Extract

I would like to believe that all hardships are generous gifts from fate; I'm here to make my life. Even if it throws me to the ground a thousand times, it is to let me learn to stand and stand with dignity in falling and climbing again and again.

I heard the sound of the bank of verbally attack River not far away, and at the same time I heard a voice from the depths of my heart: I can never live on others forever. I firmly believe that I must walk independently between heaven and earth in my own way.

Remorse, pessimism and hesitation can't save my lost time and youth, nor can it make me richer and more powerful.

after giving up those unattainable ideals, I must set a new life goal for myself-it should be both valuable and practical

A life questionnaire that needs answers. Perhaps at a certain turning point of life, it is like a mountain and a river, suddenly standing in front of me, and I must choose to cross it.

I am indulging in personal misfortune; In the pursuit of light and the future, I have neglected my relatives and their pain and sorrow, which is actually no less than mine.

Really willing to bear all the hardships alone; Like Danke, I am willing to hold my heart high above my head and turn it into a torch for lighting in the dark.

I once declared war on fate with the pride of my youth, and I was an enemy of it everywhere, stubbornly and painfully resisting its arbitrariness.

at this moment, I suddenly found that only by accepting my unique fate frankly and sincerely can I gain true spiritual freedom.

This discovery is so important to me that I can see a blind spot in my ideology, which prevents me from enjoying and enjoying a beautiful life.

I even want to believe that fate seems to train me to take on a special mission of transmitting love and faith in the future.

people often say that suffering is a treasure. In fact, suffering itself is not equal to wealth. Only when you overcome suffering, extract nutrients and beneficial ingredients from suffering, and become mature and gain something, will suffering become wealth and let you enjoy your life. 2. an excerpt and a parody

1 excerpt from the original text: at night, the enemy stared at this dark and dark big reed pond from the small window of the turret, and the stars in the sky seemed to be immersed in the water and were about to drop. It was not until this late at night that waterfowl flew and sang in the reed pond. During the day, they hid tightly in the nest to avoid gunfire. The reed is still so hard to drill up, and the goal seems to be the sky. -"Baiyangdian"

Imitation: In the morning, I stared at this small garden from the floor-to-ceiling window of the library. The irises in the garden also seemed to float in the sky, and they were flapping their wings. Until this early morning, dew rolled and swayed in the garden, and they quietly dispersed in the sky without a trace during the day. Bamboo is still growing so straight, and the backbone seems to be naturally not bent.

2● Tung Flower from Xi Murong's Classic Works

● Excerpt from the original text: Such an afternoon full of white flowers always feels deja vu, and it always feels like an aggregation that can be put into any kind of time and space. It can be put into the Book of Songs, Chu Ci, classicism and post-impressionism-there should be such an afternoon and such an early summer in any beautiful record of mankind.

● Imitation: On such a morning full of catkins, I always feel that I have met you before, and I always feel that it is a scene that can be put into any kind of time and space. It can be put into Tang poetry, Song poetry, romanticism and notes of later country music-in any magnificent culture of human beings, there should be such an early morning and such an early spring.

3 extract the original text: rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft net, which covers the whole autumn world. The sky is dark, too, like the roof of an old house covered with spider webs. That pile of gray clouds in the sky is like white powder peeling off the roof. -Zhang Ailing's Autumn Rain

Imitation: Snow, like white and smooth pieces of paper, flies into a thin yarn and covers the whole winter world. The sky is also white, like a newly painted white wall in a brand-new room. The looming silver moon on that day is like a faint mark on a white wall.

This is a very common flower, so common that no one can remember its name, except for the day when it blooms in spring. Ridges and ponds are everywhere. The color of flowers is very simple, between red and white. Although it is not bright, it has a touching charm. The fragrance is not strong, but the fragrance that is if there is no, if it is near, if it is far away, is even more intoxicating; The flowers are not big, like a baby's small fist, which makes people love at first sight.

a little bee is resting quietly and motionless in the stamen of this flower. Occasionally, the breeze blows and gently blows its soft wings, but it is still taking a deep nap, as if dreaming a sweet dream. This little bee must be tired, and wants to recover her strength through rest, so that she can continue to run around. It's not surprising to have a rest. What's surprising is that the little bee actually reprinted the rest place from the percentage network. Please keep this mark and arrange it in the stamen. Does it also know that the soul should be placed in a beautiful and clean place?

the little bee falls asleep quietly in the stamen. Beauty and beauty set off each other, which is simply a beautiful still life painting.

