I stood on tiptoe and looked anxiously at the corner of the road. Why hasn't the bus come yet? I have been waiting for more than ten minutes. ...
Today is Dragon Boat Festival, the school has a day off, and there is still a month before the college entrance examination. I'm tired, but I'm practical. It's all like this. Tsinghua Peking University can't go. Ordinary undergraduates should be fine. My anxiety gradually calmed down, and the results of every monthly exam flashed by like a movie.
Tick-tock, the bus finally came. There are not many people, which may be the reason for noon. I sat by the window and the bus shuttled between the mountains and the plains. Green trees on the mountain, green rice fields on the roadside, and occasionally people carrying medicine boxes. Someone passed by and saw peach trees covered with peaches and plums, and bamboo leaves scalded by boiling water hung on bamboo poles in the yard.
Through the orange forest in the back hill, I went to my yard and shouted, "Mom, I'm back." Mother came out of the room, wiped her hands on her apron and took the bag with a smile. There are fish, meat, eggs and wild mushrooms picked by my mother for lunch. My mother keeps asking me to eat more, and I'm welcome. The fish was stuffed into my mouth before it was swallowed, and finally even the broth was soaked in rice, which was very supportive.
After three o'clock in the afternoon, I have to go to school again. I didn't come back until I finished the exam. My mother gave me 400 yuan. "Only the last month, eat better!"
"I see ..." I said slowly. "Don't worry, I will definitely give you an undergraduate course!"
I was carrying a bag, and my mother was carrying two cooked meat dishes and a bag of peaches and plums.
"Mom, I don't want it, it's so heavy!" "In the car, and you don't go back. When I get to Taoyuan, I'll send you to school for four dollars. "
I walk in front of the road, my mother walks behind me, and my mother and I walk side by side on the road. "Mom, when I am admitted to Hunan Normal University, we will have a good time in Changsha."
"I haven't passed the exam yet!"
"Mom, when I find a tutor, I'll take you to Changsha."
"Why hasn't the bus come today?" I stood on tiptoe and leaned out. My mother patted me on the dust, adjusted my collar and started nagging again. ...
"Tick-tock", finally, the bus came, I squeezed in, my mother handed me something, and then stood there, the door was closed, the wind was blowing my mother's hair, and my trouser legs were empty. I waved and my mother waved. ...
It's far away, and it will turn soon. I stood on tiptoe on the window and saw my mother standing on tiptoe waving to me. ...
Postscript of Three Gorges Online:
In the view of Three Gorges Online, a perfect composition often has the following characteristics: profound ideological content, complete chapter structure, novel cut-in angle, changeable expression, interesting language expression and neat writing. Obviously, the above two items meet such conditions. It's not surprising to get full marks.
There are many perfect compositions every year, and Three Gorges Online will pay more attention to them and post them here to share with you. So this article will be updated continuously, so stay tuned.
In 2009, Beijing College Entrance Examination scored a perfect composition: "I have a pair of invisible wings"
Seeing this composition topic, I smiled and the invigilator was a little nervous. He has never seen a boy laugh and flowers tremble.
I thought it was a little funny, and I almost guessed the topic. I bet a letter to the president of Peking University, because the president of Peking University who just left office sang Invisible Wings to the students and became the idol of adolescent boys and girls overnight. An elegant headmaster, with understanding and love for students, sings songs of self-improvement together. What a warm picture. And reading in his university is a happy thing. He is an old man with wings in his students' hearts.
I understand the teacher's kindness. They want to say that as long as you work hard, all ugly ducklings, Cinderella, and people with low self-esteem will have a pair of invisible wings to realize the dream that fills your little heart. It is such an inspirational topic that it is a pity for our candidates in Beijing.
I always knew I always had a pair of invisible wings. I knew from primary school that I would go to Peking University, but I lived next door to it. Teachers like me very much. I went to many museums and watched many children's plays. At that time, I knew that many primary school students were still in the countryside. I donated money to them and gave them my used stationery. Because I have a pair of invisible wings, I went to a good middle school without wings. It is said that many students have become shepherds and some have become wage earners. They are still minors. When I was in junior high school, my goal was to go to No.4 Middle School. Half of the graduating class of Senior Three will be admitted to Peking University Tsinghua, which may exceed the number of students admitted to a province. I am convinced of this.
