1. That car is the total achievement and reward of all his struggles and hardships, just like the badge of a battle-hardened soldier.

They can't run by themselves, because their legs and feet are too heavy to hold money.

Hope makes him happy, and fear makes him depressed. He wants to sleep, but he can't. His limbs were scattered on some hay. There was no noise, only the stars in the sky accompanied his heartbeat.

It's late at night, fatigue for many days, and fear of running away make him physically and mentally uncomfortable.

The night is still dark, and there is still some wet and cold fog in the air, which makes my heart more desolate.

6. I don't know if I'm moving forward or have stopped. I just feel waves in my heart, like a fluctuating black ocean. Darkness is connected with my heart, everything is dim, everything is ups and downs, and everything is in a trance. Xiangzi seemed to be choked by a gust of wind and swallowed several mouthfuls.

That car is really cute. After driving for half a year, it seems that there are feelings everywhere. As soon as Xiangzi twisted his waist, squatted his leg, or kept his back, he closed it immediately, giving Xiangzi the most satisfactory help. There is nothing awkward between him and it. When he reached a flat place with few people, Xiangzi could hold the handle with one hand, and the slightly loud leather wheel urged him to run like a strong wind, fast and steady. When he arrived, Xiangzi's clothes and trousers were all sweaty, as if they had just been fished out of a basin. He feels tired, but he is happy and proud, a kind of fatigue, like riding a famous horse for dozens of miles.

He has no appearance, what makes him lovely is the spirit on his face. The head is not very big, round eyes, fleshy nose, two short and thick eyebrows, and the head has been shaved. There is no excess meat on the cheeks, but the neck is similar to the head. ) thick; My face is always red.

Gonta was so soft that even the handlebars moved slightly; The trunk is so bright, the cushion is so white and the horn is so loud.

Decent, strong, dreamy, selfish, personal, strong, great, Xiangzi, I don't know how many funerals he sent with others; I don't know when and where he will bury himself, this degenerate, selfish, unfortunate and socially ill child, the last ghost of individualism!

Flowers at dawn are picked at dusk.

The sky is full of red clouds and golden waves. The red sun is like a melting pot of boiling molten steel, and generate shines with dazzling golden light.

In the morning, the sun is like a new wife who just went out, showing half her face shyly.

The sun went down, and its exceptionally bright light came out from the treetops, dyeing white clouds and green hills red.

Slowly, the sun shone through the clouds, revealing a face that had already swelled red, like a shy little girl looking at the earth.

Brilliant sunshine permeates through the gaps between leaves, through the fog in the morning, and continuously spreads all over the campus.

The sun is lower and red as blood. On the surface of the water, a striking broad light wave extends from the edge of the ocean to the side of the ship.

The sky was dyed blood red by the sunset, pink clouds were reflected on the flowing water, the whole river turned purple, and the horizon seemed to light a fire.

In spring, the sunshine is warm, and a warm hand is extended, which makes people feel comfortable all over.

The spring breeze blew away the dark clouds, and the sun smiled happily, spreading warmth and brilliance all over the lake.

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, red light hit the ground like a rocket, and the ground caught fire, reflecting the flame when the oil boiled.

I dare not look up at the sun, but I feel dazzling everywhere. The air, the roof and the ground are all white and bright, with a little red in white. From top to bottom, it looks like a huge fire mirror, each of which is the focus of the fire mirror, as if everything were going to burn.

It's late autumn, and the sun is lazily hanging in the sky, like an old man with a smiling face taking a nap.

The sunshine in late autumn is like the orange lampshade on the quilt, which gives off soft light and shines on the body and face, which is warm.

As soon as the sun comes to autumn, it scatters all the light to the world. Look, the fields are golden, the fields are golden, and the mountains are golden.

The sun in winter is as pale as the moon.

The sun was entangled in thin clouds and gave off a faint dazzling white light.

The sun works hard all year round, and when it is busy in winter, it is exhausted and can hardly release heat.

Warm sunshine, through the dense leaves, fell and became golden dots.

The towering mountains in the distance, covered with golden coats in the sun, are particularly beautiful.