In fact, the place where the soul rests doesn't necessarily need magnificent space, but a beautiful and clean flower is enough. Only in such a flower or a flower-like place can the soul sleep quietly with peace of mind, avoid evil and danger far away, gain endless strength, courage and confidence, and move forward with its head held higher and stronger on the journey of life.

If we are always depressed, decadent and restless, it must be that we haven't found a flower that can rest our soul like a little bee. 3. Excerpt and imitation of narrative

Looking out of my bedroom window, I can see a tall hibiscus tree. In that spring day when the smoke trees are jagged, red dots are really charming. It touched my inspiration and stirred my literary thoughts. Over time, I actually regarded this "neighbor" standing across the window as my confidant.

however, one morning, I looked through the window and suddenly found that a storm last night had eroded it beyond recognition. Immediately, a kind of sadness of "flowers falling out" passed through my heart! I can't help feeling that I have stumbled on the road of life, gone through many twists and turns, and lost many beloved friends again and again. Isn't life just like the flowers in blowing in the wind? !

after some time, it gradually faded away. Once, when I came back from the countryside, I felt that the indoor air was a little dull, so I inadvertently opened the window and suddenly felt a bright eye: a flaming bougainvillea came into view, and it was frozen in the setting sun. The unexpected surprise made me almost unable to control myself. I was surprised. Why didn't I find this budding unyielding life behind my death?

yes, the last petal of hibiscus has fallen, and people's praise for it has been forgotten in the past memory, but the bougainvillea has grown up, and the bright red like a flame shows people the change and continuation of life.

who can say that loss and gain are not a symphony?

I have stood in front of the window for a long time and deeply realized that there is no constant scenery in life. As long as your heart is always facing the sun, you will find that

every morning there will be a beautiful and hazy vision spinning in front of your window

● Comment:

This is a beautiful philosophical prose. The author tells us through the hibiscus tree and bougainvillea outside the window:

There is no constant scenery in life, as long as you have a heart.

The author washes and practices his writing. When describing the shapes of hibiscus and bougainvillea, he only uses a few strokes to outline them. There are not many flowery words, but we do feel that they are all very beautiful. I think this is due to the author's ability to grasp the characteristics of two scenes. Many times, we don't have to write everything, just write the charm of things, and then we're done.

The author's writing is very smooth, and many psychological descriptions promote the writing, so we can learn this narrative method. A scene, a feeling and a thought are actually not so difficult.

Just like the hibiscus tree outside the author's window, just like the later fiery bougainvillea, just like many landscapes that may appear after the bougainvillea.

we often say that there is not a lack of beauty in life, but a lack of discovery. But even though we have said that we have heard this sentence ten thousand times, we still haven't found beautiful eyes. We always feel that life is too boring, and we always feel that everything is so taken for granted.

Actually, it's not. As long as we change our mentality, we will find that there are new landscapes everywhere. I think it is because the author has a sentimental heart that loves life and is grateful for life that he can find infinite scenery from his window. 4. excerpt and imitation of good words and sentences

1. In spring, farmers sow seeds and think about autumn harvest.

Today, we are sowing hope and thinking about future success. 2. Sincerity is simple, and only hypocrites will find it hard to accept.

The philosophy of life is simple, and only mediocre people will find it difficult to understand. 3. Tea is simple, but it has a pleasant fragrance in a light and leisurely way, showing elegant and simple charm.

salt is simple, but it contains the elements of life and expresses honest and quiet vision. 4. I want to thank life for giving me the pleasure of experiencing nature.

