Author:
Bing Xin, a modern writer
Original text:
Strolling through the mountain gate, I never wanted to find a quiet place to visit.
Turning the ravine, it is a grassland with endless shadows. There is a curved stone bridge behind the tree, and there are two lions squatting in the residual photo behind the bridge. Looking back, only a piece of broken tiles and broken walls and a peeling red door are deeply closed. It turned out to be the tomb of my hometown! What's the use? Feel it and print a picture.
Halfway up the mountain, thousands of swallows are flying around the temple. The battlements-like walls, the white stone tunnel and the yellow-green glazed tile gatehouse are exquisite. In front of the building, the sunset glow on the mountain is bright red, and behind the building, the plain forest on the horizon is dark blue and purple. In the twilight, blend together. Is it Yuyu Qionglou? Is it Yaogong North Que?
How to search for poems and print a picture?
Walking with his head down, a poem broke out in my mind. In the south of the Yangtze River in April, there are no short trees, and everyone is in the shade. Why bother to remember whose work this is, and why bother to remember the full text of this poem, but it has already painted the home at the foot of the mountain.
Appreciate:
This prose poem is well-written, with exquisite brushwork and ingenious conception. In nature, it reveals the purity and vividness of the unity of man and nature, and it simply describes the natural laws of scenery and color.
The first sentence is very free and easy, and the inevitability contained in the contingency of "winning in seclusion" is set off by "walking". Because the beauty of Bing Xin's "clear water leaves hibiscus, naturally carved" is vividly on the paper, I can't help but feel the temptation of "seclusion" and have to see how the following winding path of "victory" leads to seclusion.
Then the poet outlined the scenery in front of her in a very natural way. What is this picture? It turned out to be the tomb of my hometown! In the second and third paragraphs, the poet painted this desolate cemetery with a heavy pen.
"Hills, meadows, tree shadows and stone bridges reflect the lions, broken tiles, falling walls, peeling red doors and deep covers in the residual photos." Such a sad place really can't cause great poetry. After disappointment, the poet was unwilling to leave with the mentality that "it is not worth visiting the park".
So, she described another feeling of being halfway up the mountain, that is to say, she came out of hell and went to heaven, sighing as follows: "Swallows fly around the temple, the gatehouse is in the tunnel, and the sunset forest sets off the north que of Linglong Yao Palace and the deep blue purple jade Qionglou". The poet's sublime expression without "searching for poetry" is so lovely and calm.
When these two completely different paintings are presented, it is really a huge contrast between heaven and earth! What is the contrast? This is a vivid dynamic beauty and a rigid and stale regret. In this feeling of regret and longing, the poet then tried to sum up this feeling with the poet.
But the poet thinks that only two sentences are not perfect. She thinks hard and remembers hard, and she can't find a suitable metaphor. She simply felt that two sentences were more than enough, so she teased herself and used two parallel "why bother to remember" to end the entanglement of troubles.
After carefully appreciating the writing intention of this poem, it is not difficult to imagine a girl with a throbbing girlish feeling, who does not want to introduce her distress into the world of yearning for the outside world in her budding adolescence, so she seeks comfort and balance of self-salvation in indecision.
Poetry is very interesting, which is embodied in the fact that the girl's habit of playing small temper is integrated into the poetry style. In the poem, the girl can do whatever she wants outside the poem, which has a sour and burning poetic feeling.
Second, love for the universe.
Author:
Bing Xin, a modern writer
Original text:
I'm the same person as I was four years ago. These green leaves, but those green leaves were four years ago. Is the water four years ago? The cloud was four years ago, right? Am I still the same as I was four years ago? ?
They are still Ye Er, Shuier and Yuner, and they are still just Ye Er, Shuier and Yuner four years ago. However, after several times of universal love, they grew, flowed and remained free in a new life. ?
They are the same as they were four years ago, but they have infiltrated the love of the universe and become new life. But I'm still the same person as I was four years ago. Four years ago, they only felt silly and lively. Why has it become subtle and solemn now?
