Inges. White, the daughter of a pioneer family in America, wrote it based on her early experience.
Main content: Roland lives with his parents, mother, sister Mary and sister Linlin in a cabin in a big forest near Ping Pei, Wisconsin. Throughout the year, the natural scenery changes endlessly, and their family life is warm and sweet. My father hunts and cultivates the land, my mother does housework and takes care of the children, and my father tells stories, plays the piano and sings to the children in his spare time, which is full of fun.
This novel has become a classic of modern children's literature. Roland is naive, curious, delicate and lively, very sensitive to things and has a strong aesthetic ability. As she grew older, she also showed the virtues of diligence, courage, tenacity and love for freedom.
Roland's experience is so colorful. I think Roland's life is better than it is now. I really want to travel through just visiting and experience it in Roland's life.
They can go to the dance and make cheese, sandwiches and many other things they can do, but now, mom and dad will definitely say, "These are all junk food. Go back words and do your homework. "
The Roland family lives by hunting. Life is hard, but it is happy. Their family life has nothing in common with my present life.
We live surrounded by textbooks and test papers every day, so naturally we are far away from us and can't understand the hardships of life. But Roland lives in beautiful nature. They both struggle with nature and live in harmony with nature. Well done!
After reading this book, I was deeply attracted by the Roland family, as if I had spent a special time with them.
2. A cabin in the forest (1) A long time ago, in a small farmhouse, the Smiths were in full swing and they were about to take a hot air balloon trip.
Their three children curiously surrounded the hot air balloon and stared at the behemoth in front of them. They are Fengfeng, Zidie and Avon, two girls and a boy. Hussein jumped up excitedly and barked at such a big balloon.
Mrs. Smith is busy helping Mr. Smith carry most of their belongings into the hot air balloon. It is a very big hot air balloon with red and yellow patterns on it. It looks really beautiful from a distance, but you can't see anything nearby because it's too big to put all their furniture in. First, they put a small wardrobe in the top corner on the left side of the hot air balloon, which contains eight clothes for each of them, two for spring, summer, autumn and winter, some daily necessities and five tin cup.
On the right side of the wardrobe, there is enough water for the six of them for a week. Besides the five of them, there is also a hot air balloon manager, who will be the driver of this trip. There are five bags full of grain on the left side of the wardrobe. When they finish eating, they can park their balloons in town and buy some second-hand grain. The grain in the bag includes wheat, corn, some beans and some dog food.
In the lower right corner of the balloon, there are four folding beds. They sleep on it at night. Don't worry about balloons. He has been well trained by Pete, and will float slowly in the air all night. There is also a square table, six wooden stools, a cupboard full of pots and pans, and many matches for cooking. There is also a box, which contains many sundries, such as bullets, guns, nails, hammers and other tools, as well as needle and thread used by Mrs. Kathy to sew clothes, and so on. After everything is ready, I can't bear to part with my neighbors. It will take them a year.
The two naughty little girls, Zidie and Avon, knew nothing but kept laughing. They are so excited! Peter began to pull the balloon rope. Soon, the balloon began to rise slowly. Their family looked at the land and the village where they had lived for many years, as if they would never come back until the village disappeared from their eyes and became a small black spot. They just looked away from the sky. Ah! It turns out that the scenery on the trip is so beautiful! Every one of them can't help sighing! There are green plains and mountains in the distance, but those things are very small to them. They are all at an altitude of 3 thousand meters. At this point, it was already noon. They flew for a long time and enjoyed the scenery for a long time. They are all tired. So Mrs Kathy took out a pot, filled it with water, lit the fire and started cooking. Soon, the fragrance filled the air and the food was ready. Each of them has a bowl, a bottle of French wine and three plates on the table. What a sumptuous lunch! After dinner, Avon won't forget to leave some plates for Hussein.
After dinner, Xiao Zidie helped her mother wash the dishes together, and everyone else fell asleep. An hour later, the balloon came back to life.
After flying for a while, they saw a lush forest surrounded by a stream as thin as a line ... Suddenly, they heard Pete's "Ah".
One day, there was terrible news for Wilbur the pig: Wilbur's future fate turned out to be delicious bacon and ham in people's mouths.
As a pig, you can only be slaughtered. However, Charlotte, the seemingly small spider, said, "I'll save you."
This sentence seems to make Wilbur see hope. One day, the word "ace pig" appeared on Charlotte's internet.
This shocked the Zuckerman family. Soon, the news spread all over the county; Soon, everyone knew this little pig Wilbur.
Another day, the word "amazing" appeared on Charlotte's internet. These words completely reversed Wilbur's fate and won him a special award in the market.
After the market ended, there was no one over the market. Among thousands of people who have been to the market, no one knows that a spider once played the most important role.
When Charlotte died, no one was with her.
