Excerpts from American Prose for First-year Students.

What is happiness? Everyone has his own voice. Happiness can ripple on the face, and happiness can be written in the heart! Happiness can really burn people sometimes. Because this is a kind of strength and the essence of training! Walk leisurely through a pool of blood! A dialysis life is short! Therefore, happiness is lovely, hurried, enjoyed and expected!

Happiness flows like water, pure and precious! Happiness is expressed like a poem, and happiness is a bit sad! Happiness is not only the accumulation of wealth, but also the direction of feelings! If one day we can flow across the mountains and plains like a stream and finally converge into a river! What a simple sense of happiness that should be! The most elegant happiness must be hidden behind the best memories, because that is the most primitive confession of life!

Perhaps the simplest happiness is to do what you like and love the people you love the most! In the hearts of lovers, meteor showers are romantic, but in the eyes of astronomical observers, they are real happiness! People sometimes feel happy because they are moved, and when the same sincere happiness comes, it can also be moved! When there is silence in your soul, please live hard and find something called happiness. It will turn your tears into pearls, shining and illuminating your lost way!

I like meditation, because the quiet breath can lead me back to my childhood, and the simplicity of childhood can be called happiness. Because I have the freedom like a butterfly there, and I don't need to consider the glitz of the world. All I have to do is hold hands with the girl I love and count the ignorant youth! Travelers are as golden as autumn leaves, filling the corners. But I also hung my thoughts on the branches. And I am getting lost and approaching, like a prodigal son, covered in scars. However, I use gorgeous and optimistic words to express my feelings: happiness has a long way to go, and the years are a little bitter. The house in this world is big but there are few people! Much happier, but happiness is silent. ...

How many dreams have a breeze drunk?

The rain stopped, the faint wind gently brushed my cheek, the night was quiet, and my heart was quiet.

In what season, flowers and plants wither on the green ground, and inadvertently, fresh and tender green buds are quietly born. Just like a miss, the trace was hidden silently, and suddenly a casual one evoked many clear and bitter memories. So, every windy night, every day after the rain stops, I am like a naughty child stepping on the grass, looking for that flowery dream. However, the flowers will wither and the water will flow forever, so when I see every incomplete story come to an end, I will tell myself softly-since you can't grasp tomorrow, cherish the scenery quietly.

The faint wind awakened the dream of youth, and your gentle voice lingered in my ear like a beautiful melody for a long time. Silent night is a sleepless song, and every note is a lost memory. Open the palm of your hand, what you once thought you had firmly grasped has become blurred under the kiss of the wind. Emotion is a poem with Kubinashi rhyme, but if you are not careful, you can't find the true meaning of this poem. Perhaps life is destined to have some memories of waving and turning around, which will make you feel like a soul mate although you are a stranger.

I always like to write down my feelings quietly in words, just like this summer night, a person is looking for distant and vague memories under the light. Occasionally there is a breeze blowing outside the window, which is a beautiful scenery to escape from a certain chapter.

Sunny days, flowing clouds, flowers overflowing, green grass like silk, light feelings light dreams. I can't remember when the throbbing heart began to be silent for a long time. Even if it rains, it is still calm. No longer keep a long night for a promise as light as flying flowers, nor will I burst into tears because of a decisive turn. Everything is just a story with no ending, just a gorgeous beginning, but you don't have to worry about how the protagonist in the story will end.

The shadow of the street lamp has been faded by the fleeting time. The refreshing wind is like a silent dream, still singing distant tunes alone. The scenery is the same, but there is no face.

It is said that enjoying the moon is the deepest miss in my heart, so what kind of mood is it to see flowers in the fog? !

The night washed by rain is less noisy, and every breeze flowing through your fingers is quietly telling one beautiful story after another. Sitting quietly in front of the window, let the dense fog bring my thoughts to a rainy night, just like now, I just use my pen to carve the superficial indifference. Wait until dawn, binding scattered thoughts.

The early morning wind intoxicated the young dream. The flowers on the balcony seem to have changed into charming skirts again, and I hear you singing softly on the green space. Night has come, tonight I will sleep quietly, leaving you smiling in the wind.

