1. A complete collection of 400 word imitations of famous works
April is the cruelest month. Lilacs grow from the dead land, mixed with memories and desires, and let the spring rain stir up dull roots. .
("The Wasteland") All hypocrisy in the world is like passing smoke, and only truth is the basis for dealing with things in the world. The darkness of hypocrisy will be destroyed by the light of truth.
("One Thousand and One Nights") Last night, I dreamed that I was back at Manderley Manor. ("Butterfly Dream") I can't imagine a person who thinks that it is a heroic feat for him to move the knight first instead of the pawn in the chess game, but to occupy a pitiful position in some corner of the chess guide. It means immortal fame. I can't imagine that a smart person can devote all his thinking ability to an absurd thing again and again in 10, 20, 30, and 40 years. ——He tried his best to drive the wooden chess piece king into the corner of the wooden chessboard, but he did not go crazy and become a madman.
("The Story of Chess") March forward with a brave chest! / Look, countless flags are flying all over the sky / Who is turning right there? /left! /left! /left! ("Selected Poems of Mayakovsky") What is reflected in the water is one's own face, and what is reflected in the heart is one's own personality. ("Bible? Old Testament") Fifth grade of Nanyingliu Primary School, Qingxu County, Qingxu County, Taiyuan, Shanxi: Chen Xiaochuan Chapter 2: A 3,000-word excerpt of a good passage from a famous work: Gregor? When Samsa awoke from a restless dream, she found him transformed in her bed into a giant flea.
("Metamorphosis") When reality folds over and sticks tightly to our long-term dreams, it covers the dream and blends with it, just like two identical figures overlapped and combined. But for the same. ("Reminiscences of Lost Time") The most heartbreaking thing between people is that you suffer annoyance and harm in a place where you think you deserve goodwill and friendship.
("The Legend of Giants") Now you must pay special attention to what I am saying: the person who exists in other people's hearts is that person's soul. This is you, this is what your consciousness breathes, nourishes and even intoxicates throughout your life. This is your soul, your immortality and your life existing in others.
("Doctor Zhivago") Virtue is like a famous incense. After burning or squeezing, its fragrance becomes stronger. Luck can best reveal bad virtues, while misfortune can best reveal virtues. ("Collected Works of Bacon's Essays") Dear Agnes, I went abroad to love you, I stayed abroad, and I came back to love you to love you! ("David Copperfield") Force often makes people who are passionately in love more determined, but it never makes them change their minds.
("Conspiracy and Love") In the common sense of all things, love cannot be changed or blocked, because by nature, love will only die on its own, and no strategy can reverse it. ("The Decameron") As long as you are a swan egg, it doesn't matter if you were born in a chicken farm.
("Andersen's Fairy Tales") As far as speculation is concerned, the value of sophistication is always incomparable. ("Dead Souls") Anyone can make mistakes. The more you think about something, the more likely you are to make mistakes.
("The Adventures of Good Soldier Schwaik") We experience everything that suddenly comes to us in life, unprepared, just like actors entering the first rehearsal. What is the value of life if the first rehearsal in life is life itself? ("The Unbearable Lightness of Being") He discovered a great law of human behavior that he didn't know yet - that is, in order to make an adult or child want to do something, just try to make that thing Just make it difficult to get hold of.
("The Adventures of Tom Sawyer") For those who have faith, death is the door to eternal life. ("Paradise Lost") There is a legend about a bird that sings only once in its life, and its song is more beautiful than the songs of all creatures in the world.
("The Thorn Birds") After being away for a lifetime, he returned to the land where he was born. Growing up, he had been a witness to that place.
(Ulysses) It was one thing to stay connected to God, they all agreed, but it was another thing to have God around twenty-four hours a day.
("Catch-22") In sweet dreams, everyone is equal, but when the sun rises and the struggle for survival begins again, how unequal everyone is.
("Mr. President") Exploiting the mineral deposits of human intelligence is inevitably prompted by adversity. ("The Count of Monte Cristo") The closer the place is to you, the farther the journey is; the simplest tone requires the hardest practice.