4. Comments on Zhang Meixi's Cabin in the Woods This book was written by Zhang Meixi, the wife of the famous painter Huang Yongyu. The book is written in a childlike novel format and tells a childhood story that happened in Daxing 'anling. Seemingly fictional, in fact, everything is true. There are many animal characters in the story, chipmunks and big black bears coexist, which is funny. This book is illustrated by Huang Yongyu himself. This preface is written for his daughter Henny. It is extremely rare for a family to have the same memory.
"When we were young. . . . . . "The elder said to the child. Next, they will say, there was nothing when I was a child, I dared not do anything when I was a child, what I could see and dream when I was a child. . . . . Opening this set of books is like opening an old photo of Zhang Zhengui. The old photos have turned yellow or the corners are broken. Each photo tells a story and reflects an era. Few people will remember the appropriate texts they read as children, but the memories of the great writers in the textbooks are hidden in a corner of our minds. The back of Zhu Ziqing's father, Lu Xun's childhood partner, and Bing Xin's little orange lamp. . . . . . These images are blurred by time, but will never be erased. We met one writer after another and walked into their world. Scholars capture eternal moments from secular details, and then they also enter the palace of literature.
What kind of childhood is beautiful? China's parents, who grew up in the 1960s and 1970s, find it difficult to answer this question, because most of them did not have a colorful childhood. "In my long childhood, I don't remember fairy tales, candy, games, and excessive doting from adults. I remember poverty. I remember a dim light bulb of 15 watt shining on our family, wet brick floor without cement, and simple furniture with musty smell. . . . . . "Su Tong's childhood impression is familiar to many people. But poverty and loneliness do not mean poverty and emptiness of the soul, nor do they mean lack of interest. The warmest memory of childhood is what I played. At that time, toys were almost luxury, and entertainment was almost equal to luxury, but nature could provide children with many places to play and playthings. Bi Feiyu and his friends hold a "mulberry party" from time to time. Every fart child finds his own branch on a mulberry tree and sits down to make his own "big decision". Braid sister's baby toy is the "big bedroom" of silkworm baby. In the middle of the night, she turned on the light and looked at the box. "Some little creatures living on the thick flannel layer are moving, like dim white cotton threads. She squatted there and watched the silkworm baby eat mulberry leaves. . . ..
5. What poems describe "quiet mountains"? 1. At the end of the fireworks, find a pure land, watch the prosperity fall, listen to the birds, and lean on your ears. Quiet mountain forests, open up one side of the water and soil, enjoy one side of the sky, smell one side of Lin Qing, and let him die. Find an uninhabited valley, build a wooden house, pave a bluestone path, and feel at ease with you in the morning bell and dusk drum.
2. Quiet mountain forest, open up one side of the water and soil, enjoy one side of the sky, smell a piece of clear forest, and watch the bloom flowers fall with you.
At this time, the spring is bright, the spring breeze is blowing, everything is comfortable, and birds are singing in it. This is a great spring breeze. At this time, when you are in the mountains, find a quiet place, take a pot of good wine and drink it, and worship the sky and the beautiful world with wine.
Time changes with the rising sun and rain and dew. I am wandering in this long journey, trying to find the flavor. In midsummer, everything is beautiful, some are picked up and some are forgotten. Finally, they all touched every beam of light in this generation's summer. Deep blue shines in the moonlight, and the quiet mountain forest is cold in the bath. I don't know where I am or whether the world is right or wrong.
The moonlight is faint, and a deep and shallow dark green is outlined in the dense forest. The air is so silent that even the sound of insects can't be heard. Only the occasional wind passing over the grass tips cuts out subtle sounds in the forest. If there is no sound, the whole mountain forest will be deeper. It was so quiet that no one passed by.
6. I want to go for a walk in the forest alone, where it is very quiet and I can piece together my feelings. I want to be there, forget you, practice alone and sleep without you.
7. You said you like quiet, and I gave up the noisy life for you; You said that you like to be alone, and I will accompany you to live in seclusion in the mountains; You said you wanted a bright star, sorry! It's too high for me to reach!
8. Many years later, if I go to Siguniang Mountain, it will not be quiet in the forest, but just a hole in the cliff. After many years, if I go wandering, it is not for the beauty of mountains and rivers, but for you along the way.
9. Deep mountains and dense forests, the tree-lined mountain roads on both sides are covered with thick pine needles. In the afternoon, the sun emits a pungent smell of turpentine, and birds occasionally make clear calls like shadows.
10, the wind is clear and the clouds are light, with clear water and green mountains. People who cross the gorge are not born. Look at the size of heaven and earth and the complexity of trees. I can't stand it. A bird sings. Talking about the sky and talking about the land, I don't know who my confidant is.
6. Do me a favor. Do you want an American, classical or modern article describing mountains? Narrative or prose?
Is this all right?
