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Do you want prose? Look at Yu Qiuyu's.

1."The Joy of Life". "The Joy of Life" author Lin Yutang.

Lin Yutang's prose often looks at the world with a detached and leisurely state of mind, and praises the beauty of the text with plain words. In this way, a kind of solemn harmony is formed, and the "casual tone" is used in the style of "private language".

2."Talking about Life". "Talking about Life" is a profound philosophical prose written by modern writer Bing Xin.

The article depicts not only a three-dimensional picture with beautiful sentences, but also a hymn to life, with fresh language, sincere feelings, delicate descriptions, hearty and dripping in subtle condensation, intriguing and interesting to read.

3."I want to fly". Author Xu Zhimo, "I Want to Fly" is full of free atmosphere, passionate language, and full of feelings.

The author gives the meaning of "flying" "transcending everything, enveloping everything, sweeping everything, swallowing everything", seizing the inspiration of the moment, releasing the long-suppressed feelings in the heart, so as to seek the liberation of the soul.

4."Green". "Green" is a scene essay written by the modern Chinese essayist Zhu Ziqing in February 1924.

The full text describes the scenery of Meiyutan in a warm tone, and praises the gorgeous scenery of the motherland's nature, which is fresh and delicate, beautiful and meticulous, delicate and exquisite, and full of poetry.

5."Bitter Rain". "Bitter Rain" can be called Zhou Zuoren's masterpiece.

This is an article of "borrowing things to cherish nostalgia", "bitter rain" can represent the author's state of mind at that time, through memory, imagination and narration, all kinds of "rain" are moved to the pen, written quite freely, and the whole article is always shrouded in a faint sorrow.

6."February Orchid". "February Orchid" is Mr. Ji Xianlin's work of affection. With his open-minded mind and simple and simple writing, Mr. tells the reader a life story filled with a faint fragrance of orchids in February.

How do you stand alone on the river? Is this hazy sky, dawn or dusk? Where to ask, I only feel that there is a world of flowers in front of me. There are a few white roses in the middle.

She came, she came down from the mountains. Dressed in beautiful makeup, it seems to be white, holding a large bouquet of flowers in his hand.

I said, "Come, give you a white rose, and a hairpin to put on the placket." She smiled and said a word, but she couldn't hear it. However, it seems that I didn't pick it, and she didn't wear it, but still held the flowers and walked forward.

When I looked up at her way, I saw that both sides were full of flowers, hanging flowers, and falling flowers.

I think white flowers are better than red flowers; But why didn't I take it off, and why didn't she wear it?

Where is the road ahead, and why not go with her?

It's all gone, the flowers are hidden, the dream is awake, what is the road ahead? How have you ever worn it?

Posthumously on August 20, 1921.

This article was originally published in the Beijing Morning Post on August 26, 1921, and later included in the poetry collection Spring Water. ）

This is Bingxin's cultivation with a white rose, the meaning is very simple, it is very suitable for you, I suggest you read more Bingxin's prose! With spine 1

The wind in the north is as strong as liquor, even if it is a spring breeze, there is no trace of warmth lingering in the heart, but a lot of it is poured into the neck and cavity. Needless to say, with the cold humidity after the snow melts and the spring heart that is about to move, it directly conveys the message that spring is coming. Even the spring breeze can't be gentle, like a woman in the north.

Straightforward, honest, but also fiery. Perhaps the climate does have a certain influence on people's personalities. The spring breeze in the north, some Russian chocolate taste, is simply sweet, no aftertaste, no mixture of milk and nuts, just sweet, rustling, rough sweet.

The lines of the wind are tough. For example, the majestic figure of a northern man has nothing to do with delicacy and delicacy.

When the wind blows, it rolls up dead leaves and dust on the ground, still wrapping people's clothes. The spring breeze in the north naturally does not brush the green willow branches with gentle hands, but even so, when the time comes, the trees will naturally be green. But it's not the spring breeze that blows green, it's covered by the season.

There is also the fragrance of spring flowers and lilacs, without the credit of the spring breeze. The wind here is an incomprehensible wind, just blowing silly and recklessly, doing its best to fulfill the mission given to it by the season, and it doesn't care what you think in your heart. The spring breeze feels that it blows when it should be blown, you can't pick it, the spring breeze here is like this.

Sometimes, the wind will pick up a scrap of paper or a white plastic bag, which will float in the air and hover for a while. The wind carried something around. Never get tired of it.

A gust of wind changed the trajectory of something, causing them to leave their former home and land in another strange place. The wrinkles on a person's face are all traces left by the wind.

The spring breeze will also blow your hair and pierce your clothes. However, in the damp and cold brought by the spring breeze, I can still smell a little bit of spring information. It brings the smell of melting snow, at least not like the winter wind, which makes your head cold.

But people don't like the spring breeze in the north very much, it comes too flamboyantly, directly, and, when it's not windy, the weather is much warmer.

In the north, the summer wind cools people, the autumn wind makes people appreciate the beauty of palpitations when the golden leaves shake, and in winter, if there is no wind, is it still called the north? But the spring breeze is not very popular, and sometimes people complain about "it's windy again". It seems that the spring breeze has postponed the pace of spring.

However, the ground may have been dried by the spring breeze, and the muddy snow water slowly disappeared. Those seeds that fall everywhere can't do without the spring breeze. The farmers began to cultivate in the spring breeze.

In the midst of a thousand things in spring, the spring breeze may be becoming a part of spring in its own way.

Last year's tree.

Japanese writer Minami Shinkichi.

A bird and a tree are good friends. The birds sit on the branches and sing to the trees every day. As for the trees, listen to the birds singing every day.

The cold winter is coming, and the birds must leave the trees and fly south. The tree said to the bird, "Goodbye, little bird, and you will sing to me again next year." The bird agreed.

Spring is coming, and the birds are back here to find their good friends.

However, the tree was gone, and only the stump remained.

The big tree has gone to **? The bird asked the stump.

The birds flew into the valley.

There was a large factory in the valley, and the sound of sawn wood was "sand-sand-".

The bird asked the factory gate, "Sir, where is my good friend tree?" The door said, "Cut the tree into thin strips, make matches, and carry them to the village over there and sell them." ”

The birds flew towards the village.

Next to a kerosene lamp, sat a little girl. The bird asked her, "Little girl, do you know that the match is in **?" ”

The birds stared at the lights for a while with their eyes wide open, and then sang the songs they had sung last year to the lights. After singing, the bird looked at the lights for a while and flew away.

Goose goose goose, despise sadness.

I went to see Xu Zhimo sadly, very beautiful and sad.