Excerpts from 88-word classic American prose

1, I like snow. Every time I think of those snowy days, I have an indescribable impulse and passion. Snowflakes are naturally white. Innocent and spotless, even if she melts into the mud, she still exudes fresh, simple and firm charm, which can be described as supercilious, upright and upright, without losing the character of a gentleman between heaven and earth. No wonder, since ancient times, many poets, scholars, sages and gentlemen have paid much attention to them and praised them. I think it would be great if a person could be like a snowflake. I hope more people like snow.

2, the track is euphemistic and melodious, and she has disappeared in front of her eyes, like a dream.

The big elm tree over there is six stories high. Its thick trunk is split in two from 50 cm, and the two branches are close together and snuggle up to each other. The whole canopy forms the shape of a big umbrella, and the branches bent by snow are like beautiful white corals. When the breeze blows, the slender branches sway gently with the wind, just like groups of white corals crawling on the seabed, which is very beautiful.

4. Birds chirp, butterflies dance lightly, and the grass is reluctant. She walked on the edge of the thatched path, sometimes turning her figure to hide, sometimes stopping to look, sometimes staring, sometimes sitting by the stream listening to the stream, sometimes drawing a quiet picture, sometimes picking up a handful of sand and gently raising it, and sometimes laughing to attract a butterfly. I will be attracted by this every move without deviation, and so will my feet. Enjoying the feeling of little fish kissing their toes, drunken thoughts spread around her, sucking each other silently with the quiet and delicate youthful strokes like the moon, melting in the sunshine, moistening the surrounding scenery with the warmth of filar silk, and soothing every second's heartbeat sweetly, which became this infinite scenery and the most beautiful luxury.

Can Yin Xue in that place help the lost people return in time? Whether their lives can reflect many ugliness in the world.

6. When I was a child, after late autumn, I began to look forward to the New Year after the first snow. Because at that time, children were looking forward to the Spring Festival-wearing new clothes and eating delicious food. But at that time, the Chinese New Year was often unsatisfactory-boys didn't have the money to buy new shoes, and girls didn't want fancy clothes. Or grandma has a way to destroy the old clothes worn by boys and turn them upside down to make cotton shoes, which can also make boys happy and hold grandma's old cheeks and help them kiss; Girls are not easy to coax, but grandma has an idea. She washed the old plaid clothes worn by girls and turned them upside down to make a flowered skirt. Girls are especially happy to wear refurbished floral clothes. When it comes to delicious food, grandma will say her old saying: "Don't be greedy for children, it's New Year after Laba;" Don't cry, children. Kill pigs after Laba. " A few words amused the children, so they looked forward to the Spring Festival every day.

7. I couldn't help shrinking my neck, as if the coldness still existed when my roommate stuffed snowballs into my neck, and I couldn't help laughing. It seems that I miss the snow so much. I miss the "creaking" sound of stepping on the thick snow, the beautiful scenery of trees covered with cypresses, and the ugly snowman who lost his nose ... I wonder, if snow knows my mind, how can I bear to let my disappointment and expectation fall in the cold wind of winter whimpering?

8. Not far away, there is a small temple, which is familiar there. When I was a child, I asked my father who was enshrined in the small temple. My father told me that I am a land bodhisattva, specializing in guarding the stockade's peace and wealth. Yes, the predecessors of those beautiful buildings behind me are thatched cottages and tiled houses. It is conceivable that this bodhisattva is very conscientious. However, the roof of the small temple has long been covered with moss, and the tiles have disappeared. One corner even collapsed because it was not renovated all the year round.

9, falling snow, if you have feelings, just seek an ordinary life.

10, enjoying the snowflakes flying all over the sky is a wonderful enjoyment. One day, it was snowing outside the window. Occasionally, I read a poem about snow, and I thought it had a good artistic conception and was quite infectious. The breeze shook the trees, and fine snow fell under the curtain. The air is like fog, and it condenses like a flower. I don't watch Yang, but I watch Gui Zhibai. No tears, no humanity, what's good about lovesickness? Although the snow that time was not fine snow, the fine scenery in the poem also caused countless feelings in my chest. Snowflakes are spinning and dancing in the air. Although they are not like fog, they are like a group of magical elves. They are piled up in the corner outside the balcony, corresponding to the word "like flowers" in the poem. At that time, I thought, why did those scholars like snow so much? Yes! It is inevitable for a warm-blooded man to serve his country. However, on the court and beside Ren Jun, there will inevitably be young people. So there are bound to be many obstacles on the way to serve the country. Therefore, those honest and warm-blooded men like snow and expect it to be as simple as snow. Heaven is true, good and beautiful, and a country's talent.

