It is understood that, as a collection of modern and contemporary literary works read by senior high school students, "Senior High School Chinese Extracurricular Reading Training 100 (Golden Edition)" contains 45 modern and contemporary literary works from Poland, Bulgaria, India, France, China and Taiwan Province Province of China.
Flourishing Red Leaves was written in August, 20001year, and published in June, 2002+October, 2002, People's Daily's "The Good Earth" supplement. After the publication of this article, it has been selected into books such as Anhui Children's Publishing House, Beijing Chaohua Publishing House, Jilin Yanbian University Publishing House, Reading Chinese, Touching the Heart, and Super Reading in Junior High School. Since 2003, this article has also been selected into the simulated test papers of college entrance examination Chinese in many middle schools in Anhui, Zhejiang, Fujian, Guangdong and other places, and the test questions about this article are as high as 14 to 25 points.
Xinglong hongyeqing
Xu Feng
You can't find red leaves in the city. In late autumn, the trees in the city began to fidget, like a dissatisfied housewife, without passion. The leaves began to fall helplessly, then they were trampled by passers-by and quickly swept away. The leaves are orange and mottled. Like a woman who goes to make up, pale and powerless.
So you see the trees in autumn, along with their leaves, are ignored. There are no more lovers' whispers and children's laughter under the tree. If someone is still standing under the tree and staring at the trunk in a daze, it may cause a small group of people.
Therefore, the trees in the city are sad, and the leaves of the trees in the city are also sad, no more sad than the trees in the country or the trees in the virgin forest.
In this season, I suddenly found the red leaves of Xinglong Mountain not far from Lanzhou. The mountains and plains are dazzling, and under the cover of drizzle, it is like a splash-ink landscape painting embedded in the mountains. That red is atmospheric, with the unrestrained nature of the mountain; It is implicit, as if repressed, waiting for the moment of the outbreak. At this time, the red leaves are lovely.
I think this kind of scenery is an illusion in the city. In fact, there are few illusions. But this is real. There are bridges and water. As for the others, they are all mountain aunts who clean the stairs. It is at this time that the red leaves sway gently, your eyes follow, your mood follows, your thoughts follow, and even at the moment when the red leaves fall, your heart suddenly falls.
Red leaves are awe-inspiring, especially in the slightly cold mountainous areas. In some bleak late autumn, they are full of vitality and vitality. They are smiling, smiling brightly; They not only set off the vastness of mountain shadows, but also dominated the true colors of life, so they have reason to be proud.
Standing under the tree and looking up, you will find that the red leaves are so fresh and tender. Thin raindrops keep falling with the slight mountain wind, and the feeling of weakness and gentleness will spread on the face immediately. If you can't help but want to touch them, you are likely to fall in the rain, or the red leaves will rustle before you climb the tree, so you regret it. In fact, even the best things will be eclipsed in your hands. The beauty of red leaves lies in looking up. In a canyon, a ravine, or a roadside, watching from a distance, watching from a distance, or watching carefully through the window in melodious and soothing music, your mind will be much calmer.
The spirit of Hongye is positive, unassuming, not pretentious, not hypocritical, not playing hard to get. Such scenery is hard to find. Only in the mountains, in the pure nature without pollution, impetuousness and material desire, will she really exist.
Red leaves are such a feeling. It's beautiful from a distance and delicate and lovely from a close look. I don't even know the real names of the red leaves and the trees that planted them, but do they matter? Just like a woman walking leisurely in the street, if you know where she comes from, where she goes, her fragility and her flaws, will your eyes wander?
I said, if only there were such a red leaf on the balcony. My friend said, if you leave here, Hongye will die. Even if they are not dead, red is mixed with other ingredients, just like the faces of women in cities, which are submerged by chemical things.
When I left, I picked up two red leaves that had just fallen. One circle is bright red blood, and the middle is dark yellow. The stem is like a little red candle. I think my daughter will be surprised when she sees it. In the city, she may never see the real red and the real yellow. Her eyes were tightly blindfolded.