Excerpts from selected beautiful prose. Prose is a special literary theme in an article. Prose is scattered and scattered, which seems to be irrelevant. Actually, it is not. Usually, the sentences in prose are very beautiful, and it is easy to substitute people into the artistic conception and the environment at that time. The following is an excerpt from the selected beautiful prose shared.
Excerpts from Beautiful Prose 1 Lotus, Hours in My Book
In the secluded mountain village, there is no intoxicating scene of "the lotus leaves are infinitely bright in the next day, and the lotus flowers are different in red in the next day", and there is no leisure and elegance of "He Tiantian with lotus leaves and fish playing among lotus leaves". The first time I read lotus, it was in the textbook. When I first read "Xiao He just showed his sharp horns, and the dragonfly stood on his head long ago", I only had fragmentary words in my heart. When I read it again, I gradually got a vague impression. Later, through studying and reading slowly, I was full of infinite longing for lotus.
Since then, I have often stood still on the ridge of the field. Watch the wind slowly blowing through the rice fields and gently kiss the full ears of rice. I wonder, when can I see the lotus flowers in my field, and when can I see the "lotus tip emerging" and "lotus leaf field" How eager I am to meet them one day.
Waiting is a torment. Lotus is still in my heart, but I spent my youth unconsciously. When I grew up, I walked out of the mountains. I was filled with joy and thought that I could finally see the charming lotus. But really out of the mountains, only to find that the lotus is still in the book, in class.
Zhou Dunyi's "Love Lotus" brought me into contact with Holland again. Although it is still in the book, it can be a little more colorful. The teacher's explanation made me gradually understand the quality of lotus-"the mud is not stained, the ripple is clear but not demon." Learning has deepened my understanding of Holland, but my heart is still blank.
Occasionally, when the middle school comes home, it is still in the fields filled with fragrant rice. The villagers put their bright sickles into the rice fields and annotate this hopeful field year after year with the traditional model we are familiar with. I rely on the soft rice pile and daydream quietly-in time, I will open my hometown.
The first time I really saw Holland was in the midsummer of 20 15. I went to Yuchi Town to play with my friends. During the visit, I suggested that my friends go to the "Shili Lotus Pond" together. In the car, I was very excited. My mind is full of my childhood wish.
Just as the car drove into the "Shili Lotus Pond", it was the large lotus leaves that caught your eye. My lover and I got off the bus and walked into the lotus pond hand in hand.
Looking around, Tian Tian's lotus leaves are spread wantonly, just like dark green scarves tightly stuck together. The lotus leaves are closely followed, with different sizes and patchwork. Round and huge leaves, like handfuls of green umbrellas; Small and chic Ye Er is like a full moon in the sky. Lotus is not in full bloom, and occasionally a few flowers bloom alone. The blooming lotus flowers are pink, as if they were impregnated. The color from top to bottom, different shades, well-distributed. The budding lotus bone buds are slightly pink and shyly hidden among the large lotus leaves in full of green. A trace of sunshine, quietly sprinkled into this charming lotus pond. Against the blue sky, the lotus is especially bright and green, and the lotus is very graceful and charming. This charming lotus pond seems to be more vivid and vivid than the lotus described by Mr. Zhu Ziqing, and more attractive than the lotus in poetry.
Standing in this lotus pond, my heart is gently touched by the wind. Lovely dragonflies are also drunk in this quiet lotus fragrance, and with the wind slowly stop at the lotus tip and stop in my heart-I believe that when the lotus flowers in the pond are in full bloom, it will be like lighting countless small lights, blossoming pretty pink plates, and spreading a pool of brilliance.
The breeze gently jumps, gently raises the lover's hair and quietly lifts the light lotus leaf in the pond. Under the lotus leaf is a pool of green water covered with duckweed. Duckweed covered the whole lotus pond, leaving no room for a crack. I parted the duckweed, and there was clear running water under it. The water was seeping carefully, and there was no movement. I look up at the lotus that stands tall and upright, and suddenly think of the lotus described by Zhou Dunyi.
But I looked down, but I felt a little inexplicable sadness. This sadness comes from feet, from the mud under the clear water. I think most people will only admire the graceful lotus and take pictures with it. But how many people have read the mud. Mud is accompanied by delicate lotus flowers. Even though it is battered by wind and rain, it never leaves and still holds the root of lotus tightly in its arms. It is so silently accompanied, watching the lotus leaves spread like a fan, looking at the budding lotus flowers in full bloom, but silently carrying the slander of literati and poets, suffering from the world's spit. When the flowers are exhausted, it still hides the fallen lotus leaves and withered lotus flowers quietly in its own heart.
I have pity on this dumb mud, and I want to clear its name. Its life is bitter, it gave everything to this charming lotus, but it silently bears slander and spit on it. They are suffering from cold and heat day and night, silently depositing lotus "tears". In the end, I made others, and I ended up with sewage. Lotus bid farewell to it, leaving only the icy pond water. In fact, lotus has never been the "regeneration" of silt. In life, there are many people who are like this pool of silent mud. They are unknown, they pay silently. They are willing to be silent for the sake of their initial heart and the blossoming "Xiao He".
