Beautiful prose suitable for reciting

Good poetry should be suitable for reading, and good prose should also be suitable for reading. The language of prose is fluent, and it will be fluent to read, just like a continuous stream, which feels great. The following are three beautiful articles suitable for reading. Welcome to read!

Traveling on the Yuanyang terrace in the sky, you don't need to find scenery in the clouds, and the flowers along the way will bear the burden.

Large tracts of silver screens are emerald green, and the steps reflect bright sunshine and red.

-Author: Dan Shuiquan "Guanyuan Balcony"

I have enjoyed many photos of terraced fields on clouds, and I am always shocked by the beautiful pictures. Not far from Wan Li, it is really arty to go to Yuanyang to shoot terraces. It is the real purpose of this trip to witness the magnificent scene of harmony between man and nature. -inscription

Flying from the blessed land to Kunming, the feeling of expectation and accumulation, the first date with the most beautiful curve on the earth, is like a cup of Yunnan red that has been brewing for a long time. If you don't drink, you will get drunk first.

The next day, it takes more than three hours to drive from Jianshui Ancient City to Yuanyang Terrace Scenic Area. Along the way, the green fields are flowing and the mountains are blooming. It can be said that walking through mountains and rivers, watching the scenery all the way, watching and watching, the soul also entered the painting. At noon, pass through the city from Yuanyang County and enter Ailaoshan District. The sky is getting dark, the rain is crisp and foggy. The visibility of the mountain road does not exceed 20 meters. It is really three miles away, and such unpredictable weather is unexpected.

Open the window in the morning, and one more tree is in the morning light. It is still foggy, locked, cold and lonely. Looking around the terrace of the inn, it is difficult to see a few photographers with long guns and short guns looking for angles in the hazy fog. I can't help worrying that I'm afraid I won't see the miracle created by Hani ancestors today, but since God gave me such an ink painting, I feel at ease and look around carefully. Bamboo swaying in the fog, comparable to the clear shadow of jade in front of Xiaoxiang window. It is just a kind of freehand brushwork to put on gauze lightly and be in it.

Just after eight o'clock, the sudden clear wind dispelled the fog lock and the morning sun jumped out. The terraced fields finally revealed their true colors. There is no light and shadow, no rendering, and the winding lines in the vicinity outline a piece of mirror, reflecting the mountains of indigo. The faint shadows of trees and scattered houses in the distance constitute a faint background, which is a good landscape picture. But in an instant, the light fog rolled like a mirage, and everything was out of sight.

Just feeling lost, the top of the mountain in the east emits purple light, and the valley filled with clouds is instantly connected with terraces, and the sun falls on it. I saw the sea of clouds rolling in Tao Jin, the terraces sparkling, and the sky and the ground became one color, just like entering a world of light.

At this time, there were waves of suona in the distance. The hostess of the inn told me that an old man died in the hut in front today, and everyone in the stockade was praying for him to see him off. On the mountain road outside the village, groups of people wearing white cloth were blowing and beating all the way, all scattered branches in this stockade, specially to bid farewell to the dead. The most important part of the farewell ceremony was that Migu in the stockade sang "Migrating Ancient Songs" at the head of the village with hani language, and led the deceased back to the place "Norma Ami" that the Hani people miss most, in order to die. She also said that the Hani people have no writing, only language, and the migration of "ancient songs" was passed down by the ancestors through word of mouth, which is unheard of in daily life.

Two foreigners at the entrance of the village sat on the hillside, quietly watching the busy people in Hani cottage and the old man sitting in front of his fireplace smoking a long hookah and peeling lentils ... On the road outside the inn, several local dogs chased each other and frolicked in groups of three or five. Buried with bricks built by villagers, the donkey walked along the uneven cobblestone road to the depths of the stockade shrouded in light fog.

My thoughts are far away. If the terraced fields in Yuanyang are full of spring scenery, Hani ancestors fear nature; Comply with nature; A cultural milestone of living in harmony with nature. So today, with the development of tourism and the excavation of Hani culture, the protection work is deepening. While the Hani people show their culture to the world, the younger generation of Hani people are also integrated into the rolling trend of the information age and participate in the life of modern society. But I am convinced that the brand of Hani culture has been deeply rooted in their hearts. The more national it is, the more cosmopolitan it is. The rituals handed down from generation to generation and the ancient songs passed down from mouth to mouth will surely last forever in the land of Laoyu Mountain.

