1, Sophora japonica lingers at the foot of the mountain on May Road, but I don't know its name. Fortunately, I met an old gentleman and told him that this is Huaihua Avenue, which was built two years ago and extends eastward to the top of Dadong Mountain.
Looking around, neat rows of locust trees stand on both sides of the road, lush, tall and straight, although not shaded, but also lined up, a wide avenue leads directly to the top of the mountain, which is extremely deserted because of sparse people.
I thought that since it was Sophora japonica Avenue, Sophora japonica was indispensable. So I estimated that it was the time when Sophora japonica was in full bloom, and it was raining, so I decided to take pictures of Sophora japonica in the rain. I have already painted "White Sophora in the drizzle" in my heart. It is a rare artistic conception that the rain weaves, the wind is affectionate and the lines are silent.
However, reality is often contrary to people's wishes. I set foot on Huaihua Avenue and saw green leaves in full bloom. I was very disappointed and finally had to leave.
So is the memory of Sophora japonica, which can be seen everywhere in front of the court. This is not uncommon. Most of them are scattered with three plants and two plants, the branches are dead, and the bark is hard to crack, which is unremarkable.
But when it comes to spring, the situation is very different. In fact, the spring breeze is the most abundant thing, so the Sophora japonica, which has been swaying in the wind for a few days, has also changed its appearance. The whole tree is green and lovely, which makes people scratch their eyes.
However, I haven't seen you for a few days, and there are strings of green locust trees hanging in the green round leaves. Although it is faintly visible, it is also gratifying.
However, it is not easy, but what I see again is the white color of a tree, such as the gathering of butterfly powder, which is amazing.
Xu missed Bloom because he slept deeply at night. Look at the white bloom that night, but I can also imagine how hot it was at that time, like a frying pan, locust trees were fighting for it. In fact, the flowers are spit out, and the petals are open and bright like a broken butterfly. One by one, trembling, waving passers-by's eyes, throwing emails to hook greedy bugs in passers-by's abdomen.
The locust tree has blossomed. So full of fragrance overflowed my cheeks, and I couldn't help but want to taste the sweetness of Sophora japonica.
Bang, the whole branch is broken. It is the child like black mud who is breaking it with his thin arms, which are not much thicker than the branches of Sophora japonica. I saw him holding a branch in one hand and shouting in the other: it's connected. The shouts were full of pride.
So the fallen branches fell like springs, and the companions who had been under the tree grabbed them, and quickly smoothed the Sophora japonica and put them in the bamboo basket.
The urchin in the tree looked at the scene under his feet like a monkey watching the scenery, grinning, and his silvery teeth became more proud, so he climbed higher and harder. Ignoring the pull of the locust, bang, bang, bang, bang, the branches broke, the leaves fell, and a pile of thick branches fell to the ground for a while.
That's enough, that's enough.
The child like black mud has just slipped down from the tree with lingering nostalgia, and his face and hands are scratched. His companion has filled his bamboo basket.
I walked home with a basket of happiness in my arms. What is left is the fallen leaves on the ground and the broken arm of that tree, which is terrible.
Taking off the stems and picking up the leaves, even the hands stained with Sophora japonica are full of refreshing fragrance.
Sprinkle with dry flour and wrap with layers of butterflies, which is whiter and fatter, like a cocoon without spinning. Lay a thin layer on the drawer cloth and cover the lid. After eight minutes, the fragrance of steam will spread around the lid, and the flour is also mixed with the fragrance of Sophora japonica.
Inhale it into your nose. It smells good.
Mixed with sesame oil to taste, so I opened my stomach and drank a bowl of fine noodles, even eating and drinking, nourishing.
Burp, burp, burp all over your stomach, lick your lips with your tongue and scream.
What's more, people who are greedy for Sophora japonica touch it a lot, scald it with boiling water and dry it for later use.
On the wide road, no family stopped in the yard.
