I love autumn inexplicably, starting from being sensible. I don't know why, I don't like the vitality of spring, the enthusiasm of summer and the purity of winter, but I love this contradictory autumn alone.
The contradiction is because a large number of creatures die and mature in this season. It is decadent and desolate, but it is also happy and full of vitality. Just like people's complex emotions, they are painful and happy. Just like a person's life, it is not all pain, but it will not be too complete, and all kinds of tastes are a little bit.
Actually, I prefer the sad side of autumn myself. Look at the dead leaves flying like butterflies, spinning in the air, round and round, like a waltz. The wind stopped and the leaves fell. They still want to leave their leaves behind. Gently, slowly, still attached to the branches that once relied on it. Dead leaves, but you don't give up? Are you crying? There is always too much helplessness in the world.
Look at that pile of hay, like a quilt on the ground. They held hands and clung to the earth with their bodies. The wind has blown, and they can't be moved. They are old and hunched, and no longer have the frivolity of their youth. At this time, they are only willing to give it the last simple warmth with their thin body-the earth-their old friends. If you pity them, step on them. Make their hearts closer to the center of the earth.
Whenever I see these, I always think of my grandparents. They are over 500 years old, but they still want to do something for their children and grandchildren, but they can only stand shivering in the wind and cough every step. Under that deep love, what kind of helplessness and sadness.
Autumn, I love your decadent and sad side. Because I understand that dead leaves fall to turn them into nutrients and nourish trees; The reason why hay turns yellow is to make the green earth more beautiful in the coming year. All this is out of their love. Leaves love trees, and grass loves the earth. What a strong and deep love it is! Only with such love can we smile and sacrifice for the people we love. The desolation of autumn is just to make other seasons more beautiful. Find love, first of all, your own love.
2. Regarding Liang Heng's writing method of "Summer Feeling", in the works of poets and writers, imitation of autumn is not a popular season.
Perhaps, the germination of spring flowers can give people a sense of regeneration, the beauty and harmony of spring can release people's emotions freely; Perhaps, the harvest in autumn can give people a mature sense of satisfaction, and the loneliness in autumn can give people a dripping vent; Therefore, almost all the people who chanted about the Spring and Autumn Period, danced with words and made ink, were eager to cross the river. What about summer? Maybe it's too hot, too dense and a little "too thick to melt", so it always gives people a sense of disharmony, overload and overload.
If so, how can we get the psychological identity of the literati who are governed by the "happy principle" like ordinary people? How can you not be assigned a vacancy by them! Even if someone writes it, it is inevitable that it will be written as "vicious gray sand array", "scalding pedestrians' faces", "dry and hot wind", "ferocious whining", "people are like fast fish" and "the earth trembles in the heat" (quoted from the works of Mao Dun, Lao She, Gorky and romain rolland)-a kind of anguish as an artistic content. Or, it can be written as "I feel heartless when I sleep every day" (Yang Wanli) and "I throw books in the afternoon for a long time" (Cai Que)-a summer feeling that reveals a sense of helplessness in my leisure. However, Comrade Liang Heng dares to do new and strange things, from what people say, "loudly praise the golden summer of spring and autumn."
It should be noted that this kind of praise itself deserves our praise. The pure realm, rich elegance and lofty aesthetic feeling he created in this work, and his elegant language are even more impressive.
Summer is indeed a rare masterpiece in contemporary prose. At the beginning of "Summer", the author wrote: "What fills the whole summer is a tense, warm and hurried melody.
As if a pot of cold water on the stove was bubbling and finally boiling, the fine sandy grass on the hillside gradually grew into thick hair, and the faint smoke on the forest belt also condensed into a long black wall. Here, the simple metaphor of "a pot of cold water", the vivid personification of "thick hair" and the clever choice of words of "long wall and black color" seem as if the author is scanning from above, and several shots outline the macro view of summer scenery.
The phrase "annoying cicadas, the potential leaves keep ringing" is like the voiceover of the above group of shots. The "annoyance" here shows the heat in summer, but there is no dull heart; It conveys the noise of summer without a trace of dryness.
The persistent sound over the treetops reflects the bright colors of the summer scenery, sets off an atmosphere of "cicadas are silent in the forest", and also shows the richness, massiness and calmness of the summer earth. Therefore, the author has set a high-spirited and positive theme for the full text in the blend of sound and emotion and reality.
