But I don't know if I'm not interested in poetry. I think her prose has a longer aftertaste. It is a trivial and leisurely life, without decadence or sadness. It is a poetic life and a realistic poem. Here, she is a bystander involved. Pay attention and participate in it. This calm woman never instills a sarcastic attitude and deadly sobriety into her readers. Xi Murong prefers to keep a lovely drunkenness, deliberately blurring the details in life, deburring and removing flaws, and only preserving beauty. Even though it is inevitable that there are regrettable stories, they are all calm in her works, and at most they are just a wisp of sadness, only sadness. Sometimes it's a record of affection, sometimes it's a description of first love, sometimes it's a tour experience ... even, sometimes it's just dazzling flowers and plants, pulling out a long list of emotional thinking, shining with dazzling light in the escaping words.
Xi Murong is not only a writer, but also a painter. He studied at the Royal Academy of Art in Brussels and received a class training. I haven't seen her paintings, but I can infer what kind of brushwork she has between the lines. Very soft, casual, feminine and not gorgeous, it is a kind of elegant watercolor. I still remember that in her story about Miss Fan Hu, she described Miss Fan Hu, who met her in the university when she was studying in Brussels. Miss Fan Hu is old and haggard, and is ignored by female students. But once, she heard the love story of Miss Fan Hu: Miss Fan Hu, who was young and beautiful at that time, fell in love with a boy, but the boy slept in the snow forest leading to her home forever on the day of engagement to see her. The end of the article is written like this:
"... if put on the screen, the final shot should be a white forest. The heroine's lonely back is getting farther and farther away, beautiful long hair floats in the wind, sad music clings to the audience's heart, and the subtitles at the end of the play slowly rise from below. The heroine went straight ahead and never came back ... but the ending I saw, forty years later, was completely different. Although this ending is true, it is hard to appreciate: an eccentric white-haired old woman is walking in a noisy and narrow market, with only one bed in the bare room. "
In an instant, the passage of time has inadvertently filled our hearts. The story told by Xi Murong will always be the precipitation of time that anyone may have experienced or heard of.
At the beginning of this semester, after Fan Wener finished reading Home under the Maple Tree, I added a new "friend" and "Home under the Maple Tree" to my bookshelf. What attracted me was not only the cover full of ink, but also Xi Murong's concise and elegant language.
Savoring her books and chewing her delicate words, I gradually fell in love with this woman writer. It seems that she can always realize something from some ordinary trivial things in life, and then vividly show it to us with her beautiful words, which always makes us shine at the moment and realize the true meaning of life.
In "Home under the Maple Tree", I was deeply impressed by the article "The Taste of Life". The article wrote, "Let me know that the whole human life is like an artistic creation that has been pondering. It started before me and will not stop or end after me, but my arrival and my existence are indispensable points in this long thinking process, and every effort I make will leave a mark. " Although this passage is short, it contains the most important point in life. Yes, don't regret what you have done. Because you have unconsciously wasted your life and time in regret and trouble. If you are working hard for your dream, please don't give up. You must remember that every effort you make will leave a mark. Every effort you make will be rewarded and reflected in your final result. Please always keep an optimistic and positive attitude in your life journey and enjoy the wonderful taste of life calmly.
After reading the whole book, the article "Love Whispering" also occupies an irreplaceable position in my heart. The gorgeous sentences in the article show our parents' love for us one by one, which is displayed in front of our eyes and even branded in our hearts. My mother used to love roses as a girl, but since she had children, it meant danger. Because its thorns will hurt children. My mother used to love running, but since I had a child with very small and weak feet, my mother had to walk slowly. The former mother was afraid of all terrible things, but when she had children, she had to overcome everything and protect them. Mom has given up too much for us, and nothing we can do can compare with her love for us. Only with our love can we repay our mother.
Open "Home under the Maple Tree" as if you can learn about Xi Murong and life. Open your home under the maple tree and let the true meaning of life fly into your mind.
