his heart. "also horizontal stick, make a portal, spit out a momentum, and call the grass to find the snake potential. Hong Jiaotou shouted:

Come, come, come! "Then the lid of the rod will come in. Lin Chong stepped back, and Hong Jiaotou rushed in, lifted the stick and came down again.

Lin Chong saw that his steps were out of order, and Lin Chong jumped the stick from the ground, and Hong Jiaotou was caught off guard, so he jumped and turned around, and the stick swept straight on the bones of Hong Jiao's head, skimmed the stick, and fell to the ground. Chai Jin was overjoyed and told him to bring the wine quickly. Everyone laughed in unison.

Where is the head of the Hong sect struggling to get up? The bankers smiled and helped. Hong Jiaotou was embarrassed and went out of the village.

Appreciation:) The passage also shows the artistic characteristics of the author's language, 1) in the writing style is good at using intricate techniques to avoid flat and direct description. It's going to be a competition, but it's not a competition, eat and drink first, and start the competition seriously, but it's half-truths and half-truths, and finally it's a real competition.

2) Concise and strong, only more than 100 words are used to write the competition process very vividly, and the different personalities of the characters are also about to come out.

It is the severe winter weather, the clouds are dense, and the wind is gradually rising; But it was already blowing one after another, and it was snowing heavily.

Lin Chong and Cha Pao were on the road and didn't buy a place to drink or eat.

When I came to the forage field early, I saw that there were some loess walls and two gates.

When I pushed it open and looked inside, there were seven or eight thatched huts made of warehouses, and there were horse straw piles in all directions, and a grass hall in the middle.

Golden nail Zhu Hu, jade pillar silver door. Painting carved beams, vermilion eaves and blue tiles. The green fence is low around the window, and the curtain is high and the treasure is hung.

Threshold. Five halls, with a golden book hanging in the middle; Two long corridors, color paintings out of the face into the phase. In the shadow of the green locust, the star gate is high.

Qingyun; In the green willow yin, Jingzhong Temple invaded Xiaohan. **In the palace, 36 Tiangang generals such as Song Gongming; Two.

In the corridor, Lie Zhuwu is the first seventy-two earth-shattering generals. The attendants in front of the door are hideous, and the subordinates are brave. Paper oven craftsman.

Build the building platform, and burn the silk in all seasons. The mast is high and hangs long, and the villagers of the two societies are sacrificed. The common people salute and are spiritual, and the ceremony is ritual.

Emperor Zhonglie. Ten thousand years of incense enjoy endlessly, thousands of years of meritorious table history.