1. Parallel Narrative Style Looking at Life Calmly by Yu Qiuyu Living is really tiring, some people sigh like this; Living is really boring, and even more people sigh like this; Living is really beautiful, but I like to be so attached to life. After searching for thousands of reasons, I found out: life appears different from other people in my field of vision, not because life has given me any difference, but simply because my mind is full of these two things. One word: calm. I am calm, so my heart is beautiful. My heart is beautiful, so my life is also beautiful. I once saw those holiday fishermen going out early in the morning and carrying empty fish baskets home under the sunset, still singing joyfully all the way. I couldn't help but be surprised: how could they still be so happy after waiting all day but getting nothing? Manhuai’s answer to me was: If the fish doesn’t bite my hook, that’s its fault. What I caught is a day’s happiness! For fishermen, happiness is the best fish they can catch. - Calmness is a kind of optimism after frustration. I once saw those female textile workers who worked the midnight shift, with tired faces intertwined with smiles as bright as the morning sun. I thought: How can this kind of profession be unsatisfactory? The answer given to me is: There is always only one princess, but if no one weaves so many colorful brocades for her, there will be no princess at all! For the weaver, it turns out that the most beautiful piece of cloth is worn on his body! Calmness is an adjustment when you are depressed. I once saw an old man who had been sweeping the streets for more than 30 years. He swept a long street spotlessly every day, allowing people who worked the morning shift to walk through it. I thought: After so many decades of life, can this old man be said to be the one who has the most unhappy life in this small town? The answer given to me was: I am the only one who sweeps this street the cleanest. For street sweepers, it turns out that the thing they sweep cleanest is their own heart. Calmness is a kind of self-confidence in the ordinary... Suddenly I thought of Rabindranath Tagore's most famous poem: "The sky leaves no trace of the bird, but I have flown through it." Isn't this exactly the response to "calmness"? Best explanation? Yes, for many things, we cannot predict the success or failure, nor can we afford it. We just need to do our best to gain the peace and happiness after giving in; there are many people who we cannot fathom and cannot guard against. Often when we want to get closer, others have already set up barriers. We don't have to worry about it. The only thing we can do is to show our sincerity and tolerance when we have to face them. If we seize many choices, it is possible to achieve our success, but we lose opportunities again and again. It doesn't matter. It's just that fate deprives you of the right to live a noble life, but it does not deprive you of the right to live calmly! Remember: without the depth of the blue sky, there can be the elegance of white clouds; without the magnificence of the sea, there can be the elegance of the creek; without the fragrance of the wilderness, there can be the greenness of the grass! There is no bystander seat in life, we can always find our own position, our own light source, and our own voice! Only when we have a beautiful mind can we live calmly, and only then can life give us a happy experience. (938 words) Teacher’s comment: The structure of this article is parallel, using three parallel central sentences to string together the full text, which has become the main structure of the article; the content uses things about familiar characters in the author’s life, classic selection, full of life flavor; connotation In terms of language, it can comprehend philosophy from life and teach readers a philosophy of life, allowing people to live a calm and magnanimous life, forming a contrast with the current impetuous life; in terms of language, the language of life and the language of literature are used intertwinedly, which has the meaning of life. It is simple and has literary connotations, especially the language behind "remember", which is intended to visualize the philosophy of life and has the meaning and image of poetry. Therefore, this article is deeply loved by readers. two. Synonymous expanded form, commonly used to mean "clean" Jin Kaicheng My late father was a mysophobia and required everything in his life to be clean. So I’ve been smelling the benefits of cleanliness since I was a kid. But at that time, I thought that this word only meant cleanness and was applicable to food, clothing, housing and transportation. The first time I expanded my concept of "cleanness" beyond my daily life was watching Peking Opera. Since I was interested in Peking Opera, I often read articles about opera in newspapers and periodicals. From this, we can see that when commenting on Wu Sheng's acting skills, he always talks about whether his movements are "clean" or "unclean". After reading more, I realize that "clean" does not mean cleanliness in daily life, but refers to quick and clean movements. But although I understand the meaning, I still can't identify what kind of actions are "clean" when watching the show.