I just want to go back to this environment that is so familiar and kind to me and stay in a group of people who are very similar to myself, so that I can live with peace of mind and love and be loved. I saw this sentence before I opened the book, and I couldn't help being surprised. In this era of luxury and glitz, everyone yearns for a frenzied life, but the author chooses to stay and live with peace of mind.
In this book, there is a mother's love for her children; There is endless friendship between friends; There are tourists who can't say how grateful they are to vendors; Passers-by have infinite yearning for beautiful scenery; And the world's unique view of life, but all this can not be separated from a word of love. When writing this book, the author must have felt it from the heart. Whenever you read this book, it will contain you without reservation. It feels like a seed sprouting unconsciously, taking root and sprouting, growing branches and leaves, and finally becoming a tall and straight tree. The author, like an elder, tells you with her experience what to give up painstakingly and what to cherish. No preaching, no persuasion, just gently explain to you, every time you turn over the book, you will find that your heart is stronger.
Life is really only a few decades. In these decades, misunderstanding, war, sadness, illness and separation are inevitable. But the author tells me in this book how unforgettable these seemingly painful things are after many years, so try to slow down our pace and enjoy the scenery on the long road of life, whether it is bright or not.
I finally understand the meaning of that sentence on the cover, which is just the farthest dream of a drifter and the dream of all kinds of people in the whole society. But who can think of a quiet life? This city is too busy and noisy. The author said that when she wrote this book, she was not in a hurry to catch up with the progress, and she enjoyed the rare complete freedom when writing. She just wants to draw her innermost feelings, and she just wants to carefully sort out the most cherished parts of her life, that's all.
After reading this book, it is like the twilight of the dawn, the light of the morning. As you can imagine, the light ring of the sun is getting bigger and bigger until it spreads to all corners of the world. That light shines all over the body, but it is not hot, but warm and moving from the heart.
I want the simplest life, the most distant dream, even if it's freezing tomorrow, the road is long and Xiu Yuan is Xi.
This is the first time I bought a book by instinct, no matter the origin, content or word of mouth. I just took a look and bought it at the end of 20xx.
Because the home under the maple tree makes me feel warm.
Reading Mr. Xi Murong's book dates back a long time. I always feel that the writing is delicate, fresh and sunny, calm and true. Everything seems dull, but it always makes people realize the meaning of life.
I think this is the slowest book I read, because it is a fragment of life, reading stops, and with the mood at the moment, when I miss it, it is always around.
I don't like its writing style very much because it always looks like my own handwriting. The lines between the lines seem trivial, but in fact they are full of affection and ambiguity. Always leave room for others to guess, not intentionally, but without personal experience, I don't understand the feelings, that's all.
I liked maple leaves very much when I was a child, but I didn't understand them then. I often call it maple. I still remember the leaves I picked up in Xiangshan that year, which have been preserved for a long time. That was the first time I saw maple leaves. The dazzling red looks warm, sweet and happy. If you can really live in a house with maple trees in the yard, it must be a happy day. Later, I learned that the difference between maple and maple is that its leaves are opposite and fall slowly, so the whole plant is red and extremely beautiful.
I used to like reading this book when I was upset, and I used this book to make up for my eagerness to see the results. By comparing the author's real situation, I told myself that everything would be fine, and what should come will come, so I waited patiently. When I am unhappy, I will read a short passage silently, then close my eyes and imagine that it really exists under the beautiful maple tree and belongs to my home. However, expectations are often empty, and the picture is not as warm as the real temperature at that moment, so,
I gradually understand, gradually disappointed. I don't want any results, what I long for is a stable, plain and warm, rooted and fruitful, prosperous and decadent. Not as good as a duckweed in the sun, but it always has no intention to interact with the wind.
Read the model essay "Home under the Maple Tree" 5. Turn to the title page of Xi Murong's Home under the Maple Tree. The fine print on it says it was bought at the end of 20xx. I was still in college at that time, and it took me a while to get bored when I bought it. At that time, I just thought her writing was very delicate, which made people feel that my heart suddenly became very quiet. When I look at it now, I am already 30 years old. I have married and had children, and I have my own family, only to find that the ordinary life is actually rich in beauty and endless.
