/kloc-at the end of 0/8, all the doll teachers began to make dolls with their lives, but they all failed. At this time, the mysterious doll teacher-Luo Zhen reappeared. Some people say that he extracted a mysterious substance called Rosa Mystery Fruit through alchemy, which is the source of the doll's life. Like other doll teachers, Luo Zhen made seven beautiful dolls named Rose Girls in order to create the perfect girl "Alice" in her heart:
2. Is the white rose a poem? A white rose.
Why are you standing by the river alone? Is this hazy sky dawn or dusk?
Dreamy state, dreamy feeling-there is no reason to come, I don't know when)
Where to ask, I just feel that the world of flowers is in front of me. There are a few white roses in the middle.
Just when I was confused, I found myself in the world of flowers, and the image in the title appeared-white rose, which was originally in this dreamlike mind.
There she is. She is coming down from the mountain. Beautiful makeup, as if dressed in white, holding a big bunch of flowers in his hand.
(personification, turning static into dynamic, highlights her purity and beauty. From this time on, the author entered the subconscious description, imagination, fantasy, what white roses would be like. )
I said, "Come on, I'll give you a white rose. You can pin it on your skirt." She smiled.
Laughing without saying a word, a quiet and introverted white rose appeared in front of us.
I said a word, but I couldn't hear it. However, I don't think I picked it out, and she didn't wear it either. She still walked forward with flowers in her hand.
Oh, so she has flowers! However, from "as if", we can feel the intoxication of "I".
Looking up at her road, I saw flowers on both sides, flowers hanging down and flowers falling down.
There are flowers everywhere, beautiful, ethereal, elegant and ...
I think white flowers are better than red flowers after all; But why don't I choose and she doesn't wear it?
White flowers are better than red flowers. Why? The author didn't say why. Attention, the point is why I don't take it off and she doesn't wear it? -the theme that leads to the author's thoughts. )
Where is the road ahead? Why not follow her?
She should be the embodiment of dreams and ideals, and the author is confused and slightly sad. )
It's all over, the flowers are hidden, and the dreams are awake. How to get to the road ahead? Why did you wear it when you picked it?
Yes, I woke up from my dream and came back to reality. Does the road in my dream still exist? Will someone really lead them to pursue their dreams? -everything will be verified in reality. )
3. Is the white rose a poem? Why is a white rose standing alone by the river? Is this hazy sky dawn or dusk? Where to ask, I just feel that the world of flowers is in front of me.
There are a few white roses in the middle. There she is. She is coming down from the mountain.
Beautiful makeup, as if dressed in white, holding a big bunch of flowers in his hand. I said, "Come on, I'll give you a white rose. You can pin it on your skirt."
She said a word with a smile, but she couldn't hear it. However, I don't think I picked it out, and she didn't wear it either. She still walked forward with flowers in her hand.
Looking up at her road, I saw flowers on both sides, flowers hanging down and flowers falling down. I think white flowers are better than red flowers after all; But why don't I choose and she doesn't wear it? Where is the road ahead? Why not follow her? It's all over, the flowers are hidden, and the dreams are awake. How to get to the road ahead? Why did you wear it when you picked it? 192 1 August 20th, 2008.
4. Appreciation of words in Bing Xin's poems such as A White Rose and Goddess of Poetry and Missing, and the overall experience of missing.
This is a very touching story, telling the story of the little girl Jingjing. Jingjing's parents are dancers, so Jingjing has an indissoluble bond with dance since then. She won the first prize in the provincial dance competition, but one day, Jingjing lost her legs to save a little girl. That day, Jingjing went to participate in a dance competition. When she reached the crossroads, she saw a little girl of three or four years old who was about to be hit by a car. Jingjing used her quick wits and immediately ran over and pushed the little girl aside. Finally, the little girl was saved, but Jingjing can't show her dancing on the stage yet. After reading this story, I admire her courage and regret that she lost her legs. I admire her for saving the little girl regardless of her own safety. She would rather lose her legs than let others lose their legs and lives. After all, it is still a small life, so Jingjing's spirit of self-sacrifice is admirable. I am very moved, and I am determined to learn from Jingjing's heroism and the spirit of self-sacrifice to be a caring person in the future.
A white rose
Appreciated from the form and charm, the typical Bingxin body broke ground for the second time, but it has not yet formed a complete world. So tenderness has not been pushed to the extreme of love.
