1, original text
laugh
The rain gradually died down, and clear light came in from behind the curtains. Open the window and have a look, ah! The clouds are gone, and the residual water droplets on the leaves reflect the moon, flashing and moving like a thousand fluorescent spots. -I didn't expect such a beautiful picture after the bitter rain!
Standing in front of the window for a while, I felt a little cold. When I turned around, I was dazzled. Everything else in the room is hidden in a faint mist, only the angel in the picture on the wall is immersed in a faint light. -angels in white, holding flowers, holding wings, smiled at me.
"This smile seems to have been seen somewhere. When will I ... "I unconsciously sat under the window and thought silently.
The closed heart curtain slowly opened, pouring out an impression of five years ago. A long ancient road. The mud under the donkey's feet is slippery. The water in the ditch gurgled. The green trees near the village are all caged in wet smoke. Bowed crescent moon, hanging in the treetops. Walking, there seems to be a child on the side of the road, holding a pile of white things. The donkey passed by with no intention of turning back. He smiled at me barefoot with flowers in his arms.
"This smile seems to have been seen somewhere!" I still want to-silently.
Another curtain of gravity appeared, which slowly opened and poured out the impression of ten years ago. -the rain under the eaves falls on Mao's clothes drop by drop. The blisters on the edge of the earth steps are turning. The straw and grape trellis in front of the door are all new yellow and light green, which are very bright and beautiful. -After a while, it finally cleared up and went downhill quickly. I saw the moon coming head-on from the sea, and suddenly remembered that I had forgotten something, stopped and turned around. The old woman in this small room-leaning against the door, holding flowers, smiled at me slightly.
This equally subtle expression, like a hairspring, flutters and gathers together.
At this time, it is refreshing and peaceful, such as going to the celestial world and returning to my hometown. San Xiao, who appeared in front of me, suddenly melted and couldn't see clearly in the harmony of love.
2. Brief analysis
This article is Bing Xin's early masterpiece (1900- 1999), which was published in the first issue of 192 1 Bing Xin's prose is famous for its beauty, elegance and innocence. In her early years, she believed in the "philosophy of love", generally speaking, it is the love of everything in the universe, especially for mother, children and natural beauty. "Laughter" embodies her thoughts. She eulogized the surreal "love", that is, her dissatisfaction and disappointment with the darkness and filth of society at that time.
3. Introduction to the author
Bing Xin (190010.05 ─1999.02.28) died at the age of 99. He was born in Hengling Village, Changle, Fuzhou, Fujian Province. His original name was Xie Wanying and his pen name was Bing Xin. It means "a piece of ice in the jade pot". Known as the "old man of the century", he is a famous modern poet, writer, translator and children's writer. He used to be honorary chairman of the Central Committee of China Association for Promoting Democracy, vice chairman of China Federation of Literary and Art Circles, honorary chairman and consultant of Chinese Writers Association, and honorary director of China Translators Association.