1. Expansion of the second paragraph of Manjing’s Travel Notes
On the twenty-second day, the weather was slightly peaceful, so I went out to Dongzhi with a few friends and arrived at Manjing.
There are tall willows on the embankment, and the soil is slightly moist. The sky is vast, like a swan that has escaped from its cage. At that time, the ice skin began to melt, and the color of the waves suddenly became bright, and the scales were layered, so clear that the bottom could be seen. The crystals were like a newly opened mirror and the cold light suddenly emerged from the box.
The mountains are washed by the clear snow, and the beauty is as beautiful as wipes. The wicker will be comfortable, and the soft tips will be cloaked.
The wheat fields are shallow and bright. Although there are not many tourists, there are always people drinking tea from the spring, singing songs and people wearing red clothes.
Although the wind is strong, walking makes you sweat profusely. All birds exposed to the sand, sipping the scales of the waves, are leisurely and contented, and there is joy among the feathers and scales.
I know that there is no spring outside the suburbs, and those who live in the city don't know it. Translation: On February 22nd, it was a little warmer. A few friends and I went out of Dongzhimen and arrived at Manjing. Tall willow trees stood in rows on both sides of the embankment, and the fertile land was a little moist.
Looking at the vast landscape, I seemed to be a swan flying out of the cage (very relaxed). At this time, the ice on the river began to melt, and the water waves began to glow, with ripples like fish scales. The water was so clear that you could see the bottom of the river, sparkling, as if you had just opened the mirror box, and a cold light suddenly came from the box. It's like flashing out.
After the mountains have been washed by the melted snow, they are so beautiful, smooth and clean, showing a charming grace, as if a beautiful girl has just finished combing her hair and hair. The willow branches are about to stretch but have not yet stretched. The tender tips spread out in the wind, and the wheat seedlings are unearthed, like short manes, about an inch high.
There are not many tourists, but you can often see people making tea and drinking from Jiquan, singing with wine glasses, and people wearing colorful clothes and riding donkeys. Although the wind is still very strong, sweat will flow out and soak your back while walking.
All the birds basking in the sun on the beach and the fish floating on the water are in a leisurely manner, and all animals are full of joy. (I) just now know that there is no spring outside in the countryside, but people living in the city don't know that.
Division: 1 On the twenty-second day, the weather was slightly peaceful, so I went out to Dongzhi with a few friends to Manjing. The writing direction turned around and entered the practical writing of travel notes.
The time was stated: the 22nd, the location: Manjing. Manjing is the name of a place in the northeastern suburbs of Beijing. According to "Scenery of the Imperial Capital", "There is an ancient well here...and it is higher than the ground. The spring is higher than the well and does not fall in all seasons."
Simple and After accurately identifying the time and place of the travelogue, the author describes the trip in a hierarchical manner from far to near, from surface to point: 2. There are high willows on the embankment, the soil is slightly moist, and the sky is vast as one looks, like a swan that has escaped from its cage. This is a bird's eye view of Manjing.
With only twelve words, the spring scene is outlined in a concise, free and emotional way. Immediately falling in love with the scene, the author who saw spring for the first time felt like a swan flying out of a cage.
A few words complete the description of the surface, that is, changing shape step by step, with a delicate and poetic style, the beautiful scenery of the well is dyed in the east and west: 3 At that time, Bingpi began to Solution, the color of the waves is suddenly bright, the scales are layered, the bottom is clear, the crystals are like a newly opened mirror, and the cold light suddenly emerges from the box; the mountains are washed by the clear snow, as if they are wiped, fresh and bright, like The face of a beautiful girl is in a bun, and her hair is beginning to be swept away; the wicker will be relaxed, the soft tip of the cloak, and the wheat field is lightly covered with mane. Start by writing about water; then write about mountains; then write about fields.
Three groups of beautiful close-ups captivatingly highlight the unique characteristics of early spring in February. 4 All birds exposed to the sand, sipping the scales of the waves, are leisurely and contented, and there is joy among the feathers and scales.
