Li Hanrong's language is fresh and lively, full of tension. For example, "I recite' two orioles sing green willows ...', and Brother Huai's leaves are whispering in the wind. As expected, Brother Huai has two orioles on his head, which shows that he is really chanting. Birds can understand the words of trees best. When orioles hear trees calling their names, they fly. "Reading is like being there, as if you can really hear the whispers of trees and birds. For another example, "in the wind, he spread out the green leaves one by one and put every word written in his hand in front of my eyes for me to repeat." "I seem to really see a tall and straight tree leaning down and carefully caring for the child's thoughts, sincere and gentle. In his works, we can fully feel the infinite poetic charm of Chinese.
The following is the article:
When I was a child, the locust tree in front of my hometown was still small, not much taller than me. I regard it as my brother.
He is a head taller than me, so I think he should be one year or even two years older than me. He is more sensible than me, more stubborn than me, more considerate than me, and naturally cares about me. So I have a good brother who is two years older than me.
When I got up in the morning, I ran to the locust tree first, stood up straight, and compared with my good brothers to see who grew faster. Naturally, I can't compare with him. Two days later, he was half a lattice taller than me. But I don't envy him. His brother should be taller than his brother. As for the locust tree, I'm not as smug as I am. He stood quietly in front of me and said, don't worry, there are seedlings that don't grow long.
When I came home from school, I hung my schoolbag on a thick branch of the locust tree. At that time, the schoolbag was not heavy. There are two or three textbooks and some exercise books in it. Originally, I couldn't let him recite it, but I thought this way: I am younger than him, I go to school, and Brother Huai can't go to school. He carried a schoolbag on his back and became a pupil. My brother should be more educated than me. But I'm worried about brother Huai's tender shoulders. I'm afraid he will be crushed and his height will be affected. I will let him carry his schoolbag for a while every day, just like walking on the way to school. Then I took it off and leaned against his roots. I let Brother Huai get close to the culture in the schoolbag.
When I was studying under a tree, Brother Huai listened quietly and didn't make any noise. He knew the truth of tranquility and far-reaching better than those students in the class. I believe Brother Huai will recite my articles and poems. I recited "boundless grass on the grassland ...", while my brother meditated, my body moved and grew up in "separation" according to the rhythm of the poem; I recited "Two orioles singing green willows ...", while my brother Huai's leaves were whispering in the wind. Sure enough, two orioles appeared on Brother Huai's head, indicating that he was really chanting. Birds can understand the words of trees best. When the orioles heard the trees calling their names, they flew in. I read Chairman Mao's teaching "study hard and make progress every day", and Brother Huai really grew up, much taller than me. I read it in my mouth every day, but Brother Huai keeps it in my heart and shows it in my body.
When writing a composition, you must be around Brother Huai to write it quickly and well. Brother Huai's silence soon calmed me down. I like brother Huai's silence. In silence, we should have a broad mind. I also like brother Huai's simplicity. He is so green and fresh. There are at most a few birds chirping, but he is good-looking and reads well. Isn't this a good article? When I sit under a tree, I always have a lot of thoughts, and sometimes my thoughts are not smooth. I just turned around the tree a few times, as if around the center of truth, goodness and beauty, around the center of poetry, turning and turning, from the mountains above to the bottom.
I can never remember mathematical formulas. Brother Huai is much better than me in this respect. I recited it once, and he remembered it, and immediately applied it and calculated it. He is proficient in addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. In spring, he added many green buds and birds to a green bud, and added many green buds and birds in a row, and a fragrant Sophora japonica flower, a sky bluer than his mother's blue headscarf, and he got the spring summer; In summer, he multiplies green leaves by green leaves, then by the stars at night, and then by the dew in the morning-that is his calculation bead, even if it is a rich summer; In autumn, he subtracts some leaves bit by bit, and the butterflies around him and the geese passing overhead are also subtracted bit by bit, so that the autumn will gradually thicken, and the result will soon come out-frost, come out; The division in winter is what he is best at. He reduced the complexity and simplified it. He divided it into three times and five times. He pointed to several planetesimals in the distance, pointed to the empty heights, and the "business" that could be understood at a glance came out-the snow covered the earth. ...
I'm growing up, and Brother Huai is growing taller. Our friendship is also deepening. I often speak my mind to Brother Huai. He always listens to me patiently and never interrupts me or interrupts me casually. Sometimes, when he understands my heart and feels he must say something to me, his words are always so sincere and gentle. In the wind, he spread out the green leaves one by one and put every word written in his hand in front of my eyes for me to read again and again. What I see in his language is always bright, green, gentle and fragrant from the bottom of my heart.
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Later, I went out and left Brother Huai behind.
Decades later, I returned to my hometown. Brother Huai is still alive Brother Huai, who is two years older than me, has grown into a towering tree and looks a little old. He is not like my brother, but like my grandfather. Facing him, I can only look up, like looking up at the great ancestors.
My younger brother Huai didn't speak, but simply stood where he had been standing. I think Brother Huai turned this land into a fragrant magnetic field.
I looked up at my brother. What I look up to is not only a tree, but also the purest part of my life. Fortunately, Brother Huai left me the purest and most priceless part of my life. A tree cherishes the memory of my youth and has been holding it up in the sapphire sky.
I am looking up, an old man, and now I look back at my early myths and the purest part of my life.
He looked up for a long time. ...
PS: 1，
① Sophora japonica: deciduous tree with pinnately compound leaves, pale yellow flowers and cylindrical pods.
(2) Jealousy (jí) and Jealousy (dù): Jealousy, resentment towards people who are better than themselves in talent, reputation, status or situation.
3 get carried away: people who describe shallowness are too happy to control themselves. Here, the locust tree is described as gaining power but not being proud, and it is praised for its connotation but not publicity.
4 Spring of Si Wen: The idea of writing an article is like a rushing spring, continuous and crystal clear.
⑤ Simplification: Delete redundant words or content to make it concise. This paper describes the behavior of Robinia pseudoacacia to save itself by throwing away all unnecessary branches and leaves in winter, leaving only the trunk and main branches.
PS:2
Li Hanrong's Writing View
Li Hanrong advocated returning to the essence of life and breathing with mountains, rivers, nature and everything. He said: "Every time I write, I always open the window and look at the hazy distant mountains outside the window for a while. If there are birds, my poem will have a crisp and vivid beginning; " If I write at night, I will first look up at the starry sky overhead and listen to the silent waves of the Milky Way. The infinite darkness and light of the universe flooded into my heart, and I quietly breathed the vast breath from the infinite. Then, I began to tell, tell my heart, tell the crowd, tell the time and everything. Language is activated by the passion in the heart and the vastness of the universe, and language walks and flies. Only at this moment can language have moving expressions and intonations. In this way, my heart goes far and deep on the Yuan Ye of language. At this time, I feel that everything and the universe are involved in the movement of language. "Generally speaking, the most important key to interpret Li Hanrong's thoughts and feelings is his love for life, understanding of nature and strong humanistic spirit.
In addition, Li Hanrong's works are good at imagination, which makes the scenery vivid and aura flying, and also makes the writing vivid, such as flowing water, stirring beautiful waves from time to time; The childlike innocence revealed in the text and the passion and thoughts flowing between the lines are the spiritual sources of Li Hanrong's works that impress and infect readers.
PS3
Trees always keep their natural colors, but we humans can still have a pure spirit and keep natural behavior when we are young. But as we get older, we accept more and more secular assimilation. In the so-called maturity and success, I gradually abandoned the original innocence and beauty and became a social person instead of a natural person. So in the article, I sent out the feeling that "we humans are far from so beautiful"
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