My high school classmates and I went to the Olympic Sports Center to play football, went to the Summer Palace for a spring outing, and went to the National Grand Theatre to see a play. We know our mission, but we are not overwhelmed by it, because we are born winners since childhood. We are also worried about the experience of outsiders and sigh for the fate of migrant workers, vendors, Sun Zhigang and Deng Yujiao, but this sympathy is not fundamentally different from our sympathy for the Palestinian people and African victims.
I will feel a little ashamed for a moment when I see a tricycle driver being stopped by the urban management and trying to take away the tricycle he lives on. After his car is taken away, his son or daughter may not be able to go to school again. Probably an excellent high school student, so he was deprived of the right to go to school. Is this because I have a pair of invisible wings and he doesn't? So I can always fly higher than others?
Speaking of which, you should know what I'm talking about. There are often cases of cheating in the college entrance examination in middle schools in other places, but there are almost no cases here; Children from other places are often taken to college entrance examinations in different places, which has never happened here; Children from other places often set a record of repetition, and there are very few repetition here; Children from other places have made amazing achievements in Peking University, and children here get a lot of points before the exam. ......
This is because, as a child in Beijing, I have a pair of invisible wings, but they don't. I have a pair of invisible wings, and I can fly in the sky without spreading them hard. Does this indicate that I was born to be a nobler bird than my peers? But why am I not proud at all, but always feel inferior? A book says that all animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others. This "some animals" are people with invisible wings?
2009 Hunan Volume Full Score Composition "Stand on tiptoe"
I stood on tiptoe and looked anxiously at the corner of the road. Why hasn't the bus come yet? I have been waiting for more than ten minutes. ...
Today is Dragon Boat Festival, the school has a day off, and there is still a month before the college entrance examination. I'm tired, but I'm practical. It's all like this. Tsinghua Peking University can't go. Ordinary undergraduates should be fine. My anxiety gradually calmed down, and the results of every monthly exam flashed by like a movie.
Tick-tock, the bus finally came. There are not many people, which may be the reason for noon. I sat by the window and the bus shuttled between the mountains and the plains. Green trees on the mountain, green rice fields on the roadside, and occasionally people carrying medicine boxes. Someone passed by and saw peach trees covered with peaches and plums, and bamboo leaves scalded by boiling water hung on bamboo poles in the yard.
Through the orange forest in the back hill, I went to my yard and shouted, "Mom, I'm back." Mother came out of the room, wiped her hands on her apron and took the bag with a smile. There are fish, meat, eggs and wild mushrooms picked by my mother for lunch. My mother keeps asking me to eat more, and I'm welcome. The fish was stuffed into my mouth before it was swallowed, and finally even the broth was soaked in rice, which was very supportive.
After three o'clock in the afternoon, I have to go to school again. I didn't come back until I finished the exam. My mother gave me 400 yuan. "Only the last month, eat better!"
"I see ..." I said slowly. "Don't worry, I will definitely give you an undergraduate course!"
I was carrying a bag, and my mother was carrying two cooked meat dishes and a bag of peaches and plums.
"Mom, I don't want it, it's so heavy!" "In the car, and you don't go back. When I get to Taoyuan, I'll send you to school for four dollars. "
I walk in front of the road, my mother walks behind me, and my mother and I walk side by side on the road. "Mom, when I am admitted to Hunan Normal University, we will have a good time in Changsha."
"I haven't passed the exam yet!"
"Mom, when I find a tutor, I'll take you to Changsha."
"Why hasn't the bus come today?" I stood on tiptoe and leaned out. My mother patted me on the dust, adjusted my collar and started nagging again. ...
"Tick-tock", finally, the bus came, I squeezed in, my mother handed me something, and then stood there, the door was closed, the wind was blowing my mother's hair, and my trouser legs were empty. I waved and my mother waved. ...