Until one day when I was watching a performance by local fans, I saw an old student shaking his sleeves. After shaking it several times, the sleeves were not in place; or even after shaking them, his hands were still not exposed. Then I saw another man with a painted face. As soon as he came on the stage, he stepped on the front hem of the python robe with his boot and he fell down on the stage. The whole audience burst into laughter, but at this moment I seemed to have a realization, that is, it is indeed very important to feel the "cleanness" of the movements more realistically. When I was in the third grade of junior high school, I watched the performance of Peking Opera Wusheng master Gai Jingtian for the first time. In a mood of aesthetic surprise, I felt that my understanding of the word "clean" had made great progress. This is mainly because the "cleanness" of Gai Jingtian's movements seems to have reached its peak, which makes me truly feel that only when the movements are "clean" can the beauty of Peking Opera dance be fully expressed. In this way, I began to associate "clean" with "beautiful" in my feelings. But the exact relationship between the two was not quite clear at that time. The "memory image" of Gai Jingtian's "heroic figure" has remained in my mind for a long time, and this "image" is still very tense. Because when I watch any art that requires the use of vision (such as calligraphy, painting, sculpture, dance and various operas, etc.), I can't help but pay attention to whether the artistic expression is "clean"; and I always feel that it looks good only if it is "clean" , talented. Of course, the expression forms and means of various arts are very different, but the feeling of "cleanness" or "uncleanness" they give me is similar and interlinked. Further awareness of "cleanness" came from watching basketball games. During college, a famous "national player" came to school to participate in an exhibition match; the physical education teacher standing next to me while watching was full of praise for him, especially emphasizing his "clear movements." I suddenly thought, doesn’t “moving clearly” mean “moving cleanly”? So I asked the teacher, how can I "move clearly" when playing basketball? He replied: "The skills must be very skilled, the reaction must be quick, and the judgment must be accurate. In this way, there will not be a lot of unnecessary actions." This sentence reminded me of many low-level games I have seen in the past. There are always a large number of actions that are redundant, messy, and ineffective, and therefore do not give people a sense of "clearness" or "cleanness." In this way, isn’t “cleanness” an expression of accuracy in movement? This brings to mind all kinds of artistic creations. Anything that makes people look "clean" is of course a manifestation of artistic accuracy. This is obviously very important, because when an artist materializes his own creative power into an object that can be examined and observed, only when the artistic operation is highly accurate can the creative power be fully and appropriately expressed. Therefore accuracy is of great significance in the creation of beauty. I sometimes feel that if people pay close attention to something, they will often receive relevant information unexpectedly. Around the late 1970s, one of my teachers talked to me about article writing, and Qiqia said, "No matter what article you write, it must give people a sense of cleanliness." I thought "clean" also meant "clean", so I asked him what kind of article would be considered "clean". He said it must be "clear-minded and accurate in expression." This again involves the issue of accuracy. But "clear meaning" refers to the content of the article, which of course must be taken seriously. What is "waking up"? It seems that there should be some meaning in the article. The reader originally did not know it, or he seemed to understand it but was vague. After reading the article, he not only gained new knowledge, but also felt clear and transparent. This can be called "awakening". For example, the clichéd formalist works that are more common nowadays lack new ideas and cannot make people wake up and understand. Therefore, even if the writing is quite accurate, it is often unattractive to readers and makes it difficult to read carefully. , so there is no sense of "cleanliness". There are also some "academic works", because the author is not "aware" of what he is talking about in the first place, and the writing is pretentious and pretends to be profound, which will inevitably make the reader feel that the meaning of the words is complicated and the article is full of lumps. , which is far from the word "clean". I think that the pursuit of "cleanliness" may have become a psychological "fix" for me, and I often cannot help but apply it to my life experience, but I am not without feelings. However, if you listen to people speak, watch people do things, discuss problems, discuss work, etc., although you often feel "clean" or "unclean", giving examples will take a lot of words, so I will only talk about a small thing. Not long ago, I went to the bank to withdraw money, and the teller counted fifteen hundred-dollar bills five times with a money counter and six times by hand. I saw that she was very skilled in counting money, but I also felt that her heart was not focused on counting money, so the withdrawal business was not very "clean" this time.
