Classical prose recitation

In daily study, work or life, everyone has tried to recite. The following is my carefully arranged classic prose recitation for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Classic prose recitation 1 pity the quiet grass stream, and there are orioles singing on the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. The grass by the stream grows very weakly.

Riding on the ripples of the stream, we weave round dreams, some of which spread out to the outside universe, some of which rotate and rotate regularly around the center of the circle, as if time is still here. "It's too light for anyone to hear, except my comrade-in-arms, the bright moon." Deep in the shade, it was quiet, and the breeze blew slightly. A crisp oriole rang through the forest, as if the moon rose and the oriole disturbed the mountain birds and the people. When dusk falls, the high tide, mixed with raindrops, weaves a dream that the spring has passed away. When poetry withers, the spring tide brings rain and moistens people's hearts.

Life doesn't stop, only the wind and rain suddenly rise, and the clouds are rolling and comfortable. Can look around, this lonely ferry, no language, no noise, no traffic, only slow and quiet time.

In an instant, my heart seems to be carefree, far away, only a boat, quietly across the vast world, across Drinking in autumn, deep spirituality, quiet time and lotus fragrance. There is always a swaying dream, dancing in my heart. Sometimes the mountains are beautiful, sometimes the clouds are light and the wind is light, and sometimes the fog is heavy.

Spirituality is a habit of thinking, life, temperament and culture, an unconscious epiphany, a conscious self-knowledge and a product of a long-term accumulation of soul. The soul is a lotus in bud. "Let life become that lotus flower, leaving all fame and fortune behind." Only with a clear heart can you have a transparent environment and bloom the flowers of your soul. Just as Tao Yuanming said, "Lotus leaves mud but not dye, and clear water leaves mud but not dye. The outside is straight and transparent, not squatting, Qing Xiang is transparent and graceful, and it is not ridiculous from a distance. " Poetry is a spiritual thing. It starts directly from life, from a real person's heart, through a long or short tunnel, collision, drastic changes, occasional countercurrent, occasional downstream, and then reaches the soul, completing a journey to find the realm of "Linglian".

Wang Guowei said that emotion is a realm in people's hearts, so "realm" is used to describe things and true feelings. The truer the temperament, the higher the realm, and the farther the lotus fragrance. Li Yu, Li Bai, Tao Yuanming, Su Shi. Hua Lin thanked Chun Hong and hurried off, but the cold rain was late and the wind was late. "。

"The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? . Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home. " Li Bai's thoughts are everywhere, and his deep homesickness is vividly on the paper. "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely." Tao Yuanming's mind is far from being self-centered, forgetting things, and reaching the deep interest of nature. "Old country fugue, affectionate Ying Xiao Wo, early Fahua. Life is like a dream, there is still one month. " Su Shi lamented that the open-mindedness was more beautiful than Xijiang Moon.

True temperament, true life, true spirit and true realm can be turned into emotions and flow in the long history of thousands of years. Therefore, even if life is often "the spring tide comes late and comes in a hurry", it can still be like a lonely boat between heaven and earth, "crossing the wild without a boat"! Jiang Shiquan said, "Write whatever you want" and "Let nature take its course", which is wonderful! In the Qing Dynasty, Yuan Mei put forward the theory of "spiritual nature", arguing that writing should directly express lyricism, "There is no poem except temperament" and "I don't need to write poetry". The realm of "having me" makes poetry naturally get rid of the shackles of layers and go straight to the truth.

There is a poem that says:

I don't mean to push the canopy, but I'm not close to the moon.

I am happy to lie down and see that the stars are just barrel handles.

White clouds cover, and people's faces gradually stick to the mirror.

Wan Qinghua, Jiutianhan Green Net.

I can't go back if I'm crazy, and I have seen my true nature.

Another example is Ruan Ji's Yong Shi Huai:

Can't sleep at night, sit up and play the piano.

Thin curtains look at the bright moon, and the breeze blows on the chest.

