Excerpt from American article I
When a kind of beauty makes people feel overwhelmed, they have to dance for it with their hands and feet; When a kind of insipid, light makes people unable to taste, we have to sigh and cherish it and praise it. You are willing to be indifferent, content with being plain, complacent in being plain, only willing to have fun in become a butterfly in your dreams, only willing to wander around the world with hovering Peng, unwilling to be tired of state affairs and unwilling to set foot in the world. You are like the sweet and fragrant mineral water, giving people a desperate life, a quiet and far-reaching life, and something detached. I tried to touch your skirt, but I touched it at my fingertips.
But I can't get rid of the sweet temptation, and I can't forget the bitter or sweet fragrance. When there is no way out, I have to look at your calm eyes, which are unusually clear and long, and I can't see the end of the world.
Excerpt from American English Part II
Miss the past and compete in prosperity. You are still wandering freely in the outside world, understanding the infinity of nature. The world is only your subjective product. Even you know the happiness of river fish, the joy of butterfly dance and the guilt of mantis, swaying away and shuttling through the mire. Why care about the power struggle? Who said you have to bear the unbearable weight of life?
There is a bright moon in the distance, so you can watch it alone on a breezy night, and Bai Yue won't be lost when people sit back and relax? Just because your plain heart is chasing each other. The world laughs at your madness, but your cold eyes are speechless. You suddenly realize that your faint spring-like philosophy is so profound, but you are already floating. I only caught a glimpse of you, but I caught a glimpse of a dull and far-reaching attitude towards life. I will never be dominated by everything. I am alone in the turbid waves, and I only want to die holding the bright moon. There is a withered tobacco and a white mustard on the river.
Excerpts from American Prose III
Colorful makes harmony. Just look at the light yellow of goose willow smoke, the green of green grass, the brilliant red of red apricots on the wall, and the blue sky with clouds and clouds. Their colors are different, but why is it always spring? Spring, when everything grows happily, is not dominated by one color. Difference is the appearance, harmony is the essence, and colorful achievements are colorful richness, which is the real harmony.
Tap on the door of the red chamber and look for the dream that has been longed for for for a hundred years. You said that in A Dream of Red Mansions, Zhong Ling had so many beautiful daughters. Who is the reader's favorite? It has always been difficult to adjust, but it has always been appealing to both refined and popular tastes, stroking the slightly curled pages, and we seem to hear it. Then what? I came late and didn't meet guests from afar? So, what about publicity? I don't know. It's sad to die, and then what? This sister, seems to have seen it somewhere? Surprise? Love brother, love brother? Call, merge into a harmonious movement, endless and memorable.
Excerpts from American articles 4
I met Yan Jinshu in a thatched cottage, and Qi Xuanwang said he would rather? It's safe to walk as a car and eat as meat at night? People. I asked him why he chose to live in seclusion. He narrowed his eyes and said with a smile that he would never lose face if he returned to nature. Why are those two sentences still there? I was about to leave when the quiet voice came from behind me: Don't insult me? The purpose is the soul, and the soul cannot have a little dust and shame. ?
The beacon smoke of Aegean Sea filled the bleak and empty sky, and I found Achilles. I wonder why he would rather let Paris's despicable and insidious arrow shoot into his own foot than give a fatal blow from the darkness. ? Paris wants Helen and my life, but what I want is a noble heart, and I have no regrets. ? Perhaps because of this, his resolute and cold face is destined to be cast into a bronze statue, and the hero's name will last forever.
Excerpts from American articles 5
We become arrogant, we become arrogant. When the imperial court, Untitled Scholar, civil servants and Confucian scholars in the Song Dynasty were busy writing poems and fu and enlightening the people with Zhu Cheng's Neo-Confucianism, the northern fighters swept through China; In the prosperous period of Kanggan, the literati were busy writing stereotyped writing, annotation and textual research. On the other side of the ocean, a scientific and technological revolution began, rewriting history. We have four great inventions, we have seismographs, and we have pi more than 1000 years earlier than other countries. However, our land contains a yellow civilization that is dominated by agriculture and self-sufficient. We have Zheng He to show off our national prestige, but we have not discovered Columbus in the New World. We have Li Bai and Du Fu, but not Copernicus and Newton. We know that China is going to the countryside, but we can't see the civilization outside. We revel in ourselves. We constantly sum up our own glory with the books on nature and agriculture, but forget to pay attention to our own culture. We are behind.