Just sit quietly on the terrace, and the sun shines on you, which is warm. Hold a bowl of red brown rice, mix the yellow pepper with soap buds and eat it with relish. With the thick spring scenery outside the window, I slowly indulge in this calm and simple pastoral atmosphere. I think maybe one day in the future, we will all slow down and go back to the beginning of a simple life. At that time, we will miss and be grateful, because we know how to feel the most beautiful scenery in life with our hearts.

Out of the hut, walk west along the county road for half an hour and you will come to the observation deck of the eight terraces. The height difference of the valley here is more than 2000 meters from high to low. In the spring breeze on a hot day, I saw pieces of silver screens reflecting blue sky and white clouds pouring down from the dam crest, and I didn't know its final destination. Walking along the gravel path of the Agricultural Bank of China, strolling along the Qingxi River near the field, looking up at tens of thousands of acres of staggered terraces, formed a series of daily sequences from the foot of the mountain to the clouds. I feel so small, and I am in awe of nature.

The sun is getting higher in the afternoon, and being in a daze is the best choice. Sit down by the willow beside the field and rest slowly. I saw the hillside and the edge of the field covered with clusters of unknown white chrysanthemums, and the air was filled with faint fragrance. Around the green willows, birds are singing sweetly, and several pears are blooming. In the distance, three or two villagers were busy in the field pulling cattle and seedling carts. Between heaven and earth, the spring is strong.

Fog rises and clouds surge, and the setting sun sets inadvertently. The children's laughter began to ring in my ears. Children who came home from school in twos and threes, carrying schoolbags, squeezed out from the depths of white clouds. They were just worried about rushing to the Tiger Mouth Scenic Area, which is 0/5km away from/kloc-,but they were lucky to get a ride with enthusiastic people. In the bumps, I suddenly realized that a smile and an encounter gave me such warmth, and my inner satisfaction with life was so simple. Yes, as long as you dare to let go, don't burden yourself too much. Give life more room to smile, maybe at the next corner, you will meet a brand-new yourself.

When I drove to the top of the mountain and looked down at the magnificent tiger's mouth terrace at the foot of the mountain, I couldn't help but slip my tongue. The terraced fields built on the mountain are like thousands of flowing mirrors, which are extremely spectacular. In the afterglow of the sunset, the sunset cast colorful lines, setting off a carpet full of gold and color; A staff was set up on the field and a series of exciting movements were played. Light and shadow are Ma Liang's pens, which turn mountains into landscapes, paint terraces, and paint a beautiful picture with clouds. The breeze is the rhyme of swallows, and the light of water is silk. According to the spring scenery, the clouds are closed, and the costume dance is performed.

At first glance, the sunset faded away under the cover of dusk. The earth is integrated with the sky. The breeze blew, as if all the noise and prosperity had gone with it. There is only a blank in the silence. I walk between heaven and earth, and heaven and earth are my heart!

The old winter has come, accompanied by the light footsteps of snowflakes. A snowflake Two snowflakes dyed my hair white, and a wisp of cold stung my sleeping soul. I woke up from a dusty dream, and on the first snowy day, I gently combed the years that slipped through my fingertips. Those past events have gone with the wind. ...

The child's height is suddenly higher than my head, so I need to look up when I talk to her; Colleagues around me have emerged new faces. I was called sister by the youngest in my previous unit, and then aunt. The reaction has been slow, and the hands and feet are not as flexible as before. I woke up suddenly. It turns out that I am old.

The days have turned pages inadvertently. Looking at myself in the mirror, I am over half a year old, and my elegance is no longer there. I feel a kind of sadness and sadness in my heart. Along the way, I was intoxicated by the romance in spring, the burning passion in summer, the richness in autumn and the cold in winter. My life changed from madness and publicity in youth to silence and indifference. The soul is no longer inflated, and the days are no longer full of emerald dreams. Let the old thoughts entangle the flying snowflakes, and let the hair tips be covered with ice ridges. The past forms a faint smoke and disappears in the time and space of the years.

