Please help me excerpt the wonderful passage of Xinyiwu s youth, two paragraphs. Thank you

1. Time is really a terrible thing, it can smooth everything, scrape away the good or bad traces in the heart, leaving only a blurred scar.

The quiet summer night with a clear moon and a clear breeze always gives me a sense of tranquility. The moonlight is clear and clear like soft water, and the clear light flows, meaning tranquility. The moonlight is soft and transparent, light and ethereal.

I like to use the moonlight to precipitate my mood, like water and moonlight, which can be drunk. Push open the window, let the moonlight flow quietly on the skin, light and elegant, fresh and contained in the mood naturally flow in the heart. The moonlight is like practice, the mood becomes clear and soft in the moonlight, and suddenly all kinds of touches and beauty in life are floating.

Once, as innocent, I snuggled in my grandmother's arms and counted the stars, leisurely admiring the clear and tranquil moonlight in the countryside.

Once, in the Jingjing campus, I had a heart-to-heart conversation with my classmates in the clear moonlight, and I felt the beauty and sorrow of the watery years.

Once, in the moonlight like water, I boated with you on Taihu Lake, in the sound of oars and lights, in the moonlight and the lake water complemented each other to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the world. The clear lake water and the ethereal sound of the piano made me intoxicated by the gentle feelings of Jiangnan and did not know where to go.

The shadow of the flowers on the wall moved, and it was suspected that the jade man was coming. Zhang Sheng made an appointment with the warbler, waited for the west chamber of the moon, passed on the guqin for meditation, and waited for the beautiful woman under the moon. A classic beauty. The light moon dyes the west window, and the faint thoughts are also pervasive.

In the passing years, the moonlight interprets the beauty in the classical subtlety and the romance of the present, bringing people infinite contemplation and leisurely intoxication.

The clear moonlight attracted me, so I went out in my clothes, stepped on the moonlight like water, and walked slowly into the garden, the gardenia bathed in the moonlight, cold condensation with dew, like a curtain of distant dreams. The bamboo shadow dances lightly with the rhyme, like the water and moonlight gently passing through, reflecting the clear light of the bright moon. Everything is abundant and agile in the moonlight.

The hustle and bustle, hesitation and hesitation of the world all dissolve in this moonlight. Suddenly realized, suddenly enlightened.

Like water and moonlight, drinkable. Like a year of flowing water, it can be understood.

Stand in the garden path and listen to the silence ......

1.The most precious thing of a person is life, and life belongs to a person only once. This is how a person's life should be spent:

When he looks back, he will not regret that he wasted his time, nor will he be ashamed of his inaction. Thus, at the end of his life, he was able to say: "My whole life and all my energies are devoted to the most magnificent cause in the world - the struggle for the emancipation of mankind."

2.The waves lapped at his feet on the scattered piles of stones, and the dry sea breeze from distant Turkey whipped his face. The shores of the harbor are irregularly bowed, and a steel-reinforced concrete breakwater keeps the waves at bay.

The winding mountains stretch to the waterfront and break abruptly. On the outskirts of the city, white huts line the peaks and stretch far away.

3.Youth, infinitely beautiful youth! - When the friendship of youth is still in its last step, there is nothing more amiable and lovely than the arm that hugs the lover's neck.

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What is seen, what is not seen, the summer breeze blows gently, disappears without a trace in an instant, what is remembered, forgotten. Only the shadows of the faint trees swayed slightly. What is not seen is the same as not existing?

Maybe it's just covered by thick clouds, maybe it just happens that the wind and sand fly into your eyes, I can't see you, but I still feel warm.

Remember, is it never going to go away? I guard the dreams that are as fragile as foam, and the joy has just begun, and the ball of sorrow has already lurked. What is invisible, what is seen, the summer breeze blows gently, and the grass and trees flutter and fly.

Forgotten, remembered. The forgotten clouds gradually dispersed, and a soft moonlight sprinkled in front of the window. "Hope".

A real warrior, dare to face the bleak life, dare to face the dripping blood. What kind of mourner and happy person is this? However, creation is often designed for mediocre people, using the flow of time to wash away the old traces, leaving only a pale red blood color and a faint sadness.

In this pale red blood and indifferent sorrow, it gives people a temporary life, maintaining this human-like and inhuman world. I don't know when such a world will come to an end!

Lu Xun "In Memory of Liu He Zhenjun".

Around the hall, along the high walls and thick walls, between the doors and the windows.

Between the windows, between the columns, there is a long column of statues of the kings of France from Faramon downward; Faint with their arms hanging down, their eyes drooping; The heroic ones all held their heads high, raised their hands, and pointed to the sky. Also, the long pointed windows are full of bizarre stained glass; The exits of the large hall are all exquisitely carved and richly carved doors. And all this, the round arches, the wall and window frames, the wall panels, the doors, the statues, from top to bottom, are full of blue and golden colors, and shine brightly; When we see it today, the color has dimmed slightly, and in 1549 A.D. de Pryor praised it, according to legend, when it was almost buried in dust and cobwebs, and lost its luster at all.