Question 1: Little Bird, Where Are You Flying? After reading the full text of the 700-word book, I have to say that books are the most important thing. Books are like your partners, crying, laughing and playing with you. , it can’t be done without him.
During this summer I read "Little Bird, Where Are You Flying", written by Zhao Lihong. The content in it is not a boring description of scenery, but the memorable childhood days of my childhood.
"Childhood experiences will affect a person's character. In the process of forming a person, the past events of childhood, how they have vividly enriched your young life and nourished your immature feelings ". yes! How important childhood is. Without childhood, childhood will have no meaning. You will no longer blindly pursue it, cherish it, and cherish it.
Combined with my own childhood, I found that I lacked a little creativity, lacked the cultivation of future life abilities, and lacked a sense of responsibility for life and society when I grow up. I need to do something about it before my childhood is over. These aspects should be cultivated and exercised more.
Childhood is a priceless treasure, we must take good care of it now!
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Question 3: "Little Bird, Where Are You Flying" by Zhao Lihong Little Bird, Where Are You Flying
Zhao Lihong
In the dim light of dusk, there is that The morning birds come to my silent nest.
I like Rabindranath Tagore's poems. When I was still in middle school, Rabindranath Tagore fascinated me. A thin copy of "The Birds" was turned to pulp by my delicate fingers. Many poems full of brilliance and fantasy have touched the heartstrings of my youth many times...
"The Collection of Birds" is damaged, and I am eager to get another copy. However, at the beginning of the "Cultural Revolution", this small wish turned into a dream. My tattered copy of "The Collection of Flying Birds" was also thrown into the blazing fire of burning books on the street. Dark red ashes danced in the firelight, fluttering and scattering. I seemed to see the old Tagore standing in the firelight. The fire burned his white hair, his silver beard, and his simple white robe red. He watched all this with his cold and serene eyes. Watching, watching, his expression changed, seeming to be a little frightened, a little uneasy, a little angry, a little sarcastic...
I still like Tagore. During the turbulent years, I silently recited his poems in order to gain some peace of mind. "The poet's wind is coming out of the ocean and forest, asking for its own song." I was intoxicated by the nature he described - the tranquil but impetuous ocean, the vast and changeable sky, the warm and clear lake, the lush and ancient forest...
One day, I suddenly had a whim; I went to a used bookstore to see if I could find a few good books. The result was, of course, disappointing. However, I found that sometimes there are still a few "sin worthy of fire" books on the bookshelf. Perhaps this is due to the carelessness of the store clerk. So, with some luck, I ran to the used bookstore every few days. One Sunday morning, I walked into the deserted second-hand bookstore again. My eyes swept through the rows of bright red book spines for a long time. Suddenly, my eyes lit up: an emerald green spine suddenly appeared among the reds. Oh, it turned out to be "The Collection of Birds"! < /p>
Is there another "Asuka Collection"? I didn't believe my eyes, but when I looked carefully, I saw that Tagore's name was indeed there. Immediately, I became nervous again. Yes, these days, there are too many gains and losses. The green color of "The Collection of Birds" was squeezed out, and it reminded me of the piles of fires burning books on the street, and the paper ashes flying all over the sky... I quickly reached out to the bookshelf.
Almost at the same time, a hand stretched out from the side, and both hands held "The Collection of Birds" tightly. This is a thin, white hand, the hand of a little girl. I turned around and met two clear eyes - a little girl who looked like a middle school student was standing next to me, raising her face to look at me, with a pair of delicate eyes blinking on her round white face. It looked like a pool of crystal clear spring water, undulating with microwaves, calm and a little surprised.
I was stunned, holding the spine of the book with my hands, not knowing what to do. Then she said, "Do you want it too? I'll give it to you." The voice was as crisp as a bird singing.
A thought suddenly came to my mind: at this time, would she still like Tagore? Could it be that she doesn't know what kind of book this is? So, I asked softly, "Do you know whose book this is?"
"Whose book is it?" The little girl raised her head and looked at me in surprise, her beautiful eyes wide open. Round, turned around, and laughed happily. While laughing, he made a face: "This is a book written by an old man, an Indian old man with a white beard. I like him." After that, he made a face with his hands. He was stroking his beard and giggling again. Like a pebble thrown into a calm pond, laughter ripples in the quiet shop...
Ah, someone who is really familiar with Tagore! How I want to talk to her about Tagore, about the writers I like, and about the world that has been almost forgotten by people! However, in such an age and on such an occasion, such a conversation is definitely inappropriate. Even when I was young, I still understood this. Seeing me dumbfounded and silent, the little girl pulled "The Collection of Birds" off the bookshelf with a swipe and put it into my hand: "Here you go, I still have a copy hidden at home!" before I could make any reaction. , she has turned around. I only saw her back: a light purple shirt covered with small white flowers; two long braids hanging down to her waist, swinging with her brisk steps...