But I'm still the same person as I was four years ago. Looking up at the moon, how can you see the moon like water! The same sky and clouds, but also added branches rippling, full moon floating, and a lonely me. A long wall is like a white line, dragging through the green mountains.
In this vast space, neither sunshine nor wind can stop coming and going-only natural love is infinite. Why distinguish this world from love? ?
Sitting in front of rolling mountains, towering towers and endless village plains, I can only think with my knees. The morning sun shines on the hair. -thinking about the faint wall in the east, and a few children who didn't come, the ice clock who went home early, and the sick uncle Bing.
And my little brother, who slept alone under the tree yesterday, why are they here ... 192 1 June 18, in Xishan. ?
Analysis:
One day in April, I happened to read Love in the Universe, and I thought the article was very suitable for the environment and mood at that time, so I kept reading it. Bing Xin's style is always full of graceful and graceful temperament, but a short article reveals a lot of thoughts on natural change and time loss.
Bing Xin is a famous contemporary female writer and children's literature writer. In her works, there are many poems about the beauty and love of nature, such as stars and springs.
Bing Xin was born in a naval officer's family. The leisurely and peaceful family environment makes Bing Xin's character tend to be peaceful, which is well reflected in her works. After entering the society, Bing Xin still uses the values developed at home to measure the society.
The huge gap between reality and ideal has brought Bing A Xin a great sense of loss and confusion, which makes the universe in Bing Xin's eyes mysterious and poetic.
Four years ago, Bing Xin sat by this pool of green water, enjoying the gesture of nature. The water is still the water, and the tree is still the tree. What changed was only the time and the author's mood.
Facing the still old scenery, Bing Xin couldn't help saying, "Look up at the moon, why not look at the water! The same sky and clouds, plus branches rippling, full moon floating, and a lonely me. "
This sigh is just like Bing Xin's other works, but in this Love in the Universe, Bing Xin's sadness is vaguely felt, although Ye Er, Shuier and Yuner still look like four years ago.
However, they "have experienced several changes in the universe, and they are growing happily from their new lives, living and flowing, and staying freely."
After four years of baptism, their lives have become full of vitality since childhood. All the changes made Bing Xin ask herself, "But am I still the same as I was four years ago?"?
Bing Xin grasps a small plot in life and reflects her feelings in the landscape. It shows how delicate Bing Xin is that he can associate and think so much about such a trivial matter as revisiting his old place.
In prose, Bing Xin first said, "It's still green leaves and clear water. It's still white clouds in the trees. It was me four years ago. "
But she immediately became suspicious, and she couldn't help wondering if those leaves, the water and the clouds were still the same as before, or if they were themselves four years ago. After a little thinking, she thought that they were still them four years ago.
It's just that the love given by the universe has penetrated into life. At this time, Bing Xin asked herself, "But am I still the same as I was four years ago?"
But in the end, Bing Xin gave her own answer-only natural love is infinite, so why distinguish this from the world of love? We can feel Bing Xin's psychological activities in just a few hundred words of small prose, which also shows the writer's profound skill.
The full-text language is fresh and smooth. Compared with poems that need concise language to practice, prose is more suitable for Bing Xin's style, and profound poetry can also be felt in Bing Xin's prose.
The overlapping of words in the sentence and the contrast of bright colors of leaves, water and clouds make the prose colorful, and the reader seems to have entered the world written by Bing Xin, and the colorful nature naturally emerges from the paper.
Every paragraph in the article has similar sentences, short sentences and concise language, as if the author is expressing his feelings in parallel sentences, just like poetry, which has a kind of phonological beauty.
The love of the universe, as its name implies, expresses Bing Xin's love for nature and thinking about the universe in the form of prose. Time can change everything, and some seemingly unchanging objects are actually changing.
Of course, you don't have to think everything so clearly. Looking at the moon is better than looking at the water. What an open-minded attitude! Since nature is a world full of love, why should we be smart enough to distinguish everything that love gives?
