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1 Hemingway, the author of the old man and the sea

It is a great mako shark, born with a good physique. It can swim as fast as the fastest fish in the sea, and everything is beautiful except the upper and lower jaws. Its back is as blue as swordfish, its belly is silver, and its skin is smooth and beautiful. It looks like a swordfish, except for its big mouth, which is being closed. Now it is moving fast downstream, and the towering dorsal fin cuts through the water like a knife without shaking at all. On this closed lip, all eight rows of teeth are tilted inward. Unlike most sharks, they are usually not pyramid-shaped. They are human fingers curled up like claws. They are almost as long as the old man's fingers and have sharp blades on both sides. This kind of fish feeds on all the fish in the sea. They swim fast, are strong and well-equipped, and are invincible. It smells fresh blood gas, and now it is accelerating, and the blue ridge fin cuts through the water. When the old man saw it swimming, he saw that it was a fearless shark and was determined to do whatever he wanted. He prepared the harpoon, tied the rope and watched the shark swim forward. The rope is short, and the piece he cut to tie the fish is gone. The old man is sober, normal and determined at the moment, but he doesn't have much hope. This situation is too good to last, he thought. He watched the shark approach and took time to see the big fish. It's like a dream, he thought. I can't stop it from attacking me, but maybe I can kill it. Dundoso shark, he thought. You are so fucking unlucky. The shark quickly approached the stern. When it attacked the fish, the old man saw it open its mouth and strange eyes. It bit a little above the fish's tail and its teeth crunched. The shark's head is above the water and its back is above the water. The old man heard the big fish's flesh being torn. At this time, he put the harpoon into the shark's head, just at the intersection of the line between his eyes and the line from his nose to the back of his head. These two lines really don't exist. Only a heavy, sharp blue head, two big eyes and a squeaky, devouring jaw. But there (1) is Dentuso, which means "sharp teeth" in Spanish, and it is the local common name for mako sharks. It is where the brain is, and the old man comes straight to it. With all his strength, he put a good harpoon into it with his bloody hands. He stabbed it hopelessly, but with determination and complete malice. The shark turned over, and the old man saw that there was no life in his eyes, turned over again and wrapped two ropes himself. The old man knew that the shark was dying, but it still refused to give up. At this time, its belly is tilted, its tail is flapping, its teeth are creaking and it paddles like a speedboat. Its tail is flapping on the water, and three-quarters of its body is exposed to the water. At this time, the rope was tightened, shaken and snapped. The shark lay quietly on the water for a while, and the old man stared at it. And then slowly sank. "It ate about forty pounds of meat," the old man said loudly. He took my harpoon with so many ropes, he thought, now my fish is bleeding again, and other sharks will come. He couldn't bear to see the dead fish again because it had been bitten to pieces. When the fish was attacked, he felt as if he had been attacked. But I killed the shark that attacked my fish, he thought. This is the biggest dundoso shark I have ever seen. God knows, I've seen some big ones. This situation is too good to last, he thought. I hope this is a dream. I never caught this fish. I lay alone in bed on old newspapers. "But people are not born to fail," he said. "A man can be destroyed, but he cannot be defeated." But I was very sad and killed the fish, he thought. Now comes the bad time, but I don't even have a harpoon. This Dundoso shark is cruel, capable, strong and clever. But I'm smarter than it. Maybe not, he thought. Maybe I am stronger than it. "Forget it, old man," he said loudly. "Drive along this route and deal with it at the last minute." But I must think, he thought. Because this is all I have left. This, and baseball. I wonder if the great DiMaggio would like me to hit it on the head like this? It's no big deal, he thought. Anyone can do it. However, can you think that my injured hand is as big a disadvantage as the bone spur? I don't know. I've never had a problem with my heel, except once when I stepped on a sea ray while swimming and was stung by it. My calf is paralyzed and the pain is unbearable. "Think of something happy, old man," he said. "Every minute, you are one step closer to home. You've lost forty pounds of fish, and you sail more briskly. " He knows exactly what will happen when he drives into the middle of the current. But there is nothing I can do at the moment. "No, there is a way," he said loudly. "I can tie the knife to the oar handle." So he held the tiller under his arm and stepped on the rigging with one foot, that's all. "All right," he said. "I am still an old man. But I am not unarmed. "

Gorky, the author of Childhood.

After I get better, I gradually see that Zokan's position in our big family is quite special.

Grandpa scolded him more than two uncles. In private, Grandpa often praised him:

"Ivan is a good player, and this boy has a bright future!"

These two uncles are very kind to him and never play pranks like Gregory.

Practical jokes about Gregory are played almost every day. Sometimes he burns scissors with a torch, and sometimes he burns scissors.

