I finished the Education of Love in one breath. Although I didn't shed tears, my heart has admitted that this is a book that washes the soul. It seems that what attracts me is not the high literary value, but the almost perfect love between parents and children, the affection between teachers and students, the friendship between friends and the love of the country reflected in the ordinary and delicate brushwork ... The profound and rich emotional power contained in this loving novel. It's really great. The education of love tells us that the noble love of human nature is the most sincere education, and education sublimates love. Although everyone's life experience is different, you will experience similar emotions that you have experienced from the education of love, but our attitudes and behaviors may be different. Moved me, but also triggered some thoughts about love.
First of all, the topic "Education of Love" made me think, what is love in this pluralistic world? With this in mind, I trudged with this Italian pupil to find an unknown answer. A diary written by a fourth-grade pupil for ten months in a school year contains the love between classmates, brothers and sisters, children and parents, teachers and students, and the love for the motherland, which makes people read it, just like growing up in the arms of love.
Love, like air, is often ignored by us every day because it is invisible, but we can't live without it. In fact, its meaning has been integrated into life. Just like the love of parents, Enrico keeps a diary of reading and writing with his parents, but now many students still have a small lock hanging on their diaries. The simplest things are also the most easily overlooked, just like the deep parent-child love in this broad love, many people can't feel it. Because it is not only for individuals, but also for the dignity and emotion of the whole nation. The book "Education of Love" describes a group of energetic young people who are eager for progress and sunny. Some of them are poor, some are disabled, and of course some are bathed in happiness. They come from different backgrounds and have different personalities, but they all have one thing in common-their deep love for their motherland Italy. Sincere feelings for relatives and friends. What can't be ignored here is the "spiritual words" that the teacher reads to those teenagers every month. These short stories not only cultivated the characters in the book, but also shocked me as a foreign reader by the strong feelings reflected in them. Facing our education, love should be the source of educational strength and the foundation of educational success. Mr Xia Gaizun said in his translation of The Education of Love: "Education has no emotion. Without love, it is like a pond without water. Without water, there is no pond, without love, there is no education. " Love is an endless journey. It will be easy to walk and watch along the way, and every day will be enriched by understanding and learning new things. So, I just want to go on, even devote myself to it, no matter how long it will last. At this time, this feeling has been sublimated into a love, a love.
In the education of love, love is compared to many things, which is true and not just these. I don't think there is a clear answer to "what is love", but I know that "love" is infinite, ranging from friendly conversation between classmates to encouragement from teachers to meticulous care from parents to children, even a smile from people who meet by chance ... donating bone marrow, blood and help. "fade" or even "disappear", so I hope more people can feel deep love in simple language. I think this good novel will bring this wonderful feeling to more people. Bing Xin's prose collection is an important work in Bing Xin's works. Her works are divided into four parts, one is the past, the other is to send it to young readers, the third is about women, and the fourth is the rotation of Bing Xin.
Bing Xin is an outstanding female writer in China in the 20th century. 19 19 Since the May 4th Movement, she has devoted herself to new literary activities. In this 80-year literary career, she has created a large number of essays, poems and novels, and achieved remarkable achievements.
The prose written by Bing Xin is fresh and beautiful. In the essay "To a Young Reader", Bing Xin praised maternal love, innocence, nature and the motherland by describing her childish joy and naive tears.
To a Little Reader is Bing Xin's "most free and thoughtless" work, so it can best show Bing Xin's frank personality and shape her pure self-image. For a small reader, it embodies Bing Xin's character, temperament, talent and ideological style. Whether describing the kindness of mother, the friendship between brothers and sisters, or every natural second in communication, Bing Xin's distinct self-image is reflected.
In To a Little Reader, Bing Xin kept repenting in front of innocent children, and many things made her soul suffer from hidden pain. In Communication II, Bing Xin thinks of her grief for "killing" small creatures. Now, we are not just like Bing Xin at that time. We won't cry for a broken cricket or sob for an injured yellowbird. We also know that all life is ordinary in the eyes of the creator, and we may have done unkind things, but after all, our hearts are pure and kind.
I like the book Bing Xin Prose Collection very much. Among them, I like the article A Bird best.
A Little Bird tells the story of a little bird full of new ideas about nature. It flies to the branch and sings. Its sound is full of clarity, lightness and beauty. When singing, it seems that "nature" is listening with a smile. Many children under the tree feel beautiful after hearing this song. Since then, the children have come to listen to it every day. But soon, an unfortunate thing happened. One day, a bullet came from below, and the bird turned over and fell from the tree. At this time, two old birds flew out of the jungle, caught it and took it to the nest. Its blood dripped from the gap in the tree and fell to the ground. Since then, the children have never heard this song again.
After reading this article, I feel sad for that bird. We cannot hurt them, but protect them, because only harmony can create harmony.
The first time I read this article, I was moved. Only read the second article, even I, a boy, couldn't help crying:
The title of the article "A Bird" is about a bird. Its nest is on the highest branch, and its feathers are not plump enough to fly. Singing in the nest every day. His parents went foraging this morning. It was alone in the nest, so it got bored and began to sing again. The songs it sings are full of purity, lightness and beauty. Many people listen to this song as soon as they hear it. Birds also sing happily. In this way, birds come out to sing every day, and people come to listen every day. But some people just want to shoot the bird down with a slingshot when it is singing. On this day, when the bird was singing, a marble shot out from below. As soon as it turned over, it fell from the tree. In the oblique stab, its parents flew like bullets, caught the bird, took it to the nest, and licked the blood from the bird with their mouths. But the blood of this bird seems endless, and more and more blood flows along the trunk to the feet of people below. People still want to hear the clear, light and beautiful voice of the bird, but they can't hear it anymore. People regretted it and passed the day.