In the article, we can see Bing Xin's character, appreciate quietness and elegance, worship nature and innocence. Bing Xin herself once said, "There is only one goddess of poetry, and she is full of tenderness and sadness. Let her express it like this. "
The goddess of this poem not only appears in her poems, but also dominates her essays and novels. Bing Xin's perception of the passage of time is unconsciously revealed between the lines, which makes the whole article both relieved and sad.
At the end of the article, Bing Xin sat by the pool, holding her knees, sitting alone in the early morning sunshine, thinking about her brothers and sisters who used to come to the pool to play with her, and couldn't help but feel that things had changed. However, even the changed world has not changed because of the love given by the universe.
Love in the Universe contains a little hope in the faint sadness, but everything has a sense of peace, which makes people feel very quiet to read.
Quietly accept love from the universe! Why should we delve into it? Looking up at the moon, how can you see the moon like water! The same sky and clouds, but also added branches rippling, full moon floating, and a lonely me.
Third, a white rose.
Author:
Bing Xin, a modern writer
Original text:
Why are you standing by the river alone? Is this hazy sky dawn or dusk? Where to ask, I just feel that the world of flowers is in front of me. There are a few white roses in the middle. There she is. She is coming down from the mountain.
Beautiful makeup, as if dressed in white, holding a big bunch of flowers in his hand. I said, "Come on, I'll give you a white rose. You can pin it on your skirt." She said a word with a smile, but she couldn't hear it.
However, I don't think I picked it out, and she didn't wear it either. She still walked forward with flowers in her hand. Looking up at her road, I saw flowers on both sides, flowers hanging down and flowers falling down. I think white flowers are better than red flowers after all; But why don't I choose and she doesn't wear it?
Where is the road ahead? Why not follow her? It's all over, the flowers are hidden, and the dreams are awake. How to get to the road ahead? Why did you wear it when you picked it? ?
Appreciate:
A white rose?
Why are you standing by the river alone? Is this hazy sky dawn or dusk? ?
Dreamlike state, dreamlike feeling-there is no reason to come, I don't know when to come?
Where to ask, I just feel that the world of flowers is in front of me. There are a few white roses in the middle. ?
Just when I was confused, I found myself in the world of flowers, and the image in the title appeared-white? Strong? Wei, it was in this dreamlike thinking?
There she is. She is coming down from the mountain. Beautiful makeup, as if dressed in white, holding a big bunch of flowers in his hand. ?
(personification, turning static into dynamic, highlights her purity and beauty. From this time on, the author entered the subconscious description, imagination, fantasy, what white roses would be like. )?
I said, "Come on, I'll give you a white rose. You can pin it on your skirt." She smiled?
Laughing without saying a word, a quiet and introverted white rose appeared in front of us?
I said a word, but I couldn't hear it. However, I don't think I picked it out, and she didn't wear it either. She still walked forward with flowers in her hand. ?
Oh, so she has flowers! However, from "as if", we can feel the intoxication of "I"?
Looking up at her road, I saw flowers on both sides, flowers hanging down and flowers falling down. ?
Flowers are everywhere, beautiful, ethereal, elegant and ...?
I think white flowers are better than red flowers after all; But why don't I choose and she doesn't wear it? ?
(? White flowers are better than red flowers. Why? The author didn't say why. Attention, the point is why I don't take it off and she doesn't wear it? -the theme that leads to the author's thoughts. )?
Where is the road ahead? Why not follow her? ?
She should be the embodiment of dreams and ideals, and the author is confused and slightly sad?
It's all over, the flowers are hidden, and the dreams are awake. How to get to the road ahead? Why did you wear it when you picked it? ?
Yes, I woke up from my dream and came back to reality. Does the road in my dream still exist? Will someone really lead them to pursue their dreams? -everything will be verified in reality. )
Fourth, small orange lamp.
Author:
Bing Xin, a modern writer
Original text:
This was more than ten years ago.
