1. Urgently asking for good sentences from Ba Jin's "Spring"

"Second Miss, our wife invites you to play cards," Qian'er walked into the room and said with a smile.

[1] Gao Shuying was sitting on an ebony armchair in front of the window, holding a book in her hand and reading attentively. She raised her head in surprise and glanced at Qianer blankly. Smiling slightly, she seemed not to understand Qian'er's words. "Second Miss, our wife invites you to go over and play cards! Mrs. Wang's uncle is here," Qian'er saw Shuying concentrating on reading and couldn't help but chuckle, then raised her voice and said it again.

She walked up to Shuying and stood next to the desk, waiting for Shuying to answer. Shuying frowned slightly and declined, "Why do you ask me to fight? Why don't you ask the third wife to fight?" The third wife, Mrs. Zhang, is Shuying's mother.

"I went to ask for it, and the third wife asked you to fight for her," Qian'er replied. Shuying looked embarrassed after hearing this.

She put down her book, stood up, stretched, and was about to leave. She immediately sat down again, frowned and said, "I don't want to go, so just say I'm a little uncomfortable today." Our wife asked you to go," Qian'er knew what she was thinking, but deliberately joked with her and refused to leave. Instead, she said the above words in a chasing way, looking at her with a smile.

Shuying also smiled, and said quickly with a pleading tone: "Qian'er, just go. The eldest young master is coming back soon, go and invite him.

I really don't want to play cards." Qian'er smiled knowingly, agreed obediently, and walked outside.

Before she walked out of the door, she turned around to look at Shuying again and said, "Second Miss, if you work hard like this, you will definitely be the top female scholar in the future." "Damn girl," Shuying said with a smile. He cursed.

She saw Qian'er's back leaving the door and breathed a sigh of relief. She spent a moment in a daze, then suddenly picked up the book, wanting to continue reading where she left off.

But she felt that she could no longer concentrate on the book. The size 4 characters printed on the 32-karat book became blurry in front of her eyes, and jumped to alternate lines from time to time.

The longing-for European life, full of sunshine and laughter, gradually dimmed. Instead of that, what came to her mind were her past days and her current surroundings.

She is a person with a strong memory. She could remember a lot of things, especially in the past year.

Indeed, many big changes have taken place in this mansion in the past year. Each change has carved an indelible mark on her heart and opened up a new horizon for her. She knew things she had never thought of before. The biggest of these changes were the death of her grandfather, the death of her sister-in-law, and the running away of her cousin Juehui. The latter incident in particular gave her considerable stimulation.

She learned from another cousin why that cousin ran away. It had never occurred to her before that a young person would run away from home as a scary place.

But now it seems that the cousin has taken something away from home, and everything at home is different from before. She herself seemed to have changed.

A year ago, others criticized her for being outspoken and loving to talk and laugh. Now she can sit quietly in the room alone with a book for several hours, and sometimes she is alone. Take a meditative stroll in the garden, or just lean on the railing on the arch bridge and look at the lake below. It's hard to describe her mood at this time.

It seemed that there was a desire scratching her heart, and at the same time, it seemed that something flew away from her heart, flying far away with the past days, and there was a desire in her heart. The gap, from which a dull pain occurs from time to time, sometimes for no reason. Although the slight pain in her heart sometimes struck suddenly, she would understand the reason after a while.

She immediately thought of another thing, and then timidly put it aside. Although that matter had a great relationship with her and made her very worried, she did not dare to think more about it. It; at the same time, she knew that even thinking about it would not do any good. This is about her marriage.

She only knew one thing and guessed another. Her grandfather betrothed her to the second son of Chen Ke's family in Japan.

The Geng posts have been exchanged. This marriage was initiated by her grandfather and handled by her father Keming himself.

The date was originally chosen, but it was delayed due to the sudden death of my grandfather. Recently she heard that a decision would be made within the year.

She knew very little about the Chen family. But she heard that the reputation of the Chen family was very bad, and that the second young master of the Chen family did not learn well, loved gambling, and favored actors.

This girl Cuihuan heard this from outside, because her father Keming’s law firm is located in the same mansion as the Chen Ke family’s law firm, and her father’s servants and bearers knew something about the Chen family. matter. Her cousin Juemin and Shuhua often criticized the Chen family in their conversations, intentionally or unintentionally causing her dissatisfaction with the marriage.

In fact, she herself is not willing to marry at such a young age and become someone else's wife, let alone marry into such a family. However, she felt that there was no other way but to obey her father's orders, and she could not intervene in the matter.

She has no courage and is embarrassed. She just lived helplessly.

This is the main reason that makes her quiet. Melancholy took advantage of the situation to grow in her heart.

Although at the age of seventeen, she already felt that her future was bleak. None of this was known to her parents.