Lonely in the wild, birds are singing in Beilin.

What will you see when you walk? Worry and be sad alone.

Every move, the bright moon and the cool breeze enliven the poet's real shadow, and also directly enter the reader's heart, resulting in a * * * song. The same is true of "chanting temperament" in "Poetry". No wonder Yuan Mei said: "Zhong Rong's poems have been copied, and it is time for him to know the soul." Express your spirit, not stick to one pattern, for poetry and for mankind.

Lin Qingxuan also said in the book "Lotus in the Soul", "Over the years, although I have been driven around by life, almost no day has passed since I put down my pen and paper and stopped writing in the years of the cabin. I feel a youthful passion is encouraging and supporting me. I have a strange preference for my prose, because they are often like a mirror, showing me myself when I was young. " Strange preference for prose and writing, deep spirituality, deep dialogue between souls, touching the softest pond of life; Stretching and clarity in writing are always accompanied by troubles and pressures in life, but this is not a big problem, because the attitude of loving life will certainly reap the lotus-like fragrance on the road.

Classical Prose Recitation 2 "I deeply know that this world is a sentient world. Even if a dwarf bamboo is towering in the snow, a pine tree stands proudly on the top of the snow and ice, which shows that heaven and earth are affectionate. " What kind of spiritual world should this write? Just expressing your own spirit has your own spirituality.

Because of life, because of thinking, because of dullness, because of love, people's hearts are often like a trickle in the valley of Qianshan Mountain, in which many characters float and form. Their smiles, love and manners will be clearly reflected in people's hearts, and even those ordinary scenery can be closely related to their hearts. Lin Qingxuan wrote three people in Impression of He Huan, namely Grandpa, Grandma and Uncle Wu. There is also a group of natural scenery, namely the Song Xuelou in Wushe, bears and sunsets.

Man and nature fall in the space-time between heaven and earth, sometimes man is in the natural scenery, and sometimes the natural scenery is in man's heart. At the same time, the ethereal scenery seems to touch people's feelings, like walking on rice paper, slowly contrasting and rendering, the shade is suitable, and the virtual and the real are born together. In fact, this chapter is my favorite.

Grandfather and grandmother have been in the same boat for decades. Their love story is like a small stove. In the endless winter, it is difficult to leave its romance and tenderness. Grandparents like to keep warm around the stove all day, which also makes Lin Qingxuan look forward to love from an early age, and even believe that only love is the only ancient and strong one in the world. But one day, grandpa died and grandma became silent. She sat in the corner of the sofa chair from morning till night and kept knitting, sometimes she didn't say a word all day.

The family naturally cherished it, so they thought of a small stove. Small stoves, brown pottery, a thick layer of white ashes and red-hot charcoal will give off orange-red light in front of the atrium of the hall, and there is also a hand-carved delicate handle on the stove. However, with grandpa's departure, more is deposited in grandma's heart.

Grandma was very unhappy because she lost a small stove at home because she moved. However, even if we can find the stove, can we find a day to stay warm around it? Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. Just sad.

Grandpa is the only fire in grandma's heart, an immortal love, a stove, just a visible line. But it also made Lin Qingxuan more aware of the loyalty and nobility of love. So he often reads and writes by the fire, or gently adds charcoal to the fire one by one. Even in the cold winter, you can see lush green trees in the distance, or open a small lotus pond in the garden and watch the lotus leaves in the field hold up a vibrant green. As long as there is a stove and love, life is full of emotion and beauty. It is better to feel the sunset by the stove, and Panasonic will smell it all night. I couldn't help but write a poem, which came from my heart at this time:

Qingping Leheng Tanghuatuo

Look before you leap.

The horizontal pool is shallow and painted.

Soft waves send Xijiang to the end, and misty poems are full of autumn products.

Tao is another branch of the bright moon. Cicada will return the flute at midnight.

Three branches of water, two strings leaning against the fence.

