1. Xishui
A transparent stream is as clear as a mother's eyes.
In spring, your eyes are gorgeous;
In summer, your eyes are thick green;
In autumn, your eyes are clear;
In winter, you are tired-close your eyes and stop singing.
You breathe in the clouds in the blue sky, the sunset glow at dusk and the stars in the night sky; And left me as a child.
Oh! The rustling sugarcane forest and sweet wind by this stream once blew my childhood dream! I am lying beside you, leaning on my mother's chest, feeling very happy. ...
You are an ancient song in our life-
You see the procession riding donkeys coming, and some suona play funeral music;
You saw several burly men carrying heavy wooden coffins and sending the old man up the hillside;
You heard it too: the unicycle at the foot of the mountain crunched on the barren land. ...
Without you, who will leave us with natural colors;
Who will record the joys and sorrows of the mountain people for us?
Transparent stream, you gave me a pair of eyes that can distinguish colors.
When I am by your side and find myself a teenager, I want to go far.
Send me out of the mountain like you raised my mother!
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At the beginning of the article, the stream is regarded as "mother's eyes", and then the colors revealed in "eyes" in spring, summer, autumn and winter are written. This is not only a song for Xiaoxi, but also a song for my mother, because this brook once left my childhood figure and let me enjoy the happiness like a mother's love: she remembered everything that happened in the ravine, remembered the "joys and sorrows of the mountain people" and sent away the "I" raised. Xiaoxi is a song, mother is a song, and the article itself is also a sad lyric folk song. Xiaoxi, my mother. Mom, it's like this stream. Mom. You watched me grow up and took good care of me. I miss being with you. I feel maternal love! Please forgive me for being naughty when I was a child, and forgive me for being ignorant when I was a child! Let me make up for all this now. I love you, my mother!
2. Keep a quiet heart.
Life is an endless sea, and man is a boat on the sea. The sea is never calm, so people always have happiness and sadness. When nameless troubles hit, frustration and hesitation burned every nerve. But, my friend, don't forget to keep a quiet heart, and there will be no more pain.
In front of everyone, there is a road to a distant place, rugged but full of hope. Not everyone can go very far, because there are always people who give up halfway because they don't empty the sand in their shoes. Therefore, what dominates people's feelings is not happiness and pain itself, but mood.
When the troubles of life strike, please leave your baggage behind, look up at the bright blue sky and let the gentle blue shine into your heart. Just like when I was tired of playing as a child, I found a green and soft grass to lie down, let the sun fall on my face, and let the breeze blow my heart without wrinkles.
When surrounded by layers of setbacks, please open the window, let the refreshing fresh air in, and find a little peace in the fragrant and sweet earthy breath, just like when you were a child, you picked up dandelion whiskers, puffed up your cheeks, blew open umbrellas after umbrellas, closed your eyes in surprise and made a wish. In this way, there is more comfort and joy in my heart.
When the helpless melancholy comes, please open your eyes, watch the sunset and listen to the insects singing and birds singing. Just like when I was a child, I listened to the crickets in the yard and looked up and counted the twinkling stars in the sky. In this way, all the annoying noises gradually fade away, and what you have is a quiet heart.
Keep a quiet heart, and you will sincerely sigh: even if I am not happy enough, don't frown. Life is too short, why should I study hard?
Keep a quiet heart, and you will understand that broadness can dilute sadness and tranquility can dispel confusion. Yes, no one knows how far it is, but open the window of the soul and let the happy sunshine and moonlight flood in, and a quiet heart will have an eternal happy song.
Keep a quiet heart, and you can constantly surpass and challenge yourself. Even if the distance is an eternal place, something will be born-a miracle.
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The world is flashy and people are impetuous. Many people bump around like headless flies in this material world, and it is difficult to keep a quiet heart. Because people are restless, they have more troubles and less happiness; Many partners, few friends; There are more people sitting alone in the dead lamp and fewer people walking around; There are more people who are lazy and decadent, and fewer people who are active and enterprising ... "Indifferent and pure, quiet and far-reaching", how "quiet and far-reaching". Yes, only with peace can we have an open mind, have the courage to challenge and reach the peak of success. Let your heart calm down, you will become more beautiful and meaningful, you will become more mature and stable, you will become attached to happiness and shake hands with success. Keep a quiet heart and keep the whole world.