There is a steamed Sophora japonica, which will be fragrant. Besides, the neighborhood is friendly and Sophora japonica is not a very rare thing. Every time I steam, I will steam a few more pots, pour them into a big pot with a diameter of three feet, fill them with bowls, and send them to the owner and the west. A pot of Sophora japonica has gone, and its mouth is sweet and fruity. * * * Enjoy Sophora japonica in May, which is the affection in May.
Knock, knock: Send a bowl of Sophora japonica to taste.
I took it and steamed it again: try it.
In the coming year, dead branches will grow new buds.
The locust tree is still hot.
2, late autumn, October, late autumn, the weather is not very cold, not too hot, the sky is higher and brighter because of blue.
Under the alternation of seasons, the fields begin to show a faint yellow color, especially the leaves on the roadside, which are very lovely. The mountains in the distance are green, because they are all green pine trees. On the roadside of the ancient city, the flowers are still blooming beautifully, and the fish in the river are swimming as usual, and there is no smell of winter at all. From the smooth slate of Sifang Street, we can see that the city is ancient, with melodious Naxi ancient music and modern pop music in the distance. People like to recall the past, but they prefer modern civilization. Some people say that Lijiang is becoming more and more commercialized, and more and more bars in the ancient city illustrate this point. The expensive price is exchanged for the smiling faces of tourists. But don't envy others, pulling Naxi's old milk and dancing around the bonfire, happiness can be seen everywhere. In Lijiang, what we see is quieter and more comfortable air and bright sunshine.
In late autumn, the night is as cool as water, with less silence in winter and more indifference in summer.
The roses in the yard are in bloom, and the fragrance of flowers wafts gently through the window and permeates the room like moonlight. I stuck my head out of the window, but I accidentally saw a lonely swallow flying under the eaves. I wonder if it is preparing for the warm nest in winter.
Turn on the computer and turn on the music, but it's the sad song: "I'll wait another minute, maybe the next minute. When I see your evasive eyes, I won't let sad tears hang on your face." I'm waiting for a minute, maybe the next minute, I can feel your heartache. I won't let the parting last forever that year. "
Some faint, unclear damp feelings flowed with the melody in my heart, so I quickly turned off the song and froze quietly on the sofa for a few minutes. Those distant things, like my farewell party when I graduated from college, are pure and kind, and I don't want to smear them with secular misty rain. However, my fragile and hypocritical heart can no longer appreciate the clear and smooth tune. Let the heart version be fresher and calmer.
In fact, like many people, I like to escape and I can't escape. Maybe I'm too young, and my wild and rash ideas are always vulnerable. I think that if I disguise my eyes with maturity, my passion will no longer flow; I thought that as long as I closed the bookmark, the text would never be open to anyone again. "Gradually drifting away, getting better." I can't hide my thoughts. If you feel unhappy, the only way to find happiness is to cheer up and make your actions and words look happy.
After late autumn, many flowers will not bloom until next year. "When the mountain flower is in full bloom, it is smiling at it." After the west wind, it will be snow and ice. Indifferent plum blossoms and orchids will bloom in that season. Is the mood of enjoying flowers the same as tonight? Tomorrow, when the dawn pushes away the night, will it face the falling flowers all over the ground again? Those pale colors lying on the ground, like those pale smiles, exposed the crying of the repressed night.
Maybe I don't need to worry. Although there are always autumn leaves and long roads blocked by snow and ice, it never misses sending invitations to flowers and birds in spring. Let's listen quietly and enjoy the sweet waiting silently. I hope someone will be more energetic after winter.
3. Urban flowing water
This river twists and turns, full of green, especially in early spring and February. A newly sprouted willow is swaying in the cold wind, and two buds are like ducklings leaving the nest. This is the most beautiful time of the year for willow trees. All this is beautiful and charming, hanging in the air. Look at the buds growing into leaves day by day, and the color changes from goose yellow to green day by day. In this way, spring has passed.
Besides willows, there are also winter jasmine, which blooms slowly in the cracks of the river bank, bit by bit, full of vitality.