My castle in the air
Mount Li Lewei is like a forehead, and the hut is like a mole on his forehead. Very fresh and natural, my hut is delicately located at a gentle angle on the ridge. There are many beautiful things in the world that need some embellishment, and so do mountains. The appearance of the hut broke the loneliness of the mountain, just like the endless water floating across a sail and the endless sky flying over a wild goose. It is a little smart color on the pure background, a little life and a little mood in the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers. The hut is decorated with mountains. What will the hut be decorated with? That's a tree! There is a pure green non-flowering tree on the mountain; Flowers are beautiful, and the beauty of trees is not inferior to flowers. Flowers are like human faces and trees are like human gestures. The beauty of a tree lies in its clear posture, tall and straight posture, slim and graceful posture, vitality and full of energy! With so many trees, the hut has many characteristics. This tree is always swaying gently. The movement of trees shows the tranquility of the hut; The height of the tree shows the narrowness of the hut; The cabin is unique and outstanding because there are trees all over the mountain, which has arranged a wonderful green background for the cabin. There is a big tree above the roof behind the hut, with thin and dense branches and leaves stretching on it, and the beautiful and heavy shade covers the hut. This tree gives people another impression of the hut, which is subtle and elegant. From another angle, the close-up view changed into a distant view, but the hut changed its position and appeared on the top of other trees. This angle is seen from a distance at the foot of the mountain. The first thing I saw was the trees in front of the hut, which covered the hut, revealing only some architectural lines, a lively upturned eaves and a row of neat patterned roof tiles among the trees. A piece of blue, that is the wall; They are all white. That's the window. My hut looms among the trees, rises from the ground and has an elegant posture. Essentially a house; In the situation, it is like a bird and a butterfly, perched on a branch, light and free! The cabin is limited by land. On the "territory", there is only a limited point. On the limited land, the house is smaller than the land, the garden is smaller than the house and the road in the garden is smaller than the garden. This path is my pocket garden avenue. The opposite of "territory" is "airspace", but the theory of "airspace" is infinite enough to lift a thousand miles and pitch the world. There are green hills on the left and green fields on the right. Suitable for spiritual walking and eye swimming, this is what the ancients said. This infinite "airspace" is my open-air yard. A tangible wall surrounds some flowers, such as wisteria, Chinese rose, morning glory and poinsettia. The arc connecting heaven and earth is another invisible fence, also surrounded by some flowers, flowery, flaky, red, white, gorgeous and falling. Maybe it's a peony, or a peony rewarded by God. We call it cloud or summer. The air on the mountain is particularly fresh, and the fresh air makes me feel fragrant! The light is bright, and the light in the hut is bright, because the house is small and there are many windows. The exception is dawn or dusk, when there is only a glimmer of light, a kind of softness and tranquility on the mountain. The hut is in the embrace of the mountain, just like in the bud, which slowly opens a little, as if the mountain is retreating a little. The mountain didn't move, because the light intensified, but it reached the foot of the mountain in the morning. When the petals are slightly folded, it is night. The light in the hut is higher than the temporality of science and the romanticism of literature. The mountain environment is independent and quiet. Being in the cabin is to enjoy the happiness of the world, to enjoy enough sleep and a beautiful dream every day. The main service road is a mountain road similar to Suhua Highway, which is surrounded by mountains and waters, facing the green sea and high hillside with undulating rice waves. Mountain roads and slopes are not convenient for driving, but they are convenient for me to walk. Going out, the cabin is the starting point of my happiness; When I come back, the cabin is the final destination of my happiness. Wandering back and forth between happiness and happiness, where is the hard road? I just feel that going out is as light as a fly, and the mountain road automatically retreats; When I came back, I jumped over those slopes with a little excitement. I named the hillside the ladder of happiness, and the mountain road was called the air corridor by me! I regard everything I use as art, and the first work of art in my life is the hut. It's clear during the day and hazy at night. Every dark night, there are thousands of bright lights at the foot of the mountain, and scattered lights shine on the mountain. The lights at the foot of the mountain illuminate the darkness, and the lights on the mountain illuminate the darkness, as light as smoke and as light as fog, and the shadows in the mountains are ethereal. The hut disappeared into the scene of the smoke tower. It is no longer a clear hut, but a castle in the air under the smog, the starry sky and the moon shadow! This castle in the air occupies a favorable position, which can save a lot of interior design and other decorations. Although there are no birds, there are birds singing every morning. There is no need to hang photos. There is a huge painting outside the door called Nature.
7. After reading 400 words, how to write "I often have my bread and butter for lunch. At noon, I read the newspaper that wrapped them and sat on the pine branches I cut. Their fragrance is dyed on the bread because I have a thick layer of resin on my hand. "
I love the words written by Mr. Thoreau, faint and faint. I can smell the scent of turpentine and bread from a distance by inhaling it with my nose. Looking back at Walden Lake, Mr. Thoreau's morning alone really touched me, so I began to dream of going to the forest and building my own cabin in the forest, not living in seclusion like Tao Qian, but living a pure life like Mr. Thoreau.
