In my backyard, you can see two trees outside the wall, one is jujube, and the other is jujube.
The night sky overhead is strange and high. I have never seen such a strange and high sky in my life. He seems to be leaving this world, so that people will never see his back again. But now it's blue, shining with dozens of stars' eyes and cold. He laughed off his quarrel as if he thought it was meaningful and sprinkled countless frost on the wild flowers and plants in my garden.
I don't know what the real names of those flowers and plants are and what people call them. I remember a little pink flower. It is still in full bloom, but it is smaller. In the cold air at night, she timidly dreamed of the arrival of spring and autumn. She dreamed that the thin poet wiped tears on the last petal and told her that although autumn came, winter came and then spring came. Hu Die flies around, and bees are singing the songs of spring. She went on laughing, and though her face was red with cold, she still winced.
Jujube trees, they just lost all their leaves. In the past, one or two children came to beat the dates left by others, but now none of them are left, even the leaves have fallen off. He knows that after the autumn, there must be spring. He also knows that the dream of falling leaves is to go to Qiu Lai in spring. He lost almost all the leaves, leaving only qianzi. However, he took off the arc when the tree was full of fruits and lush foliage, and he was very comfortable. However, some branches are still low, protecting the skin injury he got from the tip of jujube, while the straightest and longest branches have been stabbing the strange and high sky silently like the subway, making the sky shine. Stabbed the full moon in the sky, making the moon pale with embarrassment.
The sky with ghost eyes is getting more and more blue, which is disturbing, as if to leave this world, avoid jujube trees and leave only the moon. However, the moon also sneaked to the east. And qianzi, who has nothing, is still silently stabbing the strange and high sky like a subway, bent on killing him, regardless of his various eyes.
Wow, a bad bird that swims at night flies by.
I suddenly heard laughter in the middle of the night and ate all over the floor. I don't seem to want to disturb the sleeping people, but the air around me should smile. In the middle of the night, there is no one else. I immediately recognized the voice in my mouth, and I was immediately driven away by laughter and returned to my room. The ribbon of the lamp was immediately turned over by me.
The rear window glass clanged, and many small flying insects bumped around. Soon after, a few came in, probably from a hole in the enough paper. I bumped into the glass lampshade as soon as I came in. One crashed into it from above, so I met a fire. I thought the fire was real. Two or three of them leaned against the paper cover of the lamp and gasped. The cover was just changed last night. It is made of snow-white paper, folded with wavy lines and painted with a scarlet gardenia in one corner.
When the scarlet gardenia is in full bloom, the jujube tree will dream of a pink flower, which will bend into an arc luxuriantly ... I heard the laughter in the middle of the night again; I quickly stopped thinking and looked at the little caterpillar wrapped in white paper, with a big head and a small tail, like a sunflower seed, only half a grain of wheat, and the color of the whole body was lovely and pitiful.
I yawned, lit a cigarette, exhaled smoke, and silently paid tribute to these green and exquisite heroes in front of the lamp.
1September, 924 15.
Appreciate:
This is an essay with profound meaning and unique artistic conception. It uses symbolism to express emotion through scenery and ambition through things, and endows itself with the spirit of fighting against the dark forces and persevering in difficulties. Its ideological and artistic combination is perfect. Here, only the art itself-its cold and profound artistic conception, its deep and strong confused and persistent state of mind, and the image of a lonely seeker are briefly analyzed.
The first is its unique artistic conception, cold and profound. The sky is extremely high, the cold stars are reflected, countless frosts are sprinkled on wild flowers and plants, and bad birds wander at night ... All these constitute a cold autumn night that seems to be of great significance. The author is a master of creating artistic conception and rendering atmosphere. The scenery he chose for this characteristic autumn night was cold, quiet and solemn. Most of them are static, and they are often suddenly mixed with completely different dynamics. For example, after a series of static descriptions, the pen suddenly turned: "Wow, a nocturnal bird flew by." So I received the effect of "Tonamiyama is more secluded". And that kind of solemn, cold and profound artistic conception is highlighted.
Secondly, the complex mood of loneliness and tragic, hesitation and persistence, self-discipline and lack of sobriety runs through the article. The successful expression of this artistic conception benefits from the use of symbolism, the lyricism of scenery, the expression of material ambition and the atmosphere of material conveying the artistic conception of the subject. In this paper, all the leaves have been stripped off, such as the small pink flowers that "stab into the sky silently like the subway", the small pink flowers that know that "there must be spring after autumn", the fallen leaves that dream that "there must be autumn after spring", the evil birds that swim at night, the midnight laughter, and the small caterpillar that "wears lovely and pitiful colors" are all infiltrating the writer's feelings silently. This strong feeling and desire, combined with the cold, lofty and deep autumn night, set each other off and became interesting, resulting in a plump, multifaceted and three-dimensional aesthetic effect of compound beauty.
Then, the image of the lyric hero, the lonely seeker, is established, which is one of the reasons why the article feels strong. The whole article is a landscape, in fact, the mentality of the lyric hero can be seen everywhere. This is because all the scenery is expressed through my vision, hearing and feeling. Moreover, "I" is mostly in static thinking, confused and rarely moves, but the image is clearly visible. There are only two places that directly describe my activities. One is that "I" heard laughter in the middle of the night and went back to my room. "The light band was immediately turned up by me." The second is the ending paragraph. These two concise words clearly outline a meditation on weak light. The image of a lonely and sad seeker clearly shows the soul that has been silently guiding the full text. The article is also more vivid and easier for readers to understand.