Hutuo River is only one mile away from our village. At that time, I had not seen the Hutuo River. What is a river? I don't know. All I know is that the Hutuo River is wild and difficult to control. I really want to meet it and see what I have in common with it. I think it's probably a person, stronger than me, and maybe only it can control me.
Before long, I remembered it was spring. I took my sister and aunt Bao, a bamboo basket and a hoe to dig wild garlic in Hutuo River. Aunt Bao took me all the way. She has no children and especially likes dolls. I asked Aunt Bao and my sister, "What is the Hutuo River like? See how to call it? "
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They said, "Don't shout, it's not people. You will know when you get there. " I still can't figure out their answer.
When we walked into the endless wilderness, Aunt Bao pointed to the front and said, "That's the Hutuo River." But I didn't see anything. Where is the Hutuo River? There is nothing there. It was a dusty beach, lying there knowing nothing, except sand, all stones, large and small. I feel extremely disappointed, Hutuo River, you humiliated me! How can I be like this Hutuo River crying and telling me not to wake up?
Sister and aunt Bao are talking and laughing in the Woods on the shore, bowing their heads to pick wild vegetables. I walked to the Hutuo River, and they said sadly. I am looking for my lost dream, and I am looking for the Hutuo River in my heart in Hutuo River.
No sooner had I stepped off the beach from the shore than my sister called me, "Don't go over there, go ashore quickly." I'm confused. I don't know what a coast is. What's so terrible about sand and stones? I just want to move on. My sister ran down like a gust of wind, dragged me into the Woods and said, "just stay on the shore. Go down and the water will wash you away." I stared at my sister and asked, "Where is the flood?" My sister said to me, "Yes. Come as you say. " My sister explained to me: "A few years ago, someone walked from one side of the river to the other, walking on the beach, and suddenly saw the Hutuo River coming. It stood high and rushed over. The man was washed away before it turned around. "
My sister's words made my hair explode. I looked at the Hutuo River a few steps away, and I was really scared. Is it really coming? Looking from the far left to the far right, gray sand and gray stones seem to be rolling up, and there is no head or tail in sight. I vaguely feel that the Hutuo River is a giant snake flying. This beach is its shed skin, and countless stones are scales of skin. This makes me feel that this lifeless skin (whether it is a snake or a river) is as terrible as a snake swimming in the grass. I know, the snake will come as soon as it says. It has run away from the grass before you can see it clearly. The Hutuo River must also be like this.
I have never seen the Hutuo River, but it stopped me. On the way home, Aunt Bao took my hand and said, "Oh, your hands are so cold!" " "I said nothing. They didn't expect that I was frightened by the Hutuo River that I had never seen before. Not only my hands are cold, but also my heart is cold, and I know it myself.
When I got home, the first thing I asked my grandmother was, "How can I be like the Hutuo River?" Grandma smiled and said, "Have you seen the Hutuo River? Tell me what the Hutuo River looks like. " Grandma must know that she can't see the real Hutuo River now. I said, "Hutuo River is dry stone and dry sand." "That's not a river." "Where is the river?" "The river hasn't come yet." "When will you come?" "Just like your bad temper, no one can tell when you come, for fear that you can't tell yourself." What my grandmother said is exactly the same as what my sister said. Now I understand why they say I am a small Hutuo River.
/kloc-in the autumn of 0/929, I was in the first grade in the village primary school. One day, the window was clear, and I woke up like a dream, as if I had been pushed. First of all, I felt a voice that seemed too loud to hear. It should be sound, but heaven and earth become unusually silent because of it: all known and familiar sounds are swallowed up by it. I asked my grandmother, "What is this noise?" Grandma whispered, "The river is overflowing." The big river is Hutuo River. I slipped off the kang and fell to the ground before I could get dressed. I started running outside, shouting, "Why didn't you wake me up?" "I came in the middle of the night, and no one knows when I came." At this moment, I seem to hear hundreds of dogs groaning in the village! My two dogs are twisting their necks, but I don't hear dogs barking. Their voices were swallowed up by the Hutuo River. They probably felt strange, too, and stopped barking. They squatted on the ground and pricked up their ears. They have never seen the Hutuo River. That voice, no, that Hutuo River seems to be spewing out from the depths of the ground for a while; Then I felt it thundered in the sky, as if it had fallen from the sky. My grandmother once again said to me, "This is the Hutuo River." At this time, although I haven't seen the Hutuo River yet, I really feel it coming. I can hear the barking of dogs and villagers from far and near, but I can't tell for a moment. In addition, this is a turbulent atmosphere filled with the whole space ... this is the momentum of the Hutuo River.