The only things that gave her great comfort at these times, apart from the conversations with her brothers and sisters in the next room, were some translations of Western novels and a few new magazines, all of which were from her oldest cousin. I borrowed it from my brother Juexin. She could not fully understand the articles in the magazine, but there were many places that touched her heart and aroused her enthusiasm; as for Western novels, they had a more charming charm.

In those books, she saw another novel life, where there were women of her age, but their actions were so brave and natural, and the most enviable thing was that they were able to control Their own destiny, they can live freely and love freely, completely different from her. So she loved reading those novels very much, and she often read late into the night with a volume in her hands, melting her whole self into the book.

No one interfered with her in this matter, but occasionally someone used words such as "nerd" and "female champion" to laugh at her. This is not necessarily malicious.

Although she wasn't happy about those words, she didn't feel hurt either. However, the recent situation. 2. Use as many good words and sentences as possible in Ba Jin's "Spring"

The silver moonlight shines on the ground, and there are mournful cries of crickets everywhere.

The fragrance of night filled the air, weaving into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside. Everything that the eyes come into contact with is covered with this soft net. No matter whether it is a plant or a tree, it is not as realistic as it is in the daytime. They all have a vague and illusory color, and each one hides its own meaning. Every detail keeps its secrets, giving people a dreamlike feeling.

I am not a good speaker and rarely give speeches. Today I am making an exception to speak here just to repay my Japanese friends for their friendship. When I talk about friendship, I am not using diplomatic language. I put deep feelings into this word.

Friendship is not an empty word, it is like a belt that tightly ties our hearts to those of our Japanese friends. I can't stop my excitement when I think of my Japanese friends. I owe you a debt of friendship.

I will never forget that when the "Gang of Four" persecuted me and wanted me to "die by myself", Japanese friends often asked about my situation and cared about my safety.

And during the ten years when I was forced to isolate from the world, I often thought of the happy days I spent with you and took comfort from these memories.

Today we are together again. You can imagine my excitement and joy. I am a person who is not good at speaking. It is only because I am not good at speaking that I cannot express my thoughts and pour out my feelings. That is why I had to resort to pen and paper to let out the fire burning in my heart, so I wrote novel.

I am not a literary person, but I have been writing for more than fifty years. Everyone approaches literature from a different path.

I have loved reading novels since I was a child, and sometimes I would even forget to eat and sleep, not to study, but to entertain myself. I never dreamed that I would become a novelist.

I started writing novels just to find a way out. I was born in a big family of bureaucratic landlords in Chengdu, Sichuan. I spent my childhood among twenty or thirty so-called "upper class people" and twenty or thirty so-called "lower class people". In a wealthy environment, I came into contact with I heard the painful groans of young lives under the pressure of the hypocritical and selfish elders due to the miserable lives of footmen and bearers. 3. Excerpts from Ba Jin’s famous quotes

The soil of my hometown, the land of my motherland, I will always be with you to receive the sunshine, rain and dew, and grow together with flowers, trees and seedlings. My only wish is: to turn into soil, Stay in people's warm footprints. - Ba Jin's famous sayings: I pursue light, pursue love in the world, pursue my ideal hero. As a result, I still suffer pain. But I have no regrets, and I will go on with greater courage. The road. - Ba Jin's famous sayings To tell the truth, I don't feel happy when facing the mirror, because the "respect" reflected in the mirror makes people worry: haggard, old... I don't care whether I look good or not. It makes me feel What's uncomfortable is that it reminds me at any time: you are heading towards death. - Ba Jin's famous saying A few years ago, I read Tolstoy's novel "Resurrection" with tears, and once wrote a sentence on the title page: "Life itself It is a tragedy. - Ba Jin's famous saying is not like this. Life is not a tragedy. It is a "struggle". What are we doing in life? In other words, why do we have this life? Romain Rolland's answer is "To conquer it." - Ba Jin's famous saying What is the goal of life? It is a life that is rich and overflowing. A person's life should radiate for others, and when necessary, he should sacrifice for others... Self-sacrifice is human nature, just like a plant that has to bloom. - Ba Jin's famous saying I often compare life to As for water flow. This water flow flows down from the source of life and is always in turmoil. It is on the path that created it, passing through the mountains and rubble to reach the only sea of ??life. Nothing can stop it on its way. It also shoots out all kinds of water splashes, which are the love and hate, joy and pain in our lives, all of which follow the water and flow towards the sea. From childhood to old age, to death, each of us is moving in the same direction. This is the goal of life. No matter whether we will reach it or not, or we got lost in the middle and looked in the wrong direction. - Ba Jin's famous saying. 4. Looking for Ba Jin’s Spring Festival

1. The lovely spring girl came to the world with light steps, and the vibrant scene came to all directions, and the whole world seemed to have just emerged from a long period of time. woke up from his sleep.