This article uses the method of materializing mood to turn invisible emotions into tangible scenery. It expresses the author's admiration and joy for the spring scenery in a tortuous, clever and charming way. This is also a form of exaggeration.
Wang Chong's "Lunheng·Ganxu" said: "When the Hu Yi plays the drum and the harp, Yuan Yu comes to listen; when the master plays the harp, the six horses raise their heads." The charm of music is best described with the reflection of living things; " The joy of "birds exposed to the sand and sipping the scales of the waves" further shows the warmth of spring.
It means "the tree is like this, how can people be embarrassed". 5 I know that there is no spring outside the countryside, and those who live in the city don't know it.
Ancient prose writers often shaped their own image in their articles intentionally or unintentionally. Prose is like a refracting mirror, reflecting the author and the times. Yuan Hongdao's fresh and elegant landscape travel notes are in line with his willful and uninhibited person.
He regarded being an official as "a hozen entering a cage", "There is no way in the world that Wusha is good, but you alone bow your head and think about the rich grass." ("Shu Nei") "Manjing Travels" is His works in his later years were written in the twenty-seventh year of Wanli (1599). At that time, he was an official in the Ministry of Rites. Although his official duties were leisurely, unlike when he was the magistrate of Wuzhong County, where he was "skinny and busy" and "in an awkward situation", he still The filthy officialdom still made him experience the evil destinies of the human world, which were full of warmth and cold, and alternately yin and yang.
Spring is blooming in the mustard flowers in Xitou. When he occasionally sees young willows blowing in the wind and fish flying in the shallow green mountains and green waters, he seems to suddenly realize: The world is not without spring, and life is not without fun! At the end of his travelogue, he expressed his feelings directly: But the people who live in the city don't know it.
2. Rewrite the second paragraph of "Manjing Travel Notes" into a piece of prose
On the 22nd, the spring was bright, and rays of sunshine shone into the house through the paper windows, hitting me before I opened my eyes. I opened my eyes, so I washed up quickly and opened the door of my house. I saw clear skies, beautiful wind and sunny weather, and full of spring. So, I invited a few friends to visit Manjing. When I arrived at Manjing, I felt the breeze blowing on my face, feeling relaxed and happy. Maybe it's because I've been at home for so long, but everything seems so fresh. Tall willow trees stand on both sides of the river embankment, and at a glance, the vast, moist and fertile land is also full of vitality. At this moment, my mood is like a bird breaking out of its cage and suddenly falling into the embrace of nature. I was flying in the warm spring breeze and saw the ice water on the river melting. The river was sparkling under the sunlight. The breeze was coming, the water was calm and crystal clear. The surface of the river was like a newly polished mirror, which made me unable to open my eyes. The mountains in the distance also seemed to have been wiped clean, euphemistic and moving. The willow branches seemed to be comfortable, and the willow tips were rippling in the spring breeze. The wheat seedlings about an inch high were short and dense, and they also straightened their bodies. Although the people who came to enjoy the spring outing were not as good as Weaving, they still came in small groups. Some used the spring water from the well to make tea; some sang with wine glasses; some came to the locals who were leading the donkeys by the roadside. Wearing the clothes they provided while taking pictures... The spring breeze blew by from time to time, but the tourists were sweating all over their clothes whether it was for joy or for some other reason. Whether it is a bird basking in the sun on the beach or a fish floating on the water, they are enjoying this rare spring scenery as leisurely as the tourists in front of them. This made me think that city people who are used to air-conditioned life do not know spring. The scenery of spring can only be truly experienced in the suburbs. 3. Expansion of the second paragraph of Manjing's travel notes
On the twenty-second day, the weather was slightly peaceful, so I went out to Dongzhi with a few friends and arrived at Manjing. There are high willows on the embankment, and the soil is slightly moist. The sky is vast, like a swan that has escaped from its cage. At that time, the ice skin began to melt, and the color of the waves suddenly became bright, and the scales were layered, so clear that the bottom could be seen. The crystals were like a newly opened mirror and the cold light suddenly emerged from the box. The mountains are washed by the clear snow, and the beauty is like wiping, and the fresh beauty is as bright as a beautiful girl with her beautiful face and bun in a bun. The wicker will be comfortable, and the soft tips will be cloaked. The wheat fields are shallow and bright. Although there are not many tourists, there are always people drinking tea from the spring, singing songs and people wearing red clothes. Although the wind was strong, walking made me sweat profusely. All birds exposed to the sand, sipping the scales of the waves, are leisurely and contented, and there is joy among the feathers and scales. It turns out that there is no spring outside the countryside, and those who live in the city don't know it.