At this time, this pool of lotus fragrance is no longer as thin as books and poems in my heart, and it is even flesh and blood, enriching a lot. Mud is not as filthy as depicted in poetry, but seems to be greater and nobler than Qinghe.
I think I was once a green lotus. On my growing road, the silent mud made me. On the way to the future, I am willing to be the mud under the green lotus. For the blossoming green lotus, stick to the original heart. Let a fragrant smell infiltrate my heart, and use the quality of mud to inspire me not to be afraid to move forward.
I have not forgotten my initial heart, and I am fragrant all the way!
Excerpts from Beautiful Prose 2 "Persimmon in Autumn"
Xu Zhimo once said that "the courtyard is quiet, and the first month is good", a kind of tranquility, like a spring brook, flows in my heart.
In the early years, the persimmon tree planted by my mother in the courtyard is now flourishing and graceful. It stands obliquely by the clear Luting River, screening the wind and playing the moon, and is comfortable and charming. In summer, leaves cover the sun, in autumn, the green persimmons turn golden yellow, and in first frost, they turn from orange to red. Trees full of red persimmons are smiling brightly, and red lanterns are shining on the farmyard, and autumn is rendered extraordinarily enchanting by them.
Every Mid-Autumn Festival, my mother picked the semi-ripe persimmons and cooked them thoroughly, then gave them to her neighbors and relatives in an autumn posture, and then let her family taste the rest. Mother always smiles at persimmon trees, just like staring at her children and grandchildren, with strange brilliance in her eyes.
We peel off the persimmon skin with joy, put it on our mouth, and with a gentle breath, the persimmon juice enters our mouth, and the mouth is soft, sweet, moist and smooth. The soft core hidden deep in the belly is smooth and soft, and it is delicious, smooth and tender when chewed, and the taste buds immediately fall into the delicious swamp.
The autumn rain is drizzly, and the red and yellow persimmon leaves are convoluted all over the ground, which seems to be a freehand brushwork of autumn. Persimmon leaves are more and more sparse, but the few persimmons left are more red and bright, with a simple and warm breath, just like the mother's breath.
"The Millennium hits walnuts, and first frost picks persimmons". Some persimmons are knotted on very high branches, looking stubbornly at the top of the branches, and their colors are burning like fire, which is particularly eye-catching, such as auspicious lamps, illuminating the loneliness and sadness in late autumn. Liu Yuxi's poem "Chanting Red Persimmons" reads: "The stars are shining at dawn, and the sun is hanging at night. This situation is vividly described by "turning over the years of self-protection".
Mother's persimmon is very sweet and fragrant. Firstly, the persimmon with golden color and thin yellow calyx tip is selected, and the outer hard skin is removed, and the stem skin close to the persimmon calyx plate and fruit stalk is retained. Then put the peeled persimmon fruit stand in the yard for exposure, and then gently knead it into a flat circle by hand. Before and after first frost, persimmon was placed in a cool place, so that the sugar of persimmon overflowed and frost appeared on its surface. Have a taste, the meat is fat and sweet.
Whenever the sunset glow reddened the sky, the twilight was cool and joyful. The family sat around Sang Mu's table in the small courtyard, peeling fresh water chestnuts and gorgon fruit, tasting persimmon cakes made by their mother, and the whole yard was filled with the faint fragrance of persimmons. The autumn night in the yard is particularly quiet and beautiful, and the dense persimmon leaves are reflected on the ground by moonlight, which is a simple sketch. The kindness and warmth in the small courtyard spread quietly, as long as the flute.
Now my wife is good at making soft fried persimmons. Peel the persimmon and mash it into persimmon jam. Then add flour and mix well, and stir into orange wet dough. Mix jujube paste, nuts and black sesame powder as stuffing. Finally, the stuffing is wrapped in dough, flattened, and fried in an oil pan until golden brown. We ate so delicious that we couldn't bear to eat chopsticks.
Persimmon, with its bright color and delicious taste, has won the love of literati of past dynasties: Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty was praised as "persimmon trees are green and shady, and the courtyard of the royal family is wide"; In the Tang Dynasty, Li Yi left a famous sentence: "Persimmon leaves turn red and frost in autumn, and the sky is like water leaning against the red chamber". In the Qing Dynasty, Cha Shenxing loved persimmon cakes: "The teeth should be soft and beautiful, and the throat should be moist and empty".
Qi Baishi, a master of Chinese painting, likes to paint persimmons, because it is homophonic with the words "things, the world and the city", which means auspiciousness. Persimmons are painted without bones, while Ye Jin and branches are lightly outlined, highlighting persimmons in leaves. The painting is full of composition and warm colors, showing a festive and optimistic mood.
Persimmon is red in the ordinary civilian life, with a gentle and beautiful posture. In the small courtyard of moonlight, in the shallow time, it is unrestrained and enchanting. Like a red lantern, it agitates the quiet and noisy days. Let the autumn in our hometown gurgle, and let us regain the poeticity, aestheticism, simplicity and serenity left behind in the depths of the years.