How Iron and Steel are Made
The most precious thing for a man is his life. Life comes to a man only once. Therefore, a person's life should be spent in such a way that when a person looks back, he does not regret his wasted years, nor is he ashamed of his inactivity; so that when he is dying, he can say, "I have devoted my whole life and all my energies to the most precious cause of my life - the struggle for the liberation of mankind. We must seize the time to live, for even a violent illness or accident may terminate life.
1. If God goes openly against man, it is too much for anyone to deal with. (Homer's Odyssey)
2. To live or to perish is a question to be pondered. (Hamlet)
3. The good man, though perplexed in his quest, will eventually realize that there is a right way. (Faust)
4. Recognizing one's own ignorance is the surest way to know the world. (Essays)
5. Do you think that because I am poor and plain-looking I have no feelings? I swear to you that if God had endowed me with wealth and beauty, I would have made it impossible for you to leave me, just as I am unable to leave you now. Though God has not done so, we are still equal in spirit. (Jane? Love)
6. Grown-ups are learning to be bad, and God is testing them; you have not yet been tested, and you should live as a child thinks. (Childhood)
11. Happy families are the same; unhappy families are different. (Anna Karenina)
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13. It is sometimes a bad thing to bury your feelings too y. If a woman hides her feelings for the man she loves, she may lose the chance to get him. (Pride and Prejudice)
15. A man is not born to be defeated; you can destroy him as much as you like, but you just can't defeat him. (The Old Man and the Sea)
18. I have never loved the world, and it has done the same to me. (Selected Poems of Byron)
19. Love should give a sense of freedom, not captivity. ("Sons and Lovers")
21. The man whose own behavior is most scandalous is always the first to speak ill of others. (The Hypocrites)
23. History loves deeds of valor and bravery, and at the same time condemns the consequences of such deeds. ("The Mysterious Island")
25. If winter comes, can spring be far behind? ("Selected Poems of Shelley")
27. There are such happy people in the world, who turn their own misery into the happiness of others, who bury their earthly hope with a wave of tears, and it turns into a seed that grows flowers and balm to heal the wounds of the lonely and bitter. (Uncle Tom's Cabin)
29. When reality folds over and fits snugly on our long-term dreams, it covers the dream and blends with it as two identical shapes overlap and become one. (Memories of Watery Years)
30. There is nothing more distressing between men than to suffer annoyance and damage where you think you deserve goodwill and friendship. （
2. good words and good sentences and good paragraph excerpts not less than 200 wordsThousands of mountains are blue, thousands of mountains in the thicket, thousands of forms, mountains and rocks, mountains and water, mountains and water, mountains and trees, valleys and valleys, mountains and water, green water, green mountains, green mountains, green sea, green mountains, strange mountains, peaks, peaks, peaks and peaks, clear and beautiful, grass, shrugged in the sky, clouds, clouds and mist, strange peaks, towering, towering, mountains, mountains and majestic, thousands of mountains, mountains, mountains, mountains and mountains, good sentences, mountains exposed to the clouds, as if the island, like a cluster of a smudge, good sentence. The mountains are suspended in clusters like islands.
The surrounding mountains are like a colorful canvas. There are waves and peaks, layers and layers of mountains.
The mountains are black and pale without edges, and the cliffs are cut and axed like the sky and the earth. The undulating loess hills are like the waves of a great flood.
The Dragon Head, like a tomb towering in the night. The mountains on both sides of the gorge rise and fall straight up and down, so high that it makes people dizzy.
The deep valley is appallingly quiet and gloomy. The ravines were filled with snow, as high as the backs of the mountains, and became a great square of flat, snow-covered ground.
The morning sun is shining, and the mountain like a shy girl, hidden, sunset, the afterglow across the light. Good paragraph Standing here to see, really strange, the mountains simply changed, their shape and in the plains or mid-level look up very different, they become very cascading, messy, majestic and peculiar.
Looking up, the mountains are the sky, the sky is also the mountains, before and after the mountains, as if your nose can touch the mountains at any time. You can see a misty giant peak jutting out in the distance, surrounded by dozens of smaller rocky peaks.
A closer look, the giant peak like the Monkey King holding a golden rod, those small peaks are like scratching the ears of the little monkey. Look, the Monkey King is leading its children to the South Heavenly Gate to kill it.