Walking by the river in March, the willows are somewhat lush. Willow trees are covered with small green fruits, and catkins are floating out of those small fruits one after another, all over the river bank. Catkin danced lightly, and pedestrians' clothes were stained with pieces of willow flowers.
A little girl is going to catch catkins that fall on the river bank. As soon as she stretched out her hand, the catkins were carried forward by the wind. The child followed the catkins and chased them many times. I wonder if she caught it later.
Willow is as flexible and charming as bamboo. When I was a child, I had a wicker box at home, which was used by my grandfather when he was studying abroad in the 1940s. The color is very old, and the copper corners around it are covered with copper rust, but the thin wicker is not broken. After moving many times, the family may scatter it in the old house or clean it up with some old things.
There used to be a willow factory in my hometown county, which specialized in producing all kinds of willow products, but it no longer exists. 10 years ago, my friend gave me a set of small steamer with willow hoops, and the steamed pork powder was particularly fragrant.
Without certain elasticity, boxes and baskets cannot be woven. This is also "weak wins strong"!
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Grandma came down from the roof with a small sparrow in her hand and said she would stew for her daughter. I was locked in a small basket because I had to visit my relatives temporarily.
When my daughter came home from school, she heard birds singing and her face was full of joy. I was surprised when I learned grandma's plan. When the old man went to his relatives' house, I quietly released the sparrow.
The greening of the downstairs garden is quite good, with ornamental trees such as osmanthus trees, smiling faces and Metasequoia, so it has become a "paradise" for birds, and it will be woken up by birds every morning. At home, dozens of birds often gather on the top platform, chirping, and fly away together as soon as people get close. But when they are fed to chickens, they will fly as far as the market. When someone is around, it is hovering and spinning at low altitude. When people are gone, chickens and birds will feed together in peace, which is fun to watch from a distance. So every time I feed the chickens, I will intentionally or unintentionally grab a handful of grain and a handful of vegetables to "feed the chickens". But even so, I am "kind" to birds and often peck off my own flowers and fruits.
Walking at night, I found a tree opposite the city hospital, which was densely covered with hundreds of sparrows. These sparrows are covered with trees like black fruits, and even four or five branches as thick as fingers have fallen off, and many branches are bent. People walking under trees may be accidentally "taken down" by bird droppings. Strangely, there aren't any sparrows in other trees nearby, which shows that sparrows are gregarious. They get together and are brave to each other.
Weak animals also know that "unity is strength".
I read a short article written by Jiang Lan. He called the sparrow "the baron in the tree". Jiang Lan creatively followed the title of Italian writer Calvino's novel and read The Baron in the Tree. Can people really live freely in trees like birds for decades? I admire the writer's rich imagination and write such a purely fictional and profound work.
4. The spring breeze in March, the spring rain, "sometimes it rains at three or two o'clock, and ten branches and five flowers are everywhere" comes to mind. You know that this is already a beautiful season for grass to grow and warblers to fly, and your hometown will step on the beat of the spring breeze.
My hometown is a quiet and beautiful place, with streams, water and wild interests, but that is only in my memory.
In my memory, bridges, flowing water, courtyards, Yuan Ye, breadth and length constitute a three-dimensional and colorful pastoral landscape painting.
There is a small river in my hometown. It was an unknown stream at that time. For many years, it has been lying in a corner of the earth, neither surging nor vast and deep, but unknown, and dedicated every drop of its dew to the earth and the people through which the river flows. ...
Unknown river, where the water quality is clear, the streams and grasses are dense, the banks are densely covered with rocks, and the willows and bamboos line up along the river. Under the protection of willows and bamboos, the river has formed a huge washed silver belt all the way forward, and a long and wide Jiangnan stream has a panoramic view. This kind of scenery always evokes people's beautiful reverie and yearning, so there are people who live by the water.
Hometown is charming because of water, and countryside is affectionate because of bridge.
