Whenever I get a batch of papers and see unsatisfactory scores, I always feel sad. But it won't take me a little time. I will refresh myself, take a general look at my wrong questions, find out the reasons and give courage to the next exam. In fact, this is also an expression of mood, not to let the bad mood infringe on yourself, but also to protect the good mood. Compared with those students who only complain and lose their grades, I can say "I am in a good mood" without modesty!
Faraday, an American scientist, was in poor health, nervous at work, overworked and very weak when he was young. Seeking treatment in many ways has no effect. Later, a famous doctor examined him. The doctor didn't give him a prescription, but only sent a sentence: "A clown in town is better than a dozen people's doctors."
This shows the importance of a good mood.
The good or bad mood is also easy to show from a person's behavior. People who are in a good mood are positive, cheerful and sincere in their attitude and expression. Facing my heart, I can say "I have a good mood" without fear!
Let's be people in a good mood! A good mood is good for us.
2. Mo Yan and his mother went to sell cabbage, and Mo Yan wrote a composition for the elderly 1 point.
1967 winter, when I was 12 years old, one morning near the Spring Festival, my mother walked around the room with a bitter face and a heavy heart. Sometimes she opened a corner of the kang mat and shook off some wheat straw under the kang. Sometimes she opened the drawer of the old table and pulled out some rags and threads. Mother sighed and looked up from time to time, glancing at three cabbages hanging on the wall. Finally, my mother fixed her eyes on the cabbage, studied it carefully, and finally made up her mind, calling my birth name and saying:
Social struggle, find a basket ...?
"Mom," I asked sadly, "are you going to let them go?
"Today is a big episode." Mother said heavily. ?
"But, as you promised, this is what we keep for the New Year ..." Tears welled up before I finished. ?
Mother's eyes were moist, but she didn't cry. She said angrily, "What's it like to be such a big man and always wipe your tears?" ! " ?
"We planted 104 Chinese cabbages and sold 101, leaving only these three ... we agreed to keep the Chinese New Year and the Chinese New Year package for jiaozi ..." I sobbed. ?
Mother approached me, lifted her skirt and wiped the tears from my face. I put my face on my mother's chest and sobbed unjustly. I felt my mother stroking my head with rough hands, and I smelled the wrinkled cabbage leaves on her skirt. ? Through blindfolded tears, I saw my mother pick the biggest cabbage from the small nail nailed to the wall. Mother picked the second big tree. Finally, the smallest tree, round and shaped like a monk's head, broke free from the pegs and squeezed into the basket. I know this cabbage like the back of my hand. Because it grew in the corner of the line closest to the roadside, it was trampled by calves or children when it was a child, so it never grew up. When other cabbages grow to the size of a washbasin, it only has a big bowl. Found it small and pitiful, we took special care of it when watering and fertilizing. Once I spilled a handful of chemical fertilizer around it behind my mother's back, and it faded the next day. After mother knew the truth, she quickly changed the surrounding soil to make it survive. Later, although it was still very small, it was already full. At the time of harvest, my mother patted it and said to me emotionally, "Look, look …" At that moment, my mother's face was filled with a precious happy expression, as if she had photographed a child who had finally grown up after suffering.
3. How did the old lady and mother return the cabbage when Mo Yan was selling it? Imagine the composition 1. "A few wax sticks were broken at the bottom of the basket, and the smallest cabbage jumped out of the basket and rolled into the roadside ditch with Bai Bing. My mother patted me on the head and scolded me, "poor guy!" " Then, she hopped her little feet, shook her arm, carefully but hurriedly walked to the bottom of the ditch and lifted the cabbage. I saw that the root of Chinese cabbage was broken, but it was not neat, and it was connected with several tendons and skins. I knew I had made a big mistake, stood under the basket and cried, "I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it ..."
(1) Mom beat and scolded me, and I cried?
Analysis: It shows the significance of these cabbages to me, my mother and even the whole family, because it is the only thing that can be sold at home and also reflects our poverty from the side.
② Which words express the weight of Chinese cabbage in the mother's heart?
Analysis: tiptoe, be careful, hurry and hug.
2. "She shook her head. It seems too expensive. But instead of leaving, she squatted down, uncovered the broken sheepskin and rummaged through three cabbages in our house. She pulled out the half-broken root of the smallest cabbage. Then she poked our cabbages one by one with bent and shriveled fingers. She curled her lips and said that our cabbage was not tightly rolled. "
This passage describes a very picky old lady.
(2) Why should the novel focus on the old lady?
Analysis: writing this picky old lady, first, sets off the kindness of the mother; The second is to promote the development of the plot: arouse my "bad feelings" towards the old lady, and set the stage for me to deliberately calculate a dime more.