("Selected Poems of Rabindranath Tagore") Sadness makes people particularly sensitive. ("John Christopher") I often fail in front of women because I love them too much.
("Confessions") She opened her desperate eyes wide and watched the loneliness of her life . She is like a sailor who has sunk a ship, looking for the white sail in the foggy horizon.
("Madame Bovary") I hear America singing, I hear all kinds of carols. ("Leaves of Grass") If you can always make your heart marvel at the wonder of daily life, the wonder of your pain will not be less than your joy, and you will bear the seasons of your heart as you always bear from the fields.
("The Prophet") Now I live in the Villa Polez. There is no dust here, and nothing is out of place, except for us. Without others, we are dead. ("Tropic of Cancer") The sun rises high, and the morning dew on the field soon disappears.
Genji feels that life is like a dream, like the morning dew, and he becomes more and more despairing. "The Tale of Genji") It is those ordinary and nondescript crimes that are truly confusing, just like an ordinary-looking person is the most difficult to recognize.
("Sherlock Holmes") ) Do you have a small pond built inside your house? In that small pond, you can observe every piece of life in the water at any time ("Insects") Don't spit in the well, maybe you will come to drink from the well.
("The Quiet Don") I saw that various nations were hostile to each other and were killing each other silently, ignorantly, willingly and innocently. The brightest minds in the world are still inventing weapons and writing articles to make this kind of hostility and killing more subtle and more lasting.
This face is the same as the morning snow. The one where the sky is reflected in the mirror. 2. Please
Remember a blue umbrella. My sight has been tied to a blue umbrella for so long... That blue The color is as bright as the sky.
On those rainy days when I was a child, my mother always came to school to pick me up under a blue umbrella. My head was blue and my shoulders were also covered in blue. As far as the eye can see, there is a blue sky without rain. Then one rainy day, I looked up to talk to my mother, only to find that the half of the sky where my mother was was a gloomy gray, with raindrops mixed with the wind. Into my mother's gray sky, my mother's shoulders were wet, and the hair on her forehead was wet, but I was still in a blue sky without rain.
"Mom, the umbrella is crooked," I reminded, "No, the umbrella is not crooked." Mom replied softly, and my eyes fell on the tilted umbrella handle, "It's true, the umbrella is crooked."
Mom said stubbornly , "No, really not..." Later, when I grew up, I no longer asked my mother to pick me up on rainy days. The blue umbrella faded year by year in the cabinet. I once thought I had forgotten it. Maybe it was a coincidence, it was another rainy day, and there was that blue umbrella again. Under the umbrella were my mother and me. I, who was almost as tall as my mother, was holding the umbrella.
My eyes fell on the umbrella handle unconsciously, and that scene was mixed with the scene from my childhood, when my mother was shrouded in a blue sky without rain. And my shoulders were wet and my hair was wet.
"The umbrella is crooked," my mother reminded me, "No, it's not crooked." "It's true, the umbrella is crooked," my mother repeated.
"Mom, it's true that it's not crooked, no." There was a long silence under the umbrella, but when I turned around, I saw crystal water droplets streaking across my mother's cheek.
The faded umbrella returned to its previous blue color as clear as the sky. I finally understand that for so long, my mother has held up a rainless sky for me. Now, I want to give my mother a happy sky, even if Meng Jiao said that no one can speak an inch of grass but be rewarded with three spring lights.