With such work efficiency, how can we face the financial challenges after joining the WTO? Recently, a friend asked me to comment on Mr. Qigong's calligraphy art in the shortest possible language. I blurted out the word "clean". This friend actually agreed deeply and said that these two words made him feel more deeply about Mr. Qi Gong's calligraphy. This is of course an exaggeration. I have been a personal friend of Mr. Shu Qigong for nearly 20 years, and I know a little about his reputation, so I always feel deeply that only such a "clean" person can write such "clean" words. (1798 words) Teacher comment: The structure of this article is juxtaposed, starting from the original meaning of "clean" and extending to the extended meaning of clean. It describes various phenomena in life and penetrates into all aspects of life - Peking opera performances, basketball movements, article terms, In daily work, in fact, the author just uses "clean" to call for a serious, concise and neat attitude in doing things, and the pursuit of fine quality of life, not sloppy, so that life can be of high quality. This is a writer's composition. We don't need to write so many essays in the examination room. Choose three or four scenes and use concise language to vividly describe the meaning of a certain word, so that it is deeply embedded in the image. The final ending focuses on the art of calligraphy, which has a lingering aftertaste. three. Image description: Cliff: The head is small, the mountains are huge, and life is busy. Time flies by above the clouds overhead, and the cliff sits in one place, never moving. Cliff lowered his head, looking at the flowing water under his feet that would never return, putting spring into winter, and dressing up the girl as an old woman. Cliff lowered his head and looked at the scattered gravel under his feet, covered again and again by wild flowers and condensed by wind and frost. Du Ya lowered his head and looked at the low earthen house on the other side of the river. There were constantly changing people coming in and out of the low door, which was gradually becoming obsolete. The people in the house were guarding a village and a group of people, young people. The cliff witnessed the people staying together in the house, and the village was a pile of unknown stones. The window faces a huge cliff. Year after year, the black cliff next to the green forest watches the villagers dreaming beautiful dreams for generations. When the dream comes true in the wild, the cliff watches silently; when the dream is shattered on the road, the cliff also watches silently. The silent cliff has long become a witness to the vicissitudes of the village in the spring rain and autumn wind. I have walked under huge cliffs time and time again and witnessed the huge incompleteness of the cliffs. I cannot remain indifferent in the face of the cliffs. It will always remind people of the unstoppable wandering in life, and it will always remind people of some unforgettable words from the long journey: farewell, tragic, countercurrent, fallen leaves, sea, dusk... The cliff avoids The splendor and glory that stands behind all the pavilions cannot be compared with their busyness and luxury. However, there must have been flowers and vine leaves on the cliff. At that time, the water-rich and grassy slopes, the foraging cattle and sheep, and the rising smoke gave the fresh life a vibrant power. I don't know on which day the cliff collapsed, but who could have expected this instantaneous collapse. After swimming day by day in the wind and rain, it actually condensed into an unyielding posture. People passing by accidentally saw it and passed by in a blink of an eye. They didn't care about the cliff's story and silence, nor could they see some meaning between the stone and the soil. Only a person with a heavy heart who is experiencing the siege and conflict of life will be enlightened by the cliff appearing in his field of vision at any time. Yes, this huge cliff appears in front of you, which will definitely make some people think deeply. I passed that cliff during an accidental stroll. The silence of the mountain village and the net of loneliness cover my struggling soul and hope, but around me, the mountains are very high, the roads are very long, and the wind is very cool. Facing the cliff, I always think of history and the past; the wounds on the ground, the dark black moss that gradually grows out of the wind and frost year after year. Under the exposure of the sun, small pebbles burst from the stone wall, and finally fell to the bottom of the valley. The pebbles were separated from the cliff, but they found a new path. Therefore, every time I face the cliff, I always have different feelings than before, but the same thing is always the same: the cliff always proves its existence with its own figure in the emptiness and loneliness. The simple cliff is far away from the brilliance of the lights, and the strong cliff supports the affectionate gaze.
