The Scarecrow is a fairy tale that has benefited me a lot in the world. It was created by Ye Lao , a famous writer in China. This fairy tale implies a lot of truth. Lu Xun said that Ye Shengtao's "Scarecrow" opened a way for China's fairy tales.
I think this fairy tale may affect my life. The article tells the story of a scarecrow in an old lady's garden. He helped the old lady drive away pests. Once he saw a boat on the river, which was a lady and her son. The son was ill and thirsty, and kept shouting for water. But the lady didn't give him water, but continued to catch fish in the river, caught a carp and put him in the barrel, just beside the scarecrow. The scarecrow couldn't move. But the scarecrow couldn't move. Carp mistakenly thought that the scarecrow was cruel, so it slowly died. The scarecrow was sad and fell to the ground.
A scarecrow generally refers to a puppet used in farmland to drive away birds and prevent them from stealing food. Because it is made of straw, it is named "Scarecrow". This is my understanding of this term before I read this fairy tale.
Now, after reading the whole article, my heart is full of dreariness and depression. The image of the scarecrow has been lingering, and the poor old woman has been haunting me. I can't get out of my sadness for a long time.
The plot that impressed me the most was that when I saw the old woman eating all her wheat, I felt a pain in my heart. How could this happen? These wheat were planted by the old woman one by one. But those pests steal food boldly and effortlessly without paying any price.
I seem to see the old man's gray hair and two lines of muddy tears. If the experience of the old woman is tragic, then I want to say that the experience of the scarecrow is even more tragic.
He is suffering, but he can't say it. He has seen the sufferings of ordinary people, but he can't say anything and can't help. He waved his fan with all his might, but he couldn't get rid of those hateful invaders.
his efforts didn't get any effect. There is anxiety, resentment, hatred and shame in his heart.
Maybe he ended up in the field because he couldn't bear to see people suffer any more. Scarecrow is also a kind of person in our real life, an unknown, selfless dedication, ordinary, but extraordinary person! They are worthy of respect and admiration, but also our personality pursuit and our work flaunt! We should learn from them. 2. Writing fragments of Ye Shengtao's composition
The Scarecrow is a fairy tale that has benefited me a lot. It was created by Ye Lao , a famous writer in China. This fairy tale implies a lot of truth. Lu Xun said that Ye Shengtao's "Scarecrow" opened a way for China's fairy tales. I think this fairy tale may affect my life.
The article tells the story of an old lady with a scarecrow in her garden. He helped her drive away pests. Once she saw a boat on the river. It was a lady and her son. The son was ill and thirsty, and kept shouting for water. But the lady didn't give him water, but continued to catch fish in the river, caught a carp and put him in the barrel, just beside the scarecrow. But the scarecrow couldn't move. Carp mistakenly thought that the scarecrow was cruel, so it slowly died. The scarecrow was sad and fell to the ground.
A scarecrow generally refers to a puppet used in farmland to drive away birds and prevent them from stealing food. Because it is made of straw, it is named "Scarecrow". This is my understanding of this term before I read this fairy tale. Now, after reading the whole article, my heart is full of boredom and depression. The image of the scarecrow has always been lingering, and the poor old woman has always been lingering in my mind. I can't get out of my sadness for a long time.
The plot that impressed me the most was that when I saw the old woman eating all her wheat, I felt a pain in my heart. How could this happen? These wheat were planted by the old woman one by one. But those pests steal food boldly and effortlessly without paying any price. I seem to see the old man's gray hair and two lines of muddy tears. If the experience of the old woman is tragic, then I want to say that the experience of the scarecrow is even more tragic. He is suffering but can't say it. He sees the suffering of ordinary people, but he can't say anything and can't help. He waved his fan with all his might, but he couldn't get rid of those hateful invaders. His efforts have achieved nothing. His heart was filled with anxiety, resentment, hatred and shame. Maybe he ended up in the field because he couldn't bear to see people suffer anymore.
Scarecrow is also a kind of person in our real life, an unknown, selfless, ordinary, but extraordinary person! They are worthy of respect and admiration, but also our personality pursuit and our work flaunt! We should learn from them! 3. Ye Shengtao can write an article in 3 words
The north wall of the school playground is covered with Parthenocissus tricuspidata.
My family also has Parthenocissus tricuspidata, which climbs up from the west wall of the yard and occupies a large area on the roof. The leaves that Parthenocissus tricuspidata has just grown are bright red. After a few days, when the leaves grow up, they become bright green.