Translation:
On February 22nd, it was a little warmer. A few friends and I went out of Dongzhimen and arrived at Manjing, where tall willow trees stood in rows. On both sides of the embankment, the fertile land is somewhat moist. Looking around is a vast scene, and I feel like a swan flying out of the cage (very relaxed). At this time, the ice on the river began to melt, and the water waves began to glow, with ripples like fish scales. The water was so clear that you could see the bottom of the river, sparkling, as if you had just opened the mirror box, and a cold light suddenly came from the box. It's like flashing out. After the mountains have been washed by the melted snow, they are so beautiful, smooth and clean, showing a charming grace, as if a beautiful girl has just washed her face and combed her bun. The willow branches are about to stretch but have not yet stretched. The tender tips spread out in the wind, and the wheat seedlings are unearthed, like short manes, about an inch high. There are not many tourists yet, but you can often see people making tea and drinking from the spring, singing with wine glasses, and people wearing colorful clothes and riding donkeys. Although the wind is still very strong, sweat will flow out and soak your back while walking. All the birds basking in the sun on the beach and the fish floating on the water are in a leisurely manner, and all animals are full of joy. (I) just now know that there is no spring outside in the countryside, but people living in the city don't know that.
Division:
1 On the twenty-second day, the weather was slightly peaceful, so I went out to Dongzhi with a few friends to Manjing.
The writing changed and entered the practical writing of travel notes. The time was told: the 22nd, the location: Manjing. Manjing is the name of a place in the northeastern suburbs of Beijing. According to "Scenery of the Imperial Capital", "There is an ancient well here...and it is higher than the ground. The spring is higher than the well and does not fall in all seasons."
Simple and After accurately identifying the time and place of the travel note, the author writes about the travel in a clear and hierarchical manner from far to near, from surface to point:
2 There are high willows on the embankment, the soil is slightly moist, and the sky is vast as far as the eye can see. Caged swan.
This is a bird’s eye view of Manjing. Only twelve words are used to outline the spring scene in a concise, free and emotional way. Immediately falling in love with the scene, the author who saw spring for the first time felt like a swan flying out of a cage. A few words complete the description of the surface, that is, changing shapes step by step, with a delicate and poetic style, and the beautiful scenery of the well is dyed in the east and west:
3 At that time, Bingpi began to Solution, the color of the waves is suddenly bright, the scales are layered, the bottom is clear, the crystals are like a newly opened mirror, and the cold light suddenly emerges from the box; the mountains are washed by the clear snow, as if they are wiped, fresh and bright, like The face of a beautiful girl is in a bun and her hair is beginning to be swept away; the wicker will be relaxed, the soft tips of the mantle will be covered, and the wheat field will be lightly covered with mane.
First write about water; then write about mountains; then write about fields. Three groups of beautiful close-ups vividly highlight the unique characteristics of early spring in February.
4 All birds exposed to the sand, sipping the scales of the waves, are leisurely and contented, and there is joy among the feathers and scales.
This article uses the method of materializing the state of mind to turn invisible emotions into tangible scenery. It expresses the author's admiration and joy for the spring scenery in a tortuous, clever and charming way. This is also a form of exaggeration. Wang Chong's "Lunheng·Ganxu" said: "If you play the harp, play the harp, and the fish will come out to listen; when the master is playing the harp, the six horses will raise their heads." The charm of music is expressed with the reflection of living things; "The bird exposed to the sand, sipping the waves The joy of "scales" shows the warmth of spring. It means "the trees are like this, how can people be embarrassed".
