Have you all read some classic essays in our daily study, work and life? Prose is a free, flexible, short and pithy question, which expresses real people's feelings. Then the question comes, how can I finish an excellent composition? The following is my comment on Yu Guangzhong's prose. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.
After reading the prose, Mr. Yu recalled his mood when he wrote the poem "Homesickness". Time flies, as if in front of him. He said: "When I wrote homesickness, I used a child's perspective, a kind of innocence close to fairy tales. I think, as a poet, you should have broad sympathy. Unprotected and unsophisticated, a good poet should be naive all his life. Under this premise, all metaphors are possible. "
I am deeply touched by his words. In the year when I was admitted to the university and wanted to study in X, I was in the car, watching my parents running after the car through the hazy glass window, and my tears quietly came down. At that time, I really realized that I had never left home, and I was finally leaving today. I know I can still come back, but the feeling of leaving home is so deep, just like a heavy pendant tugging at my heart, unable to save myself and get rid of inexplicable sadness ... But Mr. Yu's homesickness is far above me, of course. At that time, he lived in X in the early 1970s and left Chinese mainland for 20 years, fearing that there was no hope of returning home in his lifetime. He is too scared, too afraid that he will not be able to return to his motherland or his hometown in his lifetime. However, he is so confused because he has no choice! Under such a feeling of infinite disappointment, he pinned his lovesickness and affection on stamps, boat tickets, graves and straits, because that is the only tool for him to contact his mother, bride and motherland, and the only place where he can pin his lovesickness! This reminds me of a poem, Li Chi Ngai's Operator, "I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day. When can I stop drinking Yangtze River water? I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and I won't miss you. " In this poem, the Yangtze River water is the only thing that connects the hero and heroine. Through the rolling waters of the Yangtze River, they found something to pin their love on. In the hearts of the hero and heroine, there are actually all kinds of helplessness, but they are so sincerely grateful for the Yangtze River water, which is the only thing that can bring each other closer! How heartbreaking, sorry for it, but at the same time have to follow the hero and heroine to thank and praise the Yangtze River water! Acacia doesn't hurt people, what hurts people is that there is nowhere to talk ... Reading Yu Guangzhong's Homesickness has a kind of heartache and heart-wrenching pain, at least for me. He wrote the vicissitudes of melancholy and loneliness with a childlike heart. If you have never left your hometown, then you will never understand that behind the clever words, there is actually a deep, deep leaf that cannot take root.
In my opinion, to appreciate words, we should not only appreciate its originality, but also pay attention to the feelings it brings. At first glance, Mr. Yu's poems make people admire that the "things" he chose are so neat and ingenious, but after a long aftertaste, he found that this cleverness concealed such profound loneliness and helplessness. However, this reminds me of the person who is more lonely and helpless, "this feeling is hard to send out." In contrast, Mr. Yu is lucky, because his lovesickness can still find something to entrust, and there are people who can miss him.
Reflections on Yu Guangzhong's Prose 2 When I got Mr. Yu Guangzhong's prose collection "Tianya Love to Travel", I secretly wondered: Is this prose collection useful to me as a kindergarten teacher? Although this book is a masterpiece, it seems to be of no use to me.
According to the agitation in my heart, I barely flipped through the book in my spare time, unconsciously turning from the first page to the next page and then to the next page. In a short time, I reached dozens of pages, which seemed to attract me who didn't like reading. In the family chapter of Mr. Yu Guangzhong's prose collection, I saw how Mr. Yu Guangzhong, as the father of four daughters, was afraid of the future destination of his daughters, so that he gave birth to four imaginary enemies. He said in the article: "My four imaginary enemies, whether tall or short, fat or thin, studying medicine or literature, will sooner or later show their true colors from the' fog' I am afraid of, and one by one will come forward or make a detour. But as a father, I'm afraid this is human nature, and Mr. Wang is by no means an enlightened father. For the future son-in-law, "it doesn't matter whether you save or not", "you can learn anything as long as you are proficient in Chinese" and "your daughter should pay attention to her appearance". In "Never Going Home", I felt the concern and concern of a pair of parents for their four daughters who were far away from home. I recalled the ever-changing children. With the help of the weather forecast on TV, I took their concern to a high latitude and focused on a strange and friendly city. Strange, because it is a cold zone. Kind, because that's where their children are. Unconsciously, I seem to have followed my husband's family to the firefly villa, and I saw a happy family enjoying the warmth of three generations' reunion under the same roof, enjoying comfort and leisure in the middle of a forest that is almost a hermit. Midsummer night fireflies and sometimes deer's "fairy tales" are very interesting. However, at night, I can always see Mr. Yu Guangzhong sitting under the desk lamp at night. The whole family was snoring upstairs, and the forest was silent. In Mr. Yu's words, only this pen in his hand is left to wake him up. From 19-year-old boy to now, he feels that only loneliness can keep him awake for a long time, but only when he is awake can he endure loneliness forever.