The young leaves of Parthenocissus tricuspidata are not noticeable, but the grown leaves are noticeable. Those leaves are so fresh and green that they look very comfortable. The tips of the leaves are facing down, and they are spread evenly on the wall, without overlapping or leaving any gaps.
when a gust of wind blows, the leaves on a wall ripple, which is very beautiful. Before, I only knew this plant was called Parthenocissus tricuspidata, but I didn't know how it could climb.
I noticed this year that Parthenocissus tricuspidata has feet. Parthenocissus tricuspidata's feet grow on the stem.
where the petiole is long on the stem, six or seven branches of filaments protrude from the reverse side, and each filament is like a snail's antenna. Filaments are as bright red as new leaves.
this is the foot of Parthenocissus tricuspidata. When Parthenocissus tricuspidata's feet touch the wall, the heads of six or seven filaments become small discs, which block the wall.
The filament used to be straight, but now it is bent. Pull the tender stem of Parthenocissus tricuspidata to make it cling to the wall. Parthenocissus tricuspidata climbs one foot at a time.
If you look at those tiny feet carefully, you will think of the claws of the dragon in the picture. If Parthenocissus tricuspidata's feet didn't touch the wall, it would wither in a few days, and then there was no trace.
when touching the wall, filaments and small discs gradually turn gray. Don't look down on those gray feet, which are quite firm on the wall. If your fingers don't work hard, you can't pull down a rhizome of Parthenocissus tricuspidata. 4. The article written by Ye Shengtao
The green creeper
In 1963, when I was in the third grade, I wrote an essay called "A Portrait", which was written by a teacher who taught me plane geometry. His teaching is very interesting and he is also very interesting, which makes him think that this composition is very interesting. Recommended by my Chinese teacher, this composition won the prize in the Beijing Children's Essay Competition. Of course, I'm glad. One day, the Chinese teacher brought me a thick big book and said to me, "Your composition is going to be printed into a book. Do you know who revised it for you?" I opened my eyes wide, some puzzling. "It's Mr. Ye Shengtao!" The teacher handed me the big notebook and said, "Look at how carefully Mr. Ye revised it. You can learn a lot from it!" "
I opened my notebook and saw that there were 2 winning essays in this essay contest. I turned to my composition and suddenly froze: the first thing that caught my eye was the red revised symbols and the small characters added after the changes, which were dense, and red circles, hooks, straight lines and curves were everywhere on several pages. That composition is just like someone who has undergone major surgery and is bleeding and bandaged. When I got home, I carefully read Mr. Ye Lao's revision of my composition several times. The title "A Portrait" was changed to "A Portrait", and I immediately felt the accuracy of the words. There are many changes in places like this, and there are many places where long sentences are broken into short sentences. I remember one thing very clearly: "Why did you remove the cover of the geometry textbook?" Mr. Ye Lao changed it to: "Why did you remove the Bao Shu paper from the geometry textbook?" Delete the verb "Bao" in the original sentence to make the sentence clean and standardized. It is more accurate to change the "book cover" to "Bao Shu paper", because the book cover can be considered as the cover of the book. I really benefited a lot from it. After all, watching the fire from the other side is different from being there. This not only made me see all kinds of faults in my composition, but also made me realize the arduous cause of literature: it is difficult to achieve a great climate without great efforts and meticulousness. Although I haven't seen Mr. Yip's face, I have been seriously, peacefully and warmly corrected by him, like a spring breeze.
Mr. Ye Lao wrote a short comment at the back of my composition: This composition is full of concrete facts, which reveals his love for Mr. Wang. Xiao Fuxing couldn't have written so kindly and naturally if he hadn't been deeply moved by these things about painting. This short comment has set up my confidence in writing. At that time, I was only 15 years old. As a teenager, I was able to get the guidance and encouragement from a great writer who was famous in the literary world at home and abroad. My inner excitement was palpable, and my confidence and fantasy rose like a flying bird. That's a mind that only children of that age can have.
This summer vacation, the Chinese teacher came to me and said, "Mr. Ye Shengtao wants to invite you to his home!"
I'm surprised. A great writer like Mr. Ye Shengtao wants to meet a junior high school student, so I naturally regard it as a major event in my life.
that day, the weather was fine. In the afternoon, I came to a quiet alley in Dongsi North Street. Ye Xiaomo, the granddaughter of Mr. Elymus, met me at the door. The courtyard is a typical quadrangle, bright and elegant. Just entering the courtyard, a green wall of Parthenocissus tricuspidata came into view, which reduced the summer heat a lot, and the sunshine turned green, jumping and flashing blurred spots on it like a gentle elf.
ye xiaomo led me to the living room, and Mr. yip was waiting at the door. When he met me, he shook hands with me like an adult, which made me feel that the distance was shortened a lot. After sitting down, he asked my age with a strong Suzhou accent and said with a smile: "You are the same age as Xiaomo!" So casual and kind, the mysterious aura on the writer's head disappeared and my sense of restraint disappeared. The more approachable a great writer is, it turns out that he is as kind as an ordinary grandfather.