Sunlight was filtered by layers of leaves and leaked to him, turning into a faint, round and gently swaying halo.

It was already eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and the bright sunshine drew circles of gold and silver on the leaves.

Sunlight shines on the white earth through weak clouds, reflecting silver light and dazzling.

The golden sunshine poured down and poured into the blue waves, making the monotonous and calm sea surface somewhat colorful.

When the bright red sun shines on the top of the mountain, the fog spreads like a curtain, and the city gradually appears in the golden sun.

The sunlight penetrating through the clouds is like a golden thread, criss-crossing, splicing light gray and blue gray clouds into beautiful patterns.

The sun has just risen to the top of the mountain, covered by the bright red morning glow, and the sun shines through the cracks in the clouds, like countless dragons spouting golden waterfalls.

Golden sunlight shone through the cracks and sprinkled on the grass growing on the brown land.

The sky is as blue as washing, and the bright sunshine shoots down from the dense gaps of pine needles, forming a thick beam of light, which casts a veil-like mist on the tree-lined trees.

The smiling face of the sun is red, which makes the hazy campus suddenly enlightened.

A purple glow appeared in the sky, like a red rose in full bloom.

The newly rising sun is full of energy and red light, illuminating the whole world.

The fiery red rising sun has just penetrated the sea level, adding a touch of rose to the beautiful and quiet sea.

The morning light shines on the lake, and the breeze rises at the beginning, and the fine waves jump, stirring the lake to pieces of gold.

Suddenly, a red sun rose head-on, emitting golden light, like golden stripes, driving away clouds.

A red sun jumped out of the sea, bright and dazzling. The sea water and air immediately filled with Hui Jin, and the sea water changed from dark blue to blue.

The golden morning sun gradually dyed the eastern sky red, and the peak of Huangshan Mountain was dyed deep red by brilliant clouds.

The morning glow faces the sun, revealing a red face. In an instant, ten thousand golden lights dyed the water surface with a layer of carmine through the treetops.

Good words, sentences and paragraphs describing mountains

Mountains, mountains, strange mountains, barren hills, slopes, forests

There are many kinds of rocks in Yibiwan Mountain in Qian Shan. Beautiful mountains and clear waters, high mountains and lush trees, valleys, green mountains and green waters.

There are beautiful peaks on the summit, and nothing grows. The clouds are rolling and the peaks stand tall. Towering mountains stand in the Qianshan Wanling.

Good sentence

The mountains exposed from the clouds are floating in clusters like islands.

The surrounding mountains are like a colorful cloth.

The mountains and waves are stacked on top of each other.

The mountains are dark and boundless, and the knives and axes are indomitable.

The undulating loess hills are really like the waves of a big flood.

Longshan is like a big grave, standing in the night.

The mountains on both sides of the Xiajiang River go straight up and down, which makes people dizzy.

The deep valley is strangely quiet and cold.

The ravine is full of snow, as high as the back of the mountain, and it has become a flat snow paved square.

At the beginning of the morning, the mountains are like shy girls, looming and the sun is setting.

How the Steel Was Tempered

1. Life is a person's most precious thing. Life is only once for a person. Therefore, a person's life should be spent like this: looking back, he will not regret wasting his time, nor will he be ashamed of doing nothing; In this way, when he dies, he can say that I have devoted my life and all my energy to the most precious cause in life-the struggle for the liberation of mankind. We must seize the time to live, because even a sudden illness or accident may end life.

2. The leader's death didn't lead to the party's team being scattered. Just like a big tree, its roots are deeply rooted in the soil, and even if the top of the tree is cut off, it will never wither.

Put away your gun and don't tell anyone. Even if life is unbearable, stick to it, so that life can become valuable.

Thousands of people form a powerful transformer, forming an inexhaustible motive force.

5. "There is no need to hold a mass meeting. No one here needs publicity and encouragement. Tokarev, you are very accurate. They are really priceless. This is how steel is made! " He Zhu said it.