So my eyes were tied to that blue umbrella. I was the one who fought under the lamp every night late at night. I was the one who shuttled to the tutoring place every weekend... All of this is me. Because of the tilted blue umbrella. That blue color is as bright as the sky, making me dare not take my eyes away, and I will never dare to look away. 3. 300-word excerpt of a beautiful article + 300-word appreciation + 600-word imitation
On the water, there is an ancient stone bridge arching like a graceful eyebrow; under the stone bridge, there are bridges in the water, and , people and umbrellas, dogs and gardenias, bamboo hats, and the burden of selling steamed cakes are all swaying in the flickering light; the two banks of the river are narrow and steep; there are winding corridors on the banks. , there are teahouses, bookstores, and wine shops that stretch out to the river; there are also stone sills at the back doors of every household, and sisters squat on the stone sills, washing vegetables, washing their feet, and washing rice; their printed scarves , like blossoming colorful herbs; their soft words are like purple swallows returning, playing murmuring spring songs; on the bridge, under the bridge, in the bamboo baskets, there are fresh carp, saury, mandarin fish ; In the bamboo basket, there are dripping water chestnuts, lotus roots, wild rice, and water chestnuts; although the small streets are paved with stone slabs, they feel like they are soaked in water, like river bays, and they are fishy and fishy... …Maybe, this is Jiangnan. A sketch of a corner of Jiangnan. The Suzhou Pingtan, the soft and pretty sound of strings; the girl who is more beautiful and smarter than Xi Shi; perhaps, this is the image and character of Jiangnan...
A sketch of Jiangnan - " Appreciation of "Jiangnan"
The prose poem "Jiangnan" is a beautiful article: the beauty lies in the poetic and beautiful artistic conception; the beauty lies in its clear and meaningful words and sentences. The beauty of emotion and the beauty of language merge into the special style of this article. "Jiangnan" is a beautiful picture of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, which is fascinating to read. Taking "Jiangnan" as the title is somewhat difficult to write: Jiangnan is so vast and there are so many scenery and customs to write about. How to write and how to choose the angle are all very thoughtful. This article aptly selects the unique region of "Jiangnan Water Town", and outlines the waterscape and characters in a stretched and concise pen and ink. The full text only has 285 words, and it only describes a corner of Jiangnan. But this corner is the epitome of Jiangnan, a typical Jiangnan that highlights the characteristics of Jiangnan. There is indeed one leaf to know the beauty of autumn. Beautiful waves and clear water are the characteristics of Jiangnan. "Waterscape" naturally became the literary description of "Jiangnan". The article begins with a simple introduction and the finishing touch: "On the water, an ancient stone bridge is arched, like a graceful eyebrow." The author uses the word "arch", a fresh metaphor, to present the reader with a picture of small bridges and flowing water in a water town. , it can be said that "you can see the picture when you open the door", one sentence is decisive and fascinating. The second natural paragraph describes people, objects, and situations. It is not a direct description, but a description of the shadow in the water. It is like a cloud supporting the moon, the virtual and the real, contrasting with each other, and the reverse description is unique, full of interest, stimulating people's imagination, and alluring. The third natural section describes the narrow and steep river bank and the houses built along the bank, which has become a major scenery in the water town. "There are teahouses, bookstores, and wine shops stretching out to the river." This description is full of interest and makes people feel particularly novel. Then he writes about the "residential households" who live near the shore: "On the stone sill at the back door, sisters and boys squat on the stone sill, washing vegetables, washing their feet, and washing rice." The finishing touch is made from objects to people, which makes people feel I am very envious of the people living in this beautiful and comfortable environment. The fourth and fifth natural paragraphs follow the third paragraph, focusing on describing the delicate and graceful girls in the south of the Yangtze River. Like a sketch, they capture the characteristics and outline them with simple strokes, focusing on their "printed headscarves" and "soft words", using two vivid words. The metaphor highlights the image of the charming girl from the south of the Yangtze River, ready to appear, vividly on the paper - the people of Sijing, the spirit of the land and the beauty of the people. The sixth, seventh, and eighth natural paragraphs write that there are abundant aquatic products everywhere in the water towns, "the fishy fishy fishy smell...": the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful and rich. The last three natural paragraphs of the article euphemistically express the author's love for Jiangnan, as if murmuring and being intoxicated. This sincere love settles into the tone of the article and is hidden between the lines. Therefore, everything described by the author is so beautiful and full of aura, and the words are so clear, smooth and round. It can be said that writing is born out of emotion, and the writing is touching. The wonderful use of punctuation in this article makes the text colorful. For example, "Under the stone bridge, there is also a bridge in the water. There are also people and umbrellas, dogs and gardenias, bamboo hats, and the burden of selling steamed cakes, all of which are swaying in the ripples of light." The wonderful use of commas makes words naturally concise and beautiful. Throughout the first seven natural paragraphs, there are no periods but semicolons at the end of each paragraph, creating a coherent tone and a natural structure. "Jiangnan" is good, with beautiful meaning and clear language.