This article shows that we human beings are very selfish and destroy the happiness-happiness-tranquility of others for our own benefit. Humans! Don't ruin it like this again, okay?
The impetuous heart finally calmed down, perhaps related to the weather. Maybe not. Peace of mind is natural and cool.
I read a book recently, but I like Bing Xin's prose collection The Garden of the Cross best. Bing Xin has always been one of my favorite writers. Her "Send another little reader" and "Little orange lamp" have always existed in my heart, like a twinkling morning star, guiding me step by step in the text. Perhaps my love for literature was originally due to these beautiful words. What concerns me most is her translation of some poems in Tagore's prose, Jitang Kerry and Gardener. I admire her talent and innocence.
It can be said that it is this collection of essays that really brings me closer to her. Bing Xin is undoubtedly happy. She has a happy childhood, a perfect family and a high education. She is unfortunate, because she is sickly and was born in wartime. Among so many of her articles, what moved me most was the memory of her mother's text "South Return", which was full of blood and tears and made people cry. Holding a cup of green tea, I sat on the sofa and wiped my tears while watching it, but the sad music that sounded at the right time pushed my mood to a climax, so I had to put down my book and bury my head in tears. After reading this article, I actually stopped several times, not because of anything else, but because of Bing Xin's deep affection and heartache. The deepest sorrow in the world is not that fish and birds can't be together, but that watching the loved one die, but you can't extricate yourself.
Suddenly I thought strongly of my mother. I haven't been home for a long time. I wonder if everything is all right at home? Now, I seem to be the shadow of escape, always hiding myself in the deepest part of the dust, thinking of staying away. Perhaps in these cold tears, it is not Bing Xin's words that sway and shake, but his pale soul, trembling with fear in the boundless wilderness, with nowhere to escape.
It may be hard to believe. I can't swim for some reason these days, so I took this book and swam with my daughter by the pool. Accompanying is an excuse, because my daughter doesn't need me to worry at all. She is like a beautiful little mermaid in the water, free and happy, and does not need my care. So, I moved the stool, took the book and sat quietly in a corner, immersed in the world of Bing Xin. The swimming pool is noisy, but I can't hear anything. Occasionally cool water comes out of the pool, which is my daughter's naughty greeting to me. Looking at Bing Xin's loneliness by the lake, I felt her loneliness that went deep into the bone marrow. It seems that it is not her who is lying there, but me, alone, in a foreign land. This kind of loneliness is beyond others' understanding, but she is happy, because she can express the loneliness and coldness in her soul with a pen and words. She has so many cares and friends. As she said, she is the happiest woman, emotionally speaking.
Looking at her early novel "About Women" series, I can't help wondering whether the author is Bing Xin for several times. Because she used a man's identity as a text, she thought she was reading someone else's text at first, but there were traces of Bing Xin's life everywhere in the article, so she also laughed at her stupidity and even lamented that her role transformation was so successful.
Reading her articles is another journey and another baptism of the soul. At this moment, my heart is as clear as the clear water in the swimming pool, but it is gentle and silent, flowing and flowing carefully.
I borrowed Bingxin's essays from the school library. I looked at it at that time, and it was nothing special. You see, a thin one doesn't feel heavy in your hand. The yellow page has a faint smell of sealed dust for a while ... I remember the Chinese teacher said: prose is a kind of interference. Therefore, I involuntarily borrowed Bing Xin's prose, probably to experience the taste of that kind of prose.
After reading this essay, I found that Bing Xin likes to use "ha" in her writing (such as: mother; Moon; The word "sea" didn't leave much impression on me. It suddenly occurred to me that the way to "cook a book" that I didn't know when I was studying was to read the book thoroughly ... So I picked up this book, which seems to contain infinite knowledge, and patiently read it word by word. ...
On the cover of the book, Bing Xin said: Prose can be written as sonorous as a poem, as bold as a military song, as vivid as a novel and as vivid as a dramatic dialogue. No wonder Bing Xin likes writing prose so much. She once said: Prose is my favorite literary style. ...
When I really read Bing Xin's prose, I found that Bing Xin's writing style is not as simple as using the word "ha". Every line of her prose is full of one word: love. Bing Xin loves beautiful nature, and she loves the sea, because in her eyes, the sea is gentle and quiet, majestic and majestic, mysterious and inclusive, and broad-minded ... Perhaps in Bing Xin's heart, the love for the sea is accumulated bit by bit. Bing Xin loves children. During her illness, she wrote "Send a Little Reader" for her children, which shows her intention. Bing Xin's position is important. She even described her mother like this: every word of her mother can make people as children tempted, and every stroke of her mother can make people as children cry. Bing Xin also stupidly asked her why she loved her, and her mother told her: Why not? -Just because you're my daughter. Yes, when you find someone in this world who knows you, loves you and is a thousand times better than yourself. Bing Xin loves her relatives, her father, her three younger brothers and her classmates. ...
Bing Xin turned this love into a very beautiful and gentle style of writing, writing prose ... Prose has another world, a world full of love, which Bing Xin yearns for. ...