Through her writing, you will find that she is good at discovering many beautiful things around her. Maybe you and I both live like her, go out for a walk, cook and have fun with our families. But have you been overwhelmed by the triviality of daily life and neglected beauty? From her world, you will feel her love for relatives, friends and life.
One summer morning, she was awakened by the singing of birds. Dozens of birds gathered on the maple tree outside the window to make a sound. The voice is very thin and charming, and you can hear their joy and joy. The children began to sing, right under the maple tree outside the window. Carefully distinguish, some children sit on the low wall, some lie prone on the tree, and they giggle from time to time, that kind of simple happiness. In his article, Xi Murong compared the crisp and mellow laughter of children to the dew on the lotus leaf. As soon as the wind blows, it slides around, round and crystal clear, and refuses to be quiet.
In the article, the husband told the children to keep their voices down. She took this ordinary care of ordinary people as a glass of wine and savored it. She wrote: In fact, at this time, I am completely awake, but I really want to pretend to lie quietly in bed and enjoy the care he has given me. Her paintings are always so warm, pure, quiet and moving. Plain life can be so wonderful and beautiful.
Weeds on the hillside, lonely trees, passers-by in a hurry, naughty children, these unremarkable things, she can notice, see their innate excellent quality. The trivial things she describes can always touch people's heartstrings and let you discover the beautiful side of the world together. Compared with those magnificent masterpieces, Xi Murong's works are like a trickle. It brings you reverie and sweetness.
She said: before the flowers, I am a contented person, and there is not a flower I don't know how to thank. She filtered out the triviality of life and only let the longest beauty freeze life. She restored the true colors of her life.
If you are tired of trivial things in daily life, you might as well read her books, relax, experience life more and cherish what you have.
After reading Home under the Acer Tree, Xi Murong described a warm and happy family in the article Home under the Acer Tree, which made people envy.
One summer morning, she was awakened by the singing of birds. Dozens of birds gathered on the maple tree outside the window to make a sound. The voice is very thin and charming, and you can hear their joy and joy.
The children began to sing, right under the maple tree outside the window. Carefully distinguish, some children sit on the low wall, some lie prone on the tree, and they giggle from time to time, that kind of simple happiness. In his article, Xi Murong compared the children's crisp and mellow laughter to "like dew on a lotus leaf, which slides around when the wind blows, round and bright, and refuses to be quiet ..."
Comparing the invisible voice to the visible colored dew, she can capture the feeling of this moment in time, which shows Xi Murong's delicate brushwork and keen feeling.
She said: "It turns out that there is abundant beauty in ordinary life, which is inexhaustible." Her heart is often full of emotions.
After reading "Home under the Acer Tree" written by Xi Murong, I can't help thinking of the tall and straight Toona sinensis tree in my yard.
In spring, soft leaves grow out, and tender purple leaves turn pale green after unfolding. In summer, the whole shade is cast, and when the wind blows, it will dry faster and cooler. ...
In autumn, leaves gradually fall and spread on the ground, like red and yellow butterflies waiting to fly. I picked up three or five pieces from the pages with infinite pity, wrote the year, month and day, and then treasured them. What I want to express is that this leaf is different from other leaves in any year, and it belongs to my unique memory! However, the following autumn, when I was cleaning the fallen leaves, I would unconsciously recite "quite critical" and "time is like water" ...
In winter, all the leaves fall, leaving only bare branches, which reminds me: "Leaves are not heartless things, but turn into spring mud to protect flowers!" " "
Years are unintentional, and fallen leaves are affectionate. I would like to turn myself into a leaf, cherish spring, cherish life, enjoy the sunshine and dew given by nature, enjoy the warmth and care given by my family, grow leisurely and orderly, and let the lush branches and leaves shelter my family from the wind and rain.
Comments on "Home under the Maple Tree" 7 Xi Murong is one of my favorite female writers. Xi Murong's writing is sensitive and delicate. It is not so much a painter's prose as a poet's. Her prose, with words like water and strokes like boats, leads us into beautiful waters step by step.