The white sky, the mountains pale black like iron, solemn, solemn. As the red sun rises, one mountain peak is ink-blue in color.
Immediately after, the mist rose, the milky veil to the heavy mountains spaced out, leaving only the tip of the green peaks, really like a fresh ink, sparse and dense landscape painting. After a while, the fog and dispersed, the exposed rock walls, cliffs, by the sunlight dyed red, and gradually turned into a bronze color, and green trees, green fields contrast each other, appearing to be particularly magnificent.
The overlapping mountains, can not see a village, can not see a piece of rice paddies, these mountains are like some drunken old man, one by one, sleeping for tens of millions of years, never woke up their dreams, no one dared to go deep into their hearts, that is, that the most adventurous hunters, but also only to the foot of their feet, to chase those who run down from the mountains of the mountain goats, wild boars and birds, never climb its peak. never climb to its peak. There is no more than the spring rains after the bath of the green mountains more charming, the entire mountainside, are verdant green, did not come to the end of the fog like elegant silk, a strand of the waist wrapped in it, the sun will be every leaf on the raindrops, are turned into colorful pearls.
Pointed knife-like hill, picking a few wisps of milky white fog, mist, vaguely visible a thin line. This wall of stone like a skyscraper face up to pressure, as high as it will collapse down aggressively.
On the top of the mountain, the dense and rounded woods seem to buckle on the wall of a huge black carpet hat, black and green from the rock wall jumped out of a cluster of unknown wildflowers. The sky is full of red clouds, the sea is full of golden waves, the red sun like a furnace boiling steel, spewing out, golden light dazzling.
In the morning, the sun is like a new bride who just went out, shyly showing half a face. The sun went down, and its parting glare jetted out from the treetops, coloring the white clouds in blood and the green hills in blood.
The sun slowly through the clouds, revealing a long swollen red face, like a shy little mother looking at the earth. Bright sunlight through the gap between the leaves, through the early fog, a ray of sprinkled all over the campus.
The sun was lower, blood red, and the water was a dazzling eye-watering expanse of light that stretched from the edge of the ocean right up to the edge of the boat. The sky was dyed blood-red by the setting sun, and the peach-colored clouds were reflected in the running water; the whole river turned purple, and the sky seemed to be ablaze with fire.
Spring, the sun is warm, it stretches out the warmth of the big hand, rubbing people all over the body comfortable. A gust of spring wind, blowing away the clouds, the sun is happy to reveal a smiling face, the warmth and light sprinkled all over the lake.
The hot sun hangs high in the sky, and the red light shoots to the ground like a rocket, and the ground is on fire, reflecting the flames of the oil as it boils and fries. I didn't dare to look up at the sun, but I felt that it was dazzling everywhere, in the air, on the roof, on the ground, all of them were bright white, white with a bit of red, from top to bottom the whole thing was like a very big mirror of fire, and every strip was the focus of the mirror of fire, as if everything was about to burn up.
Late fall, the sun hangs lazily in the sky, like an old man showing his smiling face dozing. The sun in late fall is covered with a reddish-orange lampshade, radiating a soft light, shining on the body, face, warm.
As soon as the sun arrives in the fall, it spreads its light all over the earth. See, the fields are golden, the grounds are golden, the mountains are also golden.
The sun in winter is as pale as the moon. The sun is being entangled in thin clouds and putting out a pale dazzling white light.
The sun works hard all year long, and in winter, it is so exhausted that it can hardly release any heat. The warmth of the sun, through the dense foliage sprinkled down, into a point of golden light spots.
The distant lofty mountains, reflected in the sun, put on a golden yellow coat, looks particularly beautiful. The sunlight was filtered by the layers of leaves, leaking into his body into a faint round gently swaying halo.
It was eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and the bright sunlight coated the leaves with ring after ring of golden-silver halos. The sun shone through the pale clouds and reflected a silvery light on the white earth, dazzling the eyes.
The golden sunlight pours down, injected into the blue waves, making the monotonous and calm sea and become some color. When the red sunlight is on the tip of the mountain, the fog is drawn away like a curtain, and the city gradually appears in the golden sunlight.