Grandma held out her hands to stop me from going. Where can she stop me? Am I not just a small Hutuo River? The Hutuo River is getting louder and louder, and the flood seems to have flooded our village. I heard someone standing on the roof and shouting in a muffled voice, "Young students, stop the water quickly and get a shovel and a four-toothed iron rake!" " "Of course, I am a young man. I shouldered the shovel as instructed and ran to the gate. People ran towards the river, and I squeezed into the crowd. ...
A few days ago, it rained heavily. Today, there are no clouds, but the sky feels dark and low. Adults and I ran without rest. After a critical moment (an ancient city wall), we suddenly saw the Hutuo River. It doesn't flow like water, but a large piece of dark brown land crawls around. I can't see the bright splash. This is Qian Qian's 10,000 wild animals, hunched over, coming at a gallop. As a result of galloping, their stretched and contracted bodies have been stretched many times, forming an unusually broad and harmonious rhythm. Hutuo River is divided into two parts: upstream and downstream. Below is the dignified land of water, and above is the colorful wild animals flying, as if flying in the water. I heard the sound of drowning everything. It was the roar of 10,000 wild animals in Qian Qian and the gasps of the water they trampled on.
The forest where my sister and aunt Bao picked wild garlic has disappeared. All the gray sand stones that caused my sadness and fear are gone. They were obviously swallowed alive by the Hutuo River. Now I understand what my sister said about the coast. The shore is the land that the river always wants to swallow, and it is not stable. Older students forbade me and other younger students to walk to the shore, but I still crossed the bare fence with the same color as Hutuo River and walked to the front of the river. I feel that the ground under my feet seems to jump into the river involuntarily. I reached into the muddy river. I want to touch the Hutuo River. It almost pulled me into its arms, and I felt its strong palm tightly holding my hand. A man picked me up and threw me behind the crowd.
My sister came to see me. She didn't force me to go home. She just grabbed my hand and stood on a high ground. Walking through the crowd, I saw a layer of sawdust-like foam floating on the river surface on the shore. There is a bend here. Many brave people used four-toothed harrows to pick up the whole tree, drowned sheep, rafters, windows, doors and clothes from the river … but no one went down into the river.
When I came to Hutuo River, I didn't seem to hear any sound, even the shouts of adults, only their wide mouths and moving nostrils. The sound of the river became a solidified space.
For the first time, I feel how small I am!
A few days later, the flood receded and I went to see the Hutuo River once. The coast appeared again, and the stones appeared again. The Hutuo River doesn't seem to have gone far, as if the whole land has sunk into the deep soil and may pop up at any time.
Hutuo River is the core memorial river of my life. It's big and I'm small. I will never grow as big as it, but I can hide it deeply in my heart, including its dark brown river like trembling earth, its trembling coast, its roar and atmosphere that pervades the world.
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This article is a far-reaching narrative prose. The text tells an indissoluble complex about his hometown-Hutuo River when he was young, and expresses the author's deep feelings for his hometown.
The title explains my relationship with Hutuo River: Mother River nourishes my growth, and its unruly character is also my character. It is my emotional pillar and my spiritual paradise.
The author's psychological changes: from expectation to disappointment, from disappointment to fear, from fear to kindness, from kindness to praise.
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The full text can be divided into four parts.
first part
(Section 1~2) When I was a child, my grandmothers all said that "I" was like the Hutuo River, so "I" had the idea of seeing it, and at the same time, through my doubts, I was guided to see the river, which attracted readers' interest in reading and took care of the topic.
At the beginning, my grandmother said, "Your temper is really small Hutuo River." This sentence not only leads to the following description of the Hutuo River, but also closely links "I" with the Hutuo River, which plays a key role.
At first, "I" only felt a little wild and often out of control of adults. Probably for this reason, I was compared with Hutuo River. So "I" thought that Hutuo River was mostly a person, longer and stronger than me and could control me.
Writing the characteristics of Hutuo River and the expectation of "I" with the imagination of "I" can also arouse readers' interest in reading.
the second part
(Verses 3~9), not long after I finished writing, "I" saw the Hutuo River for the first time, but the Hutuo River became my lost dream.
Because the Hutuo River in my mind should be a magnificent and turbulent flood. However, the Hutuo River in front of us is actually an invisible Hutuo River. "Except the sand, it's all big and small stones", which makes me extremely sad. Hutuo River became my lost dream.
Judging from the full text, the above descriptions of Hutuo River are all foreshadowing, and the real Hutuo River is vividly portrayed in these foreshadowing.