My favorite article belongs to a spring afternoon. "After parting, you can get a feeling that you can't get together. So why not face this fate with a smile? " Life has been sad since ancient times. Playmates who grew up together have been friends of classmates for six years. When parting is inevitable, endless sadness makes people heartache. It was Xi Murong's article that taught me how to face my parting bravely. There are gains and losses. Looking at things, life and the world from another angle will yield a lot. Remember, loss is to get better, parting is to meet again. Everything in the world, like a coin, has a positive side and a negative side. We need to keep a positive and optimistic attitude, and life will be different.
What impressed me the most was "Heart Dialogue". "There are always some things in the world that we can never explain or explain clearly. We must accept our smallness and powerlessness. " Remember the exam at the beginning of junior high school. I am full of confidence and can't face unacceptable grades. So, I have a new understanding of fate. In the face of fate, we must admit our smallness and powerlessness. There are some things that you can't describe accurately. Perhaps, after it is really accurate, the original beauty will disappear. The beauty of everything in the world lies in its unpredictability. As long as I work hard and try my best, I will bravely accept my fate.
In "On the Train in the South", I like the sentence inside best: "Under all the pain and joy, life will still pass quietly and never return." A person's life is like riding a train. It is fast and slow, but it is always moving forward. No matter happy or painful, if you miss it, you will miss it. The train can't turn back, life can't start again, and the beautiful scenery can only be remembered in my heart. Believe it, there will be more beautiful scenery at a station.
Reading "Home under the Maple Tree" is like an old friend explaining it to you, which makes you feel grateful and adds a lot of life experience.
After reading Home under the Maple Tree, I finished reading Home under the Maple Tree by Xi Murong.
This is not her collection of poems, but a collection of essays. Just like the title of the book, many articles in the book involve
Her home and family. This gives me a more comprehensive understanding of this poetess.
She is good at drawing.
1966 graduated with the first place from the Royal Academy of Art in Brussels, Belgium, and won many gold medals. In painting, Xi Murong has strong ambitions. How much effort she has made, we can find the answer from the article "Long Waiting".
She can't make cakes.
"I'm in a hurry to send lunch to my daughter in elementary school. There is a hot lunch in the small red canvas bag, and a kettle, fruit and some biscuits are also put in it. " In a daydream
"My efforts to give my daughter happiness in childhood ended in the disaster of a kitchen full of batter, eggshells full of trash cans and' art treasures' full of refrigerators, just like the ending in my poem: after the leaves fall, there must be something I have to give up." In the article Liu Zhajiang Noodles, Xi Murong wrote about making cakes for children in humorous and self-deprecating language. Although it ended in failure, we understood the love for children.
She wants to sing, but she is afraid to sing.
I think my voice is not bad, but because my sister studies vocal music and she has a beautiful voice, our other children have developed the habit of singing in a low voice at home since childhood, and occasionally get carried away and sing a few words loudly. My mother will ask from next door, "What's the matter?" Do you have a toothache again? "We can only keep quiet. Talking about dreams
She is an artist who wants to write love poems all her life.
She said, "When I was 30, someone asked me,' You can't write love poems until you are 50.' Now I am over 60 years old. I want to say that not only girls have feelings, but also the elderly. I'm still writing love poems, and I'm still writing love. I miss my old love. Why can't I miss love in my sixties? "Now more than 70 years old, Xi Murong is still writing love poems.
Her husband Liu Haibei died in 20xx. In Xi Murong's new poetry collection, there are many poems written for her late husband. She said, "For me, love, like time, can only be regretted forever. I may regret my love when I was young, but now I regret my 40-year marriage. Why don't I love this person more and cherish this person more? Later, I learned that what I missed was not only my youth, but my only and all life. "
On New Year's Day, my daughter brought home Xi Murong's prose collection "Home under the Maple Tree".