The sunlight that pierced through the cloud blocks was like a golden thread, crisscrossing the light gray and blue-gray clouds and stitching them into a pattern of incomparable beauty. The sun had just risen above the mountains, hidden by the bright red sunset, and the sunlight shone down from the cloud crevices like countless giant dragons spewing golden waterfalls.
The golden sunlight poured through the cracks and sprinkled on the grasses nourished by the brown land. The sky was a clear blue, and the brilliant sunlight was coming down through the gaps in the dense pine needles, forming thick and thin columns of light, illuminating the forest shade that was billowing with a gauzy mist.
The sun's fiery red smile lifted the veil from the hazy campus. The sky appeared in a fuchsia colored sunrise, like a blooming red rose.
3. Famous Excerpts 200 WordsA light heart can bear anything.
I see all kinds of people every day, and observe how they live their lives, and therefore I am more lenient to myself, and not too hard on myself, indeed
Indeed, we are born to compare ourselves with others, and our fortune or misfortune depends entirely on the people and
things to which we compare ourselves, and therefore, there is no greater danger than loneliness, and our imagination, which by nature should not be constrained, is not as strong as ours. It is only natural that our imagination, which is by nature unfettered and nourished by poetic fancies
creates the idea that we are the lowest of the low, so that everything else seems to be better, and everything else
is better, and it is only natural that we often feel that we lack the qualities that are so obvious to other people, and that all the virtues that we have are added to another person, plus some ideals, and we are often left to our own devices, and we are often left to our own devices. We often feel that we lack the obvious qualities of others, and that all the good qualities we have are added to another person, plus some desirable qualities, and in this way a happy and perfect person is formed - a perfect person created by our imagination.
On the other hand, if we just keep on going, regardless of our strengths and difficulties, we will find that, in spite of delays and obstacles along the way, we will go farther and accomplish more than those who are sailing or rowing in a boat, and we will feel a real sense of worth if we are on a par with or even surpassing the others
. sense.
---- The Trouble with Young Werther
4. beautiful excerpts of more than 2oo wordsSpring, summer, autumn and winter, the cycle of the four seasons, standing in the vast world, feel the rush of the years relentlessly, if the spring brings vitality, summer brings restlessness. If spring brings vitality, summer brings restlessness, winter brings depression, then the fall brings helplessness. Like a person to wander in the leaves dancing path, or moss-covered alleys, let the thoughts of the autumn wind gradually blowing away, until the despair is if not away from the top of the peak, but also had to sigh with the Song Yu with a "Woe, autumn is gas also! The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and it was a little girl, and it was a little girl.
Autumn winds in the fall, falling leaves have. Every time you read the ancient poetry, always be a strong sadness of the autumn mood tightly wrapped, but do not want to break free, alone drink slowly expanding melancholy and loss,
I do not know whether this is "love on the floor, for the endowment of the new words to speak of sadness", or "want to talk about it, but the sky is cooler than a good autumn! "I'm not sure if it's a good idea! Anyway, the sadness of autumn has been ancient, and not more than one of me, and see how many sensitive and sentimental poets have left the poems of Huai Autumn Shu Huai it.
"Poetry" in the "autumn bleak, a hundred flowers with fibers", "reed reed, white dew for frost", "mulberry fall carry on, its yellow and meteoric" is the autumn issued sigh. Fan Zhongyan's "blue cloud sky, yellow leaf ground, autumn color even wave, wave on the cold smoke green", the painted scenery Qing Wei light far away from the cause, love and scenery blend, attracting deep hurt. Later, Wang Shifu in "The West Wing", "Farewell at the Long Pavilion", will be slightly triggered by the lyrics, changed to "blue cloudy sky, yellow flower ground, the west wind is tight, the northern geese fly south. Who dyed the frosty forest drunk in the morning? It is always the tears of the departed", which is even more confusing and disappointing. "Sentimental since the ancient sadness of parting, more which can be cold fall clear autumn festival" is Liu Yong's sigh, miserable willow, will not meet again, can take away only seems to be full of the autumn wind. Zhou Bangyan's "autumn cloudy and clear gradually to the night, change a court cold, stand and listen to the sound of cold", written is a bleak journey of the lonesome and helpless. Wei Yingwu's "Winking Geese": "Where is the old garden? The thought of returning is leisurely. The night of autumn rain in Huainan, high fasting heard the geese come" is written by the lonesome feelings of nostalgia for home. Compared to the above on the helplessness of the autumn, Li Bai in the feelings of the rest also show the bold poet's nature: "abandon me to go, yesterday's day can not stay, mess with my heart, today's day more worries. The long wind for miles to send the autumn geese, which can be sound high building".