Put a nail on the chair, or put two different colors of cloth on the almost blind old worker.

Artisans' hands will be scolded by my grandfather when sewing fabrics of different colors:

Once, he took a nap in a hammock in the kitchen. I don't know which bad guy painted his face with red paint.

This kind of face is difficult to wash. For a long time, Gregory was such a funny and terrible face.

The gang tortured him endlessly, and Gregory didn't seem to take it seriously at all and said something.

Before he takes scissors, thimbles, pliers and iron, he always spits on his hands and tries to take them away.

This has become a habit. Before eating with a knife and fork, he will wet his fingers, and the children will laugh when they see it.

When he is burned, his face will be twisted into many wrinkles at once, and his eyebrows will be raised high until he disappears on his bald head.

Above.

I don't remember grandpa's attitude towards his sons' pranks. Every time, grandma would wave her fist and call them:

"You shameless devil!"

But uncles often curse Ci Gang privately, saying that he is not good here or there, and that he is a thief.

Lazy people.

I asked my grandmother what was going on.

She patiently explained to me:

"That you don't know, they will open their own dyehouses separately, all want to add Olivier Vannucci, so they were laid off.

In front of each other? Him!

"Said he wouldn't work! Just a fool. "

"They dare not open a dye house with your grandfather again, which is very bad for your uncles."

"Their little intrigue would have let your grandpa see. He deliberately said to them,' Oh, I want to give it to Ivan.

Buy a visa-free, I need him so much, he doesn't have to be a soldier! "

"This makes your uncles angry!"

Grandma smiled silently when she said this.

I'm sitting with grandma again now, just like when I came by boat. She comes to tell me stories before going to bed every day.

Things, tell her life like a story.

Interestingly, when it comes to things like separation, grandma said it completely in an outsider's tone, as if she were far away from all this.

Very far away.

She talked about Tsuzuka, and I realized that he was an abandoned child.

One spring, one rainy night, I found it at the door.

"Oh, he's frozen stiff, wrapped in a broken apron!"

"Who threw it? Why did you throw him away? "

"His mother has no milk. I heard that one of them died just after giving birth, so she put the child here.

Yes "

There was a silence.

"Alas, dear Alesha, it's all because of poverty!"

"Of course, there are regulations in society that unmarried girls are not allowed to raise children!"

Ostrovsky, author of How Steel was Tempered.

19 18 In the spring, three good friends played at Seryosha's house for a while at 66 o'clock, then ran out and lay down on the grass in the small garden in Cochakin. It's really boring I am tired of playing those games. They began to think about how to spend the day better. Just then, there was the sound of hooves behind him, and a rider came running along the road. The horse jumped over the drain between the highway and the low wall in the small garden. The rider waved his whip at Paul and Clim, who were lying on the ground, and said, "Hey, boys, come here!"

Paul and Colin jumped up and ran to the fence. The rider was covered with dust, and the military hat and protective clothing worn on the back of his head were covered with a thick layer of dust. A revolver and two grenades made in Germany are hung on a strong military belt.

"Children, get some water to drink!" The rider pleaded. When he saw Paul running home to get water, he turned and asked Seryosha, who was looking at him, "Young man, who is in charge in the city now?"

Seryosha quickly talked about all kinds of news in the city: "We have been out of control for two weeks. There is only one self-defense force, and the people watch in shifts. Who are you? " He also raised questions.

"I said that you, worrying too much, suddenly became a little old man." The rider replied with a smile.

Paul ran out of the house with a glass of water.

The rider gulped down greedily, returned the cup to Paul, shook the reins and immediately walked to the pine forest.

"What does he do?" Paul asked Clim card in confusion.

"How should I know?" Clim shrugged and replied.

"Probably want to change the government again, or how did the Lescinsky family run away yesterday? The rich ran away, that is to say, the guerrillas came. " Selyosha definitely solved this political problem.

His reasoning was so convincing that Paul and Colin agreed at once.

Before the three friends finished this question, there was another sound of horses' hooves on the road. They all ran towards the fence.

Looking around, many people and vehicles came out from behind the Woods and forest officials' houses. Near the highway, there were fifteen or six people riding horses, riding saddles and holding guns. The first two, one is a middle-aged man, wearing a protective military uniform, wearing an officer's Sam Browne belt and hanging a telescope on his chest; The other man walking side by side with him is the man on horseback whom three friends just saw.

A middle-aged man is wearing a red bow on his coat.

"Look, what did I say?" Xie poked Paul from the side with his elbow. "See, red bow. It must be guerrillas. If it weren't for the guerrillas, I would be blind ... "He said, shouting happily, jumping over the fence like a bird and running outside.

