A 200 word essay, I don t understand it very well, a Chinese teacher or a Chinese master will explai

This is a small essay on time, beautiful sentences, echoing from beginning to end, writing that time is passing like water, and leaving us a lot of precious memories, the "you" in the text also refers to the author, and refers to time, time is not waiting for anyone, so we should cherish it, if the time is still there, "I" is fine, it is the most beautiful sunny day.

Online text, not examinable, look at the style, a little bit of Ming Xiaoxi's taste, a little how to say it, a little green and sad. The following is a quote:

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Time is like water, always silent. If you're well, it's a sunny day.

I have always wanted to be a quiet woman, guarding myself in the deepest red dust, keeping the initial sprout and joy.

Or get stuck in a book of light and shadow, looking through those vague old dreams.

Time is like a glass of still water, it is still deep and can still flow deeply, but a mood has nothing to do with the wind and moon, and the water passes away.

Standing at the crossroads of time, looking back at the beauty and gentleness that have been walked.

Many people, many things, many longings and longings that were once full of flowers, are still slowly flowing in the long river of years, and silently retraced.

The world is complicated, time is silent in the end, the so-called obsession may be just illusory, and the so-called arrival is just the end.

Life is endless, and the red dust is endless. Just one trip for one understanding, only one trip for one experience, and so on.

Rolling red dust, who are the spectators and passers-by in whose life?

Pushing open a door called years, many years have finally been gradually stranded.

And you are always the light and shadow in the oblique grid, wandering on the edge of dream and reality.

If it is the verdant that time locks, and the cold Suyue Qingqiu is moving, then the weak water is three thousand, who will take you a scoop and get drunk outside the red dust?

In this life, if you are well, it is a sunny day.

1."Autumn in the Ancient Capital" - Yu Dafu (selected from "Yu Dafu's Prose") 2"Window" - Qian Zhongshu (selected from "Qian Zhongshu's Prose") 3

The Cold Wind Blows Through - Liu Liangcheng (selected from "The Courtyard Gate in the Wind") 4"Sand Dates" - Galtai (from "Looking for Home") 5"Missing Life" - Xia Yu (from "Day Meets Darkness") 5

Flat Life" – M. Tournier (from "World Literature") 6"Mr. Huai Li Shutong" - Feng Zikai (selected from "Feng Zikai's Prose Anthology").

As long as life exists, there will be no poetry, with or without sunshine.

When there is sunshine, poetry is relaxed and cheerful, and without sunshine, poetry is low and melancholy.

No matter which tone it is, it is an aria of life and a condensation of life.

It is recommended to go to the library and find the works of Lu Xun, Ba Jin, Mao Dun, Guo Moruo, Lin Yutang, Xu Zhimo, and Lao She, most of them have written many good poems, and you can extract suitable works from their prose. This method is very practical and practical. I hope you will adopt, thank you!

The sun is shining, and the mother chicken goes to the pond to look for food and accidentally picks up a whole cigarette. Mother Chicken has seen people smoking in style more than once, and she thinks cigarettes are a good thing.

When she got home, the mother chicken called the chicks to smoke together, but the chicks ran away as soon as they smelled the pungent fragrance. Only the mother chicken mimicked the smoke of the smoke, and although the smoke smoked her eyes and throat and made her uncomfortable, she felt very laid-back.

Who knows, after a cigarette is smoking, the mother chicken is addicted to smoking, and every day she runs to the garbage heap to cut cigarettes, sometimes half a cigarette, sometimes a cigarette butt, she happily takes it home and smokes it.

When the chickens saw that their mothers were about to become smokers, they advised more than once: "Mother, smoking is bad for your health." ”

Mother Chicken shook her head and said, "There are so many smokers in this world, why don't you see them harming your health?" ”

Since then, the mother chicken has intensified, and she has to smoke a few puffs of cigarettes every day, and if there are no cigarettes, there is no taste for even eating. On several occasions, because she couldn't find cigarettes in the garbage heap, the mother chicken actually ran to the cigarette shop to steal them, and was kicked out, and the feathers on her tail fell off a lot.

On this day, a guest came to the host's house, and the host wanted to kill the hen to entertain him.

When the owner approached the coop, the mother chicken was laying eggs. As soon as the owner lifted the mother chicken, he found that the mother chicken had laid a soft-shell egg, the eggshell was transparent, and the egg white and light yellow flowing inside could be clearly seen. The master has lived a long time, and it is the first time he has seen such a strange thing.

He brought the eggs to the living room to the guests, who were amazed and thought it was a miracle. Subsequently, the guest acquired this transparent egg with **.

Of course, the mother chicken was not killed later, but became a baby for the owner to raise, and the owner had to meet her various requirements, the most important of which was enough cigarettes.

The rain of the four seasons also varies according to the different seasons and the change of seasons. The spring rain is the most beautiful and exquisite, like a young girl singing shyly and delicately; Spring rain is also the most popular among literati and ink writers. Famous sentences such as "Good rain knows the season, when spring happens", "Heavenly Street drizzle is silent", "Apricot Blossom Spring Rain Jiangnan" and other famous sentences are the praise of spring rain.

And the watery woman in "Rain Alley" probably came with spring rain. The warmest thing is the summer rain, which is like the hot sweat of a strong man, with a hearty pleasure; It comes fiercely, goes quickly, is crisp and crisp, and never drags mud and water. It not only waters the fields and moisturizes the seedlings, but also brings a little coolness to the people in the scorching heat.

Its merits and demerits are well known to people. And the autumn rain with a hint of coolness is another taste in my heart. It is desolate and desolate, faintly bleak, and it is very appropriate to say that it is the sigh of a resentful woman whose youth has passed away and Shaohua is no longer there.

To the twilight rain sprinkled on the river, a wash of autumn. The gradual frost and wind are tight, the Guan River is cold, the afterglow is the building, and the things are resting. Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without a word. ”

Meticulously and vividly writes about the psychological state of the characters: nervous, afraid, constantly guessing, anxious and uncomfortable......

The vivid depiction of the complex heart of a child who did not do well in the exam makes people seem to see "me" timidity and contradictions, and my anxiety and hesitation.

My panic and weakness of heart are in stark contrast to my mother's calmness, and in the strong contrast, it leaves room for speculation on the reader's abnormal reaction to my mother's abnormal reaction today, mobilizes the reader's interest in reading, and buys the foreshadowing for the following explanation of my mother's reaction.

The mountains in the south have always been not as tall and majestic as those in the north, and in winter, they have lost their former smoothness, leaving a slightly gray figure quietly towering between heaven and earth. There was silence. If in the north, a heavy snow covers the mountains with a layer of white, it is a majestic and good picture, and new hope is born among the towering mangs.

It's a pity that there is no snow in the south, just like the hills scattered on the vast Jianghan Plain, and only the shadows of pines and cypresses are left in the mountains, but the green is like a layer of frost, and the light green is faintly covered with blue gray. From afar, it looks like it's covered in flying dust.

The moonlight is like an orange and indifferent liquid, and the mountains and rivers are soaked in the moonlight, like heavenly peace. Alone under the moon, a peaceful and peaceful mind, under the wise scrutiny of the moonlight, life is a moment, life is beautiful, the human soul should also be beautiful, what we do should be worthy of this wonderful world, worthy of this beautiful moonlight; Only a beautiful soul can shine into the beautiful moonlight, and a person with a beautiful heart can dare to face this beautiful moonlight alone and have a peaceful soul.