Never lose heart. "

6. When a person is healthy and full of vitality, being strong is a relatively simple and easy thing, and only when life just hoops you with iron rings is the most glorious thing.

7. Life is so unpredictable-sometimes it's cloudy and sometimes it's sunny.

8. A big tree with deep roots and luxuriant leaves will not die as long as its top is broken.

9. Take the time to live quickly, because an inexplicable disease or an unexpected tragic event will make life.

Rest.

10. Our country is rejuvenating and becoming stronger. There is hope to live in this world.

1 1. People should control their habits, but never let them control themselves.

12. If a person can't get rid of bad habits, he is worthless.

13. Anyway, I got more, but I lost less.

14. The future is ours.

15. Don't leave painful memories in your life.

16. In our life, there are not only struggles, but also joys brought by good feelings.

17. Work hard, like a tame horse pulling a heavy load up the hill.

18. Keep fighting until the last moment.

19. Death is the only thing that stops me from fighting.

20. Year after year, I look at my life like an impartial judge.

2 1. Even when life is unbearable, we should be good at life and try our best to make life beneficial to the people.

22. Waste of manpower equals crime.

No one has the right to harm his health.

24. When a person is healthy and full of youthful vitality, it is relatively simple and easy to be strong. Only when life holds you tightly like a hoop can it be a brilliant achievement!

Have you made every effort to make your life beneficial to the people?

26. A person's most precious thing is life. Life is only once for a person. Therefore, a person's life should be spent like this: looking back, he will not regret wasting his time, nor will he be ashamed of being mediocre; In this way, when he dies, he can say that I have devoted my life and all my energy to the most precious cause in life-the struggle for the liberation of mankind. We must seize the time to live, because even a sudden illness or accident may end life.

27. Steel is very strong because it burns in a fire and is highly cooled. Our generation has also experienced struggles and severe tests and learned never to lose heart in life.

28. Any fool can end himself at any time! This is the most timid and easiest way out.

29. He has lost the most precious thing-the ability to fight. What's the use of living In today's bleak tomorrow, what can he prove that his life is valuable? What can enrich your life? Just eating, drinking and breathing? Be an incompetent bystander and watch your comrades rush forward to fight?

30. If you know why you died, the problem will be different. People who understand this will have strength. If you think the truth is on your side, you may even die easily. This is how the protagonist's behavior is produced.

Other articles

Excerpt from john christopher:

If a child thinks that he has no ability to realize his wishes and satisfy his pride, he will have high hopes for his parents; In a depressed adult, he uses these to look forward to his children. In the child's mind, parents are the people he wants to do but can't, the people who defend him and take it out for him; The same is true of children in parents' minds, but it will have to wait for the future. In this "proud sustenance", love and selfishness are integrated, and its desperate momentum and tenderness have reached the state of intoxication.

If you want to never make mistakes, you don't have to do anything. The mistakes you make in the pursuit of vivid truth are more promising than the stale truth.

Adults tend to have fresher impressions of nature and life and more naive experiences than young people in their twenties.

All the vitality for a lofty ideal.

Two people with completely different personalities, once in love, are often the closest in spirit when they are separated.

At a certain age, most powerful artists live in art, and real life only accounts for a small part; Life has become a dream, but art has become a reality.

However, with a woman's intelligence, she has her own way to keep her friends' love from being frustrated. If she is indifferent, she will immediately wrap up the wound with a few sweet words.

I saw this poor guy, and his life was just a series of regrets. ...

When you disagree in your heart, you will never leave your friends.

A short retirement is certainly good for the soul, enabling it to hide its light and bide its time-but it must be conditional on coming out again. Loneliness is noble, but it is fatal to an artist who can't get rid of loneliness from now on. One should experience contemporary life, even if it is noisy and erosive; You should always absorb, always pay, pay and then accept.

He wants to talk to Grazia. He felt very happy to discuss his life with him; So he can imagine that she is participating in his life.

By her side, under her eyes, everything is very simple, as if it should be like that.