I think it's interesting. That afternoon, Mr. Ye Lao didn't talk about my award-winning composition or writing. He didn't teach me the secret of literary creation, the living guide of elements and so on. On the contrary, he asked me several times about my academic performance in various subjects. I said that I have won excellent medals for several years in a row, and my academic performance in liberal arts and science is not bad. He said, "That's good! People who love literature should not read only liberal arts books, but must read more books in various subjects. "He asked me to recite Chinese historical dynasties, but I didn't recite them all, and some dynasties were upside down. He added: "We China people must understand our own history, and it is even worse for those who engage in literature not to understand our history." I know this is a criticism of me and an expectation of me.
We talked harmoniously, as if I were not a child, but an adult, an old friend of his. The earnest, simple and inclusive expectation contained in his kindness melted my little heart, so that I don't know when dusk will come, and quietly dyed the sunset red window lattice. At first glance, I saw the Parthenocissus tricuspidata on the wall in the courtyard. It was green and gloomy at dusk, like a thick lake, reflected on the glass window of the living room, swaying constantly, making it look like a tiger. At that time, I had just read an essay "Parthenocissus" written by Mr. Ye Lao, and I asked, "Is that the article" Parthenocissus "about them?" He smiled and nodded: "Yes, that was written a few years ago!" " With that, he narrowed his eyes and looked out the window at the ivy. I don't know what the old man remembered at that moment.
I should be glad that the first time I met a writer in my life, I turned out to be such a great writer, a hair writer with exemplary personality and works. His equal, sincere and generous talk about a child made the summer when I was 15 full of life and vitality, as if that summer had grown. I seem to know or vaguely understand: this is what writers do, and this is what writers write. At the same time, in front of my eyes, the Parthenocissus tricuspidata is always so green. 5. landscape composition written by ye Shengtao
early in the morning, I went to the park to play, and I smelled a fragrance as soon as I entered the door.
I hurried to the lotus pond. Lotus has blossomed a lot.
The lotus leaves are crowded together, like big green disks. White lotus flowers appear between these big disks.
some just spread two or three petals. Some petals are all spread out, revealing a small tender yellow lotus.
some of them are full of flowers and bones, and they look like they are about to burst. There are so many white lotus flowers, one with one posture.
Look at this one. It's beautiful. Look at that one. It's also beautiful. If this pool of lotus flowers in front of us is regarded as a vivid painting, the artist's skill is really remarkable.
I suddenly feel like a lotus flower, dressed in snow-white clothes, standing in the sunshine. When a breeze blew, I danced and my white clothes fluttered with the wind.
I'm not the only one, but all the lotus flowers in the pool are dancing. When the wind passed, I stopped dancing and stood there quietly.
Dragonflies come and tell me the joy of flying in the early morning. Little fish swam under my feet and told me the good dream I had last night ... It took me a long time to remember that I was not a lotus, I was watching a lotus. 6. The story about Ye Shengtao
1. As a child, Ye Shengtao was loved by his parents. Because he was the only boy in the family, his parents had great hopes for him.
They are looking forward to their son's future success by virtue of the imperial examination. In order to make his son seek fame, Ye Renbo made Ye Shengtao start to read and practice calligraphy when he was three years old. By the age of six, Ye Shengtao had been literate for about 3, years, and his handwriting was quite beautiful.
Zhu can't read much, but his stomach is full of riddles, poems and children's songs handed down from generation to generation, and he often tells them to his son. The riddles circulating in southern Jiangsu province of China are very informative and interesting.
Ye Shengtao was very interested in riddles, from which he was enlightened by wisdom. Those ancient poems that are pleasing to the ear are written by Hua Mao, and they are concise and rich in meaning. Ye Shengtao can recite a lot.
Children's songs, in particular, are vivid in image, fantastic in imagination and beautiful in rhythm, which fascinates Ye Shengtao. He often hums and smiles. 2. Ye Renbo encouraged his son to familiarize himself with the books of sages, but because of his poor family, he did not advocate keeping his children in the study like a rich family, and thought it was pragmatic to take them out for a run, get familiar with society and know all kinds of people and things in society.
"It's better to be illiterate than to be ignorant of others.". Ye Renbo holds this traditional concept and lets his son go out with him.