What pervades the whole summer is a tense, warm and urgent melody. As if a pot of cold water on the stove was bubbling gradually until it finally boiled, the fine sandy grass on the hillside gradually grew into thick hair, and the faint blue smoke on the forest belt also condensed into a long black wall. It is rare to see butterflies dancing, but it annoys cicadas. There is a long sound between the submerged leaves. The fiery red sun is baking a golden land, the wheat waves are rolling, beating the distant mountains, and the clouds in the sky are beating the cars on the highway, like waves rushing to the ships. Gold dominates everything in the world, and hot air floats across the fields, blowing ripe wheat fragrance. After half a year's savings, the spirit of spring has become a majestic trend, rolling in the fields and rising between heaven and earth. Summer has arrived. The color of summer is golden. From the perspective of painting, this makes sense. 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. Between summer and spring and autumn, the naturally neutral yellow jujube has been harvested, and the hope is not exhausted. This is a peak season of connecting the past with the future and alternating life. You see, wheat has just been cut, cotton seedlings with seven or eight green leaves in the field, sorghum corn with megaphones in the air, and melon seedlings crawling on the ground all show great vitality in generate. 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.
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This article is only a few hundred words, but it is a rare masterpiece in contemporary prose. The article begins with three metaphors of "a pot of cold water", "thick hair" and "a long wall with dark colors", which seems clumsy, but vividly reproduces the characteristics of "all summer", "fine grass in the sand" and "faint green smoke" and outlines the macro picture 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 it is by no means boring; The long-lasting sound over the treetops reflects the lightness of the summer scenery, sets off an atmosphere of "cicadas are quiet in the forest" and shows the richness and massiness 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.
4. Prison Green
This happened last summer.
I live in an apartment in Beiping. I occupy a small room less than ten feet high, with a wet brick floor, paper walls and ceilings, two wooden lattice windows and ingenious paper shutters, which are rare in the south.
The window faces east. Summer in the north will come soon. At about five o'clock in the morning, the sun shone into my hut, and the room was full of terrible light. It didn't leave until half past eleven, which made people feel hot. There are still several vacant rooms in this apartment. Originally, I was free to choose, but I finally chose this room facing east. For a small reason, I went with joy and satisfaction.
On the south wall of this room, there is a small round window about one foot in diameter. The window is round, but a hexagonal glass is embedded, and the lower left corner is broken, leaving a big hole where hands can be inserted and extended at will. Ivy grows outside the round window. When the sunlight penetrated into my room through its dense branches and leaves, there was a green shadow. I chose this room because I was glad of this green shadow. When the guys in the apartment took me to this room with my suitcase, I caught a glimpse of the green shadow and felt a kind of joy, so I decided without hesitation, which surprised everyone in the apartment.
How precious green is! This is life, this is hope, this is comfort and this is happiness. I miss green, which makes my heart so anxious. I like to see the water is white, and I like to see the grass is green. I'm tired of gloomy city skies and desert plains. I miss green, just like a dried-up fish waiting for rain! I am anxious to choose my mood, even if it is green, it is regarded as a treasure. When I settled down in this small room, I moved the small table under the round window to face the wall and the small window. Although the door was always open, no one bothered me, because I was lonely and strange in this ancient city. But I don't feel lonely. I forgot the sleepy journey and many unpleasant memories of the past. I looked at this small round hole and the green leaves talked to me. I know the silent language of nature just as it knows my language.
I sat by the window happily. It took a month and two months, and I miss this piece of green. I began to understand the joy of crossing the desert to see the oasis, and I began to understand the joy of sailing adventurers to see the stems and leaves of flowers floating on the sea. People grow in nature, and green is the color of nature.
I watch the growth of ivy outside the window every day. See how it stretches its soft tendrils and clings to the rope or dead branches that guide it; See how it unfolds its folded leaves, turning green and getting old. I carefully looked at its slender veins and buds, with the feeling of encouraging seedlings, hoping that it would grow fast and green. When it rains, I like its pattering sound and dancing.
Suddenly a selfish idea touched me. I reached out from the broken window and brought two soft strips with rich mud into my room, telling them to stretch on my book case, which made me closer to Green. I use green to decorate my humble room and my depressed mood. I want to use green to compare lush love and happiness, and I want to use green to compare gloomy years. I imprisoned this green like a bird and asked it to sing silently for me.