Happiness, happiness of the heart, happiness of the eyes. The ubiquitous light, like a smile in the Latin sky, washes away the ugliness of the meanest things, decorates the ancient walls with flowers, and even makes sadness shine quietly. (describing love)

On the one hand, the painful plow blade cuts your heart, on the other hand, it digs out a new source of life.

The same scenery, buried in the grave yesterday, can be revived today. (spiritual resurrection)

The house collapsed and you locked yourself in! Come out quickly. There are other places to live. (Changes in circumstances)

For an unbiased person, seeing the pain of animals is more unbearable than seeing the pain of human beings. Because people's suffering is at least considered unwarranted, and those who make people suffer are also considered sinners. But every day, thousands of animals are slaughtered unnecessarily, and everyone has no knot in their hearts. Anyone who mentions this will make a joke.

And habit is a loyal ally; Sometimes we lose all the meaning of life, only it will always follow us, silently, motionless, staring straight into our eyes, sipping our lips, and leading us through the dangerous ranks with its steady and never-trembling hands until we see the light again and are interested in life again.

Be careful. You believe in your own strength too much. Like a torrent on the mountain; Rolling in today, there may be nothing tomorrow. An artist should hold his talent in his hand and not squander it casually. You should direct your energy and formalize it. You must discipline yourself with habits and work on time every day. This habit is as important to an artist as practicing footwork is to a soldier. When the spirit is in turmoil, the habit of working is equal to your armor, which can keep your mind from collapsing.

But in the isolated situation, coupled with the extreme fatigue and mental irritability caused by weeks of insomnia, she can imagine the most unreasonable horror.

Just suspecting that something will happen is worse than knowing exactly what will happen.

She looks down on city people and can't stand being looked down upon by city people.

The invisible tyranny of the collective soul is on the individual; The so-called individual is a child who has been monitored all his life; Nothing belongs to him, but to everyone.

Because everyone has a hidden soul, some blind forces, and some monsters are usually blocked. Since the beginning of mankind, all efforts have been made to build a bank with rationality and religion to defend this inner ocean. But when I was in storm warning (the fuller my heart is, the easier it is to be controlled by the storm), the banks collapsed, demons ran rampant and collided with other souls shaken by the same kind of demons ... They threw themselves into each other's arms and hugged each other tightly. We can't tell whether this is hate or love, or the madness of mutual destruction ...-In a word, the so-called lust is that the soul is captured.

Everything else in the world, the shackles of their lives, the sadness of the past, the fear of the future, and the storm brewing on them have all disappeared.

Nothing in life is more boring than the repetition of love.

At a certain age in life, there will be a transformation within the organization, and the body and mind are particularly vulnerable to external attacks; Mental fatigue, an unspeakable melancholy, is tired of everything. I have no nostalgia for my past achievements and have no idea about the future. At the age of heart disease, most people have family responsibilities to bind them; Although this responsibility makes them lack the free spirit necessary for self-criticism, finding a new way out and recreating a strong new life, they also become their bodyguards; Of course, in that case, you are full of complaints and hide a lot of hidden pains ... You must always look forward ... You can't avoid homework and take care of your family, forcing a person to drag tired menstruation forward like a horse standing dozing. But a person who has no attachments has no one to rely on when he is empty. Nothing can force him to move forward. He just walks habitually and doesn't know where to go. The strength is disturbed and the consciousness is unclear. When he is in such a daze, if a thunderbolt comes and wakes him up to sleepwalk, then he will be miserable. He fell down. ...

The bitterness of life lies in not getting a bosom friend. Some companions, some acquaintances who meet by chance, that may be possible. Everyone misuses the name friend casually. In fact, a person can only have one friend in his life. And this is still a blessing that few people can have. This kind of happiness is so beautiful that you can't live if you get it again and lose it again. It actually enriches your life. When it disappears, life becomes empty.

Life often has some lifelong time, just like the lights suddenly turn on at night in a metropolis, and the eternal flame burns in the dark soul. As long as a soul jumps out of a spark, it can bring spiritual fire to the soul that expects it.

A man can only prove what he suspects.

* * * Fighting with others can easily lead to concerted action, but it can't unite everyone's hearts.