History is quietly passing away, and the enthusiasm in our hearts has not cooled down. Instead, we look at it more rationally and seriously.
Excerpts from American articles 6
The turning point in literary works is mostly fictional, but the turning point in life is real. Although some are painful, they eventually become the cornerstone of the miracle of life. Sima Qian wrote in Historical Records:? King Wen was arrested and played Zhong You in Zhouyi and wrote Chunqiu. Sun Tzu's feet, Sun Tzu's art of war, Zuo Qiu's blind obedience, and his "Mandarin"; Han Fei imprisoned Qin, "it is a long story"; Lonely and angry? After experiencing such a painful turning point, many sages deeply realized the great significance of life, continued their will to live with amazing vitality, and wrote a series of classics handed down from generation to generation with remarkable achievements. It is in these turning points that the tenacity and generosity of the sages condensed their personality and thoughts into a lasting fragrance on the long river of history, and it is also these turning points that inspired more people to feel more sorry.
Excerpt from the seventh article in the United States
Wandering between life and death, between light and darkness, some people choose life, some choose death, some choose light, some choose darkness, which really comes from a spiritual vein in the depths of human hearts, but chooses eternity.
Standing on the coast of history, I wandered back to the ditch of history: Dr. Chu meditated on Zehe and died without regret; Wei Wudi whip east refers to courage; Tao Yuanming is leisurely in Nanshan, drinking and picking chrysanthemums. They chose eternity-even if flattery and slander blind people, it is a persistent choice not to follow. Even if Marco is buried in Kansai, he should raise his voice and try his best to sweep away the smoke. This is a heroic choice; Even if I work hard all day, I am willing to take pleasure in it and devote myself to farming. This is an elegant choice. After many choices, emperors will become their great achievements, and sages will touch guests and become their eternal articles.
Excerpt from the eighth article in the United States
Gently shake the teacup in your hand, look at the faint green tea or needles or tablets, up and down, around, ups and downs, changing different postures, trying to find the best balance point of your own. Anxious, I often can't wait for the tea to be ready, so I gently blow the mouth of the cup to drive the tea vortex to see the tea gather and disperse, but I can't help but separate. After sipping tea, Ren's bitterness rippled on the tip of his tongue, filling his teeth and throat. Say that finish, I took a deep breath, lingering fragrance filled my lips, spread in my heart, and I was tired and indifferent. People seem to be drunk, hazy, and unwilling to wake up for a long time.
That night, the fragrance of tea filled the room, and the tea in the cup changed from light to thick, floating and heavy, gathering and dispersing, and slowly realized in the bitter fragrance: life is like tea.
Excerpt from the ninth article in the United States
The rain stopped slowly, and the bleak autumn wind blew away the golden maple leaves all over the ground, turning them into tears and drifting away into clouds. My heart is lost, but I can't find it with the bleak autumn wind! Fall to the ground and become dust. Who, until what time, looks up at the rainbow that can only be seen in the sky, looks back at the wind and can't see the dust; Perhaps the water grows eastward, and things are different; Perhaps the fate of this brush has passed in retrospect! Perhaps my imagination is so rich that I forget that I am not a god; Maybe I was so stubborn that I forgot that God disposes. I am not a god, but I hope that the gods will be moved and God will be in charge, but I believe that God knows. Find a piece of pure land to plant roses and draw a blueprint instead of the sky. I hope that the four seasons will be free and the flowers will be gorgeous; I hope the autumn wind is like a song!
Excerpted from American article 10
The power of faith is that it can help you move on in adversity. The charm of faith is that it can inspire you to live even in danger. The greatness of faith lies in maintaining a lofty heart even in the face of misfortune.
Endurance is an inconspicuous persistence; Yes-a perseverance that is not afraid of wind and rain; Yes-a loyalty that does not seek fame and fortune.
The building stands because it has strong pillars, and ideals and beliefs are the pillars of the building of life. The cabin broke through the waves because there was a compass to indicate the direction. Ideals and beliefs are the compass of the ship of life. The train goes to Wan Li Road, because there are rails to guide it, and ideals and beliefs are the rails on the train of life.