China's Most Beautiful Prose
by Nan Huai Su
About This Novel
The prose extracted in this book is not only recognized as a superior work, but also divided into categories with broad implications. In addition, each essay is added with the editor's thoughts and words to share with readers. We sincerely hope that through this book, readers will be able to take a closer look and appreciate the true appearance of Chinese and foreign prose. At the same time, it will enlighten their minds and cultivate their temperament, thereby improving their personal aesthetic consciousness, literary literacy, writing level, appreciation ability, and life taste, and adding a glorious touch to their lives.
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The surrounding years were dark and bleak, barking with the lean dogs into the terrible silence, and the hours, which once again became like stone doves, came to listen attentively, but the laughter was burned, the land was deafened, and no one heard the last scream.
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What is life like everywhere? It should be like a flying dragon stepping on slush; Occasionally, there are fingers and claws left on the mud. What about Hongfei? The old monk has died and a new pagoda has been built. There is no way to see the old inscriptions if the walls are broken. Do you remember the rugged past? The road was long, people were trapped, and donkeys neighed.
There is no stream allowed in the mountains. The stream is so anxious that it makes noise day and night. Waiting until it reaches the foot of the mountain, the stream will flow out of the front village.
Reading a good book is like talking to many noble people
A meaningful book
After a gust of west wind fallen leaves and spent flowers The fragrance is gone
Beautiful, even if I can't remember it, I still enjoy reading it.
It is undeniable that the writings of famous writers are indeed beautiful. The author's explanation and added comments are also very good. But there is a problem with the layout. Not only do authors, text, and comments not need to be distinguished by fonts, they even don't bother to add spaces or spaces to paragraphs. There is no difference between the last article and the next article, they are just one. It is not so clear for people to read.
Someone will draw a lesson from this when they pass by the pyrehouse where the martyrs were burned.
The only truly happy life is one that leaves behind worldly possessions.
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Official(40)Scraped 17d ago
The surrounding years were dark and bleak, barking with the lean dogs into the terrible silence, and the hours, which once again became like stone doves, came to listen attentively, but the laughter was burned, the land was deafened, and no one heard the last scream.
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What is life like everywhere? It should be like a flying dragon stepping on slush; Occasionally, there are fingers and claws left on the mud. What about Hongfei? The old monk has died and a new pagoda has been built. There is no way to see the old inscriptions if the walls are broken. Do you remember the rugged past? The road was long, people were trapped, and donkeys neighed.
There is no stream allowed in the mountains. The stream is so anxious that it makes noise day and night. Waiting until it reaches the foot of the mountain, the stream will flow out of the front village.
Reading a good book is like talking to many noble people
A meaningful book
After a gust of west wind fallen leaves and spent flowers The fragrance is gone
Beautiful, even if I can't remember it, I still enjoy reading it.
It is undeniable that the writings of famous writers are indeed beautiful. The author's explanation and added comments are also very good. But there is a problem with the layout. Not only do authors, text, and comments not need to be distinguished by fonts, they even don't bother to add spaces or spaces to paragraphs. There is no difference between the last article and the next article, they are just one. It is not so clear for people to read.
Someone will draw a lesson from this when they pass by the pyrehouse where the martyrs were burned.
The only truly happy life is one that leaves behind worldly possessions.
