Good paragraphs in Bi Shumin's prose

Bi Shumin, national first-class writer, attending physician of internal medicine, vice chairman of Beijing Writers Association, Master of Arts of Beijing Normal University, and registered psychological consultant. Member of the 9th National Committee of Chinese Writers Association. The following are excerpts from Bi Shumin's prose. Welcome to reading.

1, near dusk, the sun slowly got into the thin clouds and turned into a red ball. In the western sky, there is a kind of pink that is redder and more delicate than the face of a fat doll. The sun is the reddest around, so charming. Red spreads around, covering half the sky, and gradually fades from layer to layer until it turns gray. Soft, transparent, clear and moist air is floating in the sky.

Apricot flowers have five petals, half the size of a palm. In the morning, apricot flowers are like a small bowl with round dew. When you touch the petals, the dew will shake a few times. Apricot buds are pink. It looks at this beautiful world quietly like a shy little girl. The flowers opened slowly, and gradually changed from color to white, but they were more beautiful and enchanting than before. They show themselves in the air. The wind blew, apricot flowers smiled and danced a touching dance.

Besides the semi-circular moon, the clear sky is sparsely dotted with some stars. Directly opposite the house, there are seven stars of Orion flashing; Orion A, hanging at the bottom of the four corners, is the larger one, and it is the only one that emits red light in the cloudless blue sky of Wan Li. The distant sky is the sea, glowing with white light under the Leng Yue.

Of course, there are fountains and grasslands with cliffs here, but what is even weirder is the sparkling ice lake. The bottom of the lake is blue, and the reflection of distant mountains floats on the lake. In the evening, when the sunset glow disappears, you set up a tent on the grass by the lake, raise a pile of yellow fire, watch the stars in the ice lake in Ming Che, and watch the snow-capped mountains dyed red by yellow fire, and forget the heat of summer, as if you were in a mythical world.

Winter is coming, and the stream is frozen. I still lie here quietly. Although I can't see the blue sky and white clouds and passers-by, I can hear the cheerful footsteps of passers-by, the playful laughter of couples and the naughty wind. I can't help but open my voice and sing to my heart's content. I want to melt the ice and snow covered with my most beautiful and wonderful song!

6. "Wow," the sound of waves lapping on the beach pulled me out of my dreamy imagination. I saw the waves rolling, rows of waves rolling in like thousands of horses, splashing on the rocks, rushing to the shore, kissing the shore, looking at the gifts left on the beach, beautiful shell crabs and crayfish covered with sea hedgehogs. I stared at the TV, and the tide continued to cheer. ...

7. As soon as I entered the gate, a smell of earth came to my nose. Walking on the path of the peony garden, people pointed to the peony in bud. Look carefully, those peonies are like a bowl of rice upside down on the leaves, with eggs on it. Peony has various colors, such as pink, red and purple. It's beautiful.

8. You see, the autumn wind makes the Chinese rose wear pink clothes, just like the bright smiling faces of children, nodding and smiling in the autumn wind. He dressed osmanthus in silvery white, just like clusters of beautiful fireworks, which bloomed in the morning and gave off an attractive fragrance. He also dressed the fields in golden clothes, and the ears of rice danced with the wind, just like waves on the golden sea. ...

9. The past time, now, looks like a scar, a scar that will never heal. It always hurts when you touch it. But even if it is a scar, an untouchable past, it still exists in that time and space, and it still involves people to miss it, which makes people feel unbearable pain and can't help but miss it ... Time flies and the sun and the moon will never come again.

10, but it is ignored in a trance, and some memories will be gently erased with the passage of time. Like a small river, it flows slowly forward. The happy river has been running forward without a trace of fatigue. The river hit the rocks and splashed everywhere, but the river was not found. Some spray lost its way and gradually disappeared.

1 1, look up at heaven, ah! The innocence here is very blue, white clouds are hanging on it, and the posture changes from time to time, just as the song sings: the blue sky is empty, and the horses are running under the white clouds ... I am really intoxicated by this beautiful scenery. I played and sang with the Mongols and enjoyed the joy brought by the grassland.

12, the amber sunshine is warm and bright, and the green silk carpet is spread out in the green grass color, stretching behind him, arm in arm with the distant horizon. Several young men and women dressed in Mongolian costumes are waving whips on horseback, and they are slightly shy and pure in the face of the camera. And the pearly white sheep, rolling and flowing, swaying slightly in the green waves like a thin and elegant cloud. ...

13. The petals of azaleas are pink, magenta, orange, lavender, yellow, red, white and green, which are ever-changing and full of wonders. Petals are oval. Some azaleas are in full bloom, some are in bud, and it seems that they will explode soon. Smell it carefully, and there is a faint fragrance floating into your heart, which is intoxicating.

14 after a downpour, it was followed by a drizzle, which was small but dense, giving people a feeling of being in the clouds. Visibility becomes lower, which makes people look like fog, rain and wind, like fog without fog, like the wind wavering when it is not windy, and I only feel the freshness of the air in the drizzle.

15, some scars, scratched on the hands, become the past after healing; Some scars, scratched in my heart, even if scratched gently, will remain in my heart; Some people, close at hand, have no chance in life, and there always seems to be an unbearable pain; Some regrets are destined to be borne for a lifetime. In life, there are always some beautiful feelings broken around us, but those cracks remain at the moment when we look back at the end of the year.