The cliff with little water embraces every grass. Although it is a cliff, the small trees and wild flowers growing horizontally never stop rendering the inaccessible place, writing heavy meanings on the earth. Standing with the mountains reflect each other, and finally forged into a quality that is difficult for ordinary people to possess: calmness, calmness, simplicity, depth, patience, desire, rise, and revelation, reminding all those who are sinking to regard pain and loss as the things behind them. History, struggling in the sunshine and wind and rain, perseveres in igniting the extinguished passion and dreams in the heart on the way to destiny, and interprets the flame of the Phoenix's nirvana. My breath is in the ripples of light, and I look at the cliff beside the village from a distance. The cliff is still in its world. The image of the cliff is in my mind, and I have arranged a place for it in my thinking, supporting my faith and filtering my vision to become more and more pure. (1238 words) Teacher comment: The structure of this article is continuous. It starts from the image of the cliff, gradually uses symbolic techniques to integrate human characteristics into the description of the cliff, and finally sublimates the connotation of the cliff, which is strong, simple, and willing. Faced with plainness and indifference, its qualities of "calmness, calmness, simplicity, depth, patience, desire, rise, and revelation" warn losers to learn some philosophies of life. The vivid description of this article is a great feature. From the shallower to the deeper, the combination of image and profundity is worthy of our study and careful understanding of the sentences highlighted below. Four. Beautiful lyrical Chinese language, a clear spring in the heart Jiangxi candidates Chinese language, the culture contained in the Chinese language. From tying knots to record events to the emergence of words, images are contained; from the elegance and refinement of poetry to the beauty and elegance of prose, there is agility; from majestic essays to classic novels, there is soul. Tasting Chinese is like sipping a cup of fragrant tea, and the warm breath is refreshing; tasting Chinese is like a drop of dew freshly released from the lotus leaf, and the breath of life spreads throughout the body; tasting Chinese is like a stream of water flowing between mountains and streams. Clear spring, pure and simple... Chinese language, a clear spring in my heart, brought my soul to the edge of Pu River. Under the quiet moonlight, a lonely old man gradually faded away. I only heard one sentence: "I would rather drag my tail to Tu." He replied to the envoy who asked for orders. His carefree wandering and his roc-like ambition touched my heart. Wealth and splendor cannot be given up, power, fame and fortune can be thrown away. This is Zhuangzi. Zhuangzi is dreaming of a "butterfly dream". After waking up, he has forgotten both things and me. I don't know whether "I" has turned into a butterfly, or whether the butterfly has turned into "a butterfly". I". This tree that watches the moon alone will always stand in my heart. Chinese language, a clear spring in my heart, brought my soul to the lost Grand View Garden. Baochai's pleasantness and sophistication make people fascinated, Daiyu's watery temperament makes people pity, Sister Feng's fierceness makes people admire, and Baoyu's infatuation makes people respect. Everything turns into a beautiful angel and is imprinted in my mind. The rise and fall of the Grand View Garden also makes people feel regretful after watching it. Baodai's courage to fight against feudalism is commendable, and the lingering and pathos love is sad. Chinese language, a clear spring in my heart, brings my soul into the transparent realm of "Border Town". Smell it, the simple feelings of the people in the border town; hear it, the affectionate affection of the elders and elders in the border town; see it, Cuicui's eager and lively eyes sitting on the shore. The sad and sad meaning of the border town turned into a clear spring flowing through my body, touching my nerves. There is nothing more transparent about human nature than this, and the ending is tragic, but who can deny that Cuicui is happy? The endless waiting has turned into affectionate tears of lovesickness, spreading in the corners of the border town and floating in the hearts of every reader. Chinese, a clear spring in the heart, cleanses the soul of human nature, enters the highest spiritual space, tastes the purity of human nature, feels the nobility of human nature, feels the beauty and innocence of human nature... Chinese language is broad and profound, inclusive of all things in the world, The sea embraces all rivers, and under the light of literature, its soul is nourished and washed by the spirit, revealing human nature. It is like a clear spring gurgling in my heart... (787 words) Comments by famous teachers: This article is soaked in It embodies the essence of Chinese language and flows like a clear spring of literary talent, presenting the young author's love and even worship for Chinese language in front of readers. The writing mode of "three examples and three analyses" makes the article "concentrated" and rigorous in structure. It is refreshing and refreshing to read. Yes, language is a naturally romantic cultural carrier. Wise thoughts, noble emotions, and agile intellect all inhabit the deep-rooted and leafy language tree. It inherits human civilization endlessly. It cleanses away the filth, refines the essence, and cultivates the body and mind. It brings together romance and conveys romantic.