Lianqiu

There are flowers in spring, moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. The four seasons are so beautiful that I forgot their shortcomings. Only autumn is my eternal attachment!

Northland scenery, beautiful snow in Wan Li; The hot summer in the south is also an extraordinary movement; But what I cherish most is the bleak autumn! Autumn indifference

Autumn is not beautiful! It has no green "Qinghai", no gorgeous colors and no taste that children like. It only has yellow leaves floating in the wind, and only the cool wind is cold. But I just like this color, only like this simple autumn!

When people are lamenting the eventful years, telling that rough times are hard-won, the long world still exists, and the past is bleak. No one has come to ease your sorrow! Only the whistling wind outside the window is listening to your singing and responding to your sadness!

In autumn, you are a little beautiful, otherwise, how can there be Liu Che: the autumn wind starts in Bai Yunfei, and the plants fall in Yan Huang and return to the south, how can there be Cao Pi: the autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cold, and the plants are frosty, how can there be Su Shi: You must remember the good years, especially when the oranges are green. Autumn is a treasure in the eyes of poets, and it is precisely because of the artistic conception of autumn poems that it can be immortal in the literary world! Autumn here is really a little beautiful!

In autumn, I admire your simplicity, your brilliance and everything. It seems that in my eyes, I can only see your goodness, but I don't remember your badness at all!

In autumn, you are an indispensable part of my life. You are my eternal miss. Because of you, I remember that I had so many wonderful times. Because of you, I think life is so beautiful. Or because of you, I feel that I am no longer alone in this world. I still have many good memories to miss. I still have you in those rainy days. My years have not been wasted, and my friends are so difficult.

Autumn, you are like that song, you are like a white lotus that cries forever!

Autumn, life is different because of you!

Autumn, eternal attachment!

(1) Life is like a river flowing eastward. It originated in the highest place, and ice and snow were his predecessors. He gathered many small streams, synthesized a powerful Hong Tao, and ran down. He zigzagged through the cliff, washed down a layer of sand and accumulated soil, rolled away happily and bravely, enjoying everything that happened along the way; Sometimes, when confronted with the frontal resistance of rock and rock, I rushed up angrily, roared and whirled, and the waves fluctuated until I passed by and fell off this steep cliff. Sometimes, through the thin flat sand and the grass in the sunset, he saw the red peach blossoms on the shore. He was happy and shy, flowing quietly, singing in a low voice, and spent this romantic journey gently; Sometimes, when he encounters a storm, it will stimulate his mind and soul, and it will thunder. The strong wind blew him up and the heavy rain hit him. He was temporarily turbid and uneasy, but after the rain cleared, it only gave him a lot of new strength; Sometimes he will meet the sunset glow and the new moon, shine on him, cast a shadow on him, and bring some faint warmth in the cold: he just wants to rest and sleep, but the power of progress still urges him to move forward ... (Bing Xin talks about life)

(2) New Dong

Everyone has a clear spring in his heart, which washes your soul and nourishes your life. Just because of the complexity of daily trivial life, it masks her beautiful voice and blurs her clarity and transparency.

The night is quiet, and nature is silent. At this moment, you can remove the heavy mask, remove the fence of the heart garden and really look at yourself. In the depths of life, you finally hear a leisurely and crisp voice. This is a poem of truth, goodness and beauty. Like a shower, like a spring breeze, soft and meaningful.

The moon is hidden and the stars are present, and the wind is light. At this time, you can face up to your naked conscience and get out of the secular fan box. At the height of your soul, you finally feel an inevitable rhythm. This is a true, good and beautiful song! Like the bright moon, like the autumn sun, indifferent and quiet.

Walking against the wind, whenever you look back at the bumps and mud behind you, one after another, one after another, your heart will suddenly surge ... finally you realize that life does not believe in tears, and failure does not mean killing success! There is no eternal luck in the world to make you complacent forever. What are the eternal misfortunes in the world to make you miserable forever?