Then, the author put the perspective straight and moved the camera down, as if looking at the endless Yuan Ye, watching the rolling wheat waves "slapping the distant mountains, the clouds in the sky, slapping the cars on the expressway, like the waves surging over the ships." Here, what the author presents us is not a simple reduction of the real world, but a meaningful landscape, which is the flicker of external objects on the author's mind screen; In other words, it is a projection of the times reflecting the author's emotional beam.
Then, a wave of hot air, "floating across the field", seems to be blowing "mature wheat fragrance" to the author and readers who are overlooking. This little dyeing is not only just right but also icing on the cake.
Just as the contrast of cicada singing in front is the blend of sound and color, the touch dyeing here is the harmony of color and fragrance. If the previous contrast is a touch of atmosphere, then the touch here is a sign of affection-a sign of the richness and enrichment of life.
After such meticulous preparation, the author deliberately leads the brushwork to the key point of the article-"the spirit of spring, which has been accumulated for half a year, has now become a majestic trend, rolling in the fields and rising between heaven and earth." This is the author's own summer feeling, which is a unique summer feeling that the author discovered, experienced and learned.
From here, the author seems to naturally extend a subtle argument: "The color of spring is cool and green, such as blue waves and tender bamboo, full of hope;" The color of autumn is fiery red, such as sunset glow and red leaves, which indicates the extreme of things. Summer is just between spring flowers and autumn fruits, and naturally it should be neutral yellow. "
This passage has unique sentences, unique words, clever parallelism and antithesis, and shows an antique and rare sense of interest, that is, a lyrical aesthetic feeling bred by the combination of beauty and deep feeling. This discussion focuses on the previous meaning, that is, occurrence, extension and deepening; In fact, it is also an abstract and incisive explanation of the essence of summer by a philosopher discovered, realized and learned by the author.
So what does this quality mean? The author soon hit the nail on the head. It turns out that the "majestic momentum" accumulated in The Spirit of that Spring is exactly a great rush of "harvest there but hope is not exhausted", a rhythm of "connecting the past with the future and alternating life" from gestation to abundance, and a torrent of creative waves printed with huge letters of mankind.
It is such a poem of strength, life and creation that the author enthusiastically eulogizes. The summer praised by Liang Heng is a summer of rolling wheat waves and bursts of wheat fragrance, and a summer of "gold dominates everything in the world".
Where is it this summer? Obviously, the author's emphasis is very clear. After that subtle discussion, he wrote: "You see, the wheat that has just been cut, the cotton seedlings with seven or eight green leaves in the field, the sorghum corn with megaphones in the sky, and the melon seedlings crawling on the ground all show exuberant vitality.
At this time, they didn't last long in the spring breeze and light rain, but under the transpiration of the hot summer, they flourished and made a final sprint at the end of Xiang Qiu. "Here, the author's perspective seems to be getting closer and closer, and the lens has changed from grand to subtle.
As a result, an interesting close-up jumped into our eyes. A word "pick" makes us almost feel the uniform and powerful breathing of cotton seedlings; A word "lift" makes us almost feel the joy of sorghum and corn shaking their heads; In a "crawling", we also touched the melon.
3. Regarding Liang Heng's writing method of "Summer Feeling", in the works of poets and writers, imitation of autumn is not a popular season.
Perhaps, the germination of spring flowers can give people a sense of regeneration, the beauty and harmony of spring can release people's emotions freely; Perhaps, the harvest in autumn can give people a mature sense of satisfaction, and the loneliness in autumn can give people a dripping vent; Therefore, almost all the people who chanted about the Spring and Autumn Period, danced with words and made ink, were eager to cross the river. What about summer? Maybe it's too hot, too dense and a little "too thick to melt", so it always gives people a sense of disharmony, overload and overload.
If so, how can we get the psychological identity of the literati who are governed by the "happy principle" like ordinary people? How can you not be assigned a vacancy by them! Even if someone writes it, it is inevitable that it will be written as "vicious gray sand array", "scalding pedestrians' faces", "dry and hot wind", "ferocious whining", "people are like fast fish" and "the earth trembles in the heat" (quoted from the works of Mao Dun, Lao She, Gorky and romain rolland)-a kind of anguish as an artistic content. Or, it can be written as "I feel heartless when I sleep every day" (Yang Wanli) and "I throw books in the afternoon for a long time" (Cai Que)-a summer feeling that reveals a sense of helplessness in my leisure. However, Comrade Liang Heng dares to do new and strange things, from what people say, "loudly praise the golden summer of spring and autumn."
It should be noted that this kind of praise itself deserves our praise. The pure realm, rich elegance and lofty aesthetic feeling he created in this work, and his elegant language are even more impressive.