Reading such beautiful articles, how can we not love the language of our motherland? Teacher's comments: This article is an essay with a perfect score for the college entrance examination. The biggest advantage of the article is that it is full of bookishness. It uses many examples from textbooks and literature to express the author's love for Chinese, with a strong lyricism. Some students may think that this article is an examination essay that is popular with Chinese teachers. However, judging from the language of this article, it is impossible to write such a beautiful article without careful experience and years of accumulation; without a love for literature, it is impossible Express such sincere emotions. The indifferent affirmation of Zhuangzi, the lamentation of the decline of the Red Mansion, and the appreciation of the emotions of the people in the border towns all reflect the author's personal emotional investment! A person who can experience strong emotions must be an emotional person. Put strong emotions into beautiful descriptions, both physical and spiritual. five. In the dialectical exposition of Tigers and Roses, the contemporary British poet Siegfried Sassoon wrote an immortal aphorism: "There is a tiger in my heart sniffing the roses." It can be said that this line of poetry is a representative of the symbolic poetry school. , because it specifically and subtly expresses things that many philosophers cannot explain clearly; it expresses the two relative essences of human nature, but at the same time it also expresses the reconciliation of those two relative essences. It turns out that human nature has two sides: one is male and the other is female; one is like a goshawk, like an angry horse, like a flying waterfall, and the other is like a nightingale, like a tamed sheep, like a still pond. The so-called majestic and beautiful, the so-called extroverted and introverted, the so-called comic and pictorial, the so-called "Vajra's angry eyes, the Bodhisattva's low eyebrows", the so-called "quiet as a virgin, moving like a stray rabbit", the so-called "horse in the autumn wind in the north of Hebei, apricot blossoms in the spring rain". "Jiangnan", the so-called "the dawn wind and the waning moon on the willow bank" and "the great river goes eastward", in a word, Yao Ji's so-called masculinity and femininity are nothing more than footnotes to these two temperaments. Although the two appear to be opposites at first glance, they actually complement each other. In fact, everyone has more or less of these two temperaments, but the proportions are different. There are officials in Dongpo who often say that Liu Yong's Ci is only suitable for girls of seventeen or eighteen, holding a red tooth board, and singing "The dawn wind wanes on the bank of the willows"; Dongpo's Ci requires a big man from Guanxi, a copper pipa, and an iron wooden board to sing "Big Go to Jiangdong." Dongpo was "absolutely defeated" by it. He was obviously proud of this distinction between masculine and feminine. In fact, Dongpo's words are all about "going eastward"? "The laughter gradually fades away, the passionate but ruthless anger", I am afraid it is only suitable for girls singing in the 17th and 18th years, right? And Liu Yong's words "The angry waves gradually subsided, and the woodcutter wind suddenly started; moreover, I heard businessmen and travelers calling each other, and the sails were raised high." What a realm! For example, Wang Wei won with simplicity, but he wrote the poem "One sword once served as a million warriors"; But why do we usually think of one person as masculine and think of another person as feminine? This is because the tiger and rose in everyone's heart take different forms. Some people's hearts are originally a tiger's den, and the few roses at the entrance of the hole are inevitably trampled by the tigers; some people's hearts are originally a garden, and the tigers in the garden are inevitably overwhelmed by the fragrance. Therefore, the temperament of the former is almost masculine, while the temperament of the latter is almost feminine. However, the crushed rose can still bloom, and the drunken tiger sometimes wakes up. Therefore, the overlord sometimes laments, and the weak girl sometimes kills the thief. "There is a tiger in my heart sniffing the roses." Life is a battlefield. Only tigers can gain a foothold in the countercurrent and grasp the direction in the headwind. At the same time, life is also a dark valley, and only with roses can we be able to hide and reveal the darkness, and be considerate and considerate. In the realm of humanity, a real tiger should be able to fully appreciate the rose, and a real rose should be able to fully respect the tiger. If it is not a rose, the tiger becomes a sweat; if it is not a tiger, the rose becomes a coward. Han Li's poem "After being beaten hard by the huge stick of fate, my head is bleeding, but it never hangs down!" Wordsworth's poem "The tiniest flower can inspire deep thoughts in me that cannot be expressed by tears." Complete Life should have this supreme state. When a person reaches this state, he can move and be still, bend and stretch, smile and cry, be as complex as a person in the 20th century, and as innocent as Adam and Eve. In a word, he has a tiger in his heart. Smelling the roses. (1016 words) Teacher’s comments on the night of October 24, 1952: This article’s dialectical reasoning explains from two contradictory aspects that both the coarse and the fine have their wonders and have their own uses. In the end, we must learn to “both internally and externally” The inner strength of character of "Cultivation" is a great inspiration to us. This article can be said to be a literary prose, but its inspiration for life is not weak at all. This article uses many examples from literature and philosophy, and integrates anecdotes and poems into the reasoning, making the reasoning not boring, but vivid and vivid. We don’t have this kind of literary reasoning method, and I hope you can understand it.
