After reading Lu Xun's "Flowers bloom and flowers fall in the morning, from a hundred herbs garden to a three-pool moon", I enjoyed the innocent feelings between the lines from time to time and couldn't help but see the fascinating natural picture scroll.
"There is a garden behind the three pools and the moon. Although small, you can climb the flower bed to fold wintersweet, and look for cicadas or osmanthus trees on the ground. The best job is to catch flies and feed ants. There was no sound in silence. However, the students went to the garden for too long and too much, but it didn't work. Mr. Wang shouted in the study: "Where did everyone go? " ……"
After reading Mr. Lu Xun's "A Hundred Flowers in the Morning, From a Hundred Herbs Garden to a Three Ponds Reflecting the Moon", I enjoyed the innocent feelings revealed from time to time between the lines and couldn't help but see the fascinating natural picture scroll.
"Oil flies sing here and crickets play the piano here. Turning over broken bricks, sometimes I meet centipedes; And Mylabris, if you hold its spine with your fingers, it will clap your hands and spit out a puff of smoke from behind your eyes ... "
I read Lu Xun's essay, which is full of childhood memories, just as I read Lu Xun's childlike innocence of loving nature and yearning for freedom. Suddenly, I seemed to see Lu Xun in my childhood. While the adults were not looking, he got into the Herb Garden. He was accompanied by insects, picking wild flowers and fruits, and then catching birds with his playmates, but because of his impatience, he never caught much. He often listens to stories told by his nanny's mother, so he is afraid of the red snake in the herb garden. In "Three Tans on the Moon", despite the strict instruction of teacher You Shou, he still can't stand the childishness in the students' hearts. When he was absorbed in reading, he didn't find that his students were doing all kinds of things, some were covering their nails with paper nails with high-quality scripts, while Lu Xun was absorbed in painting. ...
All my feelings are so childish and unforgettable, which may have aroused my heart. I really don't know why I like one of the articles in Morning Flowers and Evening Picks, especially when the author looks at the world with a child's eyes, which makes people feel kind and full of passion.
Mr. Lu Xun showed his passion for nature and yearning for freedom in his articles. He wants to play freely and get in close contact with nature. He doesn't want to be controlled by his parents and slaves all day. This is unique to children. Once upon a time, I left my childhood and entered a teenager. I am scratching my life every day in this busy study. But I thought I was still a naive child. Sometimes I have sweet childhood dreams. When I recall those childhood trifles, they are still vivid in my mind, and I can't help laughing. My home used to be a suburb, surrounded by a large field. When I was a child, I always went there to enjoy the sunshine in spring, the breeze in autumn, and the rape flowers I always picked. I am intoxicated in the embrace of nature. When I was a child, I went to my neighbor's house every day after dinner without wiping my mouth. Go to eat tofu with friends and play in the fields together. From time to time, I fell into the mud pit and became a "little clay figurine". I picked all kinds of flowers, but I was afraid that my master would find them, so I hid them in a tree hole. When I got back, the flowers had faded long ago, but I was still intoxicated in the unrestrained free space. Now, I made it in the field. Therefore, I can't feel the kindness of nature and lack a lot of freedom, but I still indulge in unrestrained free space. Now because of the building built in the wild, my friends and I are working hard for our future, so I can't feel the kindness of nature and lack a lot of freedom, but I still love nature and yearn for freedom, no matter whether it can be realized now. This may be the similarity between me and young Lu Xun. After reading the article, I have been very moved. Childhood has drifted away, leaving only a few scattered memories. It is better to read "Flowers in the Morning" carefully, experience the childhood dreams of that different era, and love nature and yearn for freedom with Lu Xun.
Spring in Wanshan Huai, more leakage. The peach blossoms there are still in full bloom, and the drifting thin clouds fly from one peak to another, sometimes stopping for a while, in order to block the sun and let the flowers and plants on the ground avoid the threat of fire under its shade.
The shade under the rock and the edge of the mountain stream are covered with ferns and other ferns. The green is dotted with red, yellow, blue and purple flowers.
