This article describes a dying bare buttonwood tree. Even after being struck by the wind and eaten by ants, there are still many green leaves on the tree when spring comes, but this new life is attacked by the wind and hurt by ants. However, the brave phoenix tree did not lose its ambition to survive. It is still budding and spitting new leaves, and it has been busy for a whole spring.
In writing, this article has the following characteristics:
First, express your ambition by holding things. Since ancient times, many literati have expressed their feelings for the phoenix tree, which has always been a symbol of desolation and sadness. For example, Wang Changling's "Poem of Long Faith in Autumn" says: "The phoenix tree in Jinjing is yellow with autumn leaves, and the bead curtain does not roll at night. The jade pillow in the smoke cage has no color, so you can lie down and listen to the Nangong long. " It is about a girl who is deprived of her youth, freedom and happiness and is alone in a desolate and lonely palace. Another example is Zhou Zizhi's "Partridge Sky" in Song Dynasty: "A little residual red will be exhausted, and the screen will be full of autumn breeze. It rained on the third night, and the plane leaves sounded like parting. " It depicts a lonely hero, but the author Su does the opposite, and endows Wutong with the sadness.
Secondly, the author first tries his best to describe the dead state and harsh environment of the phoenix tree. "I'm afraid this phoenix tree will never live again", "The branches of the phoenix tree are eroded by ants and gradually lose their fruit", "After a thunderstorm overnight, the upper part of it will be split, leaving only a tree more than 20 feet high". In this state, the phoenix tree actually shows a lot of green leaves.
Third, the side foil. In order to express the theme more deeply and leave a broader imagination space for readers, the author not only praised the phoenix tree positively, but also set off its tenacious vitality from the side. "Old cypress orange is still green" and "close to the ancient elm to protect its green leaves", but in the end, everyone can't help sighing with the west wind, which is in sharp contrast with the optimistic and strong phoenix tree.
Fourthly, by analogy, Dali Chrysanthemum struggling in weeds, morning glory withered by vines, Lilium lianum and Impatiens all stubbornly live in cold and cool dew, showing their fertility strength. The author praises them, in fact, they are also praising the phoenix tree, which makes its tenacious vitality universal.
Fifth, echo from beginning to end. In this paper, the changes of Platanus acerifolia in different seasons are used as clues to organize the material, which echoes from beginning to end. At the beginning, I wrote with a sigh of regret from passers-by that "this phoenix tree may never live again"! At the end, I wrote people's regret, "This phoenix tree may never live again", responding to the beginning. But the author didn't stop there. The sentence "I know a tung tree fell in the soil" has brought people new hope. Even if this phoenix tree dies, its seeds will continue to live!
Original text:
I'm afraid this phoenix tree will never live again!
When people walk under the bare buttonwood, they always say so regretfully.
The place where this phoenix tree was born is really strange. The house we lived in was originally divided into two rooms for two families. This phoenix tree just grows in the middle of the house, impartial, which can be said to be the dividing line between the two families.
Although there is only one stone step in front of the house, there are two roads from the front to the outside of the garden-one for each family, and the phoenix tree was born in the middle of the two roads. Shade covered the pastures of the two families, and it rained at night. Poetry was shared by the two families.
Unfortunately, there are too many ants in the garden, and the branches of the phoenix tree are eroded by ants and gradually weaken. One night after a thunderstorm, its upper part was split, leaving only a tree more than 20 feet high, standing there gracefully like a sapphire.
When spring comes, there are many green leaves on the tree, which cling to the end of the tree and look like a palm tree.
Who says this phoenix tree will never live again? Now it has new leaves and even new skills, and will soon be able to restore its former beauty.
A gust of wind passed, and Ye Er was cut down again. When I picked it up, the snowman had bitten off two thirds-ants again. Damn it.
But the brave phoenix tree didn't stop it from surviving.
The ants are coming again, and the wind is rising again. Ye Er, as big as a palm, floated away again, but it didn't care. It is still sprouting and spitting new leaves, and it has been busy for a whole spring and summer.
Qiu Lai, cypress and orange are still lush, but other trees are gaunt. The old elm tree, which is nearly ancient, protects its green leaves, just like the old people want to preserve the furniture they have worked hard for half their lives, but how can Xifeng not be a loser? Now its leaves are almost gone, and the lush green leaves in the garden have also decreased, but the blue sky has also increased. Betty, who is climbing on the elm trunk, is also very happy. There is no shelter on it and she can drink wind and frost. His face is as red as a maple leaf. He is so self-righteous that he looks up and groans regardless of the old and dilapidated elm trees.
The chrysanthemums in Dali stagger, and they are still struggling to produce red flowers in the weeds. Petunia vines have long withered, but they are still in full bloom, only smaller than before. They are full of lavender and bright red flowers in the cold dew, which is even more beautiful and pitiful. There are also fields where musk flowers and impatiens have been planted before, and sometimes a few residual flowers can be seen. In the autumn wind, there are always butterflies flying and stopping in the flowers.
At this time, another plane tree in the garden has flown to most of it. Naturally, the bare plane tree has nothing but a slender and graceful branch, standing in the bleak sunset.
This phoenix tree. I'm afraid it will never live again!
People walk under the bare buttonwood, if you say so regretfully.
However, I know that next spring will come.
Will there be ants and breezes next spring?
However, I know that a tung tree has fallen into the soil.
That's all,