Ask for a few famous essays, not a lot of space, but the more articles, the better

Introduce Xi Murong's.

How to make you meet me.

Zhu Ziqing's hurry, the moonlight on the lotus pond, the back, Ye Shengtao's tour of Jinhua's Shuanglong Cave.

Zhou Guoping's prose is very good.

There is no end to the sea of learning, and turning back is the shore.

Moonlight on the lotus pond. "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" is an essay written by the Chinese writer Zhu Ziqing when he was teaching at Tsinghua University, which is widely known for its inclusion in middle school Chinese textbooks and is a famous modern lyrical prose.

The full text can be divided into four parts. The author first explained the time and reason why the author went to the lotus pond. At the beginning, he said that he had been in a "rather unquiet" state of mind in the past few days.

The word "po" is an emphasis on unrestful feelings. In the following, the author's thoughts are flying, galloping thousands of miles, whether walking or stopping, or happy or sad, all of which are closely related to this "quite unquiet" mood.

This sentence is the focus of the author's artistic conception, and it is also the eye of the article "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond". It begins with a strong direct lyricism, revealing a touch of sadness between the lines, setting the emotional tone for the whole text.

Famous writers and classic American essays1. Suppose today is the last day of my life.

2. Summer night wind.

3. Listen to the cold rain in the afterglow.

4, wish Zhang Ailing.

5. Storm Nature's revelation.

6. Eight Thinking Angles to Avoid Failure in Life.

7. Dignity Chen Man.

8, the wandering erhu Chen Rongli.

9. Emotion is a kind of nutrient.

10. Settle accounts for life.

11. Suppose I have nine lives.

12. The truth of life.

Excerpt from the original text of "Wish".

Time is like a sharp knife, if used inappropriately, it will carve deep lines on a beautiful face, so that the vigorous youth will be worn away month after month, year after year; But, when used properly, it can carve an ordinary stone into a magnificent statue. Although Santa Maria Girls' School is fifty years old, it is still an ordinary white stone that can only be carved slightly.

Over time, it may become stained with dust, eroded by wind and rain, or broken into pieces of rubble. On the other hand, it can also give the knife of time to be carved carefully, slowly, inch by inch into a marvelous statue that is worthy of being placed in those brilliant works of Michelangelo. This knife is not only in the possession of principals, teachers, and tomorrow's students, but all of us have the right to manipulate it.

After reading the works of several famous writers Bao Limin, Ma Yawei, and Qian Guohong, I found a representative article, read it carefully, and summarized and compared the title structure of their articles, as well as their writing style and language expression.

Their common highlight is that the titles are very elaborate and distinctive, which can always arouse people's interest in reading.

Mr. Bao Limin's article, his title is the same as his article, which is very beautiful and anthropomorphic.

For example: shorter than an instant, longer than time, the most beautiful hug, the time when a flower blooms, a beautiful gift.

In his essay, a beautiful and graceful anthropomorphic rhetoric inadvertently appears. It's a light and enjoyable read.

The style of the title of Ma Yawei's article is similar to that of Bao Limin, and in addition to this, the title of Ma Yawei's article is more inclined to a summary of the article. Moreover, in the writing, there are a large number of quotations from some classic words and sentences in famous literary works to elicit what the author wants to express and the idea in the article, and to lead to the story and feelings that he wants to narrate, reflecting the author's deep cultural attainments.

Qian Guohong's articles are relatively few, and there are relatively few articles that are searched for, and its titles are also relatively distinctive, relatively speaking, they are relatively easy to understand and understand. The great feature of his articles is the description and portrayal of things, which pays great attention to details, and the descriptions are very vivid and vivid, meticulous and beautiful.

Tie the knot for a period of dust.

The Buddha then turned me into a tree.

Grow by the side of the road that you must pass.

Flowers bloom discreetly in the sun.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you approach, please listen.

That trembling leaf is the enthusiasm I wait.

And when you finally walk by in defiance.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friend, that's not petals.

It's my withered heart.

The ancient acacia song only looks back on the feeling of the king, which makes me think about the twilight and the dynasty.

Korakukfu in those ancient years.

There was the same story.

Is the woman who played the gong also sixteen years old?

Or is it me tonight.

That's the woman.

It's what I've been waiting for thousands of years.

That gentle and humble soul.

It was when the warbler was in full bloom and weeping.

That same person.

So, even if I'm in tears, don't laugh at me for being weak.

How many dynasties of women sang the same song.

There used to be under the magnolia trees.

How many times to part.

And in this warm spring night.

How many beautiful voices have sung ancient acacias.

Ferry: Let me say goodbye to you.

Gently pull out my hand again.

I know that longing has taken root since then.

Floating clouds and white sun, mountains and rivers are solemn and gentle.

Let me shake you goodbye.

Gently pull out my hand again.

The years have come to a halt.

Tears flow into rivers in my heart.

It's such a helpless gaze.

There was not a single flower to be found next to the ferry.

Just pin the blessing on your placket.

And tomorrow tomorrow is the end of the world.

Prayer I know the world is not absolutely good.

I also know that it has parting and aging.

However, I only had one chance.

Hear my prayer, O Lord.

Please give me a long summer.

Give me a flawless memory.

Give me a tender heart.

Give me a white romance.

I can only come to this world once so.

Please give me another beautiful name.

so that he may whisper to me in the night.

In the years of Mercedes.

Always remember what we once loved.

Exotic So the night came.

Knocking on my November window.

Wake up to the scent of the South.

Wake up from a dream of coming home.

Brussels is brilliantly lit up.

I was lonely in the crowd.

The crowd voted me for loneliness.

The drizzle is not my tears.

Outside the window, there is a falling wood.