I once read Xi Murong's poems in my youth and adolescence, and I was touched and sad beyond words, faint and gentle. After reading her prose collection for the first time and stepping into the triple role of life (being a woman, a wife and a mother), the bits and pieces in her life seem ordinary but very touching, and they are simple but profound to read. A story, an idea and an epiphany make people realize an ordinary but not poor life.
Perhaps in this materialistic society, few people can settle down to study, let alone read prose. Reading prose can cultivate temperament, which is not only a literary journey, but also a spiritual enjoyment.
Hold the book in your hand and your heart will beat with the words. These romantic and beautiful words will cause ripples in your heart! Recalling the past, so many warm and precious memories bloom in my heart bit by bit, like the surface of the lake of memory, which often ripples beautifully because of a few casual stones. Sleeping with a book on my pillow at night feels like the free flight of my soul.
I also want to purify the bits and pieces of my life into faint words, draw the feelings hidden in my heart and preserve this part of my life that I cherish very much. When you are lonely, you can go back to an environment that is so familiar and kind to yourself, stay in a group that is very similar to yourself, savor it carefully, and read books at home under the precious maple tree, and feel hidden. Then live with peace of mind, love and be loved with peace of mind.
It seems that ten or twenty years have passed, and in this complicated world, my mood and my experience have been changing. Those who have traces of youth and adult memories like simplicity, simplicity, flowers and trees, and all romantic things in nature ... which are gradually lost with repeated changes.
Twenty years later, with my home under the maple tree, I found that everything jumped into my mind clearly, and the traces before actually always existed, not fade away.
It turns out that some things really exist all the time and will not change with the flow of time. It turns out that this simple and beautiful mood has always been there and has never changed. Even if the real life is trivial and complicated, I always like to seek peace of mind and pure joy from the beauty of nature!
10 After reading Home under the Maple Tree, Xi Murong described a warm and happy family in the article Home under the Maple Tree, which made people envious. One summer morning, she was awakened by the singing of birds. Dozens of birds gathered on the maple tree outside the window to make a sound. The voice is very thin and charming, and you can hear their joy and joy. The children began to sing, right under the maple tree outside the window. Carefully distinguish, some children sit on the low wall, some lie prone on the tree, and they giggle from time to time, that kind of simple happiness. In his article, Xi Murong compared the crisp and mellow laughter of children to the dew on the lotus leaf. As soon as the wind blows, it slides around, round and crystal clear, and refuses to be quiet.
Xi Murong said: I am used to waiting, so I can't help but stand back to the original point of waiting in reincarnation. I don't know how long it will take to see the answer; I don't know, so how long do I have to wait for the result? Miss, very light, that's because I can't see the result of miss. Perhaps, missing doesn't need results, it just proves that someone once existed in my heart. Can you give me a proof that it once existed? This is, is the origin of our acquaintance, here, I fell in love with her, this is a long river in the poem. But after reading Home under the Maple Tree, I found that her prose has more charm.
At home under the maple tree in Xi Murong, there are trees planted by her own hands, thin grass, and a little girl with short hair and round face who used to laugh at the lake. What I see is the happiness and peace she has accumulated along the way in her life. She told others without reservation that life might be better this way. The home under the maple tree is not only a house, but also a harbor for the soul to settle down. After reading this book, it is like clusters of tiny flames, without burning, only warm and moving.
In this book, I saw the pain of parting, the trouble of growing up, and the reality backfired. Indeed, I have encountered these problems, and I know I will encounter more and more in the future, but in this book, Xi Murong tells me in her way of facing problems: There is nothing to be afraid of, this is what everyone has to face, and we can try to figure out our own perfection in an imperfect life.
Who wouldn't complain? Just as life is full of competition and pressure, it is an exaggeration to say that it is in dire straits. In the face of endless test papers, I always hope that the school printer is broken, and in the face of endless words, I always hope that I can spend 28 hours. But Xi Murong told me in this book that these seemingly painful things can always find a trace of sweetness in retrospect after many years. There are too many moments worth staying in life, and going to this moment is where you should stay. If you don't live a hard life and work hard at this time, this road of life will be less scenic and less sunny.