16, life is only a few years, and then you will leave this world one after another. When I left, even though I lived a luxurious and enjoyable life before my death, I was still buried under a pile of loess, eaten by maggots and eventually rotted. And after a hundred years, no one will remember you, no one will remember the road you walked, no one will remember your achievements and the life you enjoyed before your death, and all people will remember you only in your lifetime.

17, invite a bright moon, bring a wisp of breeze, taste fragrant tea, hold a book in your hand, and let your thoughts wander among them. Thousands of years of marriage exudes evening fragrance, exquisite and simple folk customs; The beauty of Yang Liuan Xiaofeng's waning moon is engraved with the sadness of breaking up; Flowers fall and people die, a dream of red mansions breaks, and feel the love that has no chance. Along the way, accompanied by books, let youth overflow.

18, Boris remembered Natasha whom he met four years ago. At that time, she was wearing a short dress, and her black eyes shone from under her curly hair, and she could hear her unbridled childish laughter. Therefore, when this completely different Natasha came in, he felt shy and his face showed joy and surprise. His facial expression made Natasha happy.

19, I hope the sea is calm, but there are often strong winds and waves. I wish the rivers would flow for thousands of miles, but there are always eddies and rapids. I hope life is happy, but there are often sadness and sorrow. The journey of life is not smooth sailing. Adversity and frustration will always accompany us, but the brilliance of human nature is often revealed in disappointment. Hope is a huge invisible power that inspires us to move forward.

20, at first, the rain is not big, tinkling, as if countless pearls fell on the tracts. In particular, the ancient music of knocking on roof tiles seems to be soft and sonorous, as far as near. Heavy and light, thick and thin, dribs and drabs, just like the ponder in Yu Boya's "Mountain Flowing Water". Gentle as rain, it seems to be telling a gentle voice.

2 1, the gate opened and a young postman came in. I saw that his clothes were soaked, his trouser legs were rolled up high, and he was covered with mud from his knees to his toes, as if he had just got up from the mud. Holding a bag of mail wrapped in tarpaulin in his hand, he forgot to wipe the rain on his face and said to the people inside, "Childhood is coming!" " "

22. Each of us can't live without our own eyes. Without eyes, it would be dark. Without eyes, we will lose a bright and beautiful world. Now myopia is a big killer of teenagers' health. Almost half of teenagers in China wear glasses. The per capita myopia rate has been rising for a long time, which has brought us a lot of inconvenience.

23. Yes, this kind of eyes is very common. You can find a pair of such eyes around many classmates. It is these eyes that look at us and care about us. He may make a person unforgettable all his life, and he can still remember these eyes and their teaching after leaving campus for many years, so these eyes are extraordinary. Therefore, I sincerely hope that there will be more and more such eyes; And more people can remember these eyes forever, more. ...

24. I wander alone, reminiscing about the present and the past, and deeply smelling the attractive fragrance emitted by the future. Snowflakes danced and sprinkled on the earth. Snowflakes are crystal clear and have different shapes, such as white lotus, catkin, pear flower and gentle Ying Ying. Sudden snow is very fast, falling rapidly from the gloomy sky to the ground, flying over countless solitary lines, spinning and dancing with the wind, like catkins falling from the sky, filling the sky for a time.

25. The charming brilliance of Xia Hui was infected with cold loneliness in the bleak wind, and a tear fell gently. Where does the wine wake people up? How many lovesickness geese fly south, after all, the end of the world does not return. A dust drifts away, whose youth is lonely? Love has fallen into the world of mortals. Who subverted my expectations in this life? Why is the hand-in-hand between heaven and earth just an episode of broken strings?

26. I walked into the flock of pigeons and saw that my brother had played with the pigeons. At this moment, a white dove flew to my shoulder. I was a little scared, but before this one flew away, the other one flew to my right shoulder. My mother looked at me and giggled. Two pigeons looked around on my shoulder and found that I had no food on my hand, so they flapped their wings and flew away.

27, I praise the chrysanthemum, praise its spirit of fighting cold and frost, praise its tenacious vitality; Praise people like chrysanthemums in real life. I praise chrysanthemum not only because of its beauty, but also because I tell a truth with my actions, that is, don't be intimidated by the wind, frost, rain and snow in front of me. The road of life is uneven. As long as you persist, you can win the final victory.

28. I was tripped by this kindness, moved by the father's love of the ancient philosophers, and even moved by this feeling that belongs to me. I can't measure the size of my father's dear, nor can I measure the degree of my father's concern for me for so many years. Maybe I can't do anything, but I know that as long as I am not fettered by difficulties in the long journey of life and face life with a smile, my father who has always loved me will feel at ease.

29. To feel the spring is to feel the annual spring with your heart. Seeing the grass take root and sprout, my heart also remembered Meng Haoran's spring poem: "In the morning of spring, I woke up briskly, and birds were singing all around!" This poem is just used in such a suitable spring, making it more colorful and letting the poet walk into the breath of spring. ...

30. In the spring, I found that in this plan of "returning to the cold at first", the leaf buds of leaves slowly spread out, the flower buds began to bloom, the old vegetation was cut off, and the buds were vigorously pulled out. They grow in wind, rain and sunshine. The earth is shamefully covered with a light green carpet, which is dotted with wild flowers in four colors: red, yellow, white and purple. The breeze blew, and a trace of elegant flowers passed by, which made people relaxed and happy.