Goddess of poetry
The poet directly takes the spirit from its shape and completely gives up the description of eyebrows and lips. A gentle and moving goddess is lifelike and floats on paper. The goddess hesitated and never said a word, but her deep warmth, faint sadness and unspoken words, like continuous spring rain, enveloped and infiltrated the whole body and mind of the young poet, making her deeply intoxicated and integrated with it. She has unconsciously integrated into the "boundless silence" between heaven and earth, and soared to the unattainable state that the world is fascinated by by the goddess. At this moment, the poet is willing to close his heart to the goddess. How many intimate whispers, how many spiritual exchanges, how many divine revelations, and how many subtle mysteries seem to have solidified in this silent minute.
Heart to heart, the feeling of mutual trust made the poet feel heartfelt warmth, and she finally broke the silence at this moment. When she greeted the goddess warmly, the goddess remained, "just stand." This made the young poet spit out a trace of fear: "How did I meet you?" In front of the earth-shattering vastness and perfection of the goddess, are you too small and unsuitable? But this faint uneasiness still can't cover up the strong joy brought by the arrival of the goddess, not to mention this small "inferiority complex" is closely related to deep self-confidence!
Upon receiving the generous gift from the goddess, the poet with superior wisdom immediately thought that there are many "thoughtful people" like himself in the world, and they are also expecting a poetic God to "waste people for Iraq" (Wang Guowei quoted Liu Yong as saying). So the goddess of "Retribution" passed by them again-this is Bing Xin's typical thinking, the thinking of a person who advocates beauty and fraternity. She wants more people to get the gift of the goddess and let the unique beauty of the goddess spread all over the world. This seems to be only the conclusion of the poet's mood and desire, but in fact it makes up an important sum for the integrity and sublimation of the goddess image. At this point, the goddess of poetry has been full of charm and stands in front of readers.
The intangible wealth that The Poet Fairy brought to Bing Xin made her inexhaustible. The voice, temperament and charm of the goddess constitute the creative style and aesthetic pursuit that runs through Bing Xin for decades. This is: "full of tenderness, slight sadness, and lingering desire."
Bing Xin perfectly combines traditional inspiration with her own personality and temperament, forming a unique style, which makes her unique in the literary world. In this sense, the "goddess of poetry" is the poet, that is, the externalized image pursued by the poet himself.
The Goddess of Poetry itself is a good poem written with poetry. Bing Xin's process of getting inspiration, through just 20 lines 100 words, turned her understanding and pursuit of poetry and artistic beauty into vivid and emotional pictures and a magical and moving fantasy. The blending of scenes and situations has aroused the imagination of readers and led people's eyes to a profound artistic realm.
5. Thank you for the wonderful fragments and sentences of White Rose. Why is a white rose standing alone by the river? Is this hazy sky dawn or dusk? (Dreamy state, dreamy feeling-there is no reason to come, I don't know when to come) Where to ask, I just feel that the world of flowers is in front of me.
There are a few white roses in the middle. Just when I was confused, I found myself in the world of flowers, and the image in the title appeared-white rose, which turned out to be in this dreamlike mind. She came, and she came down from the mountain.
Beautiful makeup, as if dressed in white, holding a big bunch of flowers in his hand. (personification, turning static into dynamic, highlights her purity and beauty.
From this time on, the author entered the subconscious description, imagination, fantasy, what white roses would be like. I said, "Come and give you a white rose. You can pin it on your lapel."
She smiled (without saying a word, a quiet and introverted white rose appeared in front of us) and said a word, but she couldn't hear it. However, I don't think I picked it out, and she didn't wear it either. She still walked forward with flowers in her hand.
Oh, so she has flowers! However, from "as if", we can feel the intoxication of "I". ) Looking up at her road, I saw bloom flowers falling on both sides. I think white flowers are better than red flowers after all But why don't I choose and she doesn't wear it? White flowers are better than red flowers. Why? The author didn't say why.
Attention, the point is why I don't take it off and she doesn't wear it? -the theme that leads to the author's thoughts. Where is the road ahead? Why not follow her? (She should be the embodiment of dreams and ideals, and the author is confused and slightly sad.) Everything is over, bloom has hidden, and the dream has awakened. How is the road ahead? Why did you wear it when you picked it? Yes, I woke up from my dream and came back to reality. Does the road in my dream still exist? Will someone really lead them to pursue their dreams? -everything will be verified in reality. )