3. "The old lady murmured in a low voice, took out a dirty handkerchief from her waist, opened it layer by layer, revealing a pile of paper tickets, and then put her finger into her mouth, stained with saliva, counting one by one. She finally gave the counted money to her mother, and her mother counted it one by one. "
What does the detailed description of "one number at a time" show?
Analysis: It shows that extremely poor people attach great importance to every penny and are very cautious.
Read the last part and think.
1. Why is Mom crying? What kind of quality can this reflect?
Analysis: The mother was so ashamed that her son asked the buyer for more money that she shed tears. This can reflect the noble quality of mother's honesty.
2. The novel begins with: "My mother's eyes are wet, but she didn't cry. She said impatiently,' What's it like for such a big man to wipe his tears!' "At that time, my mother was helpless in the face of difficulties, but why didn't she cry?
Analysis: This shows that mom is a strong woman, no matter how poor she is, she can survive.
3. What are the complex emotions contained in my mother's "voice that I will never forget"?
Analysis: blame, disappointment, sadness, sadness, expectation.
4. Why can't I ever forget my mother's tears?
Analysis: My strong mother shed tears for the first time because of my dishonest behavior, which touched me greatly, made me understand the truth of being a man and urged me to persist in pursuing honesty in my later life.
Fourth, expand thinking.
In that era of extreme poverty, my mother earnestly warned me to be honest and not to be greedy for other people's money. How valuable, in today's materialistic society, how can we uphold our own integrity?
4. Mo Yan's "Selling Cabbages" mainly wrote those things: "'We planted 104 cabbages and sold10/0, leaving only these three ...' We agreed to keep the Chinese New Year, and we agreed to keep it for jiaozi ...' I choked. "
This sad passage is a passage in an article entitled "Selling Cabbage" written by Mo Yan in the Thanksgiving Reading Series "Thanksgiving Life". A cabbage, for a rich family, is just a change on the dining table, and it can't be a big meal, but for children from poor families, it may be the whole meaning of the New Year.
This article tells the story that the author failed to sell cabbage with his mother when he was a child, because he overestimated other people's money. Although the children are eager to eat delicious Chinese cabbage jiaozi in the new year, the poor life has dashed this little hope.
But childhood memories may spur the author for a lifetime. In the article, we appreciate the bitterness of life with the author.
However, in people's satiated life, they often forget their poverty. For example, when someone comes out of a star-rated hotel and sees those poor beggars on the roadside, they not only refuse to help, but even abuse and beat them.
These people forget that they were born poor. For example, students in our school only choose their favorite dishes when they eat, and all the ones they don't like are poured into the slop bucket.
They all forgot the poem "pity the peasants"; I forgot that the high fees I paid at school were all the hard-earned money of my parents. Once, I was playing in the street with my friends and overheard a conversation between a father and son.
"Dad, just give me 15 yuan. Today is my classmate's birthday. I always wanted to do what I said! " The son said. Father sighed: "Why do your classmates celebrate their birthdays every day?" ? Oh, it's really ... ""But all the students gave it to me, so I'm embarrassed not to give it. "
The son pleaded, "Dad, please!" The father had no choice but to take out 15 yuan from his wallet and give it to his son. A sigh came from the father's mouth: "Alas ... today's children have learned to show off at an early age and learn to talk about ostentation and extravagance.
At the best time, send homemade greeting cards, bookmarks and so on ... "As we get farther and farther away from poverty, wealth can tell us more about what happened to our predecessors. Life is really hard-won, so we should cherish the happy life we have now.
5. Paragraph analysis of Mo Yan's Selling Cabbage
The beginning (paragraph 1-9): As the year is approaching, my mother, who was forced by poverty, made up her mind to sell three cabbages originally reserved for jiaozi for the Chinese New Year.
Development (paragraph 10-26): the process of mother and son going to the market to sell cabbage.
Ending (paragraph 27 -3 1): Because I overcharged the buyer by ten cents, the cabbage was returned, and my mother shed tears, which I will never forget.
Extended data:
Selling Cabbage was once selected by writers as the annual collection of short stories, and was also selected by Mo Yan himself as his own collection of essays, and was also published as a short story in the supplement of Evening News. The current short story "short story cavity" is very boring. This is a novel without a "cavity", which was written by everyone. Remember Mo Yan once said, what is style?
Style means that a writer has his own unique narrative tone that is not confused with others. This unique tone not only refers to the language, but also refers to the unique atmosphere created by all factors, such as the type of story he is used to choosing, the way he handles the story, the form he uses when telling the story and so on. In this sense, this is another novel with "cavity".
"Selling Cabbage" is one of Mo Yan's series of works "Memories of Time Past". Mo Yan's writing style is simple and sincere, and his unique understanding of life is revealed between the lines. The article tells the hardships and sorrows of farmers' life in a special era, but the strong backbone supports generation after generation. Through a bitter memory, the article depicts a strong, self-respecting and honest mother image.