One afternoon before the Spring Festival, I went to see a friend in the suburbs of Chongqing. She lives above the town hall in that village.
Walking up the dark stairs, I walked into a room with a square table and several bamboo stools, and a telephone on the wall. Then I went into my friend's room, separated from the outside by a curtain.
She is not at home. There is a note on the table by the window saying that she will go out temporarily and asked me to wait for her.
I sat down at her desk and picked up a newspaper to read. Suddenly, I heard the door of the outhouse creak open. After a while, I heard someone moving a bamboo stool.
I opened the curtain and saw a little girl, only about eight or nine years old, with a thin and pale face, purple lips with cold, short hair, worn-out clothes and barefoot sandals.
I was climbing the bamboo stool to pick up the monitor on the wall, and my hand shrank back when I saw it.
I asked her, "Are you going to call?" As she climbed down the bamboo stool, she nodded and said, "I want to find Dr. Hu in XX Hospital. My mother just vomited a lot of blood! " "I asked," do you know the telephone number of XX hospital? "
She shook her head and said, "I was just about to ask the telephone office ..." I quickly found the hospital number from the phone book next to the machine, and then asked her, "Who should I invite to see a doctor?" She said, "Tell Wang Chunlin that his family is ill and he will come."
The phone got through, she thanked me gratefully and then left. I grabbed her and asked, "Is your home far?" She pointed out the window and said, "It's just under the big yellow fruit tree in the mountain nest, and it's within walking distance." He went downstairs heavily, heavily, heavily.
I went back to the back room, read the newspaper back and forth, and picked up a copy of Three Hundred Tang Poems. Halfway through it, it was getting darker and darker, but my friend still didn't come back.
Bored, I stood up, looked at the misty mountain scenery outside the window, saw the hut under the Huangguoshu, and suddenly wanted to see the little girl and her sick mother.
I went downstairs and bought some red oranges at the door, stuffed them in my handbag and walked along the uneven stone road to the door of the hut.
I tapped on the door of the board. Just now, the little girl came out to open the door. She looked up at me, paused for a moment, and then smiled and beckoned me in.
The room was small and dark, covered with boards against the wall. Her mother lay flat with her eyes closed. She is probably asleep, her head is covered with blood, and her face is turned inward, only to see the messy hair on her face and a big bun at the back of her head. There is a small charcoal stove by the door, with a small casserole on it, steaming slightly.
The little girl asked me to sit on the stool in front of the stove, and she squatted next to me. Keep looking at me. I asked softly, "Has the doctor been here?"
She said, "yes, I gave my mother an injection ... she is fine now." She seemed to comfort me and said, "Don't worry, the doctor will come again tomorrow morning."
I asked; "Has she eaten? What's in this pot? " She smiled and said, "sweet potato porridge-our New Year's Eve." I remembered the oranges I brought, so I took them out and put them on the low table beside the bed.
Without saying anything, she reached for the biggest orange, peeled off a section of the skin with a small knife, and gently pinched the lower part with both hands.
I asked in a low voice, "Who else is in your family?" She said, "No one is here now, my father has gone outside ..." She didn't go on, but slowly took out an orange from the orange peel and put it next to her mother's pillow.
The light of the fire gradually dimmed and the outside turned black. I stood up to go, and she pulled me, holding a big needle of hemp thread very quickly, and put the small orange bowl on her side relatively, like a small basket.
Holding it with a small bamboo stick, I took a short wax head from the windowsill, lit it inside and handed it to me, saying, "It's getting dark and the road is slippery. Let this little orange light shine on you up the hill! " "
I took it appreciatively and thanked her. She walked me out. I don't know what to say. She seemed to comfort me and said, "Dad will be back soon.
My mother will be fine then. "She drew a circle in front of her with her little hand, and finally pressed it on my hand:" We are all fine! " Obviously, this "everyone" also includes me.
I am carrying this clever little orange lamp and walking slowly on the dark and humid mountain road. This hazy orange light really can't shine far, but the little girl's calm, brave and optimistic spirit inspired me, and I seemed to feel that there was infinite light in front of me!