1 1, the taste of the year is like the wind, and it doesn't like to stay the same. Will change, sometimes it will make you puzzled, sometimes it will make you unforgettable.

12, in high school, I fell in love with literature. I have read many famous prose poems about snow, and I have a deeper understanding of some true meanings of snow. Spring is chilly like rain, and Yu Ning is like snow. Visible snow is the product of water. Water on the earth becomes air, and water vapor condenses into snow in the air. It can be seen that snow is also a product of winter and a landscape in winter. When writing "snow", scholars often use words such as "floating" and "dancing" to describe the light and elegant charm of snowflakes. Others say that snowflakes are the soul of winter. They make winter full of life and love. There are also many literati who have written many elegant feelings and lofty aspirations of winter snow for personal enjoyment. For example, Looking at the Snow in the Gallery, Xun Mei Stepping on Snow, Listening to Snow and Knocking on Bamboo, and many other excellent works. In a beautiful article, I came into contact with an old pedant with profound knowledge and elegant taste. He has a profound understanding and insight into nature. In the face of a day of heavy snow, he whirled in front of the porch, thoughtfully, singing butterflies. Pine, bamboo, plum and cold are three friends, and heaven and earth are the same as spring. He wants to learn from plum blossoms and fight against snow. What a good mood, what a high mood. Through the snow, Xun Mei. There are some trees in the wild bridge, which are not white. In cold weather, the sky is full of goose feather-like snowflakes, which are surging, mighty and spectacular. And the trees and plums in the wild bridge are so hot and charming that they are worthy of being a man with lofty ideals in flowers. Yes, snowflakes are as white as jade, crystal clear, and noble in interest, so they are worthy of being a gentleman in flowers. Plum blossoms bloom in the snow, not afraid of cold and violence. They are really comparable to those chivalrous men in the world who are not afraid of power and kitsch. Scholars are not arty, but have the ambition to save the people. Listening to the snowflake knocking on the bamboo, the faint snowflake falls on the bamboo, emitting a wonderful and magical charm. Snowflakes love bamboo, and bamboo grows straight towards the sky. Someone nearby is listening, listening to the wonderful rhythm of the intersection of snow and bamboo in nature. He is looking forward to noble snow, and he is looking forward to upright bamboo. ...

13, quietly jumped out, and at this time jumped out of the track in her heart.

14, deadlocked, guarding each other and living in peace. Bury the past hand in hand and move towards the future with one heart. I only wish that we could play a happy melody all the way. One family, one heart, hold your hand and grow old with your son. How many pairs, the initial combination of happy home construction, can persist to the end. Just, the first beauty. Nevertheless, there will always be happy people willing. No matter what the ending is, no matter what the next story is, I can only convince myself to live in the present and live in the present. Just be simple and true!

15 Suddenly, a familiar figure passed by me. He is one of the four old people. We call him Sigong. According to the time, he should be 90 years old now. I think he has known me for a long time. I once heard my father say that the other three old people who played cards died one after another, and now he is the only one left. I saw him walking slowly towards the stone table in front of the temple. Go to the stone bench and bend down slowly. Gently sweep away the dead leaves on the stone bench with your hands, and then sit down with difficulty. I vaguely remember that seat where he once sat. No sooner had he sat down than he suddenly stood up slowly, sighed and left.

17. The old tree behind the small temple is still flourishing and towering. But there is not a bird on it, not even the sound of insects. After more than ten years, its trunk doesn't seem to grow with the years. The only change is that its exposed roots, which used to be the natural seats of many people, were polished and shiny by their buttocks. Nowadays, these roots are not as smooth and rough as they used to be. A large part has been submerged by weeds, accompanied by bare roots, footprints of countless villagers and their laughter, which have been passed down from generation to generation by the old people.