It's far away, and it will turn soon. I stood on tiptoe on the window and saw my mother standing on tiptoe waving to me. ...
Know common sense (Guangdong)
Speaking of common sense, it suddenly occurred to me that I forget Zhao Benshan's sketches after reading them every year. Now that I think about it, I realize that what he said is actually common sense. People may be too close to common sense to touch, but they want it but are afraid of losing it, so we have to let go with a smile. Haizi said: I didn't get what I deserved, and I lost what I lost long ago. We used to live in an era when common sense was cut off. After reading the college entrance examination 1977, I can't tell whether to cry or laugh. Maybe in our time, I thought it was an era without common sense at all, but on the other hand, I asked myself, do we really live in it when we know common sense? Are we all as silent as the onlookers in the emperor's new clothes? Dare we stand behind this child who dares to speak common sense?
It's lovely to see the hungry birds, and the appearance and behavior of the big birds are even more admirable. I don't know why I didn't think of the scene where my mother stood at the school gate and gave me something. "How's school recently?" "How are you?" She is always such an ordinary sentence that sometimes I feel bored. Just a simple greeting. I wonder if she feels it. But no matter what season, mom is there. Finally, I am going to graduate. However, I feel more and more that although I can answer the paper completely and know a lot, I really haven't understood a common sense, that is, "a drop of water is rewarded with a spring of water." Mother, life comes from you. In the interweaving of wind, frost, rain and snow, in the symphony of pots and pans, and in the white hair woven in the cold last year, there is your constant expectation and common sense of love. If possible, I want to help you pick up the spilled soy sauce bottle, cook the breakfast I will enjoy every day, massage your tired shoulders, wash the dishes after dinner with clear water, dress you up with brand-name skin care products, and hold your hand to enjoy it with you.
Parents are selfless. They gave everything and all their love to their children. As children, we should always be grateful to our parents and feel rewarded, because this is common sense and will let us know the true meaning of life.
Gratitude is common sense, so keep it in mind. There is a saying in the Ming Dynasty's "Glory and Dedication" that "the crow has the meaning of feeding back, and the sheep knows the grace of kneeling and breastfeeding". The crow knows to feed her mother in turn when she is old. Sheep know how to kneel down to their mother when drinking milk, and thank her for her kindness. Shi Biao said in "Chen Qingbiao" that "birds are having an affair and are willing to beg for help", which makes people can't help it. Animals still know courtesy and repay kindness. How can human beings lose their morality? Laozi once said: people should be everywhere, the land should follow the sky, the sky should follow the Tao, and the Tao should be natural. This "nature" is common sense. If you lose common sense, you lose the foundation of existence. Jefferson said, "I have great confidence in the common sense of mankind", and I also believe that the common sense of gratitude, like the sunshine through the window, will surely wake up each of us.
Unique (Shanghai)
It is often said that official script gives people the feeling of being too flowery, while regular script gives people the feeling of being too rigid. Clever Zheng Banqiao combined official script and running script to form a unique "Banqiao style". It's wonderful that it's crooked and patchy! Some people say that this kind of work is "indispensable, indispensable", which is really reasonable and I agree with you. Not only in calligraphy, but also in our society, there is either a lack of "Zheng Banqiao" or too many imitations of "Zheng Banqiao"! What we need is a real "slab bridge", and what we need is innovation, not a flood of empty shells.
When I was young, I studied calligraphy, mainly copying in the early stage, and I worked hard at first; I didn't find out until later. It turns out that it is very difficult to learn other people's fonts and styles, especially to integrate that font with your own thoughts and feelings and even brushwork. However, the real state lies in practicing your own style, which is even more difficult. I have studied for many years, but I still haven't become a climate. Therefore, I admire pioneers like Zheng Banqiao. However, many people who call themselves "calligraphers" in the calligraphy circle are actually as embarrassed as me, but their "temperature" is deeper than mine. In fact, they also lack their own "personality". Although their "description" can be similar in shape, their spirit is not similar, which also verifies the truth of "either one or the other". Not only calligraphy needs "Banqiao style", but also our society needs its injection.