5 I know that there is no spring outside the countryside, and those who live in the city don't know it.
Ancient prose writers often shaped their own image in their articles intentionally or unintentionally. Prose is like a refracting mirror, reflecting the author and the times. Yuan Hongdao's fresh and elegant landscape travel notes are in line with his willful and uninhibited person. He regarded being an official as "a hozen entering a cage", "There is no way in the world that the beauty of Wu Sha is good, but you alone bow your head and think about the rich grass." ("Shu Nei") "Travel Notes of Manjing" is his later work, written in In the twenty-seventh year of Wanli (1599), at that time, he was an official in the Ministry of Rites. Although his official duties were leisurely, unlike when he was the magistrate of Wuzhong County, where he was "skinny and busy" and "advancing and retreating in embarrassment", the dirty officialdom still made him taste bad. All the evil in the human world is full of warmth and cold, and alternately yin and yang. Spring is in the mustard flowers in Xitou. When he occasionally sees young willows blowing in the wind and fish swimming in the shallow green mountains and green waters, he seems to suddenly realize: the world is not without spring, and life is not without fun! At the end of his travelogue, he expressed his feelings directly: But the people who live in the city don’t know it! 4. The second paragraph of Manjing Travel Notes was rewritten into a modern text
The weather was slightly warmer, so several friends and I passed through Dongzhimen and arrived at Manjing in the suburbs.
The two places are not far apart, and the scenery is very different. It is already full of spring here. Although it is not like the pure and graceful West Lake pavilion, nor the vast and ethereal landscape of Lijiang River, it casts a subtle feeling in my heart amidst the gloom and desolation.
The beautiful scenery and a different kind of poetry bring me a different kind of joy. The tall willow trees are always the first to sprout, standing quietly on the river embankment.
The fertile land is also a little moist. Maybe I can’t wait any longer. I feel like a swan that has been imprisoned for a long time, always yearning for the sky and my lake that truly belong to me. Now I can finally stay away from the cage, in the I can't help but spread my wings in surprise. Through the delicate new branches of willows, I saw that the thin surface of the ice gradually began to melt, and the water waves emitted bright light, reflecting the beautiful spring scenery that cannot be blocked.
There are waves like fish scales under the ice, and the river water in front of you is crystal clear. It was shiny, like a mirror that had just been opened, without a trace of dust. The cold light suddenly reflected broke the silence of winter, and more and more spring colors came out.
Looking into the distance, you can vaguely see a layer of hazy smoke on the horizon, connected to the tall and handsome mountains over there, washed by the newly melted snow. The beauty is like a gentle brush, fresh and bright, like the elegance and pleasantness of a beautiful girl after her first makeup, giving people an indescribable sense of stability and comfort.
The breeze blows, and the willow tips gently stretch but not stretch, quietly falling away. There are several wheat fields in the fields in the distance, swaying playfully, and it is another happy harvest year.
There are not many tourists, but there are people drawing water and making tea around me all the time. There are various characters serving wine, singing, and riding donkeys in costumes.
The wind is still strong, but after walking for a while, you will be sweating, and waves of spring's resurgent warmth will hit you. The birds basking leisurely in the sun on the beach, the fish floating on the water and drinking leisurely, are free and carefree.
The hairy feathers and scaly hyenas are all glowing with joy, as if they are all happily welcoming the spring. The breath of spring and the joy of spring are everywhere.
Only then did I realize that there was no spring in the fields in the countryside, but that people living in the city did not notice it and ignored this unique beauty of early spring.