Where there is water, there is a bridge. The water is separated by one side, and the bridge is connected by one vein. With a bridge, life will have ups and downs and changes.
In the narrow part of the river bank, a stone bridge spans the river. Seen from a distance, the bridge is strong and sturdy, and the three pillars firmly support the heavy bridge deck above. Small bridges are very common, less than ten meters long and about two meters wide. They are very common in rural areas. However, the small bridge reveals a touch of simplicity and antiquity, saying that it is a stone bridge, but after years of erosion, it has become a stone ditch bridge, and the bridge deck has been deeply gouged out by the blade of history, telling the world the heavy history and vicissitudes of the small bridge. Although there are always people complaining that the deck is tilted and walking is not so comfortable and calm, only the pier is still guarding this ancient and solid bridge faithfully and carefully, as dedicated and strong as guarding its own baby.
According to the elders, the stone road connected by small bridges is the famous "Zongda Road". I don't know where it originated, but Dazu County is 60 miles north of the highway, and more than 20 miles north is the "Baodingshan Giant Buddha Bay", which is the location of the world cultural heritage. Dazu and the stone carvings there add a lot of mystery because of the road, and the road is covered with colorful coats because of the stone carvings. Therefore, children have loved the legendary stories told by the older generation since childhood. Their thoughts are always imagining how fat the ancient war horses were, how the Qianlong emperor went to Jiangnan in an unprecedented era, how craftsmen fled to remote places to dig stone statues, and so on, which is fascinating, just like the focus plane. But no matter how wonderful the legend told by the elders is, whether it is true or not, at least it used to be an ancient post road, which is true. The gullies on the bridge deck are ironclad evidence that they have been trampled by iron hooves.
Fortunately, the honest bridge is not alone. At that time, the stones at both ends of the bridge were superimposed, and the stones were born at the water's edge and stood on the shore. Two towering banyan trees hugged the hard stone slope tightly, which gave the bridge an iron foundation and a support. After the wind and rain, and after the tempering of time, the small bridge highlights a bit of charm and simplicity. Under the banyan tree at one end of the bridge, a small room was built, which was made of blue bricks in Ming and Qing Dynasties. A horseshoe-shaped stone bench was built along the wall, which the older generation said was specially built for passers-by to rest. Bridges, big trees, small houses, big stone slopes, pebbles, flowing water and farmhouses constitute a beautiful rural scenery, so people here regard it as a paradise and release their joy and joy.
The flowing water from top to bottom has experienced hardships and washing all the way. It is Ming Che's, bright, refreshing and sweet, and it is the dew that God has given to the world. Every spring and summer, the beauty of the stream is smooth sailing. It is the pleasure of farmers to watch the fish in the water playing with aquatic plants, watch the running water turn around under the bridge, watch the willows reflect the charm of the river and watch the catkins dance. Adults and children in the farm yard are enjoying this godsend purity and beauty, so the quiet countryside has laughter and reverie, and there are many washes, vegetables and plows in the morning and sunset. The rich children in several high-rise buildings two miles away from the bridge are never idle, and they are happily invited to come. Accompanied by partiality, bell bottoms, flowered shirts, dresses, high heels and some provocative love songs, they stimulate and attack the thoughts and nerves of rural people, bring the loneliness and melancholy of some shy rural girls and boys to the extreme, and always ignite the dreams of rural nights.
However, the years when such scenes coexist in memory are short and bleak, and times have changed. This river has a name, Xiao Anxi River in Tuojiang River system, which is marked with a code name and flows into the surging Yangtze River mother river. The code name gives the name of the river, but it can't give the happiness of the people in my hometown. Rivers with famous surnames are not so happy. First, people on the river bank cut hard stones into strips and moved to their own yards to build houses. Farmers live in new houses, but big banyan trees lack foundations. Either uprooted by the rainstorm or neglected. Soon after, factories appeared in the upper reaches of the river, with numerous chimneys, noisy countryside and chaotic pastoral scenery. Clear streams disappeared, aquatic plants were eroded, fish turned their bellies up, and the streams stinked, and farmers lost the source of survival and development. Later, the restored buildings on both sides of the strait were empty, leaving only the old man alone to guard its glory and desolation.