In our composition field, the word "plagiarism" often appears. Now books are flooding, everyone is a "writer" and everyone can have one or two "works". However, there are still most of the treasures, which is really embarrassing. They copied the treasures of famous artists and collected a book, but made it look like nothing. Therefore, you can't copy what is truly valuable and artistic. It's better to start your own brand and be self-reliant!
Let's talk about Shenyang, which has been popular for a while recently. Everyone was attracted by his funny talent. Small Shenyang is really unique, unique, but small Shenyang can have one, not two. One is fashion, and the other is unfashionable, which not only greatly reduces its originality, but also greatly reduces the aesthetic taste of the whole society. Therefore, in any case, our society needs "Banqiao style" and needs to inject new vitality and richer elements, just like fonts.
"Banqiao style" not only contributes to the development of society, but also tells us the truth of being a man. Neither too ostentatious nor too rigid. Only by combining official script with running script can we be neutral. According to your own conditions, you should be creative and shape your unique personality.
Looking forward to the future, I hope that there will be more different "Banqiao" in our society, and we are all unique and unrepeatable. Dance out of your own stage easily!
Lvyeqing (Zhejiang)
Grandpa began to taste the aged Longjing brewed four times, and the guests who came to pay their respects have gradually dispersed. My mother held my hand tightly and bid farewell to this land where I was born and raised. I smiled slightly. It turns out that there is no eternal hometown, and we are always passers-by.
After dealing with grandma's funeral, grandpa stopped clinging to the land where countless memories were left, and obediently followed us to the city. However, walking on the cobblestone path, I saw my grandfather's back countless times. That kind of deep attachment and unspeakable helplessness finally turned into a muddy tear and slowly flowed back to my heart.
Goodbye, I heard these two words.
Grandpa in the city still gets up early every day. This is somewhat different in a city accustomed to nightlife and disdaining the morning sunshine. However, grandpa doesn't care about those strange eyes, and still wears old blue overalls that are washed white every day and shuttles through the community. He cultivated a flower field in the wasteland in front of the building, sowed all kinds of strange seeds, and waited every day with a serious face, as if he were completing a sacred mission.
Only I know grandpa's loneliness. Because I also have such loneliness. I miss the old house in my hometown. Every morning, the euphemistic sound of warblers, the mournful moan of wooden stairs, the tiny sunshine scattered through the green bamboo forest, and the unforgettable earthy breath with a faint fragrance.
I can't find such a simple and pure smiling face in this piece of reinforced concrete. Every time I see grandpa waving his hand and putting it helplessly under the cold brush, I always have an impulse to cry.
At that time, my grandfather was a green leaf and full of energy. He can temporarily leave his roots and wander in the distance, looking for his own scenery. Now, however, this green leaf has quietly withered, and he needs to go back and stay in his hometown forever.
It was grandpa's eightieth birthday, so my relatives and friends got together. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't find grandpa. I got up quietly and walked out of the banquet hall. I saw my grandfather wandering in the corner window. I went over to shake hands with grandpa. Grandpa moved his lips and said, "I want to go home." Like a sheltered child looking for a home.
"Well, let's go home together." I saw my own shadow in my grandfather. Everyone is a green leaf. No matter how far it floats, it has been deeply branded by that land. Yes, this is the helpless and sweet fate of every green leaf.
Then, let's work hard with our feelings for the roots, and then go home hand in hand before sunset.
In my opinion, there is no difference between post-90 s and post-80 s and post-70 s. They all have to go through the growth process from childhood to maturity. Every paragraph in this process is a rare memory and beautiful scenery along the way.
The journey of life is very long. You can only step on your shoes step by step, and you can't skip anywhere and go straight to the next stop. As the "boss" of the post-90 s, when I am about to start another stop in my life, I always miss the good times when I was young; Sometimes I like the yearning for independence and freedom as an adult. Perhaps, we should look around from time to time and see what kind of scenery it is in the process of moving from childish to mature.