six. Poetic and Italian style Reed flowers in hometown Li Shengqing It is a very pleasant thing to see reed flowers on the beach. The feeling of riding an oxback on the lake embankment and looking at the endless reed flowers is still unforgettable. Amidst the sound of the willow flute, large tracts of dense reeds fluttered in the wind, and the snow-like reed flowers rolled up like flags; in the tranquility, there seemed to be a faint sound of waves, and I couldn't help but herd cattle into the sea of ????reed flowers, letting the reeds fly. Lu Hua brushed her cheek, then folded a long reed and put it on her head. She became the Prince of Reeds. Nowadays, the reed forests on the tidal flats are thinner, and it is difficult for me to find the spectacular scene of falling snow. However, fluffy reeds still grow tenaciously on those fertile tidal flats and river beds. Their amazing vitality comes from Because of the deeply rooted reed roots; when the reed flowers have faded and the reeds have withered, those reed roots sucking the milk of the water town are already giving birth to new life. I often think of Luhua as the women of the water town, they are my grandmother and mother, and there are many more women who wear aprons and go to the rivers and lakes. The lake in the water town never dries up. At high tide, the criss-crossing riverbeds are full, and the water overflows the reeds on the shore and flows all the way until it plunges into the lake. During the dry season, the lake water will pass through a culvert gate, injecting water of life into these rivers and nourishing the reeds growing on both sides of the rivers. The reed jointing season is when the wheat fields sprout. At this time, the water town is quiet, and the riverside is often the busiest place. Men would repair fishing gear with their shirts off, lift the boats that floated on the water all year round to the shore, dry them in the sun, and apply tung oil to the hulls over and over again under the sun. Weaving nets is a woman's job. Under the shade of the trees, those skillful hands that look like threading flowers move up and down, which is dazzling. There are stone steps one after another, water piers one after another, and the voices of women playing are often mixed with the rough voices of men, as simple as earth. Occasionally, a water bird fluttered out from the reeds on the shore, causing a series of louder laughter. When the sound of hammers gradually subsides, women will wash their hair in the river water, use the clear water as a makeup mirror to admire their looks, and a red cloud will rise on their faces. On days when the lake breeze blows warmly along the reed swamps, the reed flowers begin to bloom, and the men begin to go to the lake to do their work. At this time, women are also busy. They bloom like lotus flowers in the nearby lakes and weir ponds. Small wooden barrels and slender bamboo poles allow the women to blend into the poetry. Under the straw hats, those sweaty faces are always smiling, and their hands are covered with water chestnut leaves. In my water town, picking water chestnuts is generally reserved for women. While joking and joking, their slender fingers quickly picked the water chestnuts on the water, as skillfully as they were doing needlework like picking up shoe soles. The barrels were full. The women rowed the barrels to the shore, quickly packed them in baskets, then scooped out the water in the barrels, and then paddled lightly into the water chestnut bushes. After a trip down, the water chestnuts on the shore turned into hills, and the women's clothes began to get soaked, showing beautiful curves. Occasionally, a man feels sorry for his mother-in-law and rows a bucket to collect water chestnuts. Their clumsy posture often attracts women's laughter. Sometimes the barrel overturns and the men and water chestnuts slip into the water. At this time, the women's laughter will become even louder. Arbitrary. When the reeds grow taller, the reed flowers begin to bloom in the wind. In the autumn wind, the silver-white reed flowers are as elegant and tender as catkins. The men began to go out to the lake frequently, and the women's boats would move through the lotus leaves as lightly as bees. The lotus poles with withered lotus flowers are already covered with ripe lotus pods. Whenever the boat rows by, the fishing song on the woman's lips is mixed with the crisp sound of the lotus pods and lotus stems breaking. At this time, the woman is as beautiful as the reed flowers blowing in the wind. Like many women in my hometown, my mother's hard-working hands, in addition to picking water chestnuts and lotus flowers and busy with her endless needlework, could also weave many things with reeds. Under the setting sun, my mother sat in the yard. Use a sharp bamboo knife to peel the reeds, split them into bamboo strips, and weave them into reed curtains, reed mats, reed baskets, reed baskets and other supplies. Even the fences for ducks and vegetable fields are made of reed clips. become. Sometimes I sit on a small stool and watch my mother's dexterous hands flying up and down, often lost in thought. When I was in middle school, a businessman from out of town set up a reed weaving factory in the local area. The inexhaustible reeds were woven into fruit baskets, pen holders and other exquisite handicrafts by the women in the water towns, which became a source of income. Later, a paper mill was set up in the town, and reeds were purchased in large quantities. The reed area in the water town began to decrease, and the sight of a sea of ??reed flowers was rare.