This occupation and deprivation is endless. The roar of bulldozers and road rollers is as grand as that of Hong Zhong, which directly touches people's hearts and drives people's lives in their hometown. Looking at my mother's sad cheeks, I know that the beautiful scenery of my hometown "seven or eight stars in the horizon, two or three minutes before the rain" will be sealed in the depths of my memory forever!
Writing skills of lyric prose Lyric and freehand prose are called lyric prose, which emphasizes the expression of the author's subjective feelings in content. He is good at ethereal and elegant, focusing on the accurate use of language to express emotional color. The biggest feature of prose is "scattered in form but not in spirit". The spirit of lyric prose is emotion. Authors often express their subjective feelings by writing people, taking notes and describing scenery and objects. The object described in this paper is the lyrical support of the author. Authors often concretize the emotions they want to express, using metaphors, symbols, personification and other techniques, or writing scenes to express feelings, or blending scenes, or sending feelings to things to achieve the purpose of expressing feelings.
Lyric prose is generally divided into direct lyric prose and subordinate lyric prose. But personally, I think there are very few articles that express feelings directly in the whole article, so I want to mention the direct and indirect lyricism (subordinate lyricism) in lyric prose.
Direct lyric can express one's inner feelings better and more strongly. Emotions, sorrows and joys are fully revealed, giving people a more intuitive feeling. If you have something on your mind, you can't express your dissatisfaction. As Gorky's essay Haiyan ends, the author shouts "Let the storm come more violently!" This straightforward inner expression, the bravery of a soldier and the dauntless spirit of a revolutionary are all on the paper. Imagine what kind of lyric can be hotter and more appropriate than direct lyric at this moment. This is the flow of blood and the outbreak of passion.
For example, at the beginning of my poem Poetic Flowers Drunk in Chun Qing, I wrote: "My favorite thing is to see Huayang in late spring and early summer every year. One by one, Huayang danced spring into a white world like snowflakes. That overwhelming emotion, that overwhelming emotion, is always dazzling, and I see a huge dance on the stage of heaven and earth. " At the beginning of this article, I directly expressed my feelings and set the emotional tone of liking Huayang for the whole article. I can understand it directly.
At the end, I wrote: "The beautiful Huayang, like a line connecting the past and the future, turns lightly and naturally enters the next chapter. Everywhere, the east wind rushes to the sunset, but it is lighter than Zui Xiang. I hate Sui Di, and I once provoked the dragon boat to dance the phoenix. My favorite is this poem by Ye Luo, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
When flowers dance, spring is far away and summer is near. "I used a" favorite "to clearly express my views and feelings. Spring is far away and summer is near. It is not a kind of melancholy, but a kind of hope, a kind of beautiful desire and pursuit of life. When writing prose, you should have a deep heart, write like a god, and understand the layout of the article. My article begins with "favorite" and ends with "favorite" stamps.
Although the middle is like Yang Shuhua flying all over the sky, the beginning and the end are round. I started with the direct expression of Huayang, which triggered memories, associations and quotations, and finally ended with the expression of my feelings, reaching a satisfactory situation. This is not only a landscape writing, but also my own spiritual journey, from where I came to where I went.
My essay "Poetic Huayang Drunk with Chun Qing" was published in the column of Evening News, and was quickly reprinted by more than ten newspapers such as City Evening News and Jiujiang Daily.
Direct lyric can sometimes be expressed in some words, such as: yes, I like it, I love it, I hate it, I miss it, and so on.
For example, there is a passage in my article "Listening to the Rain on a Summer Night". "On a summer night, I lay quietly in bed, reading a book, feeling the wonderful words in the book, and quietly listening to the rain on a rainy night, as if I were in a fantasy world. I open the window to meet these refreshing raindrops, and I can ask my mood to be washed by these summer rains. It was the rain on a summer night that inspired me and made my thinking make a qualitative leap on this rainy night.