20. Looking at the heavy snow outside, I remembered that I had longed to experience the world of ice and snow in the "Arctic Village". Now you can experience a little first. Especially when you see passers-by in twos and threes in the snow, or on a one-way street, you can't stop your inner madness. I really want to go to the snow at once and experience the comfort of listening to it. But it still doesn't work. I haven't rested at noon, I'm still in class!

22, a cup of tea, Buddhists watch Zen, Taoists watch gas, and Confucianism watches ceremony. Tea said: I am a glass of water, and what I give you is only your imagination. You are what you think. To me now, this cup of tea is as sweet as honey. This is happiness and beauty! Life is not complicated, just be simple. Do what you should do every day and you can go your own way.

24. Tonight, I will have no sleep again. I miss you quietly, clutching my lost wound. ...

25. That leisure and elegance, that ease and that fun, I think even the bodhisattva sitting in the temple must envy it!

28. After the solstice in winter, the weather is getting colder every day. The temperature plummeted and the water outside froze. The winter scenery before us is thin. Cold cable and sunshine, like a passionate little girl, are more fresh and beautiful in winter. People around us are full of interest in life. When I am bored, I relax physically and mentally, sitting at my desk alone, and my heart is full of inexplicable feelings. My heart is sour. Just miss the past, childhood, winter and snowy days in winter.

29. If this night is compared to a stage, then this snow is a dancer. Lightweight and witty and shy. Charming and cute. The full moon will also shed a faint moonlight from the sky, just shining on people through the misty snowflakes all over the sky, which is particularly soft and also pulls out a long shadow behind them.

30, the night is getting deeper and deeper, and the pace of going home seems to be in a hurry. Only lonely street lamps are still looking at camphor trees swaying in the wind. The wind swept through my hair, and I was confronted with biting cold, which made me stumble and my thoughts confused. I looked up and let the cold ravage my skin. I didn't want to shed tears and shed weakness that made you laugh. The wind tore open the voice of shouting and roared at night. I want to face my sadness bravely, just like it, and find that it is just a beautiful dream. I am trapped in the cage of missing you, and the rope of missing has already tied me tightly. I don't know how long I've been away, but I know I still think of you in my heart.

3 1, winter has arrived, but the snow just glanced at it. Before I could say it, I got stuck in my throat and never saw it again. The faint anxiety in my heart can no longer be contained, full of hope, even if there is warm sunshine. Winter is too cold and too long. Without the beauty and loveliness of snowflakes, this winter will be as gloomy and boring as dusk.

32. Whether it is the rural flavor or the urban flavor, the roots of these two flavors are always connected by blood, because the two flavors are more and more similar, don't you think?

33. Do you remember? The first time we met, the first time we had feelings for each other. I can't say whether I like it or hate it. You don't have sweet words, and I don't have sweet words. I'm gentle and plain, so I'm bored together in a daze.

34. The faint red moistens the lingering heart and is frozen by the stream of consciousness. Who would be so lonely and carefree in this remote valley? This is the first time I have seen a figure. It is as quiet as a red dragonfly in a water area, quietly perched on the long-rhyme grass leaves, emitting the clear agility and color like spring water, which is really charming.

There are only a few pieces of snow in the sky, and they are still looking for their other half. I smiled faintly and made my best wishes.

37. At this time, the moon gradually darkened, leaving only my vague figure. It is not as beautiful as it was just now.

38. The vision of the dream, the origin of the dream, and one end of the dream, though vague, are fascinating.

42. At noon, the snow is still falling. I couldn't help it and flew into the embrace of snow. Wow! There is really a human feeling in the painting.

43. The curtain is light and windy. The wind coming from the window whispers and complains about the cold in winter. The wind sobbed, like a lonely flute hidden in the depths of the night, plucking empty branches and holding a thick frost.

44. The colorful light years have unconsciously crossed the fingertips, and the moment we walked together has already been baptized by dust. Fortunately, I still have your footprints in my words. No matter where I am, whether I come or not, I still live in your heart; No matter how time changes, I am still by your side, never leaving. Just stay with you quietly, stay with you ...

45, don't walk far, a plane tree at the school gate, the leaves have fallen, leaving dry branches, with a string of long pods on each branch, or four or five, or six or seven, long and short, short and long, hanging to the ground, like a brown willow tree, proudly blooming, covered with snow, white and dry, full of brown flowers.