She walked It's like a light wind, like a cool rain, like a beautiful song...
The summer birds flew to my window to sing, and then flew away again.
A chance encounter in a used bookstore left such a strong impression on me. Really, in life... >>
Question 4: 400 words after listening to Little Bird Little Bird During the summer vacation, I read Bing Xin’s "Collected Works of Bing Xin". "A Little Bird" in it made me unforgettable for a long time.
In the story, there is a little bird whose feathers are not yet full. Its nest is built on a high branch. Since the bird's feathers have not yet grown full, it cannot fly far. It can only chirp in the nest every day and talk to the two old birds, but they both feel very happy. Birds sing in the trees every day, attracting a group of children. Gradually, the children fell in love with the bird and wanted to take it down and raise it. One morning, the bird stood up again and was hit by a stone just as it was about to sing. Two old birds flew like arrows, caught the little bird, and put it on the nest. Blood fell drop by drop from the nest to the ground. From then on the singing ceased.
What a pity that such a cute little bird lost its life to a group of ignorant children! It loves life so much and is full of vitality. It repays nature with singing every day and brings joy. This story also reminds us: protecting the earth and caring for the environment are the top priorities that we humans must pay attention to at the moment. Now we can still have fresh air, clean water and beautiful flowers, plants and trees, but if we don’t cherish them, don’t protect them well, and only care about immediate comfort and enjoyment for the sake of temporary self-interest, then we will pay a heavy price for this in the future. .
Question 5: Where are you flying, little bird? Read the answers. 1. What is the meaning of the title of the article? 2. The beginning and end of the article are very distinctive. Please give a brief explanation. 3 Ah Le's "One" 1. This article writes that I didn't want to drag my father down because he was overworked and his studies plummeted. After several education sessions, he was expelled from the school. My father and I had a misunderstanding. After knowing the truth, I regretted it. I vowed to change my ways and finally got admitted to college.
2. What does the title of this article "Father's Lies" mean? This article is titled "Father's Lies", which is thought-provoking. The father lies to prevent his son from feeling guilty, which further reflects the deep love between father and son. It can be said that a father's love is as strong as a mountain.
3. Please talk about the role of "Gradually... called him without saying a word" in the text: The father fell into intermittent deafness and did not tell his son to avoid guilt. Sometimes the words are really hard to hear. Gradually, when I talked to my father again, he became a little indifferent. He would say a few words to me when he was happy, but would say nothing to me when he was unhappy. This sentence plays a transitional role in the text.
Question 6: Birdie, where are you flying to? After reading Zhao Lihong’s book, I have to say that books are the most important thing. Books are like your partners, crying, laughing and playing with you. It can't work without him.
During this summer I read "Little Bird, Where Are You Flying", written by Zhao Lihong. The content in it is not a boring description of scenery, but the memorable childhood days of my childhood.
"Childhood experiences will affect a person's character. In the process of forming a person, the past events of childhood, how they have vividly enriched your young life and nourished your immature feelings ". yes! How important childhood is. Without childhood, childhood will have no meaning. You will no longer blindly pursue it, cherish it, and cherish it.
Combined with my own childhood, I found that I lacked a little creativity, lacked the cultivation of future life abilities, and lacked a sense of responsibility for life and society when I grow up. I need to learn more about it before the end of my childhood. These aspects should be cultivated and exercised more.
Childhood is a priceless treasure, we must take good care of it now!
Question 7: Thoughts after reading Xiaoniao Brand Cigarettes. It is necessary to handle the relationship between "reading" and "feeling" well, and achieve the combination of discussion, narrative and lyricism.
Reflections after reading are highly argumentative reading notes. Personal experience, practical experience and vivid examples should be used to illustrate the principles learned from "reading". Therefore, in the post-reading remarks, both "reading" and "feeling" must be written, and both narrative and reasoning must be written. Narration is the basis of argument, and argument is the deepening of narrative. The two must be combined.
The main feeling after reading is "feeling". It is necessary to quote the original text appropriately, of course not too many quotes, and it should be mainly in your own language. In terms of expression method, you can use a combination of narrative and discussion. The discussion should focus on analysis and reasoning, there should not be too many examples, and the original text should be quoted concisely.
In terms of structure, the general prompts "reading" at the beginning, eliciting "feeling" from it, and after focusing on expressing feelings, the "reading" is recalled at the end