In short, the autumn scenery is mostly bleak, bleak wind and bitter rain, withered grass and flowers, the rain hit the remnants of the lotus, geese singing in the sky ...... However, for a different state of mind, the verse will be very different. Liu Yuxi found a support in the autumn wind, and freed himself from the sadness of the time: "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn day is better than spring day. A crane in the clear sky rows up the clouds, and it leads the poetic feelings to the blue sky." Du Mu, in his "Autumn Watch in Chang'an," also looked out at the clear winds and light clouds of autumn, and there is a different heaven: "The building leans on the frosty trees, and there is not a hair in the mirror sky. The southern mountains and autumn colors, the atmosphere of two high."
5. 200-word excerpts from famous essays (write the source) the more the betterLin Qingxuan, the real laurel
The clues to this destiny can be traced, and there is room for a turnaround. Losing both feet, there are still two hands; losing the right hand, there is still the left hand; losing the eyes, there is still a clear mind; losing the life by virtue of, there is still a beautiful dream - one as long as the life is not annihilated, a passionate soul also has the possibility of burning brightly in the darkest corner of the wall.
The course of life is an amazing country, no one can be completely free of suffering through life, if the first encounter with suffering on the stage, a setback on the same off the fighting room, then, will never be able to turn thousands of water into a white practice, always a can be combined with the sound of a song, and will never be able to reach the realm of the pure fire.
A clear window Lin Qingxuan
As mortals, we do not have the same luck as the gods, every day we raise our heads and see the wall clock ticking and moving hurriedly, even if we sit on the balcony in contemplation, we can see the sun rising, the moon falling, the wind, the stars sinking, and flowing through the sky from afar. One day, we happened to meet our teenage traveling companion, and found that he slightly had a few stems of gray hair, and our mood is slightly close to middle age. One day, we suddenly realized that the lilacs in the yard were in bloom, but when we returned from a trip, the petals had fallen all over the ground. One day, we saw the old house in front of our home was torn down, but not long after, a brand new building was built. One day ...... we finally realized that the passage of time and the transfer of space is which ruthless and overbearing, completely non-negotiable.
6. masterpiece excerpts, to the author's name, not less than 200"Chaohua Xi Zhi"
Lu Xun
Needless to say that the turquoise vegetable beds, smooth stone well bar, tall soapberry trees, purple and red mulberries; and do not have to say that cicadas in the leaves of the tree long chanting, fat wasps ambush in the flowers of the cauliflower, light and nimble call Tianzi (larks) suddenly from the grass to the clouds straight to the sky. The short area around the mud wall alone is infinitely interesting. The lacewing sings here and the crickets play the piano. If you turn over the broken bricks, you will sometimes meet a centipede; there is also a spotted paper, if you press its spine with your finger, it will shoot out a puff of smoke from its back hole with a clap. He Shouwu vine and wood lily vine intertwined, the wood lily has a lotus like fruit, He Shouwu has a swollen root. Some people say, He Shouwu root is like the human form, eat it can become immortal, so I often pull it up, pulling up constantly, and had also broken the mud wall, but never saw a piece of root like a human. If you are not afraid of thorns, you can also pick raspberries, like small coral beads saved into a small ball, and sour and sweet, color and taste are far better than the mulberry.
7. Masterpieces of beautiful essays or quotations and aphorisms of not less than 200 words, to complete the requirements of 30Masterpieces of classic quotations 1. God, if he openly goes against people, it is difficult for anyone to deal with.
The Homeric Hymns 2. To survive or to perish is a question to be pondered.
Faust 4. To recognize one's own ignorance is the surest way to know the world. Essays 5. Do you think that because I am poor and plain-looking I have no feelings? I swear to you that if God had endowed me with wealth and beauty, I would have made it impossible for you to leave me, just as I am unable to leave you now.
Though God has not done so, we are still equal in spirit. Jane Eyre 7, the more heartless you are, the faster you will rise, and the more unmercifully you strike at people, the more they will be afraid of you.