Two friends jumped out. Now the three of them are standing on the side of the road together, watching the coming motorcade.

Those riders have reached the front. The man whom three friends just met nodded to them, pointed a whip at Lescinsky's house and asked, "Whose house is this?"

Paul followed the rider closely and said, "This is the home of lawyer Leshchinsky. He ran away yesterday, it seems that he is afraid of you ... "

"How do you know who we are?" The middle-aged man asked with a smile.

Paul pointed to the red bow and said, "What is this? I can see at a glance ... "

Residents flocked to the streets and looked at the new team curiously. Three children also stood on the side of the road, looking at these tired Red Army soldiers covered in mud.

The only cannon in the team rumbled past the stone road, and the carriage with machine guns also passed by. At this time, they followed the guerrillas until the team stopped in the city center and began to live in various houses, and they went home separately.

The headquarters of the guerrillas is located in Leshchinski's house. That night, around the big table carved with four feet in the living room, four people were sitting in a meeting: one was Captain bulgakov, a middle-aged man with white hair, and the other three were members of the headquarters.

Bulgakov opened a map of this province on the table, moved his nails on the map to find the route, and said to the man with strong teeth and high cheekbones on the other side, "Comrade Ermachenko, you said you would fight here, but I think you should leave early tomorrow morning. It's best to leave overnight today, but everyone is too tired. Our task is to get to Kazakhstan before the Germans. It's a joke to resist with our existing strength ... one gun, 30 shells, 200 infantry and 60 cavalry-what's the use ... Germans are flooding in. Only by uniting with other retreating Red Army troops can we fight. Comrade, we should also pay attention to the fact that besides the Germans, there are various counter-revolutionary gangs along the road. My opinion is that we should start early tomorrow morning and blow up the small bridge behind the station. It will take the Germans two or three days to repair the bridge.

In this way, they can't advance along the railway line for the time being. Comrades, what do you think? Let's decide. "He said to the people here.

Sitting diagonally opposite bulgakov, Stroukov moved his lips, looked at the map, then at bulgakov, and finally squeezed out a sentence from his throat: "I ... like ... bulgakov's opinion."

Young people in workers' uniforms also agreed: "bulgakov has a point."

Only Ermachenko, the man who chatted with three friends during the day, shook his head. He said: "Then why should we build this team? Are you retreating in front of the Germans? In my opinion, we should fight them here. I am tired of running ... if I lose my temper, I will fight here. " He suddenly pushed open the chair, stood up and began to walk around the room.

4 Defoe's Robinson Crusoe

In the evening, the first mate and the boatswain begged the captain to cut off the foremast; Of course, the captain is absolutely unwilling to do so.

But the boatswain protested that if the captain did not agree to cut off the foremast, the ship would sink. In this way, the captain had to answer.

Yes But as soon as the foremast of the ship was cut down, the main mast shook out of control with the wind, and the ship shook violently.

So they had to cut off the main mast. This only leaves an empty deck.

Anyone can imagine my mood at that time. Because I am just a young man sailing for the first time, not long ago.

The second small storm scared me half to death, what's more, this time I really met a big storm. At this moment, when I write down

Describe my mood at that time, feeling that I was afraid of death at that time, and even more afraid of thinking about my own violations.

Recalling his recent confession and making all kinds of resolutions again as in the previous crisis, this

This fear is worse than my fear of death. In that case, plus the horror of the storm, that kind of heart

Even now, I can't describe it with words. But the scene was not the worst! worse

Even the sailors themselves admit that they have never encountered such a violent storm in their lives.

Storm. Although our ship is strong, it has been swaying violently in the water because of the heavy cargo and the deep water.

Bobo, only the sailors shouted from time to time that the ship was going to sink. At that time, I just understand the meaning of Shen, which?

It's also good for me. I won't understand until I ask someone else The wind and waves are more fierce at this time, I think.

Things that are rarely seen at ordinary times: the captain, the boatswain, and other people with brains are constantly.

They prayed devoutly and felt that the ship was in danger of sinking at any time. In the middle of the night, the disaster is even greater. Those who arrived on the ship

Among the people who went to check under the cabin, suddenly a man ran up and shouted: the bottom of the ship is leaking; Then another one appeared.

The sailor ran up and said that the water was four feet deep. So the whole ship was called to pump water. I listen

When the bottom of the boat leaked, I felt my heart suddenly stop beating; I sit in my cabin.

At the bedside, I suddenly felt that I couldn't support it any longer and fell into the cabin. At this time, someone woke me up and said that I

I used to do nothing, but now I can at least help pump water. Hearing this, I immediately cheered and came.