I know that the summer rain must have something to do with my hometown. I often wonder if the rain in summer is a lost cloud in my hometown. On the night of homesickness, I quietly shed sad tears to soothe those injured hearts. The summer rain increased my homesickness. How I want to turn into a raindrop, sneak into my hometown in the quiet night and let go of my endless feelings.
In this paragraph, I used the word "yes" to express my affirmation, love, yearning and pursuit for Xia; I used the word "how much I miss" to strongly express that I want to melt into a drop of rain and love the beauty of my hometown gently and quietly. After the publication of Xi Evening News, this essay was reprinted by more than ten newspapers and won the "China Journalist Prose Award" jointly organized by Mei Wen magazine and Xi Evening News.
Direct lyric should also be good at using the word "most" to express one's heart. For example, in the poetic Huayang Drunk Chun Qing, I used "My favorite thing is to see Huayang every year in late spring and early summer." ; Listening to the sound of rain on a summer night, I used the phrase "Every summer, what I like best is to listen to the sound of summer rain quietly on a summer night." ; In "Lotus Pond in My Hometown", I used "I remember when I was studying in middle school, the most unforgettable thing was learning the lesson" Moonlight on the Lotus Pond "written by Mr. Zhu Ziqing." ; In "Wave the Old Time", I used a sentence like this: "Time flies, and it passed in a blink of an eye. What I miss most is the old time when I was a child." . A simple word "drunk", a smooth beginning, a smooth expression of feelings, and a smooth emotional tone for the full text are the most commonly used direct lyric methods, although it seems to be a dull narrative.
Next, I will work with you to understand what relying on lyricism is. Relying on lyricism means attaching your feelings to other things to express your feelings. This kind of lyric is indirect, euphemistic and implicit, which can be said to be an enduring lyric technique and an enduring beauty of lyric prose.
Subordinate lyric prose can be roughly divided into three categories.
One is to express feelings by remembering people and narrating.
The second is to express emotions by attaching to scenery and objects.
Third, the comprehensive use of narrative, description, discussion to express feelings, freehand brushwork.
For example, Lao Wang, a prose by the late famous female writer Jiang Yang, is a classic prose with lyrical characters. The author recalled several fragments of Lao Wang's life, one of which was like this: One day, I heard someone knocking at the door at home, and when I opened the door, Lao Wang was rigidly embedded in the door frame. Usually he sits on a tricycle seat, or walks into my house with ice, and he doesn't look so tall. Maybe he is not so thin and stiff at ordinary times. His face was white and bloodless, and there was a layer on both eyes, so he couldn't tell which one was blind and which one was not. To put it ridiculously, he is like a coffin, like a zombie in my imagination. There is a layer of yellow dry skin on the skeleton, and a stick will break into a pile of bones. I was surprised and said, "Oh, Lao Wang, are you better?"
He "hmm", walked straight in and held out his hands to me. He has a bottle in one hand and a bag in the other.
I'm busy answering. There is sesame oil in the bottle and eggs in the package. I can't remember whether it is ten or twenty, because there are countless in my memory. I don't remember what he said, but the meaning was clear. He gave it to us.
I forced a smile and said, "Lao Wang, why don't you give us all these fresh big eggs?"
He just said, "I won't eat."
I thanked him for his good sesame oil and his big eggs, and then turned and went into the house. He quickly stopped me and said, "I don't want money."
I quickly explained, "I know, I know, but since you're here, there's no need to ask someone to take it."
He may think I'm right and stand and wait for me.
I folded the gray and blue Fang Gezi rags wrapped in his eggs and returned them to him. He turned around stupidly with a cloth in one hand and money in the other. I quickly opened the door for him, stood at the stairs and watched him go downstairs straight, fearing that he would fall down half the stairs. I didn't feel sad until I heard no footsteps. I didn't invite him to sit down for a cup of tea. But I was confused by fear. The stiff body seems to be unable to sit down, and it will break into a pile of bones if it bends a little. I can't imagine how he got home.
