The Best Time
An easel at the age of fourteen
People always say that she was born in the Art Department of Normal University and later the Royal Academy of Art in Brussels, Belgium, but she was always unconvinced. She always remembered that she was fourteen years old, carrying a new painting bag and easel, and left home for the first time to study in the Art Department of Taipei Normal University. The school was originally set up to train primary school teachers. Art middle school? .
In the first grade, the summer vacation hasn't arrived yet, but it's getting hot. Everyone else is quietly painting in the campus, but she left her classmates and went to the back of the school alone. At that time, Heping East Road was a field, and she was stupefied at the river. At noon, the sun is transparent, the river is transparent, and some strange reflections grow like weeds under the double shaking of light and water. Everything is so noisy, everything is so quiet, she painted selflessly, only feeling that she and the sunshine have become one, and she didn't even feel hot until she returned to the dormitory at dusk, only to suddenly find that the short-sleeved shirt has clearly divided her arms into brown, red and white. Strangely, she didn't feel the wind and the sun at all. The only explanation is probably that she became a solar family herself that afternoon.
? Ah! I liked myself at that time. If I had been working so hard, I would not be who I am now. ?
In my senior year, Fu Xinshe, a master of Chinese painting, came to class. It was his last year, and the course was not over yet. He had already given up. He is an eccentric teacher. He never comes upstairs to attend classes at Normal University, so the school has to make do with him end# move the student #from the third floor to the downstairs. He eats peanut candy while attending classes. Who wrote a poem? Who filled in the words? He can talk to others about the five dynasties official system, can talk to others about the four books and five classics and poetry, but he just refuses to talk about painting.
Every time he asks about poetry, his classmates push Xi Murong out. Only she is interested in poetry in the class, so Teacher Fu looks at her with special respect. Of course, there may be another reason why they belong together? Ethnic minorities? , also has the small seal engraved on the side of Teacher Fu? Old Wang Sun? The identity. One day, on a whim, Teacher Fu wrote one? Hey? Words to Xi Murong, only to find that a male student rushed out obliquely and ran away. Of course, even students, at that time, everyone knew that teacher Fu's word was? Valuable? , Fu teacher and Xi Murong were startled, two people looked at each other silently, didn't say anything. . The teacher's glance seemed to say:? Strange, I wrote it to you. Aren't you going to get it back? But the look in her eyes was:? Teacher, thank you for using such a good word to describe me. I have received what you gave me. What you gave me is mine. I will be grateful in this life. I don't have to grab that word with others. < P > After more than ten years, thousands of words between teachers and students are still in my heart.
classic prose masters recite 2
the smell of sunshine
Lin Qingxuan
I met a young farmer in a sunny town in the south.
It was late spring, just after the harvest of rice. In spring, the golden thread of sunshine poured down on the warm land, morning glory was lingering on the fence, birds were chasing on the trees in Ku Ling, and bamboo shoots were blooming in succession. Listening carefully to the sound of plants breaking through the land and growing in the sun is really a very happy feeling in the world.
The farmer and I are sitting next to the rice ridge, and the rice has been spread out on the field. Due to the sunshine, the rice shines with golden luster, and the farmer's skin is also stained with a strong copper color. I am a guest at the farmer's house. Did we just pour out the rice and level it with a plow and rake? It's not flattened, it's pushed into a hill pile, one ridge after another, which can make? Mountains? The rice on both sides receives sunlight at the same time. It seems that millet has been dried in this way for thousands of years, because when the sun shines and the eight-claw rake pushes the ridge line into the original valley bottom, the rice turns over, and all the millet originally buried in it turns to the sunny side? Sunbathing millet in this way is more effective and balanced than flat surface, which is simply a philosophy of yin and yang.
The farmer fanned the sweat on his face with a hat and turned to me. Take a deep breath and see. ?
I took a deep breath and spit it out slowly.
he said: Do you smell anything?