The glory of life is not ordinary, but mediocre! So think more about when the spring breeze is proud, as long as you don't betray the original intention of beauty; When you are embarrassed and frustrated, look forward to it a little more, as long as you don't make up a bitter dream that you don't wake up!

Put out jealousy like fire with your heart, wash away vanity like dust with your heart, and life will be infinitely relaxed. Whispering hearts clearly tell you that people's hearts are not as sinister as you think, and life is not as gloomy and heavy as you render!

Stay away from despicable fights, avoid worldly disputes, approach Ding Dong's heart and listen to Ding Dong's heart. ...

Relive the good mood; Soothe a tired heart; Looking back on the cold life.

Listen to your heart and let your thoughts go deep and pure; Listen to your heart and make your life richer and more vivid.

Xishui

A transparent stream is as clear as a mother's eyes.

In spring, your eyes are gorgeous;

In summer, your eyes are thick green;

In autumn, your eyes are clear;

In winter, you are tired-close your eyes and stop singing.

You breathe in the clouds in the blue sky, the sunset glow at dusk and the stars in the night sky; And left me as a child.

Oh! The rustling sugarcane forest and sweet wind by this stream once blew my childhood dream! I am lying beside you, leaning on my mother's chest, feeling very happy. ...

You are an ancient song in our life-

You see the procession riding donkeys coming, and some suona play funeral music;

You saw several burly men carrying heavy wooden coffins and sending the old man up the hillside;

You heard it too: the unicycle at the foot of the mountain crunched on the barren land. ...

Without you, who will leave us with natural colors;

Who will record the joys and sorrows of the mountain people for us?

Transparent stream, you gave me a pair of eyes that can distinguish colors.

When I am by your side and find myself a teenager, I want to go far.

Send me out of the mountain like you raised my mother!

mournful winds and monotonous rains

I really want to get caught in a rain, and I really want the rain to wash away that memory. Maybe the rain will wake me up. The feeling of raindrops hitting the face will make people confused whether it is tears or rain, so I can say: boys don't cry!

Rain gently and softly sprinkled on the earth, washed away all the dirty dust on the earth, giving people a clean feeling, but the cold rain could not wash away my gray mood! I walked out of the noisy street, and the world of lights was so far away from me. I walked to the middle of the avenue and stood there, only the sound of rain before and after, and people didn't know where to hide. Great! Holding an umbrella, I feel so soft and warm that I can hardly breathe. There have been scenes, and one shot after another seems to have been discussed a long time ago, slowly passing by my eyes in the rain, slowly passing by. ...

Rain fell from the sky on the umbrella and wet my cold body. I just stood there, I don't know how long I've been standing, and I don't know if I'm tired. I can no longer choose to stare at you with such a sad look, and my feeling of happiness has turned into heartache! I can't see whether the rain is horizontal or oblique, and my umbrella doesn't know which direction to cover. An umbrella, a person, walking in the wind and rain is so lonely! Then turn around silently and leave that corner. It's just a quick glance, but it's enough for me to relive the whole day.

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 bloom will be gorgeous; I hope the autumn wind is like a song!

Life is like tea.

Drinking tea is a state of mind, feeling that the body and mind have been purified, filtering out impetuousness, and precipitating deep thinking. Tea is a kind of emotional appeal, a kind of silence that I want to talk about; A sadness of wanting to laugh; A kind of loneliness after the excitement of "a thousand red cups and a million beautiful kilns".

Tea is a collection of spring memories. You can feel the lazy sunshine in spring when you drink tea in any season. Sitting in a person's room, pouring a cup of tea and watching the tea turn will often give birth to many feelings: tea needs to be boiled to be fragrant, and life needs to be tempered to be calm. No matter who you are, if you can't stand the changes in the world, you may not be able to taste the fragrance of life. Look at that tea. When it first rushed into the water, it rolled back and forth in the water. Isn't it just like us who are new here? Hit the wall everywhere, black and blue.