5. From what aspect does the second paragraph of Manjing Travels describe the beauty of Manjing?
It writes about the scenery of mountains and rivers, willow branches and wheat germ, the joy of tourists, the joy of fish and birds, and the author’s inner feelings. The second paragraph about the joy of going out to the city is the main part of the text, describing what he saw and felt during the outing. The depression of "not being able to get out" did not dissuade the author from the idea of ??traveling, but instead inspired his enthusiasm for traveling. Waiting for "the sky" "It's a little peaceful", the author flew out of the city gate with "a few friends" like a bird out of its cage, and came to the suburbs. But he saw the long embankment and tall willows, the spring of the earth, the vastness and the vastness, full of vitality. The author wrote about the scenery, mainly about the water, light and mountains. , wicker wheat fields, the joy of tourists, and the "leisure and contentment" of fish and birds. Among them, the part about water and mountains is the focus. The author first uses the technique of line drawing to describe, "the waves are bright, the scales are layered, and the bottom is clear." It depicts the light of the water in early spring; "the beauty is like a wipe, and the freshness is bright and beautiful" to depict the state of the spring mountains. Then, two long sentences are used as metaphors, the water is like a newly opened mirror, and the mountain is like a bun, and the hair is beginning to be combed, which is novel and vivid. The description of the wicker highlights its "comfortable but not comfortable" posture, and the description of the wheat field is "light and shallow", which are all typical early spring scenery. Although the writer has only a few words, it is quite expressive. "The one who drinks tea from the spring is the Lei "And the Singers, Dressed in Red and Stunting" combines scenes of tea tasting, drinking, and watching on donkeys into one shot. Although it is "not yet prosperous", it is already very lively. There are also birds basking in the sun, drinking water and playing in the waves. Fish, they are no less happy than tourists, as if "everything is full of joy" between their feathers, scales and fins. In the end, the author concludes with a sentence: "I know that there is no spring outside the suburbs, and those who live in the city don't know it." This sentence responds to this sentence. The first paragraph is an affirmation of one's own trip in the cold, and expresses regret that "city dwellers" are trapped in the capital and do not know the beautiful spring. 6. The second paragraph of Manjing’s Travel Notes has been rewritten into prose
Brought to you, written in the first person, please refer to:
The climate in the north is cold, and after the Flower Festival, The residual cold is still very strong, and there is often a cold wind. When the cold wind blows, sand and rocks fly away. People are confined in a room and want to get out but can't. Every time I walked quickly on the road in the wind, I would turn back before I could even take a hundred steps. On the 22nd, the weather was slightly warmer, so a few friends and I walked out of Dongzhimen and arrived at Manjing. Tall willow trees stand on both sides of the embankment, and the fertile soil is slightly moist. At a glance, it is vast in all directions, and it feels like a flying swan that has escaped from its cage. At this time, the ice on the water surface began to dissolve, and the colors on the water waves became clear. The microwaves on the water surface were rippling like layers of fish scales. The water was crystal clear and sparkling like a mirror that had just been opened from the mirror box, suddenly emitting cold light. The mountains have been washed by clear snow, and the beauty of the mountains seems to have just been wiped clean, bright and bright, like an outstanding beauty who has just washed her face and combed her hair. The willow branches are about to germinate but have not yet sprouted. The tender willow tips are blown by the wind, and the young seedlings in the wheat field are only more than an inch long.
Although there are not many tourists, you can still see people boiling spring water and making tea, drinking and singing, and beautiful women riding donkeys. Although the wind is still strong, it is still difficult to walk on foot. Still sweating profusely. The water birds basking in the sun on the sand and the fish sucking water on the waves are all leisurely and contented, and their feathery scales and fins are full of joy.
Only then did I realize: there is no news of spring in the countryside and fields, it’s just that people living in the city don’t know about it. The only official position is "professor", which allows one to wander leisurely among mountains, rocks and trees without delaying business due to sightseeing. And Manjing happens to be close to my residence. My travels will start from this place. How could there be no recorded articles! 7. The second paragraph of Manjing Travel Notes was rewritten into a modern text
The weather was slightly warmer, so several friends and I passed through Dongzhimen and arrived at Manjing in the suburbs. The two places are not far apart, and the scenery is very different. It is already full of spring here. Although it is not like the pure and graceful West Lake pavilion, nor the vast and ethereal landscape of Lijiang River, it casts a subtle feeling in my heart amidst the gloom and desolation. The beautiful scenery and a different kind of poetry bring me a different kind of joy.
