Yang Guomin
To study the cultural history of Jiangnan, you have to read the ancient towns in Jiangnan. If the whole south of the Yangtze River is compared to a euphemistic, beautiful and flowing movement, then the ancient town is a very beautiful movement.
When you visit the ancient towns in the south of the Yangtze River, you will be surprised to find that the settings of these ancient towns are so regular. A clear stream flows from a distance and gently flows away from here. The place where it lingers is an ancient town. If the Yangtze River and the Yellow River are the cradles of Chinese civilization, then the euphemistic winding is the clear spring that nourishes the ancient town civilization. Shuttle boats, setting sail, raising oars and collecting oars, link an ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River with the whole cultural background in a very harmonious way.
All the streets are paved by the river, and two crowded houses make the sky into a slender one. A row of houses is simply a diaojiao building built by the river, which shows that it is close to the water. The street of green slate was polished by thousands of feet, which melted a long history without leaving a trace. Although the ancient street is narrow and small, it is tall and simple. The deep alley is thin, one end is connected with the ancient street, and the other end is tortuous, which leads the whole ancient town to twists and turns, as if it had the rhythm of music. "The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers." This beautiful long poem was extracted from the alley of the ancient town. Sleep on the diaojiao building in the ancient town at night, listening to the sound of "Alas Nai" floating from a distance, floating from under your pillow to a distance, taking away your reverie and longing. The ancient arch bridge "drinking like a rainbow" is cleverly connected and beautifully constructed, just like a frame of cursive calligraphy. Between pen and ink, there is a thread of Mo Yun, which constitutes the whole rhythm and perfection.
1. "If the Yangtze River and the Yellow River are the cradles of Chinese civilization, then the euphemistic meandering is the clear spring that nourishes the ancient town civilization." What is the author's intention in writing this?
Answer: (1) Comparing the ancient town clean stream with the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, it highlights the role of the ancient town clean stream in nurturing and nourishing the ancient town civilization;
(2) It implies the internal relationship between ancient town civilization and Chinese civilization, thus deepening the connotation of ancient town civilization and the main idea of the article.
Yu Yun
Cong Weixi
Entering the sunset of life, I understand that the simple Chinese character "rain" contains the four seasons of life.
According to the chemical formula, rain is H2O gas on the ground, which synthesizes water in the air and then returns to the ground. In different seasons, it has the instinct of deformation: the spring rain is silent, full of childish tenderness and tenderness, like a newborn baby, and its image is a little shy; Torrential summer rain symbolizes vigorous vitality. At this time, the grass grows and the crops leap at jointing stage, just like a person stepping into youth from childhood, showing unparalleled masculine momentum; Autumn rain, cheerful notes mixed with some sad hymns, continuous rain, not only makes people see the fruit mature, feel the joy of harvest, but also easily reminds people of Daiyu's sadness about autumn in A Dream of Red Mansions, which is a sign that man and nature are maturing at the same time; In winter, the shape of rain turns into pieces of white snow, the same color as the old man's silver hair, which means that people are in the twilight of their lives; When snow turns into ice, it is the end of life, so in the cemetery, a white monument to life is erected.
1. Why do you say "rain embraces the four seasons of life"? Briefly summarize the reasons why the author said so.
Answer: because the spring rain is tender, like a baby; Summer rain is full of vitality, such as youth; The joy of autumn is mixed with a trace of sadness, which is a sign of maturity; Winter rain turns into ice and snow, symbolizing the dusk and end of human life.
Appreciation of Prose Poems (Three Articles)
Zhouzhuang: Watching the scenery in the rain.
The wicker was blown green by the wind.
A misty rain ...
The arch bridge spans the boat, and the water pavilion faces the night. Langfang lights flashing. ...
Appreciation of Zhouzhuang: Seeing the scenery in the rain
This short chapter of Yu Jun is like a pocket picture, which contains rich aesthetic resources in a condensed volume.
"There is a bright future, a curtain of smoke and rain is green", and I wrote indifferently, but it touched the soul of the rain scene in the south of the Yangtze River. Misty rain turns into willow, and it turns into willow green misty rain, which is gentle and comfortable; Then, between the light and shadow of the pontoon bridge and the cornice stone fence, the bits and pieces of scenery in the south of the Yangtze River are cut out, and the images of regional characteristics such as pingtan, foot sound, oil-paper umbrella and slate road are influenced by things and people, which has a swaying charm.