Thank you for giving me the warmth of family and friendship, and for giving me the hardships of growing up. 5. Maturity is red apples and heavy rice in autumn; Maturity is the persistence of "and every night the candles will weep their wicks away" and the joy of "peaches and plums are everywhere"; Maturity is the courage to cross the stormy waves and the joy of successfully reaching the other side; Maturity is the condensation of love and laughter, and the harmony between inner and outer life; Maturity is a beautiful poem, a fragrant rose; Maturity is the rainbow after the storm and the dawn after the long night. 6. Friendship is a beneficial savings in life.

this savings is a kind of help in times of trouble, a kind advice on the wrong road, a sincere help when you fall, and a spring breeze to wipe away tears when you are in pain. Reading is a profitable savings in life.

this savings is the key to discovering the unknown, the ladder to pursuing the truth, the foundation to surpass the predecessors and the strength to participate in the competition. 7. Life is the faint fragrance of the cluster of osmanthus flowers.

Life is the silent smile of the crescent moon. Life is the passionate singing of flowing water.

8. The beauty of autumn is mature. It is not as shy as spring, so open in summer and so introverted in winter. The beauty of autumn is rational.

it is not as charming as spring, so fiery in summer and so subtle in winter. 9. If the four seasons are a book, spring is a title page full of faint fragrance.

If the four seasons are songs, spring is the prelude to the jumping of light spirits. If the four seasons are emotions, spring is the joy that floats slightly.

1. Beautiful waves bloom when they collide with rocks; The value of life is revealed in the pursuit of life. 11. I am not a Gu Song standing upright on a high mountain, nor a bonsai bent in a small room, but a grass on the vast grassland-adding a new green to the magnificent rivers and mountains.

I am not an eagle fighting in the sky, nor a sparrow perched under the eaves, but a bee in the big garden of the motherland-brewing a sweetness for mankind. I am not the sun hanging in the sky, nor the full moon embedded in the clear night sky, but a star in the vast Milky Way-adding a little star to the silent night sky.

12, the long river of life, if it is calm, it looks mediocre; The journey of life, if the waves are small, also appears dull. 13. Life is a brick of architectural history. Life is a pair of oars that struggle with the wind and waves. Life is a beautiful flower that is the source of thousands of greens. Life is a ladder to help others climb.

14. Memory has no weight, but it can make people crawl on the ground and inspire people to fly in the ideal space. Memory has no volume, but it can make people open their hearts to embrace the whole world, and it can also make people's minds too narrow to tolerate; Memory has no color, but it can not only make people's hearts pale and dark, but also make people's inner world gorgeous and brilliant. 15. Books are the detergent for purifying the soul, and books are the golden key to open the door to wisdom.

16. Acquaintance is a kind of shining beauty, getting along with each other is a kind of warm happiness, and knowing each other is an eternal treasure. 17. Life should be like a song, with more high-spirited melodies and less languid notes; Life is like a poem, which should be more passionate and less bitter. Life is like a painting, with more bright colors and less gloomy tone.

18. Friendship is like a pearl. We wear it together and form a string of bright necklaces. Friendship is like colored silk, we cut together and sew beautiful clothes; Friendship is like a flower seed. We sow it together and cultivate beautiful flower beds. 19. If you are a big tree, sprinkle a green shade; If you are a grass, decorate it with a little spring; If you are a pillar, hold up buildings; If you are a piece of sawdust, let out a ray of light and heat.

2, we choose to burn, because burning means giving, and when giving, it will make us shine; We abandon decay, because decay means degeneration, and when we fall, we will destroy ourselves. 21. Pain is the product of desire, but it is also the touchstone for tempering people's will; Pain can be a cliff or a ladder to help you succeed.

22. Time is like an invisible river, which flows silently by everyone. Time is like a just judge, it treats everyone's right and wrong fairly; Time is like a brush, it can draw vicissitudes on people's faces; Time is like a brush, it can brush away the pain in people's hearts. 23, childhood is a mystery, chaos is beginning to open, immature and curious; A teenager is a painting, colorful and innocent; Youth is a poem, * * * surging, romantic and chic.

27 Silence is a virtue, and school hours are a kind of wisdom. School hours are the fetal movement in the mother's womb before labor, the new green sprouting in the bud in the cold spring, and the magma running underground before volcanic eruption.

28. If a child lives with criticism, he learns to condemn; If a child lives with praise, he learns to be confident; If a child lives with tolerance, he learns to be generous; If a child lives in hardships, he learns to be tough. 29. Wang Zhaojun is not a character, but a writer.