Nowadays, my grandmother has passed away long ago, and my mother is no longer the lotus-picking girl she used to be. However, the reed flowers in my hometown still bloom and fade year after year, which affects me with a touch of nostalgia and a touch of distant memory. Let me once again wander in the sea of ??reeds and flowers, and walk into that rare tranquility and indifference. Teacher’s comment: Writing about hometown is a major theme in literature. In recent years, this theme has been booming and retro. This article is a very vivid article about my hometown. The author condenses his feelings for his hometown through the image of reed flowers, and writes about the diligence and simplicity of his hometown people through their labor (we seem to see the shadow of "Lotus Lake" and "Border Town"). Against the background of reed flowers, the beautiful people have a beautiful quality. In the description of the scene, the author tried his best to write about the beauty of reed flowers. In the first paragraph, when the author was wandering in the sea of ??reed flowers, he wrote "large tracts", "like snow", "fluttering in the wind" and "rolling like a flag". One piece, and then the author turns his pen and ink, "In the tranquility, there seems to be a faint sound of waves. I can't help but herding cattle into the sea of ??reeds and flowers, letting the reeds and reeds caress my cheeks." The soft and gentle reeds are tender and entwining. Passionate author and reader. In this artistic conception, it seems to have returned to the realm of Tang poetry and Song lyrics, with a strong poetic and painting flavor. "Reed jointing season", "Reed flowers begin to sprout", "When reeds grow taller", in the time continuation of the growth of reed flowers, the author extends his brushwork to the hardworking people of his hometown, and the scene description becomes more poetic and picturesque. The "shirtless" men show their masculinity, as well as the women's dexterity and softness, "the skillful hands rising and falling like piercing flowers", "the sound of sticks", "loud laughter" and "the sound of play", visual and auditory images, showing the beauty of hard work. The women of "small wooden barrels" and "slender bamboo poles" brought the unique working tools of the water town to the lake to work, "picking water chestnuts" and "rowing to the shore". The women's movements were dexterous and unimaginative. Among the complexities in the poem, some are just relaxed and beautiful, with "smiling smiles", "slender fingers running fast", "skilled", "quick" and "light". They write the neat beauty of the beautiful women from their hometown in their labor. At this point, the author didn't think it was interesting enough, so he used the clumsiness of men to contrast it, which further showed the dexterity of women. The description of the labor scene reflects the beauty of the water town, and the labor scene has a special beauty against the background of reed flowers. Editor's Note: Prose must have both form and spirit. First of all, it must have description. This is "shape". Prose without description is not like prose. Or a simple description of life or images, such as the depiction of Peking Opera movements in "Tong Shuo "Clean"", or a detailed description that achieves a poetic and picturesque quality, such as "Reed Flowers in Hometown", or it can be a series of characters. Detailed portrayal, such as the portrayal of the mother in "The Temple of Earth and Me". Then, be enlightened. This is "god". Describing for the sake of describing is like a skeleton. Having skeletons is not a human being, nor can it be a corpse. Merely having flesh and blood is not a living person. As a living person, you must have a soul. The feeling of prose is this soul. The soul of prose is perception. Or it can be philosophy, like "A Calm Look at Life", "The Cliff", "The Tiger and the Rose", "Tong Shuo "Clean""; it can be emotion, like "Reed Flowers in My Hometown" and "Chinese, a clear spring in my heart". This is a decent prose. If it has classic materials, beautiful language, and a certain state of mind, it will become a high-quality prose.