If the season is a year for people, the scale is written on people's faces, and there are many wrinkles with different thicknesses, then wrinkles, or ancient poems and love stories. Wu Bobo, the chef of Songxuelou, has white hair on his temples, like ice and snow in He Huan. His wrinkles are stories about love, which are portrayed by several people's lives. He often regards the young people who go up the mountain as his own children. When he heard that someone was lost in the mountains, he would do anything to rescue him, even if he was sick and tired. This sincere and deep love for strangers is very similar to the criss-crossing Spring and Autumn Period in China. It is full of the old adage that "an old friend is not only a relative, but also an only child", the fearless and detached feeling of "I laugh at the sky with a horizontal knife, leaving me with courage in two Kunlun mountains" and the open realm of "the stars are leaning down from the clearing, and the moon is rushing to the river". This kind of mountain stops, and the scenery stops. Although unattainable, my heart yearns for it. More like a lotus flower blooming in the mountains of the soul, it has the beauty of the world and is fragrant.

People have feelings, but in fact everything is like this. It's getting late and freezing, and Lin Qingxuan has entered the misty realm of Songxue Building. The fog there is thick and thin, scattered and far away, like flowing gently at the hairline, like time slipping quietly from the fingertips, like fishing on the foggy river, and there is a feeling that "green bamboo hats, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle don't have to return". So he thought, from ethereal to ethereal, from calm to calm, the color of fog is always beautiful. How can I tell through all these clouds? . The world is vast, but there will always be a moment when the clouds in the sky are related to the vegetation on the ground, or even irrelevant. Think of a poem written by Xi Murong:

If people can really be reincarnated

If there is reincarnation in the world,

therefore

my love

What were we in our previous lives?

If you used to be a woman picking lotus in Jiangnan,

I must be the one you missed under your wrist.

If you have ever been an urchin who plays truant.

I must be a brand-new marble that fell out of your bag.

In the grass by the roadside

Watching you leave unconsciously.

If you were once a monk with a side wall

I must be the incense in front of the temple.

Burning has been silent with you for a while.

Therefore, when we meet in this life, we always feel a little unfinished.

But it's too vague to distinguish it carefully.

I can't tell you one by one.

Xi Murong's poems are rich in emotion and beautiful in melody, singing lotus-like thoughts.

It seems to be a shallow landscape painting of the Yuan Dynasty, a small stone covered with moss, and ripples occasionally appear in the lake of Yunlin.

Large and small circles slowly spread out with the reflected sky.

It is true that the lotus blooms in the depths of spirituality.

In Songxuelou, Lin Qingxuan also listened to Uncle Lin's story about the bear.

In the past, you could see bears on the hills of He Huan, in the mountains, in the pine forests, and even at the entrance of Song Xue Building. Gradually, it's hard to see bears any more, only one footprint left by them can be seen occasionally. Lin Qingxuan also thought about how many dreams he had, hoping to see them once. Unfortunately, the bear gradually disappeared. People are, things are not, far more tragic than "things are people are not".

Water makes trees grow, flowers make flowers blossom and bear fruit, people live and die, and the wheel of history rolls forward. This is the same truth. However, people often use their emotional world to hurt the emotional world around them.

Romantic love is always blown away by wind and rain. If so, please remember the bear's footprints. It is also a real sentient life in the dust of history. It once existed on an equal footing with others, loved, hated, hurt and happy. More vivid and intriguing than an all-powerful one-time hero.

Reading classic prose recitation 3. After reading Shi Tiesheng's "Walking Gently", I feel the value of life. It is an autobiographical work asking about life. It wants to explain who I am, where I come from and where I want to go in many ways. It is a true and painful spiritual hymn written with life. Life never fails.

Among the works, the first one is three novels, Life is like a String, Phantom of the Death and Fortune-telling, which interpret life in an all-round way with fictional narrative techniques, especially the first one, Life is like a String, which is shocking and lays the foundation for the whole work and always leads the whole work to get a glimpse of the whole picture.