Summer is indeed a rare masterpiece in contemporary prose. At the beginning of "Summer", the author wrote: "What fills the whole summer is a tense, warm and hurried melody.
As if a pot of cold water on the stove was bubbling and finally boiling, the fine sandy grass on the hillside gradually grew into thick hair, and the faint smoke on the forest belt also condensed into a long black wall. Here, the simple metaphor of "a pot of cold water", the vivid personification of "thick hair" and the clever choice of words of "long wall and black color" seem as if the author is scanning from above, and several shots outline the macro view of summer scenery.
The phrase "annoying cicadas, the potential leaves keep ringing" is like the voiceover of the above group of shots. The "annoyance" here shows the heat in summer, but there is no dull heart; It conveys the noise of summer without a trace of dryness.
The persistent sound over the treetops reflects the bright colors of the summer scenery, sets off an atmosphere of "cicadas are silent in the forest", and also shows the richness, massiness and calmness of the summer earth. Therefore, the author has set a high-spirited and positive theme for the full text in the blend of sound and emotion and reality.
Then, the author put the perspective straight and moved the camera down, as if looking at the endless Yuan Ye, watching the rolling wheat waves "slapping the distant mountains, the clouds in the sky, slapping the cars on the expressway, like the waves surging over the ships." Here, what the author presents us is not a simple reduction of the real world, but a meaningful landscape, which is the flicker of external objects on the author's mind screen; In other words, it is a projection of the times reflecting the author's emotional beam.
Then, a wave of hot air, "floating across the field", seems to be blowing "mature wheat fragrance" to the author and readers who are overlooking. This little dyeing is not only just right but also icing on the cake.
Just as the contrast of cicada singing in front is the blend of sound and color, the touch dyeing here is the harmony of color and fragrance. If the previous contrast is a touch of atmosphere, then the touch here is a sign of affection-a sign of the richness and enrichment of life.
After such meticulous preparation, the author deliberately leads the brushwork to the key point of the article-"the spirit of spring, which has been accumulated for half a year, has now become a majestic trend, rolling in the fields and rising between heaven and earth." This is the author's own summer feeling, which is a unique summer feeling that the author discovered, experienced and learned.
From here, the author seems to naturally extend a subtle argument: "The color of spring is cool and green, such as blue waves and tender bamboo, full of hope;" The color of autumn is fiery red, such as sunset glow and red leaves, which indicates the extreme of things. Summer is just between spring flowers and autumn fruits, and naturally it should be neutral yellow. "
This passage has unique sentences, unique words, clever parallelism and antithesis, and shows an antique and rare sense of interest, that is, a lyrical aesthetic feeling bred by the combination of beauty and deep feeling. This discussion focuses on the previous meaning, that is, occurrence, extension and deepening; In fact, it is also an abstract and incisive explanation of the essence of summer by a philosopher discovered, realized and learned by the author.
So what does this quality mean? The author soon hit the nail on the head. It turns out that the "majestic momentum" accumulated in The Spirit of that Spring is exactly a great rush of "harvest there but hope is not exhausted", a rhythm of "connecting the past with the future and alternating life" from gestation to abundance, and a torrent of creative waves printed with huge letters of mankind.
It is such a poem of strength, life and creation that the author enthusiastically eulogizes. The summer praised by Liang Heng is a summer of rolling wheat waves and bursts of wheat fragrance, and a summer of "gold dominates everything in the world".
Where is it this summer? Obviously, the author's emphasis is very clear. After that subtle discussion, he wrote: "You see, the wheat that has just been cut, the cotton seedlings with seven or eight green leaves in the field, the sorghum corn with megaphones in the sky, and the melon seedlings crawling on the ground all show exuberant vitality.
At this time, they didn't last long in the spring breeze and light rain, but under the transpiration of the hot summer, they flourished and made a final sprint at the end of Xiang Qiu. "Here, the author's perspective seems to be getting closer and closer, and the lens has changed from grand to subtle.
As a result, an interesting close-up jumped into our eyes. A word "pick" makes us almost feel the uniform and powerful breathing of cotton seedlings; A word "lift" makes us almost feel the joy of sorghum and corn shaking their heads; In a "crawling", we also touched the melon.
4. The composition imitates Zhu Ziqing's summer, expecting, expecting, the scorching sun is approaching, and the footsteps of summer are approaching.
Everything is in high spirits, dancing enthusiastically and cheerfully, cicadas chirping, water turns green and the sun is shining.
