What are some of your most classic essays to share?

Essay "Beautiful Sunset": When the beautiful sunset falls, my heart feels like I have been emptied, and I feel very lost. Looking in the direction of his hometown, his heart became inexplicably melancholy.

Zhou Guoping's essay "Salvation and Self-Help", which mainly talks about the spiritual life of human beings, is still worth watching.

It's the lantern full of streets again": The Lantern Festival in southern Fujian seems to be more lively than elsewhere, although it has not yet reached the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, it is already full of lanterns, reminding me everywhere to reunite and complete the life environment, which makes me feel a little homesick.

My favorite quote from the essay "Praise of Trees" by the German writer Hesse is: "Only when you learn to listen to trees will you not want to be a tree and will be satisfied with your current situation." This is hometown, this is happiness. ”

Liu Liangcheng's "One Man's Village", Lei Pingyang's "Old Landscape".

A Day of Spring", written by Bingxin, which I accidentally saw in a book, is a prose worthy of our careful reading.

I learned it in textbooks before, and Lao She wrote the prose "My Cat", which has a unique writing style.

In favor of Dubai Garden", written by Zhong Shuliang, because my hometown is Chengdu, I especially like this essay.

The American writer Steinbeck wrote "The Giant Tree", in which he praised the Giant Tree and told people a lot of truths.

I appreciate Zhang Ailing's prose the most, especially the sentence she wrote, "Being able to love someone to the extent of asking him to take pocket money is a strict test."

Zhang Chengzhi "The Spirit of Cleanliness".

Rainbow, I am willing to learn from you, learn from your unwilling ordinary, learn from yours only to burn, even if it will be annihilated in the next second. "This essay on rainbows is still good.

Shi Lifu "Life to Eight Precepts, but also to Wukong".

Li Juan has several articles that are lively and funny, and they are very infectious.

Zong Pu's "Wisteria Falls".

Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond", "Qinhuai River in the Shadow of the Singing Oar", Zhong Jingwen's.

West lake. Snow Scene", Xu Zhimo's Kangqiao series and "Changzhou Tianning Temple Confession" and so on.

The dream of genius is Shanghainese, foreigners watching Peking Opera and others.

Changing clothes, apartment life, night camp horns.

The road will be justified by the name, and the embers will be recorded.

Talk about women, borrow silver lamps, talk about writing, love, have a lesbian car, go! Go upstairs, the silver palace learns to remember, the child's words are unscrupulous, and the people are created.

True love in the world.

To my children.

One of my Mandarin teachers.

Brother-in-law acacia fruit.

Echoes of the heart.

How far away is it?

Again" is not right.

Autumn nostalgia.

70-year-old father and 90-year-old grandfather.

Flying dandelions.

Father's and mother's love are unbearable in life.

People chasing cars.

Take a walk and live a colorful life.

A leisurely winter view of Gangnam.

Kite: The small alleys of old Beijing.

The charm of laughter.

A little joy. Deep understanding.

Mummies of flowers.

The style of a famous artist on the podium.

Gossip about professional habits.

After dying once.

A graceful body of water.

West Lake comics. Listen with love.

If I were you.

A Covenant of the Heart. Talk about the "heart".

Laughing in a hurry. Inside, our hearts.

Capture every beautiful moment.

Grasp the happiness of a pearl.

Perfect and broken.

The Lonely Tree. An admonition from the heart.

You don't have to be perfect.

Fear of beauty. Warm time.

Those who wish take the bait. That's how we're degraded.

Bald sycamore. The tears of the sun are eternal and philosophical.

Life and death remember.

Hold and dig ginkgo.

Human beings exist in rebellion against "loneliness".

Hobbies are an ideal life.

The three realms of reading.

Extremely clever and extra stupid.

It's beautiful to work.

Wisteria flowers in the fast pavilion.

The language of life.

If you are far away.

Plant a leaf.

Rose miracles. A little "missing" is missing

Your sunshine smiles at the winter of my bai's heart, zhi never doubts its dao spring flowers. Monograph Rabindranath Tagore's "Flying Birds.

Genus Collection》 The bird wishes to be a cloud. Yun'er is willing to be a bird. Rabindranath Tagore's Birds My daytime flower, falling its forgotten petals.

In the twilight, the flower ripens into a golden fruit of memory. Rabindranath Tagore's "Birds" Little Flower asked, "How shall I sing to you, and how shall I worship you?"

The sun? The sun replied, "Just silence with your pure simplicity."

Rabindranath Tagore's "The Birds" This lonely dusk, with fog and rain, I feel its sigh in the loneliness of my heart. Rabindranath Tagore's "Birds" decorates himself beautifully for the sake of the love of the "incomplete". Rabindranath Tagore's "Birds" In the summer, the birds that wandered away from the flock, flew to my window and sang, and then flew away again.

And the autumn yellow leaves have no song to sing, fluttering, sighing, and falling in front of the window again. —Rabindranath Tagore, The Birds