Time, precipitating the flavor of books
The only one in class 8 (11) of Su Buqing School, Pingyang County, Zhejiang Province
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I always like to hold a book that exudes the faint fragrance of ink and half lie on the wicker chair that has been shaking for many years. The autumn wind mixes with the fragrance of rice, and reaches the depths of the soul along with the joys and sorrows of the characters in the book. When the sunset gradually set, and my shadow slowly lengthened, I gently closed the page of the book, silently rejoicing in my heart whether each story was true or false.
I like reading because of my mother. I remember that when I was still a child, my mother was a gentle woman who loved books very much and would often read me stories in the books. I sat on her lap and listened carefully to the elegant sentences read from my mother's mouth. Although I didn't understand them, I also found them very beautiful. Time melts into the ancient smell of books.
Books have grown up with me. I remember when I was seven years old, I ran home crying one day and complained to my mother that my classmates were laughing at me for having a scar on my forehead. In fact, the scar was so small that it was almost invisible by the time I was seven, but I was still worried about it. . So, my mother told me the story of "Jane Eyre". The heroine Jane is not a beautiful and refined woman, she can even be said to be extremely ordinary looking. But she is confident and self-respecting, and believes that she cannot change her appearance, but she can change her heart. So she worked hard to become elegant in conversation and charming in temperament. Later, she became a person with good temperament and self-cultivation, and her brilliance was better than those beautiful women with only superficial appearance. My mother made the truth easy to understand. She said that what is important about a person is not only the appearance, but also the inner self. Even if a person is not beautiful, she can become beautiful. Because beauty is the appearance, and beauty is the inside. The way to make yourself beautiful is to read more books. Although I didn't understand it at that time, I always did what my mother said: read books extensively and strive to enrich my heart. It wasn't until many years later, when I read "Jane Eyre" carefully, that I understood my mother's words.
On my twelfth birthday, my mother gave me a copy of "Song Song Ci" with elegant and exquisite packaging. The Song lyrics inside are equally elegant and delicate, filled with timeless and subtle charm, which I couldn't put down. There is the beauty and picturesqueness of "when the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as the fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue"; there is also the sadness and desolation of "when you rest and lean on the dangerous fence, the setting sun is shining, and the smoke of the willows breaks your heart"; There is the freshness and joy of "returning to the boat as late as possible", and there is also the gloomy sadness of "the spring in the south of the Yangtze River is over, and the people from Tingzhou have not returned"; there is the strong ambition of "the ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and they are laughing and talking about drinking the blood of the Huns", and there are also The sadness of homesickness is that "a cup of dirty wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but there is no way for the swallow to return home". My young heart gradually understood that life is not only about "the spring breeze makes you proud, but you can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day", there is also "the wall on the Great Wall where you feel empty, and the decaying hair on your temples is already stained in the mirror". I had a deeper interpretation of life than my peers.
Later, when I entered the first grade of junior high school, the burden on my body immediately increased and became overwhelming. Out of breath. It happened to be the rainy season in life again, and setbacks came one after another. I was very scared and felt that life was confused, worried and helpless. , at this time I came across "If You Give Me Three Days of Sight". The author Helen Keller lost her vision and hearing because of a vicious disease called scarlet fever when she was 19 months old. What a blow this is! When her young mind gradually understands, what kind of torture time will become in those endless nights without daylight, in those endless silences without sound! At that time, I was confused and felt so much for the author's suffering and pain. I secretly regarded Helen as a friend in my heart. Later, when Helen gradually made her life brighter with her steely perseverance, my mind gradually became clearer. Helen quietly hung a bright light in my heart during these days when she was filled with a faint scholarly fragrance. I cheered up and devoted myself to studying seriously and calmly again.
I am very lucky to have parents as enlightened as Sanmao. Sanmao once told such a story. In junior high school, Sanmao was almost obsessed with reading. He could be said to be sleeping with books as his pillow, but his science scores were disastrous. Her parents did not interfere. Once, the family made an appointment to have a picnic at the beach early the next morning. Sanmao liked the sea, so Uran agreed. However, that night, she was so attracted by a book that she read until late at night before falling asleep. The next day, when her parents found out, they did as usual and did not wake her up. They just waited quietly, including her little brother who was several years old. It wasn't until nearly 11 o'clock in the morning that Sanmao woke up rubbing his eyes. Mom walked over and asked with a smile: "Are you still going?" "Go!" So the family happily set off. I think Sanmao’s subsequent success is definitely due to her parents. Today, when I encountered the same situation, my parents just said softly: "Don't be too bad in science." So I can continue to indulge in the fragrance of books. In fact, this is not only enlightenment, but also wisdom. You can know this by understanding the experiences of Li Ao and Qian Zhongshu. I just don’t know if all the parents in the world have ever seen it through!
I often see this picture: under the dim rays of the setting sun, an old man with ravines on his face, with lonely and lonely eyes, sits in front of the door, staring. People come and go in the small street, for a long time, for a long time.
I think, if he loves reading, what an intoxicating life it would be if he holds an ancient book in his hand and is immersed in the book, just like he is immersed in the memories of the past. Naturally, his eyes at that time were quiet and joyful. There is also the woman who sits at the mahjong table and yells all day long, and the boy with dyed red hair who sits at the computer desk and is obsessed with playing games and tapping the keyboard quickly... If they fall in love with books, what should their lives be like? What colorful visions lay before them! I was therefore satisfied and glad that I could travel among so many people's life stories and appreciate the scenery of such a long time ago. Books gave me a huge world.
Time flies, the bananas turn green and the cherries turn red again. Watching the rice turning yellow year after year, watching the wild geese flying south year after year, and being influenced by the fragrance of books, I slowly grew up and became a gentle girl who loves reading like my mother. And the yellowed book and time slowly settled in the bottom of my heart.
The teacher said
The author organizes his reading in chronological order, closely following the theme of the composition, and uses poetic language to describe his reading. The experience is narrated, the content is substantial, and the foundation is profound. What is particularly valuable is that she can write about her true and profound reading experience, such as the passage about reading "If You Give Me Three Days of Light". In addition, it is extremely rare for a young author to put forward his own opinions based on the current reality that people are too lazy to read and parents are strict about interfering in their children's lives.
(Guidance/Commentary Shu Linfeng Hong Yupo)