The lark in the sky and the oriole in the forest are all tongue-tied. The breeze gathers their voices and distributes them to all kinds of creatures in the mountains who have no ears. Peach blossom listened with ecstasy, and couldn't help shedding a few pink tears, which condensed on the ground one by one. Grass and flowers are drunk, and they fall and get up with the beat of the sound, so there is no time to calm down.
-Xu Dishan's "Woods in Spring"
It's a day in March, and the sky outside the city is unusually high and clear. The fields are crisp and soft, and the grass is tender. Among them, dandelion is a little yellowish, which makes people feel a little rippling. Willow trees from a distance are smoky green and dizzy like a dream. When I looked closer, the branches had no leaves, and the veins under the skin were clearly green.
There are many pedestrians on the road, some by car, some looking for something; Some carry burdens, or buy and sell. Spring has come quietly, and only they are so carefree and intoxicated. Only they have won the wonderful taste of spring.
-Jia Pingwa tastes tea
Anyway, winter is over after all. At the beginning of April, the weather became warmer, the night was still cold, and winter refused to give in. But finally, a warm day beat back the winter, so the river flowed, the birds sang, and the whole grassland and shrubs along the river were flooded by the spring tide. On the high slope on the other side of the Zhukov River, a large area of the Wang Yang was occupied by floods, and wild ducks flew around the water in droves. Every evening, fiery spring clouds and colorful clouds create a new, extraordinary and strange scene. In the future, people will never believe when they see the colors and clouds in their paintings.
-[Russia] Farmers in Chekhov's Works
A warm wind blew, and the news of rebirth, development and prosperity spread to almost every cell. The distant mountain on the other side of the lake has woken up from a deep sleep and is looking forward to the arrival of spring. Spring seedlings in the field are like women playing in spring, dancing their bright green clothes at will. The wicker on the river bank has just exposed the yellow leaf buds. Birds are singing and chasing, as if they are doing something important. Several clusters of village houses have roughly the same form, and the scale of roof tiles can be counted. People living in those houses, men and women, old and young, are delighted to see that spring is coming, and the earth will have new careers and new successes: don't be lazy, don't evade work, and work hard there.
-Ye Shengtao's "Ni Huanzhi"
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Good sentence: I immediately got excited, regardless of the willy-nilly, took off my shoes, grabbed the lifebuoy from my mother, jumped into the embrace of the sea barefoot and cheered. "plop!" "plop!" Everyone "regardless of their own health" plunged into the clear river. Some of them flopped in the water with their hands and feet, some floated on the water with their bellies down, and some dived into the water like loaches. The river, which was quiet just now, suddenly became noisy: shouts and laughter came one after another, splashing water, hitting water and splashing water, and you ran after me, which was a mess. Good joke: We took off our clothes in a hurry by the river, plunged into the river, and immediately began to have a water fight and chase and play. You see, we are divided into two teams, one is the "enemy" and the other is the "Red Army". A pair of small palms splashed water on each other, and everyone's face was covered with crystal beads. The water blurred our eyes, so we all stepped aside, wiped them off with our hands, and then "attacked" violently. The whole river suddenly became noisy, shouting and laughing, and merged into a cheerful symphony. Tired of playing with water fights, I chased after them in the river. One chased, the other ran, and crossed the water. A small body is as slippery as a loach and can't be caught. The songs and laughter on the river are now far away from the two sides. We naughty boys will come to Xiaoshiwan in small groups, take off our pants and go into the water naked, regardless of their parents' repeated advice. Diving, vertical dragonflies, water fights, tumbling over the river, chasing around in the water like a little loach, shouting and beating, I really can't say it. Several children, barefoot, treading water to play in the heavy rain! Red is a singer. When she sings, she picks up the rain from the sky with her hands. Xiao Yu and Ding Ding, who followed her, stepped on the rain stream on the ground, swinging their arms rhythmically, and looked up from time to time to let the rain wash their faces. At this time, my heart itched, so I