If so, I like tea. Whether casual or arty, although we still dare not say "taste" but only "drink", we have gone from just drinking tea to "smelling" the fragrance of tea, and now we can't live without tea for a day.

Life without tea really feels dull and boring.

As far as I am concerned, I like to make a cup of green tea on a lonely rainy night, sit by the window alone, watch the fallen leaves fall, listen to the sound of rain knocking on the window lattice, taste the shallow bitterness in the dense tea fog and faint tea fragrance, and think about the deep and faint thoughts. ...

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 a best balance point of your own. I am in a hurry and often can't wait for the tea to be ready, so I gently blow the cup to drive the tea vortex, watching the tea gather and disperse, but I can't help but separate. After sipping his tea, Ren's shallow bitterness rippled between his tongues, filling his teeth and throat. After that, I took a deep breath, and the fragrance spread all over my lips, washing away all the fatigue and indifference. 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.

Ideal faith

Spring blossoms! If you have experienced winter, then you will have the scenery of spring! If you have faith, then spring will be far away; If you are giving, then one day you will have a garden full of flowers.

Choosing self-confidence means choosing to be open-minded and calm, choosing to stand still in front of fame and fortune, choosing to hold your head high in front of power, raising the sail of self-confidence and showing the style of fighting.

The power of faith lies in that even in adversity, it can help you raise the sail of progress; The charm of faith lies in that it can summon up your courage to live even in danger; The greatness of faith lies in that it can urge you to keep a lofty heart even if you encounter misfortune.

Endurance is an inconspicuous persistence; It is a kind of perseverance that is not afraid of wind and rain; It is a kind of loyalty that does not seek fame or profit.

The building stands tall because it has strong pillars, and ideals and beliefs are the pillars of the building of life; The cabin breaks the waves because there is a compass to indicate the direction, and 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.

After the storm, it will be the color of Tianshui where seagulls swim. Out of the thorns, the road ahead is covered with flowers. When you climb to the top of the mountain, there is a misty sky under your feet. In this world, a star falls, and the starry sky cannot be dimmed; A flower withers, and the whole spring can't be wasted.

Faith is a bird with wings for people, and faith is the wing of flying.

With persistence, loneliness on the journey of life can pave a blue sky; With persistence, loneliness can be interpreted as a row of geese; With persistence, happiness can blossom in the garden.

Sailing in the vast sea, getting lost, sailors will be buried at the bottom of the sea; Trekking in the vast expanse next door, getting lost and traveling to the wilderness; Seek the light of hope in endless exploration, lose your way, and you will miss your success and regret it for life.

Only when we set out can we reach our ideal and destination. Only by working hard can we achieve brilliant success. Only sowing can reap. Only by pursuing can we live a decent life.

The true feelings of human beings

Motherly love is a bitter persuasion when you are confused; Motherly love is an earnest reminder when traveling; Motherly love is a kind smile when you are lonely and helpless.

Motherly love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm as spring even in cold winter; Motherly love is a hot spring, which makes your feelings clear and quiet even if they are covered with the dust of years.

Motherly love is a drop of dew, kissing the dry soil. With its drizzle-like warmth and diamond-like persistence, it looks forward to the fertility of broken soil. Motherly love is not the freezing point of life, but a flowing river, which creates a beautiful emotional scene in our life.

Because of love, homeless people can return home; Because of love, a tired soul can be full of vitality as always. Longing for love is like starlight longing for each other to shine; Longing for love is like the song of the century, longing to be sung forever.

Missing is a song that allows you to read the rhythm in ordinary days; Missing is a kind of rain that makes you get wet in boring days; Missing is a piece of sunshine, which makes you clear in gloomy days.

Warmth is the floating spring rain; Warmth is the shadow of a smile written on the face; Warmth is a response without hesitation; Warmth is a meticulous cooperation.

"The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body" is about family relations; "It is enough to have a bosom friend in life, and treat each other with the same bosom" is about friendship; Love says: "Once the sea is short of water, it will always be amber"; "If you are selfish, the country will live and die. Why not avoid every cloud has a silver lining?" You are talking about loving the national conditions.

what is love ? Love is an inspiration, which can swell the sails of your life; Love is timely assistance; what is love ? Love is a smile that soothes your broken heart.