In this part, the author adopts the description method of combining reality with reality. Write the Hutuo River in my mind first, then write the Hutuo River without water, and then write the Hutuo River in my imagination, thus highlighting the important position of Hutuo River in my mind.
the third part
(Section 10~ 17) Writing "I" finally saw the magnificent and thunderous Hutuo River, and I gave up my wish.
This part begins with the grandeur of the flood. When the river flooded, I finally saw the Hutuo River that I missed so much.
These actions of "running naked" and "shouting while running" express my urgent mood of wanting to see the Hutuo River.
Writing about the dog's modality, the sound of the river and the crying of people all set off the momentum when the Hutuo River flooded.
Writing about grandma stopping me and my sister looking for me not only wrote about people's panic when the Hutuo River flooded; At the same time, it highlights my temperament of "no one can say clearly when I speak, and I am afraid that I can't say clearly". It's really like the Hutuo River. It can't stop.
Then write the roaring momentum of Hutuo River. Write "I" and reach out and touch the water of Hutuo River, revealing the cordial feelings for Hutuo River. Then I wrote how I felt when I saw the Hutuo River.
Finally, a few days later, the flood subsided, and "I" visited the Hutuo River again, which was inseparable from myself.
part four
(section 18), summarizing his attachment to the Hutuo River.
The author's reverence, love, attachment and pride to nature, his concern for Hutuo River and his love for his hometown.
Hutuo River is the core memorial river of my life, which shows that although Hutuo River is so great and I am so small, "I" am proud of having a character similar to Hutuo River.
Parts 2 and 3 can be merged. Then divide them into two layers.
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"This moaning dog barks, and the villagers cry from far to near. I can recognize anyone's voice at ordinary times, but I can't tell them all at the moment. There is also a turbulent atmosphere that fills the whole space ... "This is the momentum of the Hutuo River.
Comments: This passage does not directly describe the aggressive appearance of the Hutuo River, but through "unable to distinguish the usual voice" and "the turbulent atmosphere full of the whole space", the reader can better feel the thrilling scene from the side and be shocked by the majestic momentum of the Hutuo River. We can't hear the "moaning dogs and the shouts of villagers far and near", but we can see the overwhelming deafening noise when the Hutuo River comes. "Turbulent air filled the chest." This book is an exaggerated writing technique, which only reproduces the suffocating scene at that time. The ellipsis shows that this is not the whole reason for the thrilling Hutuo River. This is the momentum of the Hutuo River in the author's eyes.
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A famous contemporary poet, whose original name was Shi, was later changed to Shi (he was renamed because he didn't get 65,438+000 points in writing the word "Cheng" in an exam, and it was mentioned in the work "My First Book". ), who used the pen name Gu Feng. The distant ancestor was Mongolian. 1923 10 was born in a poor peasant family in Dingxiang county, Shanxi province. /kloc-Before he was 0/4 years old, he had been in the countryside, herding cattle, collecting firewood, singing yangko, practicing boxing, wrestling, making clay sculptures, and fighting in blowing sheng. He is the most naughty boy in the village. He is covered with scars and has never faded in his life. After two years of primary school, I can't even write my own name correctly. I always write the word "Cheng" wrong. My father is a middle school teacher with artistic temperament and democratic and free thinking. During the Great Revolution, he studied in Peking University and wrote old poems with superb skills. Since he was ten years old, he has been fascinated by reading obscure books and periodicals hidden by his father. His mother taught him to read Tang poetry. His mother was straightforward and stubborn by nature, and he inherited some emotional qualities from her. After the outbreak of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, he went into exile with his father in Shaanxi, sold newspapers in xi 'an, studied painting for several months, climbed Longshan to Tianshui on foot, and entered a middle school that specially recruited exiled students in the war zone. I am fascinated by painting and writing poems, but I tried to study Lu Yi in northern Shaanxi several times. 1940 began to publish poetry, 194 1 Chengdu published a poetic drama "Sorrow of Wisdom", 1942 Guilin published "Ordos Grassland", which attracted the attention of the poetry circle. At the same time, he was deeply attracted by the fresh poetic style of a group of young poets, such as Zou Difan, A Long,, and Lv Yuan. 1943 was admitted to northwest university in chenggu, Shaanxi province, majoring in Russian. At the beginning of 1945, the literary journal Filariasis was edited in Xi 'an. Life in Color was published in the summer of 1948 and entered the North China Liberated Area in August of 1948. In the early days of the People's Republic of China, I worked in colleges and universities and the army. 1955 was arrested and examined for Hu Feng's case, and it was not until 1980 that he was rehabilitated. In the 1970s, when I was working in Xianning Cadre School in Hubei Province, poetry suddenly rose from my grief and indignation. From 1979, he wrote about two or three hundred poems. He once wrote "Hutuo River and Me", describing his past experiences with Hutuo River when he was a child.