Go to the pump and work very hard. While everyone was pumping water, the captain found several small coal boats.

Because it can't stand the wind and waves, it has to drift to the sea with the wind; When they passed us, the captain gave the order.

Shoot as a signal for help. I don't know why I shot, and I was shocked to hear the gunshots.

Because the ship broke down or something terrible happened. In a word, I was so scared that I fainted by the pump.

At this time, everyone only cares about their own lives. Some people will care about my life, and no one will care.

Look what happened to me. Another person immediately came up to pump water instead of me; He kicked me when he came up.

Kick aside and let me lie there. He must think I'm dead. It took me a long time to wake up.

We kept pumping water, but there was more and more water in the bilge. Obviously, our ship will sink soon.

At this time, although the wind is slightly weak, it is definitely impossible for the ship to sail into the harbor. The captain had to keep shooting.

Save. There was a lightweight boat drifting in front of us, so he risked putting down a boat to save us.

The people in the boat approached our big ship at great risk, but we couldn't get on their boat.

They can't get near our big ship. Finally, the people on board paddled desperately and risked their lives to save each other; We started from

Throw a rope with a buoy at the stern as long as possible. After several efforts, the people on board finally

Grab the rope. We slowly towed the boat near the stern before the crew got off. At this moment,

We can't go back to their boat. Everyone agrees to let the boat go with the flow and try to

Row off the coast. Our captain promised that if the ship ran into rocks on the shore, he would pay compensation to their captain at the price.

In this way, the boat rowed and drifted, gradually drifting to the north shore, and finally approaching winter.

Point.

5 Goethe, the author of Young Werther.

177 1 May 4, 2008

I'm so happy that I finally left! My best friend, the human heart is so strange! I'm glad to leave you, leaving you, whom I deeply love and can't be separated from! I know, you will forgive me. Fate arranged for me to get involved in some emotional entanglements, not just to make my heart tremble all day? Poor Lionel! But it's not my fault. Her sister's unique charm makes me happy, but her poor heart has a love affair with me. Can you blame me? But I'm not responsible at all? Didn't I cultivate her feelings? Her innocent speech from the heart is not funny at all, but we often laugh at her. Didn't I laugh myself? Didn't I?

Oh, man, it's no use complaining for a while! Dear friend, I promise you, I will, I will correct it, and I will not chew the misfortune that fate has given us again and again as usual; I want to enjoy the present and let the past become the past. You're right, my dear friend, if people are not so stubborn and persistent when recalling past misfortunes-God knows why people are like this! -but think more about how to treat the current situation calmly, then people's pain will be much less.

Please tell my mother that I will take care of what she told me and tell her the news as soon as possible. I talked to my aunt and found that she is far from the wicked woman painted in our family. She is energetic, quick-thinking and kind-hearted. I told her that regardless of the inheritance, my mother had a problem with her; My aunt explained to me the reasons, reasons and conditions for her to hand over all her inheritance, which exceeded our requirements-in short, I won't talk now, please tell my mother that everything will be settled. My dear friend, in this small incident, I found that misunderstanding and slack in the world may be worse than betrayal and malice. At least treachery and malice are definitely rare.

Besides, I feel very comfortable here. In this paradise-like place, loneliness is the medicine for my soul. This season of youth is warming my shivering heart with its bright spring. Trees and hedges are in full bloom. I really want to become a scarab, swim in the fragrant ocean and enjoy all kinds of nutrition.

The city itself is not suitable for people, but the surrounding natural scenery is beautiful beyond words. The mountains are colorful and crisscross, forming a beautiful valley. The late Count Feng Menglong was deeply moved and built a garden on the mountain. This garden is simple and unpretentious. I felt that it was not designed by a professional gardener as soon as I entered. Its drawings are obviously from an emotional person, who wants to relieve his feelings and loneliness here. Shady Pavilion used to be the favorite place of the old garden owner, and it was also the place where I stayed, where I shed a lot of tears for the mainstream of the old garden. I will be the master of the garden in a few days; The gardener has a good impression on me in a few days, and he will also benefit.

For reference only, the five famous books are ranked in no particular order, but they are all worth reading, suitable for sixth-grade students. As for China's four classical novels, because all versions are basically in classical Chinese, and there are many plots that need to be carefully studied, I suggest reading them bit by bit, so there is no need to rush for a while. When reading A Dream of Red Mansions, I sometimes ignore the significance of some characters' dialogue because I am eager for success, and I feel nothing after reading it. The second time I watched it, I slowly realized it and finally understood its charm.

Due to the limitation of the number of words to answer, I deleted a lot at random, depending on yourself.