Sogou encyclopedia-selling cabbage
6.( 1) Chinese reading "Selling Cabbage" Mo Yan's article comes from: reading "Selling Cabbage" in primary and secondary schools, completing the question 15- 17.
(*** 16) Selling Cabbage Mo Yan (1) 1967 In the winter, when I was 12 years old, one morning near the Spring Festival, my mother walked around the house with a bitter face, and sometimes opened a corner of the kang mat, with some grass beds on the kang. Mother sighed and looked up from time to time, glancing at three cabbages hanging on the wall.
Finally, my mother fixed her eyes on the cabbage, studied it carefully, and finally made up her mind to call out my birth name, saying: (2) "Social struggle, today is a big episode, go and find a basket ..." (3) "But, as you promised, this is what we reserved for jiaozi during the New Year ..." Tears welled up before I finished. Mother's eyes were moist, but she didn't cry. She said angrily, "What a big man! He always wipes his tears! " She approached me, lifted her skirt and wiped the tears from my face.
I put my face on my mother's chest and sobbed unjustly. I felt my mother stroking my head with rough hands, and I smelled the wrinkled cabbage leaves on her skirt.
The market is in the next village, which is three miles away from our home. The wind is very cold, the sun is very sunny and weak, and it seems that I have to go out at any time.
My hands are numb. I don't know when the basket fell to the ground. The smallest cabbage jumped out of the basket and rolled into the roadside ditch with Bai Bing.
My mother patted me on the head. Knowing that I had made a big mistake, I stood under the basket and cried and said, "I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it ..." My mother was angry at first when she put the cabbage in the basket, but when she saw that I really cried, her face softened, and she didn't hit me or scold me again. She squatted down and put the stick on her shoulder. I helped her stand up straight.
All landowners finally arrived at the set. My mother asked me to go to school, and I wanted to go, but I saw an old lady coming towards our cabbage.
She asked the price of cabbage in a hoarse voice. Mother answered her.
The old lady bent down and began to turn over our three cabbages. She plucked the unbroken root from the top half of the smallest cabbage, then poked at our cabbage one by one, curled her lips and said that our cabbage was not tightly rolled.
I am full of ill feelings towards the old lady. You just broke our cabbage root, but you shouldn't say that our cabbage rolls are not tight. The old lady began to tear at the layer of dried cabbage on the smallest Chinese cabbage.
I was very angry and stabbed her: "Don't tear it, how can we sell it if you tear it?" Pet-name ruby "aunt, don't tear it. At this time, the cabbage has dropped five or six layers and has become a nucleus. " Mother also persuaded her.
Finally, she tore up all the dried vegetables, revealing fresh and white vegetables. In the cold wind, our cabbage gives off the smell of My Sweetie.
This cabbage, wrapped in jiaozi, tastes delicious! The old lady stood up with cabbage and asked her mother to weigh herself. She put her face almost on the balance beam and looked at the scale star carefully.
The attending finally checked the weight, and the old lady said, "I won't settle accounts." ⑾ Because of migraine, my mother didn't figure it out for a while and said to me, "Social fighting, you count."
I found a straw and made a good deal on the ground with the multiplication I just learned. I reported a number, and my mother repeated the number I reported.
⑿ "Isn't it wrong?" The old lady stared at me distrustfully. [13] "Just do the math yourself."
I said. [14] The old lady took out a dirty handkerchief from her waist, opened it layer by layer, revealing a stack of paper tickets, and then put her finger into her mouth, stained with saliva, and counted one by one.
She finally gave the counted money to her mother. Mother is also a place.
When I came home from school, I saw my mother sitting in front of the stove in a daze as soon as I entered the room. The wax basket is next to her, and all three cabbages are in the basket. The youngest one was severely frostbitten because the old lady stripped its stem.
My heart suddenly sank, knowing that the worst had happened. Mother looked up and looked at me with red eyes. After a long time, she said in a voice that I will never forget, "Son, how could you do this?" How can you count another dime? "Mom," I cried, "I ⒄ ..." ⒅ "You embarrassed mom today ..." Mother said, and two lines of tears hung on her cheeks.
This is the first time I have seen my strong mother cry, and I still feel sad when I think about it. (with deletion) 15. The article revolves around "selling cabbage". Please read the article and fill in the form.
(5 points) The mood of the storyline "I" ① Don't give up. I accidentally dropped the cabbage. The old lady picked cabbage. The angry cabbage was returned by the old lady. At the end of the article, I wrote, "I still feel sad when I think about it." Please tell me the reason why the author is still sad. (4 points) A: 17. Mother's eyes have two descriptions. Please describe and analyze the image of your mother through these two details.
(not less than 150 words) (7 points) A:-dividing line.