The fruit of this tree often withers; The essence of all life is frozen and becomes an empty concept.

Force is like light, only the blind will deny it! You should be strong, calm, theoretical and cruel: at that time, all the weak people will face the sun like plants.

Faith is a kind of power, and only those who have great wisdom and courage have it. Assuming that faith is the kindling and human beings are the fuel, then the torches burning with this kindling will always be only a few, but they are often tottering ... Unless there is some mental drought, Mars falling from the fire will burn the whole plain; Then it grew big or went out, leaving only some light of charcoal fire under the ashes.

If a person wants to be independent, he must be lonely; But how many people can stand loneliness? Even the most critical people, how many people have the courage to reject prejudice and abandon some assumptions that their peers can't get rid of?

They preach violence in theory, but in fact they retaliate against their weakness, remorse and oppression of life.

It is really a pleasure for a person to believe in an doctrine and fight for it, or to fight for it, or at least to fight for it. I even think it's good to take some risks, but it's a dramatic stimulus. This kind of mood is really naive, if the motivation is naive and there is no interest calculation.

Wisdom is an island, submerged by the waves of the world, and reappears until the tide recedes.

If you want sunshine to enter other people's hearts, you must first have sunshine in your own heart.

Some people don't see things clearly until later. At that time, nothing could escape, and even the smallest details seemed to be carved with a knife.

Disasters often make people particularly lonely. Human beings have an instinctive aversion to evil, as if afraid of its infectivity; At least it's disgusting, which makes people avoid it. Too few people can forgive you when they see your pain!

But he can't feel the pain of his friends. This is a flaw in human nature. Although you have compassion, compassion, intelligence and countless pains, you can never feel the pain of a toothache friend.

The wound of love can only be treated with love.

I am the happiest person in the world. Two people can understand each other, respect each other and know that they are reliable, not because of a simple belief in love, which is often illusory, but because of how many years of experience in living together, how many gray and ordinary years, plus memories of how many difficulties they have spent. Life is getting better and better ... these are not easy.

Men devote more than half of themselves to wisdom. As long as they have strong feelings, they will never leave a trace or a concept in their minds. He may not love anymore, but he can't forget that he once loved.

They are people like me, why can't they understand me? ..... They don't know me, don't I worry? Among these thousands of people, there are always one or two people who agree with me ... Well, you can breathe the air outside with the skylight ... You should think of those naive spectators, those teenagers and those simple old people who can't turn over from the mediocre days for your tragic beauty. You should echo your childhood! Transfer the benefits and happiness that others give you to others, even if it is only one person. (Crossing refers to his music)

Even a person can't feel who I am, but I'm still me. I have my music, I love it, I believe it; More real than anything.

As long as a person is not a fool, being famous is more empty than being unknown.

Lyrics are like bows made of words, shooting sound into the hearts of the public.

She longs for a new happiness that changes all the time-in fact, if she doesn't know how to enjoy happiness, she doesn't deserve such a childlike dream at all. Like many other women and other couples who have leisure, she has all the conditions for happiness, but she is always worried there.

Love! Self-sacrifice is the greatest wealth in life. If you just pursue happiness, it is the most boring and deceptive thing.

Changing people are like running water. People who love him are either taken away by it or the Yangtze River, so take it away. Whichever you choose, you have to change. This is indeed a dangerous test: you can't really understand love until you give in to it. In the first few years of cohabitation, the harmony of life is very fragile, and everything will be destroyed as long as one of the two lovers changes slightly. The situation is even more dangerous when the environment suddenly changes greatly. It must be a very strong person or a very free and easy person to resist.

Poor man is too addicted to happiness! After selfish happiness becomes the only goal in life, life soon becomes aimless. Happiness has become a habit, an anesthetic and indispensable. However, it is impossible to grasp happiness all the time ... There are countless rhythms in the universe, and happiness is just one of them. The pendulum of life always swings at two poles; Happiness is only one pole: the only way to stop the pendulum at one pole is to break it. ...