quickly took off my shoes, rolled up my trouser legs and rushed out of the door. I just ran behind Honghong and plopped. I fell on my back and the splashing water fell on Honghong. Hong Hong turned around and said with a smile, "Hit Reservoir Dogs!" Say that finish, paddle with your feet and hit me. Without getting up, I quickly raised the water to my flushed face with both hands and shouted happily, "Come on! Come on! " Red can't stand it. She cried, "Oh, my God!" She quickly covered her face with her hand and turned her head back. "reinforcements are coming!" With cheerful cries, Xiao Yu and Ding Ding came at me. I immediately put my hands and feet together and threw a series of water columns at Xiaoyu and Tintin. "Hee hee hee-!" "Ha ha ha-!" The endless rain curtain echoed with our happy laughter. Others: 1. If the blackboard is a vast sea, then the teacher is a sailor on the sea. At the moment when the bell rings, you paddle the textbook parked in the harbor like a paddle with the teacher's whip. On the desk, problems piled up. Your posture is lifelike, like a flying bird, drawing a beautiful arc on the platform-ships pass by ... there is no cloud floating in the sky, just like your bright heart. 2. Hope comes from disappointment, and rise begins with worry. As a poet said, people who feel hungry must digest well, people who feel anxious must be efficient, and people who feel crisis must make rapid progress. Don't wander under the tree, don't meditate in the rain, and don't cry in the dark. Look forward, don't look back, as long as you face it bravely and raise your head, you will find that the haze of scores is just a short rainy season. Looking ahead, there is still a bright day, and people will not feel confused. 4. The soft sunshine hangs obliquely on the branches and leaves of pine and cypress, which looks so quiet and solemn. On the green lawn and the white cement road, the footsteps are so light, but everyone's heart is so excited and thoughts are surging. The ocean of life is not as blue as Xizi Lake. As time goes by, it is sometimes as calm as a mirror, sometimes the waves splash, and sometimes the waves soar into the sky ... People often become stronger after being tested by big winds and waves. 6. When you are immersed in warm air, birds and flowers, green mountains and green waters, fertile fields, you will be intoxicated; When you face the golden autumn season, you will be ecstatic. Have you ever thought that abundant spring scenery is heroic after severe cold baptism, but the beautiful scenery in autumn is the crystallization after melting in hot summer? ............ (He Tingting) 7. If you want to harvest the fruit in the golden autumn, you should roll up your trouser legs in the early spring when the chill invades people, and make unremitting efforts to open up wasteland, sow and cultivate until the day of harvest. 8. Life is a winding path in the mountains, with bumps on the side and cliffs on the side. If you fall, cry if you want. What are you afraid of? Stop pretending! This is honesty, not weakness, because crying does not affect the road, but you can be careful. The mountains are full of flowers and the scenery is pleasant. If you are intoxicated, smile happily, don't pretend to be reserved! This is honesty, not pride, because smiling does not affect the road, but can increase self-confidence. 9. Love is the sunshine in winter. People who are hungry and cold feel the warmth of the world. Love is a clear spring in the desert, and people who are on the verge of despair have seen the hope of life; Love is a shower sprinkled on the long-term arid land, which makes the lonely and helpless people get spiritual comfort immediately. The sadness and misuse of the past have faded away with the waves, and the joy and smile left behind will remain in the depths of memory forever. 1 1, the melancholy mood vanished. 12, faded memory. 13, another peaceful home is smoking. 14, some memories are burned, some memories are buried in the bottom of my heart, and the age of innocence is like flowing water across the golden age. 15, I want to melt in the pink peach petals and erase the worries in your heart all day. 16, I completely read my parents' hearts. 17, maternal love is a masterpiece that I can't finish reading all my life; Motherly love is the sky that I can never fly out. Zhang Weiwei 18, when yellow autumn leaves are swaying in the wind, they float outside the school gate in late autumn. In the moonlight, my father's shadow is very long, and my skinny father is wrapped in a huge windbreaker, and my heart is sour. Lin Jingying19/20 Time is a poem, a philosophical poem of the richest man. Time is a camel carrying the dreams of countless people. 