46, endure the darkness, and then meet the dawn, once the taste.

47. I remember when I was four or five years old, I vaguely remembered those snowy days. It's snowing, and there is a white world in front of us. The biggest feature of snowy days is cold, so it feels particularly cold. I can't stand the cold. Snowflakes are floating in the sky, and adults remind us that this is not white sugar, nor is it salt used at home, nor is it flour used to make steamed bread. It's snow. It's still snowing. Grandpa Tian sends quilts to the wheat in the field. Children are not allowed to go out on snowy days. My feet in oversized cotton shoes hurt with cold. The snow stopped, and I watched the older children make a snowman outside. Throwing snowballs, I feel envious. When the snow stops, when it melts outside, it is also the coldest time in snowy days. The village road is very muddy, so adults should hold it when they are older. Children can't walk on the village road. At that time, there was a natural dependence and worship for adults, and I always hated myself for not growing up earlier.

49. In the early winter night, my heart is a little wet. I quietly listen to my breathing and miss you quietly. ...

50. I will always remember my heartbeat.

5 1. Every time I go home, I always get used to walking in the village. Village head is a must. It's very quiet here at the moment, and I can't hear any sound. I'm a little surprised by the silence. Han Niu, a poet, is quite right: a place without water is a desert, and a place without sound is lonely.

52. Are you wandering like me, thinking of me on the other side of the night? Busy during the day flooded my thoughts, but at night I put aside too much sadness. I always like to walk alone and enjoy comfortable peace and freedom of loneliness. How far has it gone, how long has it been missed, and the accumulated thoughts along the way have accumulated into deep sadness. I will not decorate my thoughts of you with gorgeous words, I will simply say; Miss you.

53. If you don't move, your heart is far away. At this time, it has become a snowy winter, and there is snow everywhere.

54. I think that in the distant southern metropolis, those migrant workers with various ideals and dreams will certainly not find the crowds surging, and behind the lights is the watchfulness and desolation of their hometown. Their left hand builds the prosperity and excitement in different places, and their right hand accumulates the loneliness and loneliness of their hometown.

Living in the city in recent years, I feel that the taste of the year is getting weaker and weaker. The reason is that people's living standards have improved, and they usually eat whatever they eat during the New Year. It's just that during the Chinese New Year, we get together to eat what we usually eat. As for setting off firecrackers in the New Year, it is still interesting. Neighbors and friends in the same building took out firecrackers and set them off in turn. Then there is the bell waiting for the New Year's greetings. Every family is happy and the flavor of the year is floating in the streets with the wind.

57. It's easy to change the usual habits and treat beautiful women sincerely.

58. If I forget the past, can I still meet my eternal life and my dependent bald head? Drive a piece of acacia out of the past and make all of my heart a poem.

How romantic it would be if I could turn into a snowflake and look for a lover in the wind.

6 1, at night, accompanied by tempting food and wine, the sky was painted with a layer of dark color, which slowly spread, covering the desolation of winter and covering the whole street. The distance is gradually blurred, and only the neon is still flashing its beauty. Night, cut off the rush of the day, pack up the leisure after dinner, take a walk, dance leisurely, and leave the noisy night. I wander alone, missing like a ubiquitous injury, slowly recurring. ...

62, happiness, from the moment you put on your wedding dress. ...

63. Step by step, "Tickle ……" Step by step, sometimes slow, sometimes fast. This sound, accompanied by the sound of snow removal in the distance, became a beautiful musical ensemble. At this time, it will not be disturbed by this sound, on the contrary, it will enjoy the sound of nature to the fullest. This is a heart song that cannot be shared.

At that time, although the family was poor, the taste of the year was always strong. It's really interesting for a family to sit around and eat delicious jiaozi. After eating jiaozi, the boys went to the river to roll snow prints to see who was the most honest. At this time, the older children commented on the snow print: the dog's snow print is too wide, like a bear's print; Cold snow marks are deep and there is much to be done in the future; The snow mark on the post is too thin. After all the commotion for a while, it was time for dinner, so we all went home, and the lively river soon quieted down. But there is a lantern festival before the New Year's Eve. Children will take out lanterns, light candles, and come to the place where the children have made an appointment in advance to show off the beauty of their lanterns. After the performance, some children danced with joy, others were in a daze, and some even left the party place angrily. Then the children dispersed in a hubbub and went home. Then there is the last activity before dinner: setting off firecrackers.