It is worth mentioning that the prose poems in this chapter have achieved a harmonious and natural effect in the spirit of China's literary tradition. The so-called "winning its charm" has no deliberate stubbornness, and there is no feeling of being outdated or decadent.
How to properly absorb the elite of national tradition in prose poetry has always been a concern of people. I think Yu Jun's article can be used for reference, and its music rhythm contains some classical styles.
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Think of Jing Ke.
I think that more than two thousand years ago, Yishui must be clear and vast; I think, more than two thousand years ago, Yishui River must have been inaccessible and uninhabited.
On a much colder autumn day more than 2000 years ago, a group of real men came here, and they will reveal a tragic story that has shocked China for more than 2000 years.
I don't think Jing Ke is necessarily very tall. He should look like a scholar in an elegant ancient costume. Colleague Qin Wuyang may look fierce, but his brow is certainly not as bold and heroic as Jing Ke's.
Easy water gurgling, the autumn wind at the water's edge bleak. Surrounded by white-crowned tourists, Jing Ke is like the stamen of a huge white flower.
Everyone here knows that he must die whether he succeeds or fails. As we all know, this scholar-like warrior is going to fight against a powerful country. He is the arrogant emperor who controls that country.
The noble Taizi Dan has already cried like a crybaby, and the sound of Gao Jianli's building can only be the frequent sobs. This group of people wearing white clothes and white crowns are burying a living person. This dying person is their only hope.
I don't know if there is any fear in Jing Ke at this time. But I can hear the generosity and agitation of the songs he left behind, and I can see his distant back calm and natural.
It's not hard to imagine what a mess the King of Qin was. Jing Ke, with a sword in his hand, seemed to be chasing a fugitive in debt. In an instant, the dignity and majesty of an emperor was shattered by the bravery of a civilian.
As a result, the great pyramid ruled by kingship shivered under the courage of a civilian; Thus, the life of a civilian and the life of an emperor achieved real equality in one-on-one combat.
"I'm sorry, I'm not good at fencing and I can't do much!"
Perhaps, Jing Ke loves reading more than fencing; Perhaps, Jing Ke is not a real warrior, but a spiritual strong man; Maybe it was just an accident. History has finally become what we saw in Sima Qian's Historical Records.
The floor of the palace hall was covered with Jing Ke's blood, and his face was pale due to excessive blood loss. However, Jing Ke, who has become a warm-blooded man, is still "leaning on a pillar and smiling". He laughed at the arrogant emperor, the ugly minister, the samurai as a killing tool, and the sword!
What a wonderful smile!
In the face of Jing Ke's death, the king of Qin was "unhappy for a long time".
I wonder what the future first emperor is thinking at the moment. But he should know that people are equal. A civilian is brave enough to shake a powerful empire that he thinks will be passed down from generation to generation.
"Wind, rain, water and cold, the strong man is gone forever!"
Jing Ke, who is fading away from Xiao He, has embarked on a road of no return. In front of him is death, but it is also the glory of life, the eternity of life!
Appreciation of Jing Ke's Thoughts
The story of Jing Ke stabbing the king of Qin is a household name, and there are many people who write poems, which is very difficult. Ni still adopts the deduction of historical facts, but sparks are generated from them.
Poetry is distilled from history. "The wind is rustling and the water is cool" is a timeless quatrain. Ni extracted "Roar" from this poem, and Xiaoshui turned into "Sword". Jing Ke, on the other hand, has become a "steel on the blade", a creation that integrates water, sword and human beings. Both water and sword have been sublimated by human beings.
The poet's language image is well displayed in this chapter: "Qin Wuyang's blue and white show many souls" is profound, and "a paper map ends up like autumn leaves" is really vivid and charming.
It ended well. Full of image, but dignified and generous. It is not artificially exaggerated, but only poetic comments. This is the so-called "appropriate limit".
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-One by one, Shui Ying was rowing vividly.
Cornice illusion. The story of the stone. Legend of brick carving ...
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The flowing pingtan washed away the dust on the horse's head wall, revealing the smile of one or two small flowers. There is a long and deep alley, the sound is loud enough, and you can still find the bitter clove that the oil-paper umbrella can't hold up and drop on the bluestone board?