As if just now, I said goodbye to yesterday lightly, and the texture on my forehead was deeper and heavier. Yesterday is gone, life is no longer young, the sun and the moon are still spinning, the four seasons are still in the cycle, the hair between the temples is getting gray, the soul is getting old little by little, and the cold wind rolls up the moist memories like ripples.

"I used to go to, willow, a; I think about it today, it's raining. " Missing the lost time and the past, whether it is Ma Pingchuan or Gully, is gone forever. What remains in my heart is either faint sadness, warm memories or permanent sadness.

Li Bai often drinks and sings: "Have you ever noticed that in the high room and bright mirror, what lovely hair, although it is silky black in the morning, turns into snow at night?" Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Since God has given talents, let them be used! , spin one thousand silver, all back! Unless you lament the shortness of youth, everyone's birth has its own value and significance. Even if the gold is used up, it can still be recovered, but time is gone forever.

Everyone will get old one day. For old age, some people will be very scared, some people will face it calmly, and some people will seize every minute of their lives and live a wonderful life with confidence. "Fenghua refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time." It is a natural law that a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred days are red. Only by following the law, grasping the law and cherishing what we have in life can we treat the whole process of life correctly.

"A hundred years is longer than a hundred years, and we must still love today." Flowers will reopen one day and people will no longer be young. A snowflake drifted into my dream and woke me up. Spring is still waiting for me. I still have a dream. How can I let time slip away like this? How can you sleep like this? "One day, I will ride the long wind, break through the stormy waves, sail straight and build a bridge on the deep sea." The heart is not old, the spirit is not old. If you have a dream in your heart, you should pursue it bravely. Even if the dream can't come true, the process of hard work is also the process of life, which is enough to soothe your life.

Everyone's life will always be unique in the world, and life will always be rich in the ordinary, and it is also in the enrichment that it is sublimated and happy. I struggled to find the sustenance of my life in the years. In fact, life is like a book, which has a profound meaning. Looking through the dusty title page, there will always be a touching past or an unfulfilled dream inadvertently. The more you turn to the end of the book, the more you can appreciate the meaning of life, and the more profound, meaningful, tolerant and open-minded life will be.

I hung yesterday's dream on today's window, hid my sadness and pain in the dead of winter, raised my ideal sail again, let the wind surge and bloom wither, and face life with a smile. The morning glow is full of vitality, and the sunset glow is also radiant.

Carry the bag of dreams on your back, walk gently to the soul of the four seasons, walk into the depths of the years and start a new life journey. ...

The contradiction between the sky and the window

Houses in the country only have a row of wooden windows in front. On a warm sunny day, the wooden window sash is straight, with light and air. When it is windy and rainy, or when the north wind howls in winter, the wooden windows have to be closed, and the house is like a black hole underground.

So the countryman opened a small square hole in the house and installed a piece of glass called a skylight.

When summer showers come, children like to run and jump in the rain and look up at lightning, but adults are not allowed to say, "Come in!" " "The children are locked in a room like a hole, and the wooden windows are closed; At this time, the small skylight is the only comfort.

From that small glass, you will see the feet of rain jumping there, and you will see a glimpse of lightning; Imagine how rain, wind, thunder and electricity swept the world. Imagine that their power is ten times and one hundred times greater than the sense of reality you feel outdoors. A small skylight will sharpen your imagination.

At night, when you are forced to go to bed to "rest", maybe you can't forget the grass and beach in the moonlight. You sneak your head out of the tent and raise your face. At this time, the small skylight is your only comfort!

You can imagine countless shining and lovely stars, countless mountains, horses, giants and fantastic clouds from a star and a cloud on that small glass; You will pass a shadow on the small glass and imagine that it may be a gray bat, a singing nightingale or a bully owl. In short, everything in the beautiful and magical night world will unfold immediately in your imagination.

Ah, yo, yo! This little blank is amazing! It will show you that if it is not there, you will not remember the secret; It will remind you of something you would never associate without it! Adults who invented this "skylight" should be grateful. Because a lively and thoughtful child will know how to see "existence" from "nothing" and "reality" from "emptiness", which is more real, broader, more complex and more certain than letting him see it!