After 90, in the classroom, I received quality training through oxygen inhalation to improve myself; After 90 years in life, decorate your pride with "imported" and fashion. This may sound sad, but it's what teenagers really think, rebellious and weird. We often use "it's difficult to learn the Tao, it's difficult to go to heaven" to express our inner depression and dissatisfaction, or draw a line on the table "Don't be happy for things, don't be sad for yourself" to motivate ourselves to keep a positive and enthusiastic attitude towards study and life. After 90, we always thought that there was such a world that we could indulge in and be happy, and we also insisted that people of other ages would never experience that kind of happiness.
Fragments of life decorate the scenery along the way. After 90, I am very satisfied with my present study. From the first time we walked into Tao Yuanming to the first time we mastered simple calculus, we often took pride in mastering something that we once thought was mysterious. When we face people who "preach, teach and dispel doubts" for us, we occasionally have demons and secretly curse, but after all, we understand that they can make us stronger today, because the post-90 s generation is not a stone without oil and salt. We are often lazy and will find all kinds of excuses to be "emperors" at home, but we don't want to snuggle up in the arms of our parents, because the post-90 s generation doesn't want to be regarded as a generation that doesn't grow up. We have dreams, and we are impulsive. We always want to run, but we often fall down on the flat road. We always feel that the road ahead is wide, the trees are tall, the flowers are bright and the scenery is beautiful; But more often, we ignore the grass and trees in front of us. In fact, they are all seeds planted in the process of growth and germinated in another place.
After the college entrance examination, we post-90 s bosses will walk out of that undefined day and may be gradually formatted by society. At that time, we will be surprised to find how important this process from childish to mature is. If you are growing up, please stop and look at the flowers and plants on the roadside from time to time. Because the scenery here is unique on the road of life and in the growing season.
This is also a kind of strength (Fujian)
Smile, like a flowing stream, soft and quiet; Smile, like a hanging crescent moon, bright and bright; Smile, like a tall pine tree, is accumulating all kinds of strength. ...
If there is one power that can make people persevere, it is the power of smiling; If there is one power that can make people confident, it is the power of smiling; If there is one power that can warm people's hearts, it is the power of smiling!
The sky were to fall, the earth shook, high-rise buildings instantly turned into rubble, and many lives cried for help under the rubble. When PLA soldiers successfully carried a little boy into the single (bear) frame, he smiled gently and saluted the soldiers with his dusty left hand! This is a child's smile, and it is also a hopeful smile of the people in the disaster area for the future. It conveys too much: optimistic and strong to live, thanks to all the friends who care about the disaster area, I am fine!
Maybe the little boy didn't think much. He only knows that every day is sunny, and smiling is the best reward for himself.
We like to smile, like the upturned corners of the mouth, like the curved radian, and prefer the power it conveys.
Olympic volunteers always smile at people of any color and nationality on any occasion. This not only shows the elegance of a big country, but also shows the tolerant attitude of the Chinese nation. It is transmitting a power to the whole world, a power to embrace the world!
And those smiling faces from all over the world in 2008 also convey the irresistible power of smiles.
Don't need Li Bai's sentence "Go out laughing, are we Artemisia people?" There is no need for bloody laughter of "I laugh at the sky with a horizontal knife, and I stay in the two Kunlun mountains"; There is no need for the red smile of "riding a princess in the world of mortals, no one knows it is litchi" ... These smiles are either too wild, too strong and tenacious, or full of charm. All we need is a shallow smile.
People can easily remember Premier Wen's cordial smile, which is a confident smile from the heart. Facing the financial crisis, relax; In the face of sharp questions from foreign journalists, he still smiled correctly. Like a generation of Confucian scholars, treat people gently. Isn't his smile also a kind of strength? This is the power of laughter to life!
Smile, like a torch held high, has been passed around the world and under the blue sky. ...
When others help you get into trouble, your smile is grateful and full of affectionate power; When someone accidentally steps on you, your smile is the power of tolerance; When bad luck comes, you smile and smile becomes a powerful and brave force!