Love is a piece of sunshine that shines in winter, making the poor feel the warmth of the world; Love is the spring in the desert, which makes people on the verge of despair see the hope of life again.

Friendship and mutual assistance

"Friends" can be understood as two moons sitting in the sky, taking care of each other and illuminating each other, which are indispensable, and that endless light is the link and bridge that connects each other! The long journey of life is full of sadness and loneliness. People who have no friends live in darkness, and people who have no friends are real orphans.

Friends are the shade of trees in summer, which brings you a cool feeling; A friend is the scenery in life, and the journey will be eclipsed without him. A friend is someone who comforts you silently when you are frustrated, and a friend is someone who shares with you when you are happy. A friend is someone who reminds you when you are proud and encourages you when you feel inferior. ......

Friendship comes from love. Stretch out your supporting hands when you fall; Send a ray of comfort when you are sad; When you are lonely, bring a heart fragrance.

We wrote a book with friendship, a thick book. In the book: friendship is like a pearl, which we wear together to form a bright necklace; Friendship is like colorful silk, which we cut and sew together into gorgeous clothes; Friendship is like a flower. Let's spread it together and cultivate colorful flower beds. Friendship is like oil painting. We paint together and paint a beautiful picture.

Friendship should be sown with sincerity, cared for with understanding and watered with enthusiasm.

The fire of friendship warms a friend's broken heart, illuminates the lost direction, dispels the gloom in loneliness and ignites the new hope of the loser.

Society needs love and human beings need help. Maybe just a small stake can save a drowning person; Maybe just a thin blanket can warm a frozen person; Perhaps just a word, a warm hand, can call back the hope of the disappointed. Then why don't we do it? Don't go away, let's give our love together. One person, two people, three people. Isn't that what we need to build the future of our motherland?

Summer's Blood

Quiet summer nights and clear winds always give me a feeling of tranquility. The bright moonlight pours like soft water and clear light, which means peace and harmony. Moonlight is soft and transparent, light and elegant.

I like to use moonlight to precipitate my mood, such as water moonlight, which I can drink. Open the window, let the moonlight flow quietly on the skin, and the light and elegant charm and fresh emotional appeal naturally flow in the heart. If you practice moonlight, your mood will become clear and soft in the moonlight, and suddenly all kinds of touches and beauty in your life will be vivid.

Once, I snuggled up in my grandmother's arms and counted the stars, enjoying the clear and quiet moonlight in the countryside leisurely.

Once, in Jingjing campus, I had a heart-to-heart talk with my classmates in the clear moonlight, and I realized the beauty and sadness of the past.

Once, in the moonlight like water, you and I went boating on Taihu Lake, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the world in the shadow of paddle lights, moonlight and lake water. The clear lake and the ethereal piano sound made me indulge in the gentle feelings of Jiangnan, and I didn't know where to go.

The flowers on the wall are moving, and it is suspected that the jade man is coming. Zhang Sheng meets Yingying, waiting for the west wing of the moon, and the guqin passes on meditation, waiting for the beautiful woman under the moon. Classical beauty. The bright moon is dyed in the west window, and the faint thoughts are also filled.

In the fleeting time, the moonlight is beautiful in the classical meaning and today's romance, bringing people infinite meditation and carefree intoxication.

The clear moonlight attracted me. I put on my clothes and went out. I stepped on the moonlight like water and slowly walked into the garden. Gardenia flower bathed in moonlight, cold dew, like a curtain of Qingyuan dream. Bamboo shadows dance lightly with the rhyme, like water and moonlight passing through, reflecting the brightness of the bright moon. Everything is full of agility in the moonlight. Secular noise and impetuousness, hesitation and hesitation, all melt in this moonlight. Suddenly enlightened, suddenly enlightened.

Like moonlight, you can drink it. It's like water flowing by, you can feel it.

Stand quietly on the garden path and listen to the silence. ...