Han Niu is a poet who grew up in the 1940s. After mourning for a maple tree for a long time, he won the literary creation award of 198 1-1982, and the hot spring won the national excellent new poetry collection award.
After ups and downs, in the new period of China's literature, he regained the vitality of poetry. The collection of poems "Hot Springs" won the Excellent Poetry Collection Award of Chinese Writers Association. Han Niu's poems not only have the depth of history and soul, but also have the experience of social reality and life, and are ideological and artistic. Han Niu said that he likes and pursues a kind of poem which is composed of scenes and images. It has been thirty or forty years. This kind of poetry has a feeling of reality, history, nature and ideals. , has long been precipitated, condensed or instantly sublimated and erupted, with physical image and touchability. Poetry is not to reproduce life, but to discover and create situations that are not in life through hard work and sincere exploration and thinking step by step. Han Niu said that every time he writes a poem, he always feels that this is the first time to write a poem. It has nothing to do with any previous poem. In the case that he is almost a beginner, he is full of piety and mystery. In the field of life and poetry, I constantly struggle, explore, surpass and discover, and I have never found any new situation. I never write any poems. Of course, critics can see traces from his poems for decades, but in fact, his life's creation is endless, not a river with a shore. He would rather be immature and inexperienced, and never go to the end in his creation. His life will always be full of sad new wounds. The poems in the collection of poems "Hot Springs" can be said to be situational poems. Most of the poems here were written by the May 7th Cadre School during the Cultural Revolution. If these poems are divorced from the life situation and regarded as ordinary natural poems, it is difficult to understand the suggestibility and pertinence of these poetic images and the life situation that produces these emotions. In the May 7th Cadre School, these poems he silently wrote have the same emotional trend and the same conception, which almost became a conditioned reflex. Many ordinary things often suddenly ignite some emotions hidden in his heart at that time. At that time, for him, only poetry could make the soul get comfortable breathing in the sweltering heat. Therefore, these poems, which he has always felt heavy in his heart, inevitably carry a sad and idealistic tone. The birth of the eagle reminds people of a western proverb: "The eagle sometimes flies lower than the chicken, but the chicken will never fly as high as the eagle." This poem describes the poet's yearning for the eagle. The dangerous geopolitical environment of the May 7th Cadre School can be compared to the birth of the eagle. Bamboo Root shows that the poet is very good at discovering what belongs to poetry from his daily life. On the dry and hot land, the broken bamboo roots left traces of water. This is a very ordinary poem, but it has aroused the poet's imagination and experience. The vitality of bamboo has inspired the poet's vitality. "Snake Egg" is rich in artistic depiction, and the whole story is artistic depiction, so the poet expressed his complex and peculiar feelings about life. Regret for the Past is a poem that has been deeply explored. Cutting down trees is a very common thing, which can really symbolize something. But in this poem, the poet has a unique discovery and in-depth excavation, which is unusual: "But there is so much fragrance in its life" and "fragrance/sadness". These descriptions remind us of a great man, and only after he fell did people feel his value. The more people realize this value, the more sad they are. The idea of "giant roots" is also very strange: tenacious life is always buried deep underground, and the most flammable things have long-term condensed heat. South China Tiger is a famous poem, and its artistic description has left a deep impression on people. It can be said that since Rilke's "Leopard" came out, any poem about animals has to be tested in front of it, because "Leopard" is so good. Compared with the leopard, Han Niu has his own unique observation angle and profound feelings. Here, besides describing the tiger's blood and tears, the poet also observed the relationship between the audience and the tiger, and set off the tiger's peaceful lying with the audience's timidity, despair, pity and absurdity. The South China Tiger is the symbol of all persecuted great men, and those spectators symbolize the supporters who appear as sad spectators when all great and magnificent things are destroyed; Although these people are young, they have the right to see the tiger outside the cage. Orchids are very poetic and meaningful: orchids can't be found not because they don't exist, but because they can't tell bluegrass from weeds. Muntjac is very touching. A poet can't write the last two lines without great love. The creative process of Scar is as follows: because the poet has scars, he can find the scars of trees; It is only because of the poet's deep experience that he can say such inspiring words as "all scars have deep roots"
Han Niu's masterpiece is:
Mourn for a maple tree, a South China tiger, a half tree, a distant sky, a bloody horse and an unforgettable habit.
Poetry: sea butterflies, hot springs, motherland, love and songs, colorful life.