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Egret! Covered in pure white feathers and spreading a pair of light wings, the beautiful egret is like a holy angel, soaring in the blue sky, perching in the woods, playing beside the water plants, egret composition. Its curved neck, long legs, pure and elegant body Their postures add endless wildness and vitality to nature, and inject endless fun into our lives. Sometimes they sit quietly, showing their charming charm in the independence of golden roosters; sometimes they chase and stride gracefully on the mirror-flat water. The moving steps are the dance steps; sometimes flying high, drawing a beautiful arc in the clear blue sky, the sixth grade primary school composition "Egret Composition". The beautiful egret is also a specially invited "sanitation messenger". His white feathers It cannot be polluted by dirt, and the habitat it lives in cannot be polluted at will, otherwise it will quietly leave and never return. Therefore, it is also known as the "monitoring bird of atmospheric and water quality" by the environmental protection circle, and has the reputation of "environmental protection bird". In nature, I. 5. Asking for 300 words of highlights of the famous novel and 200 words of imitation
However, I have seen some contradictory phenomena. I have often heard that Margaret’s love is like a commodity, and the price changes with the price. It rises and falls with the seasons.
But on the other hand, we see her resolutely rejecting the request of the young earl we met in her home. How can this be connected with her reputation? Maybe you will tell me that it's because she doesn't like him, not to mention that she is now supported by the Duke and lives a very luxurious life. If she wants to find another lover, of course she must find a man who pleases her. So why didn’t she want Gaston, who was beautiful, smart, and rich, but she seemed to be attracted to me, who she found so ridiculous when we first met her? Indeed, sometimes a coincidence that happens in one minute is more effective than a whole year of hard pursuit.
Among those eating midnight snacks, I was the only one who felt uneasy when she left the table. I followed her, too excited to contain myself.
I kissed her hand with tears streaming down my face. All this, coupled with the fact that I went to inquire about her condition every day during the two months she was ill, made her feel that I was indeed different. Maybe she was thinking, for someone who expresses love in this way, People, she can just do things as usual, she has done it so many times in the past, this kind of thing is too indifferent to her.
You can see that all of these scenarios are entirely possible, but no matter what the reasons are for her consent, one thing is for sure, that is, she has agreed. I have always loved Margaret, and now that I am about to have her, I cannot be too harsh on her.
But I repeat to you, even though she is a ***, I always thought before - maybe I made her poetic - that this love was a hopeless love, So the closer I get to this moment when my hope seems to be fulfilled, the more doubtful I become. I didn't sleep a wink all night.
I was so lost that I felt like I was drunk. For a moment, I felt that I was not beautiful enough, rich enough, and unrestrained enough to possess such a woman; for a moment, I felt smug and proud that I could possess her.
Then I was worried that Margaret was acting on the occasion and had only been passionate about me for a few days. I had a premonition that this relationship would end soon and it would not end well. I thought to myself that it would be better not to go to her house that night, but to write to her about my concerns, and then leave her.
Then, I had infinite hope and unparalleled confidence. I had some incredible dreams about the future.
In my heart, I want to heal this girl's physical and mental wounds, and grow old with her. Her love will make me happier than the purest and most flawless love. All in all, I had so many thoughts and was so confused that I really can’t describe to you all the thoughts that were going through my mind at that time.
At dawn, I fell asleep in a daze, and these thoughts disappeared in the haze. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when I woke up.
The weather is very nice. I feel that life has never been so beautiful and happy. The scene from last night clearly appeared in my mind, and then I had a sweet dream tonight.