65. At night, the moon is bright and there are stars. When the TV screen showed nine o'clock, I pushed open the door and the whole village fell asleep.

66. It seems that everyone who has read my words asks me. Do you really exist? I always smile without saying a word. In fact, judging from the expression on my face, they all seem to know the truth. I'm glad I left you in my language. If there is no future, I will use words to beautify our past and future. It seems that I love and miss you too much.

67. After dinner, there is a true portrayal of "willow shoots on the moon, people meet after dusk". Young men and women from our village and other villages come here in pairs, where they talk about their love stories and sing their own love songs.

68. Walking in the snow, listening to the story of snow, I realized that language is empty.

69. Stroll through the country roads and enjoy the snow alone. Extremely tired, the sun has set. Fate is not over, just not yet. When you enjoy the beautiful scenery in front of you, you may be around.

70. I still can't escape the memories, so I can only use them to fill the comfort in loneliness. As smart as a fish coming out of the water, coming and going for a while made my mind confused and flashed by. I really want to pray that God can seriously erase that memory clearly, or leave nothing behind, or turn it into a bunch of blooming flowers. I really don't want to accept this vague deception.

7 1, I wish I were a snowflake floating in the wind with you.

72. In winter, the most unforgettable thing is snow.

73. When we grow up, we come to the metropolis, where the flavor of the year grows like the wind. The taste of the country is the same as that of the city, but the taste is really different. The taste of the country is simple with the fragrance of earth, and mellow with a little wildness; The flavor of the city, with foreign flavor in sweetness and fashion in confusion. But no matter how far I go, the smell of my hometown always lingers in my heart, because the smell of childhood is my root!

74. In my spare time. It used to be a natural pavilion and the best place for villagers to chat and relax in summer.

75. Once upon a time, many days and nights, a person fantasized a lot about himself and you that day.

77. I am the most timid one. If other children dare to lift the small foreign whip in their hands, I have to watch from a distance. Once I detonated a gyro flower and scared me to sit on the ground. When setting off firecrackers, children still have to come out to show off and brag about how loud their firecrackers are and how they can shake the snow off the trees. Of course, I dare not show off, because I can't afford a better one at home, so I buy a few unpopular firecrackers symbolically. Grandma always said it was called coaxing children, and we grew up in grandma's "lullaby"

78. Not for anyone, just to join hands with you. You are here, I am here, talking without talking is like meeting and leaving, but it is just a form. As long as you have been there, you will leave traces, even if it is shallow, it is also an experience.

83. The time in memory, the breeze blowing, is full of passionate years. Like an agreement in a distant past life, I whisper in your ear that you are my eternal concern.

84. Imaginary pictures can be captured everywhere. Inspiration is lost in a vertical direction, and I don't know what beautiful scenery I missed. I will catch up with it and leave this most enjoyable moment.

85. I always hide my thoughts about you. The more I miss you, the more painful it is. This is beyond my control. Love is a little foggy. When the fog clears, it will leave dew scattered in the heart. With pain, this kind of pain will make us grow.

86. Walking alone in this piece of snow, I feel the tranquility of the night, the beauty of the snow and the softness of the moon. I can't help thinking a little. The night scene is like a dream, but there is no one to accompany it.

87. In the long river of time, there are always some people we can't forget, which have nothing to do with time, memory, people and scenery. I stayed in my mind for a long time because I liked it. Even if it is vague, it will be branded and deeply imprinted in the bottom of my heart. ...

88. When you grow up, you will understand that a few heavy snows in winter are the most precious to farmers. There is a farmer's proverb, wheat covers the quilt and sleeps in steamed bread in the coming year. There is even a saying that snow indicates a good year. Yes, it's snowing. A heavy snow will form thick snow. If the wheat seedlings in the field are covered with a quilt, they will not be frozen to death and frostbite, and there will be a bumper harvest in the coming year, and the life at home will be rich. When I was in primary school, I often wrote this proverb in my composition.