A flowering tree was written by Xi Murong (Mullen? A lyric poem by Xi Lianbo 1980. 6. 4. The author expresses his understanding of nature by describing a flowering tree. That is, life is a continuous process, process, process, and everything she writes is touched by the scenes of life. The following is a model essay for me to read the poem "A Flowering Tree". Let's have a look.
After reading "A Flowering Tree", I feel that appreciating literary works is naturally different from skimming and skimming, and we need to savor it carefully. If you don't read the author's autobiography and don't understand the creative background, at least you should read it over and over again and think foolishly. I've watched it more than a dozen times in the past two days.
First of all, scrutinize and study word by word.
? If you meet me/at my most beautiful moment? The hero's attitude is serious, not casual. Love is beautiful and an extremely important thing in life, which needs to be taken seriously. In the countryside, when two men and women led by a red line meet for the first time, they have to take a shower and change clothes in advance, and they have made careful preparations to show their most beautiful image to each other. From the very beginning, this poem gives people an atmosphere of China traditional culture, reminding people to be steady, dignified, loyal and virtuous. Love is sweet and has a strong temptation. In China's classical operas, even the monks and nuns of Deng Qing's ancient Buddha will sprout. At the best moment of life, who doesn't long for the best love life? For this/I prayed for 500 years in front of the Buddha/I prayed for it to make us have a dusty relationship? Now people can't live for 500 years, and it's not unusual for trees to live for 500 years. Can trees talk? No, it makes people talk. Ever heard of the combination of man and sword? This is the unity of man and tree. People are trees, trees are people, and people's thoughts and feelings are expressed through the image of trees. This writing skill is a piece of cake for poets. Poets are cautious, sensitive and neurotic people. Don't worry. The poet created beauty for us, so we plunged into it and enjoyed the beauty of integration embodied by the tree people. In order to get your destiny, you have been kneeling in front of the Buddha for 500 years, pious and bitter, what a warm and pure emotion. Are we also willing to pursue our beautiful and ideal life persistently and exclusively for a long time? Religion has its own reasons for survival and inheritance. The power of religion is enormous.
? So the Buddha turned me into a tree/growing on the roadside where you must pass? If the sky is affectionate, the sky is old, the true feelings of the world, persistent persistence, touched the Buddha. The Buddha arranged the hero in the image of a tree. The roadside you must pass? Waiting to meet that person. ? The sun is full of flowers carefully/all of them belong to my previous life. Hope? On a sunny day, under the bright sunshine, the branches are full of flowers, and the trees incarnate as heroes show great vitality. Is that really the case? The most beautiful moment? . ? Careful? It conveys an eager expectation and a subtle uneasiness. Hope is good, hope is unknown.
? When you approach, please listen carefully/is that trembling leaf the passion I am waiting for? After 500 years of waiting, with the help of the Buddha, the man who missed day and night finally approached from a distance. ? Trembling leaves? Let us seem to hear the excited heartbeat. ? Would you please listen carefully? How eager to be noticed, how eager to attract each other, let each other stop to watch, linger, and feel excited. ? And when you finally walk/fall behind you/friends, isn't that just a petal/my withered heart? The result of the hero's enthusiastic expectation did not appear, and the man walked by inadvertently, and the petal-like heart withered all over the floor. A kind of disappointment, infinite sadness. The ending is so sad and beautiful that it makes people sigh. Why? Our hero didn't seize the opportunity to express himself boldly and didn't speak. At the most critical moment, he just stood quietly, reserved, shy and afraid to speak. And that person may already have a heart, may be meticulous and have no time to look around, or may not understand the details of beauty? Buddha, why not finally achieve an earth-shattering marriage? Perhaps, this is called fate.
Second, an idea about the background of this poem.
On a sunny day, the author Xi Murong visited an ancient temple in the mountains. Cigarettes filled the hall, and many good men and women worshipped and made wishes in front of the Buddha. A strong religious atmosphere permeates it. Walking out of the ancient temple and along the tourist-like mountain road, a tree attracted her keen eyes. The trees are full of flowers, the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the leaves are fluctuating, and many withered petals are left under the trees. The images outside the temple were superimposed together, which made her heart suddenly move. When she returned home or stayed in a hotel, she spread out the manuscript paper in her room, melted a memory of a youthful past or similar feelings she heard and witnessed into the image of a Buddha and a tree, and appealed to the pen, so a budding tree full of feminine tenderness flowed out like a clear spring.
What's your second thought after reading The Flowering Tree? How can I meet you at my most beautiful moment?
? Xi Murong's A Flowering Tree;
Young love, green and ignorant, makes us look forward to it but stop.
In Xi Murong's poems, I can always feel indifferent sadness and express my nostalgia for youth. A woman full of girlish feelings has written one poem after another, which is not gorgeous but refreshing. After reading it carefully, I will always remind you that it may not be the whole poem, but there are some poems that you can't forget for a long time and make us full of expectations and longings for youth.
Like to write in:? Youth without resentment will have no regrets, such as the quiet moon on the mountain. ? No regrets, just what my youth needs. Youth needs to be crazy, dare to try, dare to face and dare to let go. After all, youth begins and ends, but if you fall in love with someone, please treat them gently, because the years treated gently are a rare and flawless beauty. Even if we will part, we should thank each other for leaving a good memory for each other, so that when you look back suddenly, you will find that you have a regretless youth.
? I can't find the manuscript. Erase you? & lt error > Even people who have never experienced love will feel that love should be sweet and bitter, and they can't forget that long-lasting touch. If the meeting between two people can be arranged and their love can be explained, then we can go back to life without you, so life will be easier, but reality only allows me to spend time thinking about you, because love is not a drama, and I can't find a manuscript to erase all my encounters with you, along with regrets.
? After the fragrant smile, who knows my lotus nut? ? There is a missed scene in the movie, and I met the right person at the wrong time. When a blooming summer lotus has not been eroded by wind and frost, autumn rain is coming, and beautiful lotus flowers can't wait to be appreciated. When youth has gone, leaving a lotus that is not worried or afraid, it is more beautiful and becomes the most beautiful moment because of the vicissitudes of the surrounding environment. But at this moment, the heart that can't wait to appreciate has already closed the door and is always out of reach with those who appreciate it. Either you're early or you're late.
? Does a bird have to burn itself to become a phoenix? Does youth have to be ignorant, and love will be sad? ? < looking back > in the poem, I think about the future and don't want to have the regrets in this poem. I always look forward to a beautiful love and youth, so I never hesitated to abandon you when I was young, but all this was discovered when I looked back on my wandering journey. I recalled the moonlight on the road, the jasmine in the garden, and the skirts flying on the ferry, but these memories were already buried by years when they surfaced. Before the gray dawn, I looked back with disappointment, recalled the time that should have been buried by years, recalled the expectation that I didn't have to wander, and recalled that.
Perhaps this is my understanding of youth love. I am both looking forward to and worried about the future. I feel that love is like this poem, but it will touch my heart. It seems that it is also youth that throbs. I just hope to leave a deep mark on my youth. When you can still smile after remembering, your youth will be relieved.
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