I quickly got dressed, I was satisfied, I could do any good things. My heart beats with joy and love, a sweet *** makes me uneasy, and the thoughts that made me toss and turn last night disappear.
All I saw was my success, and all I thought about was the moment I met Margaret. I couldn't stay at home anymore. I felt that my room seemed too small to contain my happiness. I needed to pour out my heart to the whole nature.
I went outside. I walked through rue Antin.
Marguerite's carriage was waiting for her at the door; I walked towards the Champs Elysées. I feel warm to every pedestrian I meet, even if I don't know them! How wonderful love makes everything! I walked back and forth between the Horse of Marley and the Circus for an hour. I saw Marguerite's car from a distance. I didn't recognize it, but guessed it.
-------- ①The stone horse statue was originally located in Marly, near Paris. It is a masterpiece of the famous sculptor Gusto. It was later moved to the Place de la Concorde at the entrance of the Champs Elysées. superior. At the corner of the Champs Elysées, she stopped the car, and a tall young man left the group of people he was talking with and came up to talk to her.
They talked for a while; the young man returned to his friends. The carriage continued to move forward, and I approached the group of people and recognized the man who was talking to Margaret as Count G. I had seen his portrait before, and Prudence told me that Margaret today He held his position with one hand.
He is the person Margaret asked to block the door the night before. I guess she stopped the car just now to explain to him the reason why she did not let him in last night. I hope she will Shi Neng could find another excuse to ask him not to come tonight. I have no recollection of the rest of the day; I walked, smoked, and talked to people, but by ten o'clock in the evening I had no recollection of anyone I met or talked about that night. What words.
All I can remember is: I came home and dressed up for three hours. I looked at my clock and watch hundreds of times. Unfortunately, they all kept the same time. slow. At half past ten, I think it's time to go to the appointment.
I lived in the Rue de Provence at that time. I walked along the Rue Mont Blanc, crossed the boulevards, passed the Rue Louis the Great and the Rue Mahon, and finally came to the Rue Antin. Lookout Margaret's window. -------- ① Provence Street: This street was in a high-end residential area at that time; famous people such as Rossini, Chopin, George Sand, Talma, Bizet, Alexandre Dumas, etc. were all in this street Lived on.
There are lights inside. I rang the doorbell.
I asked the porter if Mademoiselle Gautier was at home. He answered me that Mademoiselle Gautier never came back before eleven o'clock or a quarter past eleven.
I looked at my watch. I thought I was walking slowly, but it actually only took me five minutes to walk from the Rue de Provence to Marguerite's house! So, I wandered back and forth on this deserted street with no shops.
Margaret came half an hour later. She got off the carriage and looked around as if looking for someone.
The car drove away slowly, because the stable and carport were not in the house, and Margaret was about to ring the doorbell. 6. A copy of "The Story of a Nuclear Boat", about 300 words, it is a modern text
It was cloudless and the sky was clear. The other four people and I were boating on the lake, feeling the vitality of nature. Let nature cleanse our souls.
I sat on the left side of the stern, holding a palmetto fan in my right hand, and holding the tea stove with my left hand. There was a kettle on the tea stove, and the water was boiling. I shook the palmetto fan happily and lightly. The breeze blows in front of you, as if you have entered a paradise, so melodious, free and unrestrained. I looked at the tea stove calmly, listening to the roar of the boiling tea. The trees by the lake were rustled by the wind, like a beautiful piece of music. The man sitting on my right was looking up. Looking at the sky, he held his right finger with his right hand and leaned on a crossbar with his right hand, looking leisurely and at ease, "Look, the blue sky and the clear lake water are connected together.