My friend has come back and saw me carrying a small orange lamp and asked me where I came from. I said, "From ... from Wang Chunlin's house." She said in surprise, "Wang Chunlin the carpenter, how do you know him?"
Last year, in the medical college at the foot of the mountain, several students were taken away by the producer of * * *, and later Wang Chunlin also disappeared. It is said that he often delivers letters for those students ... "
That night, I left the mountain village, and I never heard from the little girl and her mother again.
But from then on, every Spring Festival, I will think of that little orange lamp. 12 years have passed, and the little girl's father must have come back early. Her mother must be fine, too, right? Because we are all "good"!
Appreciate:
The story of Little Orange Lantern happened in 1945. At this time, the Anti-Japanese War was drawing to a close, but the Kuomintang stepped up its white terror. Chongqing, the capital of Chongqing, is foggy and dark. People who have lived in war and darkness for a long time are full of infinite yearning for the light.
The little girl I met in the suburbs of Chongqing was brave, calm and optimistic despite the hardships of her parents' illness. This strong personality is really amazing.
"Little Orange Lantern" is full of affectionate pen and ink, praising this optimistic spirit of bravely facing difficulties. Its simplicity and gentleness contain profound meaning and inspiring spiritual strength.
Based on the activities of the "little girl" in my eyes and the emotional change of "I" from sympathy at first meeting to admiration at parting, this paper connects the plots of first meeting, visiting the sick, making lights, sending lights, praising lights and remembering lights in series.
The combination of the small orange lamp and the girl's calm, brave and optimistic spirit naturally and skillfully endows the small orange lamp with profound symbolic significance, making it a portrayal of the girl's beautiful personality.
The little orange lamp illuminates the way forward for people who walk at night, while the beautiful personality of the little girl dispels the darkness of the soul for "I" and brings endless strength and confidence.
There is a contrast between two different social systems in Little Orange Lantern: the old China under the Kuomintang rule and the new China under the leadership of the Communist Party. These two political forces and political systems, with love as the reference, represent destructive and constructive forces to love respectively.
The works are full of love and admiration for new China, because in this society, children in new China can get the love of their parents, others and the motherland.
When Bing Xin looks at these two political forces, it is valuable to take love as the starting point and hold high the banner of humanitarianism instead of partisan prejudice. So Bing Xin is just, and her love and hate are just right. ?
Artistic feature
As the representative work of Bing Xin's later works, Little Orange Lantern has maintained its own style in lyrical composition. In terms of personality, it also endowed her with her own inherent beautiful, delicate and gentle style.
At the same time, it also changed the illusory and confused sadness, but added some fresh and wonderful feelings to the work with a soothing and cheerful melody. In the narrative without decoration and carving, it expresses the yearning and longing for the ideal life in the future.
Nothing is carved, the language is easy to understand, and it is natural and smooth, which is an important feature of the narrative of Little Orange Lantern, showing a simple aesthetic feature. For example, "this happened more than ten years ago" at the beginning of the article is a short narrative, which truthfully explains the length of the world in which it happened.
This opening leads to the full text to prepare for the following. Therefore, although the text is short, it plays a very important role in opening and closing the following text without any fetters.
In addition, such a straightforward story theme has no redundancy, concise content and cherishes ink as gold, achieving the effect of controlling complexity with simplicity.
Delicate and gentle writing is a typical performance of small orange lamp.
As mentioned in the article, after I entered the little girl's house, I chatted with her: I stood up to leave, and she took my hand, and at the same time quickly picked up the big needle for threading hemp thread and wound it around the small orange bowl like a small basket.
He supported it with a small bamboo pole, took a short wax head from the windowsill and lit it inside.
Pass it to me and say, "It's getting dark and the road is slippery. Let this little orange lamp shine on you up the hill! " "Take" means to hold it by hand, and it is decorated with "smart", which shows that the little girl has done a lot of housework at ordinary times, so she knows all the lighting tools at home.