You can only treat men and women as stagecoaches, ride them to the point of exhaustion, and throw them down at the station, so that you can reach the highest peak of desire.
Anna Karenina 13. It is sometimes a bad thing to bury your feelings too y. If a woman hides her feelings for the man she loves, she may lose the chance to get him.
Pride and Prejudice 15. A man is not born to be defeated; you can destroy him as much as you like, but you just can't defeat him. The Old Man and the Sea 18. I have never loved the world, and it has done the same to me.
Byron 19. Love should give a sense of freedom, not captivity.
Selected Short Stories of O. Henry 23. History loves deeds of valor and bravery, but it also condemns the consequences of such deeds.
In fact, everything I understand can be reduced to the fundamental thing of absurdity. There are happy people in the world who turn their pain into happiness for others, who bury their earthly hope in tears, and it becomes a seed that grows flowers and balm to heal the wounds of the lonely and bitter.
Uncle Tom's Cabin 30. There is nothing more deplorable between men than to suffer annoyance and damage where you think you deserve kindness and friendship.
This is what you are, what your consciousness breathes, nourishes and enchants throughout your life, and this is your soul, your immortality and your life that exists in other people.
Bacon's Anthology of Discourses 34. Compulsion often strengthens the hearts of those who are passionately in love, but never brings them back.
The Decameron 36. As long as you are a swan's egg, it does not matter if you are born in a chicken farm.
The Adventures of Private Shakespeare
39. We experience everything in life as it suddenly comes to us, unguarded, like an actor entering the first rehearsal. If the first rehearsal of life is life itself, what is the value of life?
Paradise Lost 42. There is a legend that there is a bird that sings only once in its life, and its song is more beautiful than the songs of all the living creatures in the world.
From his childhood, he had been an eyewitness to that place. Ulysses 44. It is one thing to keep in touch with God, and they all agreed on that, but it is quite another to have God around twenty-four hours a day.
The Twenty-Second Army Rule 45. In the sweet land of dreams all men are equal, but when the sun rises and the struggle for existence begins anew, how unequal are men.
The Count of Mount Kildare 47. The nearer you are, the farther the road; the simplest tones require the hardest practice.
John Christopher 49.I have often failed before women because I love them too much.
Like a sailor in a sinking ship, she searched far and wide for the white sails in the foggy sky. Madame Bovary 52. If thou canst make thy heart from time to time to marvel at the wonders of daily life, the wonders of thy afflictions shall not diminish from thy joys, and thou shalt bear the seasons of thy heart's days as often as thou hast borne the four seasons that pass from field to field.
The Prophet 53.Now I live in the Villa Pollards, where there is not a speck of dust to be found, nor a thing laid out out of place, and there is no one else here but us, and we are dead.
Genji is painfully aware that life is like a dream, like the morning dew, and he is more and more disillusioned.
The Sherlock Holmes Mysteries 57. Don't spit in the well, and maybe you'll come back to drink from it. The Still Don River 58. I see peoples hostile to each other, and silently, ignorantly, foolishly, willingly, innocently killing each other.
I see the cleverest minds in the world still inventing weapons and writing articles to make all this hostility and killing more skillful and more durable.
Martin Eden 61.It is easy to stand outside of pain and exhort the afflicted. The.
8. Tell me some excerpts of not less than 200 wordsZhu Ziqing's Prose of >
The second time I went to Xianyan, I was amazed at the greenness of the Meiyu Pool.
Meiyu Pool is a waterfall pool. There are three waterfalls in Fairy Falls, and Meiyu Falls is the lowest. Walking to the side of the mountain, you can hear the sound of flowers and flowers; raise your head, set in two wet black edge, a white and shiny water will be presented in front of you. We first went to the Meiyu Pavilion. Plum Rain Pavilion is facing the waterfall; sitting by the side of the pavilion, you don't have to look up, you can see the whole of it. Below the pavilion is the Meiyu Pool. The pavilion is perched on a prominent corner of the rock, up and down are empty; as if an eagle with wings floating in the sky. On three sides are mountains, like half a ring embracing; people like in the bottom of the well. It was a thin cloudy day of autumn. Faint clouds streamed over our tops; the rocky surface and the grass were a little oily green from wetness. And the waterfall seemed to be distinctly loud. That waterfall rushed down from above as if it had been torn to size