The tall willow trees are always the first to sprout, standing quietly on the river embankment. The fertile land is also a little moist. Maybe I can’t wait any longer. I feel like a swan that has been imprisoned for a long time. I have been longing for the sky and my lake that truly belong to me. Now I can finally stay away from the cage and spread my wings in the uncontrollable surprise. Flying.
Through the delicate new branches of willows, I saw that the thin surface of the ice gradually began to melt, and the water waves emitted bright light, reflecting the beautiful spring scenery that cannot be blocked. There are waves like fish scales under the ice, and the river water is crystal clear in front of you. It was shiny, like a mirror that had just been opened, without a trace of dust. The cold light suddenly reflected broke the silence of winter, and more and more spring colors came out.
Looking into the distance, you can vaguely see a layer of hazy smoke on the horizon, connected to the tall and handsome mountains over there, washed by the newly melted snow. The beauty is like a gentle brush, fresh and bright, like the elegance and pleasantness of a beautiful girl after her first makeup, giving people an indescribable sense of stability and comfort.
The breeze blows, and the willow tips gently stretch but not stretch, quietly falling away. There are several wheat fields in the fields in the distance, swaying playfully, and it is another happy harvest year. There are not many tourists yet, but there are always people drawing water and making tea around me. There are various characters serving wine, singing, and riding donkeys in costumes. The wind is still strong, but after walking for a while, you will be sweating profusely, and waves of spring's resurgent warmth will hit you.
The birds basking leisurely in the sun on the beach, and the fish floating on the water to drink leisurely, are free and carefree. The hairy feathers and scaly hyenas are all glowing with joy, as if they are all happily welcoming the spring.
The breath of spring and the joy of spring are everywhere. Only then did I realize that there was no spring in the fields in the countryside, but the people living in the city did not notice it and ignored this unique beauty of early spring. 8. A 300-word imitation of the second paragraph of Manjing’s Travel Notes in vernacular, thank you
The climate in Beijing is cold, and after the Flower Festival, the remaining cold is still very severe.
The cold wind blows frequently, and when the wind blows, sand and rocks fly. I had to stay confined in a room and couldn't get out.
Every time I walked quickly in the wind, I was forced to come back within a hundred steps. On the 22nd, the weather got a little warmer, so a few friends and I walked out of Dongzhimen and arrived at Manjing.
There are tall willow trees growing on both sides of the river embankment, the fertile land is slightly moist, and there is an open and open scene as far as the eye can see. I feel like a swan flying out of a cage. At this time, the ice on the river had just melted, and the water waves began to glow, with layers of ripples like fish scales. The river water was clear and transparent, and the surface of the water shone like a mirror box that had just been opened. A cold light suddenly shot out from the mirror box. Same.
The mountains were washed clean by the melted snow, and they were as beautiful as if they had just been wiped clean. They were as delicate and bright as a beautiful girl who had just finished combing her hair and bun after washing her face. The wicker is about to stretch but has not yet stretched, and its tender tips spread out in the wind.
The low wheat seedlings are like the long hair on the neck of an animal, about an inch high. Although there are not many tourists, there are people making tea and drinking from the spring, singing with wine glasses, and riding donkeys in colorful clothes. , can also be seen from time to time. Although the wind is still very strong, walking will make you sweat.
All the birds basking in the sun on the beach and the fish floating on the water looked leisurely and at ease, and all animals exuded the atmosphere of joy. Only then did I realize that there is no spring in the suburbs, it’s just that people living in the city don’t know it.
This is the only official position that does not delay official business because of sightseeing and leisurely play among the mountains, rocks, grass and trees. And Manjing happens to be close to my residence. My travel will start from now on, how can I not record it! It was already February of Jihai year.