After more than ten days, Lao Wang and I met Lao Li in the same hospital. I asked, "What happened to Lao Wang? Is it better? "
"Buried early."
In this article, Mr. Jiang Yang created a poor and humble but kind and honest image of "Lao Wang", expressing the concern, sympathy and respect of the author's family for unfortunate people like Lao Wang. This paper puts forward a thought-provoking question: society should care for the unfortunate in a humanitarian spirit. It can be said that this article is an exquisite masterpiece of Mr. Jiang Yang, and a gentle and kind saint emerges from the paper. She inspired everyone in that ignorant era to be a kind person. A man of integrity. This broad-minded compassion can only be expressed by relying on the image of Lao Wang.
Essays attached to narrative lyricism, such as Mo Huaiqi's "Zou" and Mo Huaiqi's "Zou", are classic junior high school Chinese textbooks. Its language is simple, its structure is simple, its emotion is restrained, its meaning is rich and it exudes the fragrance of orchids. As for the theme of "walking", it is almost agreed that it expresses "sincere feelings between family members"; It reads "the traditional virtue of respecting the old and loving the young and the high sense of mission of middle-aged people to life". Although the two interpretations are different in language expression, their spiritual essence is the same. This interpretation is of course reasonable, but it obviously reduces the author's original intention and filters out the deep thoughts and feelings about life in the text.
As Mo Huaiqi said in The Opportunity to Walk, writing walking is a kind of "feeling of life". Therefore, I think that walking takes this little thing as the carrier of thoughts and feelings, weakens ethics from the perspective of cutting in, strengthens life, and writes the feelings and thoughts on the proposition of life in the bones. Reading Walking should give us a baptism in our understanding of life. The author just uses this little thing to express his feelings and feelings.
The difference stems from the dispute over taking different walks. I'll decide. We can't have it both ways. "However, everything depends on me. My mother is old and used to listening to her strong son. The son is still young and used to listening to the tall father; What about my wife? Outside, she always listens to me. In an instant, I felt the great responsibility. " What the author reveals to people here is the role of a mature and strong life as a mainstay in the family. The full text is only 580 words, and the word "I" appears 24 times, which shows the heavy responsibility. The heavy responsibility comes from the need to bear-back: small back, old back; Young people are duty-bound to carry the whole world on their backs.
So the article finally wrote: "I squatted down to carry my mother, and my wife squatted down to carry my son." Although my mother is tall, she is thin and naturally not heavy; Although my son is fat, he is young and naturally light. But my wife and I walk slowly, steadily and carefully, as if what I carry on my back and what she carries add up to the whole world. "This passage has a profound meaning. It not only highlights the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation, but also implicitly writes "I" and my wife standing at the connection point of the life chain. As individuals, our life is short, but life is the link between the past and the future.
We have to bear the burden of life, which is the responsibility of life. The last sentence reveals the center of this article, where the author's writing intention and emotional sublimation lie. It echoes the fourth section of the article, "All this reminds people of one thing-life", which plays a role in clarifying the theme and deepening the connotation, and is the finishing touch.
Happiness lies in going the wrong way, and life will last forever-the artistic conception of the article is like green tea. Simple words are full of warmth, care and harmony, thoughts, calls and prayers, kindness, filial piety and responsibility; See Gan Kun in a drop of water, with true feelings, rationality and feelings. At first reading, I read natural beauty and human feelings; Read again, and fear ordinary life; At the end of reading, I suddenly felt that I had increased the weight of my life. The lyrical works implied in this incident are unforgettable.
There are three kinds of relying on lyricism. This time, I mainly learn to remember people and express my feelings through narration. Next time, we will learn two other ways of relying on lyricism. Welcome to the next note-taking workshop.