2 1, the fate of the ship lies in drifting; The fate of sails lies in chasing the wind and waves; The fate of life lies in grasping and believing in life. 22. Past events are like songs. In the journey of life, despite ups and downs and full of regrets, the beauty of youth has not been lost. Believe in yourself, there is always hope. Let's remember that sentence: I won't cry if I miss the sun, otherwise I will miss the moon and stars. If you fail in life, please don't write sad tears on your face. Failure is also a gain. The most important thing in life is to have full courage and the courage to start a business. 24, once thought that a helpless cry, the memo is all the vicissitudes of the world; A small setback and a memo are all failures in life. When I was fourteen, I told me ... 25. The moonlight was quiet. Raindrops pattered on the hut. In the dim light, mother sewed the homeless clothes tightly. Suddenly, a cold wind squeezed into the window gap of the hut. My mother seemed to have caught a cold and coughed a few times with deep tiredness. I woke up in my dream and stared at my elderly mother under the lamp ... 26. At night, the spring breeze blew gently. I sat on the colorful steps with my chin cupped, and another unforgettable thing came to my mind. If the blackboard is a vast sea, then the teacher is a sailor on the sea. At the moment when the bell rings, you paddle the textbook parked in the harbor like a paddle with the teacher's whip. On the desk, problems piled up. Your posture is lifelike, like a flying bird, drawing a beautiful arc on the platform-ships pass by ... there is no cloud floating in the sky, just like your bright heart. 2. Hope comes from disappointment, and rise begins with worry. As a poet said, people who feel hungry must digest well, people who feel anxious must be efficient, and people who feel crisis must make rapid progress. Don't wander under the tree, don't meditate in the rain, and don't cry in the dark. Look forward, don't look back, as long as you face it bravely and raise your head, you will find that the haze of scores is just a short rainy season. Looking ahead, there is still a bright day, and people will not feel confused. 4. The soft sunshine hangs obliquely on the branches and leaves of pine and cypress, which looks so quiet and solemn. On the green lawn and the white cement road, the footsteps are so light, but everyone's heart is so excited and thoughts are surging. The ocean of life is not as blue as Xizi Lake. As time goes by, it is sometimes as calm as a mirror, sometimes the waves splash, and sometimes the waves soar into the sky ... People often become stronger after being tested by big winds and waves. Highlights of Appreciation of Brief Introduction 1: The articles in Morning Flowers and Evening Picks are all reminiscence essays. Prose is the most personal style, and the author's mood when writing is relatively relaxed and quiet, so his brushwork is also quite free: either recalling childhood events with great interest, or talking about ghosts and gods in hometown operas, or deeply remembering characters, or revealing the deepest pain in his heart ~ ~ ~ The writing is natural and kind, infecting you, and you seem to see the past events in Mr. Lu Xun's memory like an affectionate old movie, which are either sad or sad or humorous. -a flash in front of me. Point 2: In the deep memory of the past, the author can't forget the reality and occasionally insert some "essays" (that is, comment on the reality), so the article integrates narration, lyricism and discussion, showing Mr. Lu Xun's true and rich spiritual world. Point 3: Because the author has a mind that roams freely in the vast space-time between the past and reality, his language style is also rich and varied. Point 4: The author is very good at absorbing the small details in life, seeing the big from the small, writing the charm of the characters and writing the essence of the event. Fifth point: Prose is a very free style, so the author has no certain rules in the layout of the article. It seems to be written with a pen and letter, and the ideas are scattered, but "scattered in form" is inseparable from the "spirit" of the article. Sixth point: The author often uses irony when criticizing and satirizing the old feudal system and morality. Describing the whole story calmly on the surface is actually an irony, which implies the ingenious irony of "saying this and meaning that". Seventh point: The author often uses contrast in his prose. Life is always full of contradictions between truth and falsehood, good and evil, beauty and ugliness. Therefore, the use of contrast effectively lashed the false, evil and ugly, promoted the truth, goodness and beauty, and enhanced the expressive force of the article. At the same time, we can also see Mr. Lu Xun's great hatred for love, and love and hate are clear.