? What I smell is rice, which is a little fragrant. ? I said.
he smiled and said:? This is not the smell of rice, but the smell of sunshine. ?
the smell of sunshine? I looked at him puzzled.
The young farmer led me to the middle of the rice, reached out and grabbed a handful of sunny millet, told me to smell it hard, and the ripe aroma of rice jumped into my chest. Then, he grabbed a handful of cloudy millet buried inside for me to smell, but there was no fragrance. This experiment surprised me deeply, and I felt the magic of sunshine. Why on earth is it that only millet exposed to sunlight has fragrance? The young farmer said that he didn't know, and he found it by accident while turning rice to bask in the sun. At that time, he was still a college student. He helped occasionally during the summer vacation, imagining the colorful life in the city. Since he was basking in the valley, he found the fragrance of sunshine, which made him determined to stay in his hometown. We sat at the edge of rice and talked about the smell of sunshine. Then I almost smelled the smell of clothes that had just been dried when I was young, the smell of newly-dried quilts and newly-dried paintings and calligraphy. The smell of light just flowed out of my childhood. Since the dryer came into being, the smell of clothes has disappeared into my memory, and I never thought it was the sunshine.
The farmer has his own philosophy. He said: You urbanites should not underestimate the sunshine. When there is sunshine, the air tastes different. Just say that the flowers are fragrant. Have you ever distinguished the flowers in the sun from those in the house?
I said: What about cordate telosma and epiphyllum?
he smiled even more proudly. It's a kind of fragrance, not strong. ?
I just sat on the edge of the rice ridge and took deep breaths again and again, hoping to savor the aroma of the sunshine. Seeing me so serious, the farmer said, In fact, you don't have to take a deep breath to smell it, but your sense of smell has deteriorated in the city. ?
Classic Prose Master Recitation 3
Follow Your Heart
On that day, Chad, who was nervous in the competition, relaxed, did not have any thoughts, did not deliberately, and followed his heart and walked a long way.
give me a shade, and let me forget to fly.
Every rose that blooms early in the courtyard is elegant, swaying or calm. The fairy tale of the prince and the rose in my memory squeezed my heart for an instant, and an emotion began to entangle until it was full. The desire to settle quietly in a corner of the soul and not be easily read seems restless. The sky presents a confusing color. Deviating from the direction of going home, I began to wander in the city and enjoy the evening alone.
that street and I have such a tacit understanding of swaying hearts. Quiet as a orchid, hiding outside the noise of the city, holding me in your arms safely. Strolling through, between the blue brick and gray walls, between the murals of Jiaxuan and Yi 'an, looking for it? Stones of crystal in its brooks? The mark. Break the streets and collect a pool of clear and sweet bottles. The river of years, so quietly flowing? No matter who you are, you can't pick up those beautiful pains hidden in your heart, can you
at that time? Every family springs, and every family hangs on the trees. ? The most early morning, the cheerful spring awakens people, and the smiling face is reflected in the clear room to start the day. The woman who washes the rice washing clothes by the spring, the crystal of the fingertips is pinched on the tip of her hair, and with a gentle touch, her hair will be bright and vivid. Oh, that's a long time ago, and it's better than the rural customs in Jiangnan. How graceful and restrained is it? How much interest and charm have been added to the ancient city.
I'm too late to wake up and I'm drunk again.
the spring, leisurely coming from that dark place, is full of warmth and warm love. Standing by, looking intently, it only takes a moment, and the thoughts are absorbed. The spirit of the spring flutters its wings and surrounds you until it is relaxed and integrated with it. The aquatic plants at the bottom of the pool are clearly visible, and the fish passing through are free. My hands can't stand it, I am immersed in the pool, and my feet are not quiet enough. I come in at random, but no one will blame me if I see it. Who can withstand this colorful temptation? Everything is kind and warm. Everything is crystal clear.
people are excited and full of hope.