Structurally, the small orange lamp is the clue that runs through the whole paper. The work relates the appearance of the little orange lamp, the feeling it gives me and my feeling about the little orange lamp to form a complete story to depict the characters and express the theme.
"I" is the character that runs through the works. Through "I", the past memories are linked with today, so that the environment and people can be integrated. And the point is that the discussion and lyricism of "I" plays an important role in portraying characters and expressing themes.
The lyric and discussion of "I" walking on the wet mountain road points out the symbolic significance of the little orange lamp; The lyric and discussion at the end showed the little girl's optimism and confidence. The symbolic meaning of the little orange lamp and the contrast between the surrounding environment and the little girl's heart are all expressed through what I have seen, heard and felt.
Five, the dream of New Year's Eve
Author:
Bing Xin, a modern writer
Original text:
I built a future world with a lively and brave daughter in my dream.
But the world was destroyed and we committed suicide.
As if from me and her bergamot, created a golden world in the future.
I didn't expect to create this world, and I never dared to think that she would create this world, but it's like
The Buddha actually created the future golden world from me and her hands!
The light of joy in my heart has just been lit, and the light is full of wonder-solemnity.
A gust of wind blew from Feng Gang, and all the sights vanished, and voices approached, as if there was no way out and no home.
I stood among many unsympathetic humans, looked at them and said, "Yes, it is."
We created the world, and we will never leave. We killed ourselves, okay? "
They just stood there smiling. Where is my companion? She sat there with her head down, and I
I wonder if she also has the determination to commit suicide.
Holding a cup of poisonous water in my hand, I went over and rubbed her shoulder and said, "Look-
What about you? "She smiled and nodded," Plato! I will follow you. " I lifted it.
Head, drink off,-chest slightly hot.
She suddenly stood up and looked at me, and I don't know where she got a bow.
Son ... Poor! This arrow is like a spring ... She has-my chest.
The weather is very hot.
Sob-in the struggle, the sound of the pendulum gradually becomes real, and the room is still vague.
Dark, outside the curtains, there seems to be a slight flame in the stove, and the edge of the window screen is faintly exposed.
The branches supported in the dark and slowly settled God.
Where did all this come from! Where is the future golden world? The spirit of creation lies in
Where is it? Where is the wrist of struggle and the courage of sacrifice?
Is the end of the struggle suicide?
Why don't you feel that you want to commit suicide when watching others commit suicide, but you cry?
Companion Although I don't know you, I will never forget your spirit of sacrifice!
Humans! Are you really unsympathetic? I really want to tear down everything that has been done.
Golden world?
It was the last night of 1920, and the sun reappeared at 192 1 year.
Early 2008.
Dream! It is better to achieve it in my hands and hers!
Companion Me and you, ready:
Create-struggle-sacrifice!
Appreciate:
A Dream on New Year's Eve is about Bing Xin and a lively and brave girl. In her dream, she established a future world, but the world was destroyed by a burst of Feng Gang, and those voices approached, as if she had nowhere to go and was homeless. In today's society, there is only disbelief and deception between people. Bing Xin has a lively and brave daughter in her dream.
It created a golden world in the future. Bing Xin never dared to think that she and herself would cause joyful lights in her heart. The light has been lit, full of wonderful things-solemn voices are approaching, there is no way out, and there are homeless and unsympathetic human beings.
Standing by laughing, watching them commit suicide helplessly, no one sympathized, and no one stopped Bing Xin from struggling to wake up from her dream. She felt extremely sad. Where is the golden world?
Where is the spirit of creation? Where is the wrist of struggle? Where is the courage to sacrifice? Is the end of the struggle suicide?
After reading these, I deeply feel that Bing Xin and her companions are not what they used to be, always ready to create-struggle-sacrifice! However, this human has long understood but can't do it, because now human beings are ruthless and selfish, but from this moment on, I understand and I have begun to work hard.
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