2. The little swallows dragged their scissor-like tails back to their hometown in the north. They called "chirp, chirp" as if to say: "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" 3. I looked for spring with curiosity. Ah, I saw spring.

The mountains in the distance are rolling and turning green. The grass on the nearby hillside also quietly emerged from the ground. They are tender and green.

Fat Xiao Yeer is like a fat baby who has just woken up. This one, that cluster, dotted the steep hillside.

The trees on the hillside were also quietly taking out new branches and growing new shoots like grass. The branches of the willow tree hang downward, like threads hanging from the tree.

The small yellow leaves are like petals tied on the line.

The poplar trees are blooming, and these flowers are in bunches and are purple-red.

The body is covered with soft hairs, like caterpillars, which is really interesting. Mountain peach blossoms unfold their petals and stamens, apricot blossoms bloom on the branches, and pear blossoms compete for beauty...

4. All kinds of wild flowers also woke up. They stretched their waists, raised their heads, and rushed to bloom. Red, yellow, blue, white, purple... …It’s really a hundred flowers blooming and colorful. Although these flowers are not expensive, they decorate the youthful grassland with their own beauty, and selflessly dedicate everything they have to the earth.

Swarms of bees, flapping their yellow wings, were buzzing and busy collecting honey; the colorful butterflies were also dancing in pairs. 5. In the fields, the wheat seedlings are turning green, stretching as far as the eye can see, like green waves.

The golden wild cauliflower shines in the green waves. 6. I don’t know when, the spring rain fell, gently, with no audible pattering sound, like a wet smoke, gently moisturizing the earth.

After the spring rain, the sun came out and it was sunny. The whole world seems to have just been washed, it is very refreshing, the air is very fresh, and when you take a breath, it is sweet, like drinking honey.

The spring breeze is warm and the bright spring light shines on the earth. All things are full of vitality, forming a beautiful landscape picture. 7. Jiangnan is beautiful in spring, the wind is soft, the air is fresh, and the sun is warm; the wheat seedlings in the fields are like a sea, the dotted villages are like unsinkable boats, the crisscrossing winding rivers, and the riverside The willow branches sprouted buds, and the reed edges turned green when they were drilled out; the calm water in the river woke up from the purity of winter and was dressed up green with the colors of nature.

8. In the spring of February and March, the gentle breeze blows, and the drizzle falls from the sky for no reason. Thousands of soft willows relax their yellow leaves. Green eyes, red, white, and yellow flowers, green grass, and green leaves all rush together like people rushing to the market, forming an extremely brilliant spring. Those little swallows, such smart and cute little Swallows also fly from the south and join this wonderful spring scene, adding a lot of life and interest to the spring scene. 9. Looking forward to, looking forward to, (expressing eagerness and joy) the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching.

10. The grass secretly emerges from the earth, tender and green. The wind is gentle and the grass is soft.

Peach trees, apricot trees, and pear trees are red like fire, pink like clouds, and white like snow. (The corresponding colors of peach, apricot, and pear are red, pink, and white.) The flowers are sweet, and the wild flowers are scattered in the grass like eyes, like stars, and they are blinking.

11. Spring is here! You see the colorful flowers blooming, waking up the lovely grass, trees, birds, beasts, insects, and fish from the cold winter, and restoring life to the earth. Those wild flowers twinkled like little stars.

12. Spring is here! You see, the melting ice water woke up the creek. "Ding Dong, Ding Dong", it is like a magical singer of nature, singing a clear and sweet song, running forward... 13. The bud clusters on the tops of the fir branches are already quite fat, tender, and shining against the sky. , do you think spring can be far behind? 14. Spring is a magician. Who is more magical than her? Who is more beautiful than her? She patted the face of the sky with her wand, and the sky suddenly smiled. The bright sunshine put a golden edge on the clouds. She touched the face of the mountain with her wand. Shoulders, Qun Shan immediately opened her sleepy eyes, took off her gray winter clothes and put on bright clothes. She tapped the chest of the earth with her wand, and the flowers and grass quickly got out of the quilt, looking up at their lovely smiling faces. She tapped the strings of the river with her magic wand, and the river immediately made a beautiful gurgling sound. She couldn't help singing the joy in her heart, "Spring is coming!" Spring is here! The songs of spring are being sung everywhere.

15. Spring is here, and every corner of the earth is full of spring breath. The campus is full of bright spring Lu Xiang.

The willow tree pulled out thin willow silk, which was decorated with light yellow leaves; the grass came out with the fragrance of the earth, in clusters, clusters, tender and green flowers I also stretched, yawned, and stuck out my little head; the children took off their bulky winter clothes and put on light and bright spring clothes; the birds flew out of their homes and sang beautiful songs. , tell us: Spring is here! 16. People are busier in spring. As the saying goes: The plan for a year begins with spring.