The green branches hang in front of my box. It is still stretching, still climbing, still growing in Xu Xia, and growing faster than outside. I seem to have found a kind of "happiness of life", which is more than any kind of happiness. A long time ago, I lived in a thatched cottage in the country. The ground is newly paved. The unwashed grass roots grew green buds under my bed, and mushrooms grew in the corner. I can't bear to cut them off. Later, a friend talked and laughed and helped me pull up these weeds. I feel sorry in my heart, but I blame him for much.
But every morning when I get up to see this imprisoned "green friend", its tip always points out of the window. Even a thin leaf and a tendril are in the original direction. What a tenacious plant! It doesn't understand my caress and my kindness to it. I am unhappy with this plant that always grows towards the sun, because it hurts my self-esteem. But I tied it and still let that weak branch hang in front of my case.
It gradually lost its green color and became soft green and light yellow; The branches become thin and thin, like a sick child. I gradually can't forgive my mistakes and lock the plants under the sky into the darkroom; I gradually feel sorry for those damaged branches and leaves. Although I am angry at its stubbornness and lack of intimacy, I will not let it go. Magical ideas grow in my heart.
I was going to go back to the south at the end of July. I counted my own return date and the day when this "green prisoner" was released from prison. When I left, it was time for it to be free again.
The Lugouqiao Incident happened. I'm afraid my friends will push me back to the south. I have to change my plan; In mid-July, the old capital was busy and couldn't stay any longer. The train has been broken for several days, so we should pay attention to the news of driving every day. Finally arrived one morning. When I left, I released the prisoner who never gave in to the darkness. I put the thin yellow branches and leaves back to their original positions, and I extend my sincere wishes to them, wishing them lush.
It's been a year since I left Beiping. I miss my round window and my green friends. One day, when I meet them, will they look strange?
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Taking an ivy as a clue, the author painted infinite feelings and sang a green song of life. Green is the aesthetic psychological demand given by nature to human beings, giving people a symbol of peace and tranquility and the power to stimulate vitality.
5. Moonlight in the lotus pond
Zhu ziqing
I'm very upset these days. Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond passing by every day, here it is.
There must be something else under the full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; My wife is patting Leap (1) in the room, humming a sleep song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door.
Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. Around the lotus pond, there are many trees, flourishing and lush. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.
I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I like excitement and tranquility; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance.
On the winding lotus pond, the leaves of Tian Tian ④ are watching ③. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. White flowers are scattered among the leaves, some bloom gracefully (ni m 4 o, nu ó) (5), and some bloom shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves were originally close side by side, so (6) there were obvious ripple marks. Below the leaves is the running water of pulse (mǐ)(7), which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind (8).
Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. The moonlight shone through the bushes, and the high bushes dropped mottled shadows as if they were ghosts. The curved willow (10) has a sparse beautiful image as if it were painted on a lotus leaf. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; Light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played by Van Gogh Ling (1 1).
Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of tree color (12) is cloudy and looks like a cloud of smoke at first glance; But the abundance of willow (13) can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.
I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from this poem. Lotus pickers are teenagers. They went by boat, singing colorful songs (14). Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers. It was a lively season and also a romantic season (15). Emperor Liang Yuan (16) put it well in Fu on Picking Lotus:
So Yuan (yuán), female, was drawn in her mind (17); The snipe (y √) first (18) Xu Hui, and also passed the feather cup; Yi (zhào)( 19) hangs the algae, and the ship sails flat. Erqi slim waist bundle element, Yan Gubu; At the end of spring in long summer, the leaves are tender and the flowers are early, so people are afraid of touching the petticoats and leaning on the boat, so they gather their weight (jū)(20).
It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now.
Then I remembered the sentence in Song of Xizhou (2 1):
Lotus is picked in autumn in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake.
If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan. -think like this, suddenly look up and feel that it is already your own door; Gently pushed the door in, there was no sound, and my wife had slept for a long time.
Zhu Ziqing 1927 was born in Tsinghua Campus in July.
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The language in this article is simple and elegant, accurate, vivid and poetic.
The language of Zhu Ziqing's prose has always been simple and beautiful. He strives for "truth", "truth is nature" (on realism and picturesque) and "returning to simplicity" (modern poetry), and thinks that "excessive decoration leads to a gloomy truth" is not desirable. He doesn't use beautiful, old and uncommon words to carve and describe things, but expresses various emotions in an understatement. However, it is not simple, but a clever, dexterous, agile and ingenious combination. It is often based on the feeling of sudden trigger, coupled with rich imagination, things flash by and bring readers into a picturesque realm.