If the whole world is full of love and smiles, there will be no more Iraq war, Palestinian-Israeli conflict and North Korea nuclear issue.
As the masters of the new century, we will shoulder the responsibility entrusted to us by history, that is, as a kind of strength, smile will be transmitted to every corner of the world …
Rabbits are not fish.
What a simple and beautiful "great harmony" ideal it is to let rabbits go into the water and animals fly high. Animals have no feather wings and rabbits have no fin tails, forcing animals to jump off cliffs and rabbits to dive as "generalists", which is what Mencius called "perfect destruction". "A gentleman is not a tool" is probably the longest and farthest dream. Because there are scales and sounds, it seems that it belongs only to the little mermaid who has turned into foam.
Or Mencius said, "You can't have your cake and eat it".
We always want to add all the beauty to one person. Just as we want Li to write a book and write down his sadness; I hope that Evonne can be a left-handed national policy and a right-handed flower and bird; I hope Nalan can recite "Thinking of Drinking Water" and behead Land Rover ... Considering this, it turns out that we are also "sinners" who forced rabbits into the water.
Bamboo silk in Qing Dynasty always backfired: Li Yu offered the city, Evonne lost his ambition, and Nalan's mind was unclear. Even so, isn't Li Yu synonymous with "changing the word of a musician into the word of a scholar-bureaucrat"? Doesn't Evonne have the infinite talent of priceless flowers, birds, fish and insects? Won't Nalan's Wine Talk be sung by others?
No, if you are still amazing, if you still cherish flowers and birds like life, if you still care about "if life is just like first sight", then please raise your hand high.
Please let the rabbit live and leave the fish with a skill. Please keep the rabbit alive. Since rabbits are not fish, why force them?
There is a western proverb: When God closes a door, he always opens a window. China also has the same oath: lose the East Corner and reap the Mulberry.
In ancient times, the pianist Shi Kuang first distinguished the sound, but he couldn't see it with his eyes. For Shi Kuang, it is not enough to be able to do one thing to the extreme and self-destruct! There was Emperor Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty, whose writing style was slightly inferior to that of poetry. But the king of a country can govern the country well, and all countries come to Korea. Can't he be praised by the world?
What's wrong with not all of them? What's wrong with imperfection? Isn't Guan Zhong a wise man who loves money? Sun Tzu's skinny feet can't beat Pang Juan? Isn't the despotism of Hanwu the British master?
You were born to accept that you are not a generalist; Born to be human, it is not perfect to tolerate others; Born as a man, you are happy to find that the world has not only the sky, the sea, but also the land; Not only birds, fish but also rabbits.
Han Yu said: "The ancient gentleman is responsible for himself, but also pays attention to Zhou and treats others lightly." Why can't we look at others, ourselves and the world with an ancient gentleman's heart?
Children are not fish, why drag their tails?
If children are not birds, why fly high?
If a child is born in the world, why not enjoy the beauty of "harmony but difference" and enjoy a rabbit?
Live tirelessly
The rough waves are for carrying sailboats; Busy bees and butterflies are looking for traces of flowers; The purpose of blowing wild wind on the flat ground is to make a void. But restless heart, what are you praying for? Li Bai is flowing. He doesn't know how to surf the internet; No matter how heroic you are, you can't be Liu Bang. Mao Zedong can't shoot a vulture with a bow, so this doesn't prevent him from taking power in the barrel of a gun. The most difficult thing in life is to straighten your position, settle your mind and go your own way. Maybe fate will deprive you of rich rights, but it will not deprive you of great rights. If you love life, you can be grass covering the earth, you can be a small flower dotted with grass, you can be the first drop of dew on a petal, and you can be the first ray of sunshine reflected by dew. If you know how to live, you can make pink shells with pearls on the beach in the early morning and freeze-free pine branches in the dense forest on a snowy night. In a sunset, you might as well stand quietly and read a poem, draw a picture, outline a name, enjoy a glimpse of the past, chew a mood, and you may wake up: life is not too painful.