They have tasted the boredom of happiness, and the feeling of needing excitement is increasingly unsatisfied. Sweet time has slowed down and faded, as pale as a flower without water. The sky is always so blue, but it is not as refreshing as the morning air. Everything is still; The earth is silent. They are lonely, as they wish. -But they're sad.

For ordinary people, you should show ordinary life: it is deeper and wider than the ocean. The smallest among us also contains an infinite world.

What you wrote is the simple life of these simple people, and the quiet epic of these monotonous years. Everything is so the same and so different ... you must use the language of the public when you speak to it. Words don't care about elegance and vulgarity, only about whether your meaning is accurate or not. Whatever you do, you should put yourself in: keep your thoughts and your feelings. Words should follow the rhythm of the heart. Style is a person's soul.

Full of absurd words, a bitter tear.

Dou Yun's author is crazy, who can understand the taste? -A Dream of Red Mansions

Everyone knows that immortals are good, but their fame is unforgettable.

Where will the past and present be? A pile of grass on the wasteland is missing.

Everyone knows that immortals are good, but gold and silver can't forget them;

In the end, I only hate getting together, but I close my eyes for a long time.

Everyone knows that immortals are good, but only wives can't forget them;

You said hello on your birthday, and you died with others.

Everyone knows that immortals are good, but only children and grandchildren can't forget them;

There have been many infatuated parents since ancient times. Who has seen filial piety for children and grandchildren? -A Dream of Red Mansions and Good Songs

The humble room is empty and the bed is full; Dry grass withered poplar, used to be a ballroom. Spider silk is covered with carved beams, and green yarn is attached to the awning window. What do you say about thick fat and fragrant powder? Why are the temples frosted again? Yesterday, the loess dragon sent bones, and tonight, the red light lies at the bottom of the account. A box full of gold and a box full of silver, everyone is slandering beggars. I am lamenting that his life span is not long, and I will know that I am dead when I come back! If you train well, you will never be a strong beam in the future. Choose cream beam, who wants to live in Yanhua Lane! Because the gauze cap is too small, it locks the cangue bar; I felt cold in my coat yesterday, but now I feel purple python is long: noisy, you sing me on stage, but you think my hometown is my hometown. That's ridiculous. In the end, it was all on the wedding dresses for other girls! -A Dream of Red Mansions and Interpretation of Good Songs

False is true, true is false, and inaction is everywhere. -A Dream of Red Mansions, a stone archway in a dreamland.

One is Xian Fanpa in Yuen Long, and the other is Mei Yu's unreasonable behavior. If there is no strange fate, I will meet him again in this life; If you say there is a strange fate, how does your mind eventually become empty? One speaks in vain, and the other cares nothing; One is the moon in the water, and the other is the flower in the mirror. How many tears can you have in your eyes? How does autumn flow to the end of winter and spring flow to summer? -"A Dream of Red Mansions" wastes eyebrows.

Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?

The spring trees are floating, and the falling flowers and catkins touch the embroidered curtain.

My daughter in the boudoir is sad and sad.

Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with your hands and endure stepping on the fallen flowers again and again?

Willow and elm are from wheatgrass, regardless of peach floating with Li Fei.

Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?

At the beginning of March, the fragrant nest was built, and Liang Jianyan was too ruthless.

Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest.

360 days a year, the wind and sword are threatening.

How long can bright and fresh research last? Once you go with the flow, it's hard to find out.

Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and those who bury them are worried.

Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.

The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the hoe returned to cover the door.

The blue light fell asleep on the wall, but the window was not warm.

The blame at the bottom is double depression, half pity and half trouble;

Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence.

Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul?

The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words.

May wings be born under threat and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.

After all, where is Xiangshan?

There is no trick, a cup of pure land protects the wind.

It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.

I will die and be buried, but when will I die?

The man who buried the flowers smiled today, but who did he bury?

Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age.

No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened! -Lin Daiyu's funeral speech in A Dream of Red Mansions

The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes.

Success or failure has turned empty, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is a few degrees red.

The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time.

A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things, ancient and modern, are paid in a joke-Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

PS: Actually, I personally think that the four classical novels in China are classics. What a good literary talent!