"He pointed to the distance and said; the water flowed slowly around us, and the boat drifted forward with the waves. There were three people sitting on the bow. The one in the middle wearing a tall hat and a beard on his cheeks was Dongpo. Brother, Foyin is sitting on the right, and Brother Lu Zhi is sitting on the left. Brother Dongpo and Brother Lu Zhi are reading a calligraphy and painting scroll together. It turns out that this is a poem written by Dongpo. Dongpo holds the beginning of the calligraphy and painting scroll in his right hand. He stroked Brother Lu Zhi's back with his left hand and said, "Look at this poem, which was written by me just now. What do you think? Brother Luzhi, please give me some advice! "Brother Lu Zhi held the end of the calligraphy and painting scroll in his left hand, pointed at the scroll with his right hand, and exclaimed: "Ah! It is indeed majestic and the writing is like a god, great! What a great poem! "At this time, Dongpo exposed his right knee, and Huang exposed his left knee, leaning against each other. You can see from the folds of his clothes that the two knees were connected. Foyin was sitting on the right side of Dongpo. He looked very much like Maitreya Buddha. Bare breasts, looking up, with an expression not similar to Dongpo or Lu Zhi, he has his right knee horizontally, his right arm bent to support the boat, his knees raised, his arm hanging with Buddhist beads leaning against his left knee, and the Buddhist beads It can be clearly seen that the lips are trembling slightly, as if chanting sutras, and there is a kind of Buddhist aversion to others.
In this way, we are swimming around the lake in a leisurely environment.
Rafting on Red Cliff, sitting at the bow of the boat, admiring a hand scroll with Lu Zhi, his left hand resting affectionately on Lu Zhi's back, and his right hand holding the first section of the hand scroll; Pointing to the hand scroll, he spoke to me. Master Foyin, who was sitting on my right, looked like Maitreya Buddha, with his chest open and his head held high. His expression was different from the two of us. He had his left leg horizontally and his right leg raised. Get up, hold the boat with your left hand, and hang a string of rosary beads on your right hand. 7. Imitate a 300-word modern inscription about my hometown.
Students are not very talented, but they can do it if they are determined.
If your grades are not good, you will be successful if you work hard.
Read thousands of books and learn the scriptures of the saints.
You can understand things and cultivate your temperament. There is no noise to disturb your ears, and no noise to disturb your mind.
Learn how to make a boat in the sea, and take the shortcut in the mountains. "To learn how to build a building, the foundation must be good; to plant trees, the roots must be firm.
If you don't walk, you will run away, and sooner or later you will fall. The same is true for learning, how can there be less foundation.
< p> How can you improve if you don’t learn the basics well? There is no way to reach the sky in one step.There is no such thing as a tree or grass with roots broken.
The foundation of learning is important. If the old man is not young, it will be fine if he is not sick.
If he does not have many children, then the word filial piety comes first.
The sunset is infinitely beautiful, and the glow warms the heart. I am good at talking, learning, singing and sighing.
I can water the flowers and relax my mind.
p>Others sigh, but I smile.
If the family is not large, it will be fine if there are not many people.
Although the home is simple, it is very warm. Walk into the small study and enjoy the book.
Listen to a popular song and watch a good movie.
There is no pain or sorrow, only happiness. Everyone smiles every day and is full of joy every year. 8.
"Spring Tree" Looking forward to, looking forward to, the spring rain is coming, the footsteps of spring are approaching. Everything seems to be boiling, shouting and smiling faces are blooming. The water has warmed up, the air has become sweeter, and butterflies are competing to dance. The willow trees quietly changed into new clothes, becoming tender green, and dotted with stars. The lakeside , in the garden, looking around, there are large tracts of flowers. Lean on them, lie down, break two branches and stick them in the soil, take a few walks and take some photos. The wind is warm, and the wickers are soft. Begonias , locust tree, wisteria, you don't let me, I don't let you, they are all vying to bloom. The pink ones are like rouge, the white ones are like snowflakes, and the purple ones are like gems. The air is full of light or rich fragrance, it's almost like The whole earth is about to be fragrant. Close your eyes, you can feel the petals brushing your cheeks, and the memory seems to stop here. Such a season of flowers, such a spring. Birds are everywhere: building nests among the branches, Singing among the leaves, flying in the blue sky, black, gray, and colorful, as lively as attending a spring banquet, in high spirits.