1. Only the fluttering breeze is left, and only the distant bell is left. The eyes are astonishing, the ears are astonishing - Zhu Ziqing's "Alone"

2. It is impossible to study literature without being lazy to memorize it, especially poetry. A high school liberal arts student should recite three hundred poems carefully instead of swallowing them wholeheartedly or reading ten collections of poems at a glance. ——Zhu Ziqing

3. The swallows have gone, but they will come again; the willows have withered, but they will become green again; the peach blossoms have withered, but they will bloom again. But tell me, wise man, why are our days gone forever?—Someone stole them: who was it? And where were they hidden? They themselves escaped: and now here we are again Where?

4. When I wash my hands, the days pass by the basin; when I eat, the days pass by the rice bowl; when I am silent, the days pass by my gaze before my gaze.

5. Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle dripping into the ocean, my days are dripping into the flow of time, without sound or shadow.

6. The author made a high-level summary of the passage of more than 8,000 days, abstracting the hurried passage of time into "like light smoke" and "like mist", which are the same metaphors. Lenovo novelty. The light smoke and mist were "blown away" and "evaporated" in an instant, and the days were so fleeting.

7. The figures under the electric light just feel like ants, let alone thinking about them. This is the last dream; unfortunately it is the shortest dream! Darkness falls in front of us repeatedly, and we see one or two stars on the empty ship on the shore, dull and wavering lights. We woke up from our dreams and knew we were about to go ashore; our hearts were filled with disillusionment.

8. The swallows have gone, but there is a time to come again; the willows have withered, but there is a time to be green again; the peach blossoms have faded, but there is a time to bloom again. But, smart one, tell me, why are our days gone forever?

9. When it was dark, as I lay in bed, he would stride over me in his agile way, flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, another day has slipped away. I hid my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new days began to flash through the sigh again. ——Zhu Ziqing

10. From now on, I will no longer look up at the blue sky or look down at the white water. I will only watch my steps carefully. I will step on the soil step by step and leave deep footprints! ——Zhu Ziqing

11. In the east wind, passing by my face, the drizzle of stars is the fluff of spring. ——Zhu Ziqing's "Dry Rain"

12. These days, people have more and more opportunities to have fun, and they don't care to wait until the New Year; so the New Year's Eve scenes fade away again and again, and they are looking forward to it as enthusiastically as before. , things that are used enthusiastically may only exist in the memories of the elderly and the imagination of children. ——Zhu Ziqing

13. I think the first thing an artistic woman has is her gentle air; it makes people listen to the melodiousness of the flute like smelling the fragrance of roses, like lying on a velvet bed. On a thick blanket. She is as dense as water and as light as smoke, enveloping us; how can we not admire her with joy? This comes from her movements; every step she takes, every stretch of her waist, every sweep of her temples, every blink of an eye, every move she lowers her head. , even the slight movement of the clothes and the light dance of the skirt are like the flow of honey and the slight ripple of the wind. How can we not admire it with joy? ——Zhu Ziqing