Lotus sneaked out of the water, pink and tender, in the pond of a small lake, you see, it is all over a large area. Sitting, lying, laughing, budding, swimming, dancing, the lake is clear and bright, and the lotus is delicate.
Indus, willow, Cooper, you won't let me, I won't let you, all turned into shade to catch up. Close your eyes, it seems that there is a crowd under the green forest.
The path in summer is like a quiet and lonely pavilion. Walking on the slate is cool and comfortable, bringing a little coolness to summer. Willow trees along the path smile sweetly like girls, and green silk tapestries hang down. From time to time, the small fish will take a deep breath from the lake on the side of the road, take a deep breath and splash into the water, causing ripples.
Thunderstorms are the most common. It will only stop for a while. Don't be upset. It looks like stars, pearls and grapes. Round, crystal clear, people's windows seem to be hung with bead curtains. In the evening of summer night, there is a small light on with a little yellow halo. People are not in a hurry to go home, but sit in small chairs, talk softly and look up at the stars from time to time.
Summer is like a child, so lovely.
Summer is like a girl, mature and beautiful.
Summer is like an elder, loving and serene.
5. Write a composition about autumn (imitate spring). Don't have it online, hope is your own (beauty is all year round, I love autumn alone, because it is not bright in spring, hot in summer, cold in winter, but a kind of unrequited dedication and a kind of modesty that breeds hope. Its color is not so bright, but it is not single, full of charm and profundity. The autumn sky is pure. Blue. Occasionally, birds fly by with broken thin clouds floating in mid-air. The autumn is crisp and the bergamot can be touched. At this moment, you have a feeling of being closest to the sky. The autumn sunshine is soft, sprinkling soft golden light. It rubs gold into fields and Woods. It goes to the red sunset, red sorghum and red frost leaves. It defiled all the fruits on the earth. Pink apples ... Qiuyang is really a superb painter, painting an intoxicating beauty. Autumn wind is active, it dances heartily, splashing water on the lake and setting off a wave of rice in the field. It plays happily, sometimes blows the girl's long hair, and sometimes touches the kite to the sky. It sings heartily, deeply and continuously, and screams briefly. Autumn water is quiet and leisurely. Reflecting the autumn sky, autumn clouds and autumn days, it keeps the scenery in its eyes, poised, but keeps fat fresh fish in its chest. The beauty of autumn is mature and wise, but lively and lovely. In autumn, we harvest beauty, fruits and life.
6. Imitate Zhu Ziqing's Spring Writing: Take time in summer, autumn and winter and look forward to tomorrow. Autumn wind is coming, and the footsteps of autumn are approaching.
Everything seemed to be sleeping, and I slowly closed my eyes. The mountains began to be bare, the water receded, and the sun lost its former glory. The grass gradually withered, and in the garden and field, a large area was covered with gold. Trees began to take off their old clothes, and pieces of golden leaves fluttered in the wind like butterflies and fell at the same time. Soon, the earth was covered with gold.
At this time, those flowers that are competing to open are also lazy and listless, hanging their heads and closing their eyes slightly. Some fragile flowers, after a spring and summer effort, have plunged into the embrace of the earth, hidden their weak bodies in your heart, and entered a sweet dream with a smile. At this time, only those flowers that are not afraid of the cold are still competing to open, emitting a faint fragrance in the autumn wind.
Indeed, as soon as the autumn wind blows, the weather begins to get cold. A refreshing autumn wind blows across your face, like a mother's hand. There is still some fragrance in the autumn wind. Some birds spread their wings and flew to the south for the winter. Frogs and snakes are also busy digging holes at this time. As soon as winter comes, they will get in, sleep comfortably and wait for the next spring. Squirrels are like.
The rain often drops down. Don't be upset. Look, like pearls, like broken lines, like cobwebs, it's cool to hit you. Yellow grass and wild flowers were beaten to the waist. Traffic and pedestrians on the road are in a hurry and worried. Occasionally, there will be "unlucky ghosts" without rain gear running fast in the rain curtain, often leaving behind when passing by.
Autumn is the harvest season. Fruits and rice are ripe, swaying branches one by one, as if to remind farmers to harvest quickly. As a result, farmers began to get busy, and their busy figures appeared everywhere in the fields, orchards and mountains. Just look at their happy smiles and you will understand that there is another good harvest this year. In this harvest season, the students ushered in a new semester.
Autumn is like a magician, turning the earth into gold.
Autumn is like a big stage with a touching story.
Autumn is like a ode to joy, playing a festive movement.