You see, in the streets and alleys of the city, busy figures are shuttled back and forth, and in the fields of the countryside, farmers are sowing the seeds of hope. 17. As soon as Grandpa Dong left, Miss Chun came quietly to the world with a basket of flowers, accompanied by the spring breeze and spring rain. Suddenly, all things on the earth revived, and the fragrance of flowers showed a full vitality.

18. Winter has gone and spring has come, the willows are turning green, the warm spring breeze has blown the endless wheat fields green, and ruffled the quietly flowing river water. The sweet spring rain is as light as spider silk, as if it wants to hit the nail on the head. Thin, as long as a thread. As winter passes and spring comes, willows sprout green. The warm spring breeze blows the green of the endless wheat fields and wrinkles the quietly flowing river water. The sweet spring rain is as light as spider silk and as thin as a needle. As long as a thread, winter is gone and spring is coming, the willows are green, the warm spring breeze blows the green of the endless wheat fields, and wrinkles the quietly flowing river water. The sweet spring rain is as light as spider silk, as thin as a needle, like a thread As long as they are, they fly to the earth as densely as a sieve. 5. The beautiful sentences of Ba Jin's "Spring"

The silver moonlight shines on the ground, and there are mournful cries of crickets everywhere. The fragrance of night filled the air, weaving into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside. Everything that the eyes come into contact with is covered with this soft net. No matter whether it is a plant or a tree, it is not as realistic as it is in the daytime. They all have a vague and illusory color, and each one hides its own meaning. Every detail keeps its secrets, giving people a dreamlike feeling.

I am a person who is not good at speaking. I rarely give speeches. Today I am making an exception to speak here just to repay my Japanese friends

for their friendship. When I talk about friendship, I am not using diplomatic language. I put deep feelings into this word. Friendship is not an empty word, it is like a belt that tightly ties our hearts to those of our Japanese friends. When I think of my Japanese friends, I can't

stop my excitement. I owe you a debt of friendship. I will never forget that when the "Gang of Four" persecuted me and wanted me to "die by myself", my Japanese friends often asked about my situation and were concerned about my safety. And during the ten years when I was forced to isolate from the world

I often thought of the happy days I spent with you and took comfort from these memories. Today we are together again.

You can imagine my excitement and joy.

I am a person who is not good at speaking. It is only because I am not good at speaking that I cannot express my thoughts and confide my feelings.

I have to resort to paper and pen to let The fire that burned in my heart burst out, and I wrote the novel.

I am not a literary person, but I have been writing for more than fifty years. Everyone approaches literature from a different path. I have liked reading novels since I was a child, and sometimes even forget to eat and sleep, but not to study, but to use them for entertainment. I never dreamed that I would become a novelist. I started writing novels just to find a way out.

I was born in a large family of bureaucratic landlords in Chengdu, Sichuan, and lived among twenty or thirty so-called "upper class people" and twenty or thirty so-called "lower class people" After my childhood, in a wealthy environment, I came into contact with the miserable lives of footmen and bearers. Under the pressure of hypocritical and selfish elders, I heard the painful groans of young lives. .

I feel that something is wrong with our society, but I can’t tell where the disease is and how to cure it. I treat this big family as an autocratic kingdom. In the prison of the old ethics, I saw many people close to me struggling and suffering, without youth or happiness, and finally died miserably. They were all killed by decadent feudal morality, traditional concepts and the momentary willfulness of two or three people. Leaving my old family was like dropping a terrible dark shadow. When I was twenty-three years old, I ran from Shanghai to Paris, a place where people were unfamiliar to me. I wanted to find a way to save others, save the world, and save myself. To say that you save people and save the world is a bit exaggerated, but to say that you save yourself is actually true.

The situation at that time was like this: I had feelings that I couldn't express, and I had nowhere to vent my love and hatred. I felt like I was falling into a boundless sea of ??suffering and couldn't find a shore. My heart had nowhere to rest. If I couldn't make my I can't live without peace of mind. In the spring of 1927, I

lived on the fifth floor of a small apartment in the Latin Quarter of Paris, in a small room full of gas and the smell of onions. I was lonely, I

Painful, in a room where sunlight hardly reaches, I miss my motherland and my relatives. A struggle between revolution and counter-revolution is going on in my country, and the people are being massacred. A movement was launched in Paris to rescue two Italian workers, N. Sacco and B. Vanzetti, who were falsely accused of being burglars and murderers in Massachusetts, USA. Boston's

has been on death row for six years. There are signs of "lectures" and "protests" held to rescue them on the streets I often walk by. poster. I read the "autobiography" of Fan Zaidi, one of the so-called "prisoners", which contained these words: "I hope that every family has a house, every mouth has bread, and every soul Everyone is educated, and everyone’s wisdom has the opportunity to develop.”

I was very excited, and Fan Zaidi spoke what was in my heart.