I used to expect to have a library, but now I just need a book. I want to take this Walden Lake to the forest. I will try my best to read it. I know my qualifications are dull, and I just want to read this book all my life.
I really appreciate Mr. Wang's view that "books should be written carefully and implicitly, and read carefully and implicitly." I first read Walden Lake on New Year's Eve. It's noisy outside and the firecrackers are deafening. I read it in a hurry, only to find it boring. Reading again is in a quiet afternoon. I was wandering around the study and saw this sentence when I was looking through the letters. I immediately settled down to read patiently, only to find that it was wonderful and full of understanding. Books are good books, good words, good talents, self-contained and unique. As the translator said in the preface, it is a lonely book, a lonely book and a person's book. Maybe you'd better calm down before you open this book.
I will take this book to my cabin in the forest.
One book is enough.
I had great expectations for the living room before, but now I only need three chairs, just like my husband said, "I use one when I am lonely, two when I make friends, and three when I socialize."
Sitting in an old-fashioned armchair, rocking, wearing loose light blue pajamas, singing my own songs, vague lyrics, vague tunes, and finally being simple. When you are tired of singing, you will calm down and listen carefully. The cherry trees in the forest are almost crazy. The clicking sound is as vivid, fast and stable as the tide. When the wind blows, my heart is peaceful and practical.
When a confidant visits, move a chair and you sit opposite me. We gathered around the warm stove and listened to the crackling singing of firewood. We talked about some sweet and warm memories, some uncertain dreams, happiness and sadness, all of which were blown away by the wind.
I also welcome my friends. But I only have three chairs, so my friends are busy playing the game of grabbing chairs, and it is a pleasure to compete with each other. When the fun was over, friends got up and left. Friends, I will send you out with a smile and gently say when you will come again. Please come to my cabin in the forest when you are free. There are three chairs for you to play with, and there is the purest friendship here.
I will take three chairs to my cabin in the forest.
Only three is enough. ,
I used to expect a big garden, but now I just need a hoe.
Outside the house is a wasteland. Before dawn, I will go out with a hoe and start a day's work there. In fact, I'm not sure if I can hold a hoe, and if I can "plant beans in the south mountain and the grass is full of bean sprouts" like Tao Qian, but that's just as well. The harvest does not affect my mood. I can simply "pick chrysanthemums under the hedge and see Nanshan leisurely."
Or use Mr. Wang's words as an excuse, "Farming used to be a sacred art, but we are in a hurry and at sixes and sevens. Our goal is only a big countryside and a bumper harvest." I don't know if this sentence applies to the farmer's uncle who is looking forward to a bumper harvest, but please allow me to understand it as-simply live with a rich heart and live poetically with a heart of daily necessities.
It's disappointing to be busy with farm work and plan this year's harvest. When I plow, I always look up unconsciously, looking at the lonely sky, floating clouds, lakes and mountains, until I forget God. The hustle and bustle of the materialistic city buried many people's free and simple hearts, and it was our endless desire that dug the grave.
I will go to my cabin in the forest with a hoe.
One hand is enough.
I hope that many years later, I can write the following words in my cabin in the forest:
"I often go to farm with a hoe, rest at noon, sit in a mottled armchair and read Walden. The yellow pages are scented with beans, because my red beans are ripe. "
Remarks: It is definitely not plagiarism! ! !
8. cabin in the forest > the feeling of reading the word 100 is very necessary. Do you long for a cabin in the forest? This is not a psychological test. Everyone once longed to have his own cabin in the forest, perhaps on the mountain, perhaps by the river, perhaps in the beautiful fields.
With the hut, we have a place to rest, no longer need to wander, no longer need to be lonely. From now on, we will live with people we like. It's just that everyone yearns for a different era for the hut in the forest.
The cabin in the forest and other things in life are all about timing. Some people love freedom and like to fly around. He only needs a tree and never wants to have a hut in the forest.
Some people pursue a cabin in their own forest. One day, he found that he didn't need these, and he didn't know who he was.
After living together for many years, he lost his freedom, lost himself, longed for loneliness and wanted to have his own world. Everything in the past is no longer what he wants to pursue today
After all, the cabin in the forest I want to leave is full of fear; Without it, you will suffocate. Love has reached a critical point, which is the pursuit of self.
We risk losing love to pursue a new world. In the end, maybe nothing.
Sometimes, we can't help but think of the days when we lived in a log cabin in the forest. We have worked hard to find the dream in our hearts, why should we leave again? We often equate love with hope, expectation and commitment, and that tiny happiness.
As I grew older, I realized that there was not much youth to squander. The cabin in the forest is not only a prison, but also a gentle world.