Whitening temples is a beautiful heart; Can I still eat? It is a good universal block base. Why can't you break away from the shackles of fame and become an independent scholar? Why not whip in the world of mortals and be a detached person without regrets? If you ask my name, you can call me Song Qing Baishi and Mu Xue Qiu Xi. If you ask me where I live, I will leave firewood in the mountains and fish in the water. Leave me a woodshed. I invited deer to my house and apes to watch the house. I'm tired of reading poetry books, and I'm tired of reading mountains and rivers, all of which are articles that don't roll up. How can I be tired of reading the sun and the moon? Tired of watching the scenery, listening to the natural quick-acting bones and muscles, helpless, tired of watching.
When we step into the information age, we face more and more challenges. There is no need to demand perfection, as a poet said, "I am proud, I am the best wheat on this mountain." We just need to be better ourselves as much as possible, and don't ignore the scenery along the way when pursuing a high standard of life; In my busy life, I often wake up my tired heart to dance a hearty and happy street dance.
In the busy life, there is a lot of happiness, not too much pain. When the mentality is flat, the road will naturally be flat. Although Walking with Cows has long since dropped out of the popular list, what's wrong with walking with cows in life?
The Symbol of Beijing —— Lao She and Beijing
I saw Xiangzi fiddling with Xianyang in his hand, thinking about buying a car, chanting his own career, and the dark body of the old Beijing rickshaw and the shiny tile beside him were shining; I saw Wang Shunfa busy cleaning the table, holding a tea bowl to greet the guests, holding a big teapot in old Beijing in his hand, and the spout slowly sprayed water mist; I saw that the pomegranate beside the Bishuiling in the first room of Qijia was red, and the male prostitute in old Beijing held his head high on the table of the Eight Immortals in the yard, and the old man smiled and nodded. I saw Sha Zilong staring straight at the disciples and saying nothing, and I said to myself, "Stop it! Don't cross! " In front of the main hall, the spear of the old Beijing Escort Agency stood quietly in the corner, echoing its owner from a distance. ...
Reading Mr. Lao She's book seems to be led by the characters in the book. Stroll around the streets of Beijing, breathe the breath of Beijing, appreciate the colors, listen to the rhythm and feel the mood of Beijing ... Mr. Lao She's works are symbols of old Beijing!
That's old Beijing, bit by bit. Like Jinghu string, it stirs sonorous and has a long aftertaste; Like a pot of jasmine tea, it is rich and fragrant with endless aftertaste.
I can't forget the taste of Mr. Lao She's Beijing cuisine-"The fat chestnuts in Liangxiang are fried with sugar in the pot, and even the tea and cigarettes under the pot are fragrant" "The sorghum red river crabs are packed in bamboo baskets and sold loudly along the street; Those who will enjoy it will gently crack the hairy crab feet with a Xiao Mu hammer in the restaurant "-only old Beijing will have such an attractive flavor; Only Mr. Lao She can understand it so vividly!
Although Mr. Lao She is from Shandong, he was born and raised in Beijing, and he loves Beijing even more. He loves everything in old Beijing, just like the New Year pictures posted in previous years: festive and childlike, without losing the breath of kings; Delicate and exquisite, conveying the breath of culture. Mr. Lao She used his pen, his heart and his great love for Beijing to describe a real and ideal Beijing, a realistic and poetic Beijing. As a result, Mr. Lao She's words, his name, became a symbol of Beijing, a symbol of Beijing.
Mr. Lao She has been abroad and stayed abroad. He naturally understands that the times will eventually push "old Beijing" to "new Beijing", which is a mixed feeling. This kind of emotion is often revealed in his works. -Rui Xuan, the hero of four generations living under one roof, likes to visit octagonal troughs, dashilan and Liulichang, but he also laments that "these shops will disappear in the near future". Because of this, Mr. Lao She is striving to create the language, image and symbol of new Beijing on the stage of new era Beijing.
Therefore, Mr. Lao She, as the discoverer, lover and creator of Beijing symbols, has become an eternal monument to Beijing's history and reality in the eyes and hearts of Beijingers.