When I read this, I looked up and my neck was a little stiff. I have to feel that Mr. Yu Guangzhong's wonderful pen can attract people to explore the mystery, as if I were in it, and I admire Yu Xiansheng's profound skill. From time to time, it is supplemented by classical Chinese, slang, moderate westernization, and it is melted into alloy, but it is particularly kind and natural. At the same time, I have to be ashamed of my shallow knowledge. Some celebrities, famous sayings and sentences in this article are unheard of, even more stupid than the previous questions. At this moment, I am sure that this book is like my mentor and friend, with profound knowledge, direct contact with ancient and modern China and foreign countries, which broadens my horizons and enriches my experience, which urges me to aim at lifelong learning.
Comments on Yu Guangzhong's Prose 3 Listening to the Cold Rain is Yu Guangzhong's masterpiece of prose, just as Moonlight on the Lotus Pond is to Zhu Ziqing. When I first read Listening to Cold Rain, I couldn't help but be shocked: Can prose be written like this? If you read it carefully, you will put it down. Yu Guangzhong once joked: "Writing poems with your right hand and occasionally writing essays with your left hand is a by-product." But how many of these byproducts are second to none among contemporary prose writers? The poetic language full of jumping associations is the biggest feature of Listening to Cold Rain. The author used many overlapping sentences in the article. At the beginning of the article, I described the rain to my heart's content: sometimes it drips, sometimes it drips, and the sky is wet in ...................................................................................................................................... Then he jumped out of association and wrote: Even in my dream, I seem to be holding an umbrella. This sentence laid the "sad" tone for the whole article. Immediately, he boldly imagined that the whole history of China in China was just a black-and-white movie, and it was raining from beginning to end. At this time, I felt Yu Guangzhong's deep homesickness and patriotism. This article is like a long poem, full of amazing poetic images. The rainy time described by the author is a black-and-white film, a Song painting, a wet soul, a gentle gray beauty and so on. With extraordinary talent and imagination, the author turns homesickness into various images, which are integrated with the author's life experience and spiritual journey. It can be said that love and rain are intertwined. Yu Guangzhong described the vision, hearing, smell and other senses of rain in poetic language. Between the lines, the charm of ancient poetry can be seen everywhere, such as A Shepherd Boy Directs the Country, A drizzle in Jianmen and a light dust in Weicheng, and Apricot Flowers and Spring Rain in Jiangnan. Classical literature lovers always smile when they read this article. Readers who like modern styles will not be disappointed. For example, the phrase "rain is cold rain licking eager lips under wet music" makes many so-called modern poets feel ashamed. Language is the carrier of thought. How can you be a writer without music? Similarly, if you don't have profound thoughts, you can't be a writer. Yu Guangzhong perfectly integrated his thoughts into the language, as he himself said: an excellent essayist, when his thoughts and words meet, beauty is like salt sprinkled on a candle, which will emit sparks of seven colors. I often like to draw sentences when I am reading, but when I read Listening to Cold Rain, I can't pick up a sentence, because every sentence is so beautiful. Ling Ke, a literary sojourner, said that Listening to the Cold Rain is directly composed of words, sounds, light and shadow, which are dense and intertwined. This may help us to increase our confidence in the expressive force of China's writing and modern literature, and we should also admit that this is a new situation in the field of prose since the May 4th Movement. Comments are not flattering, but also profound and fair.
After reading Yu Guangzhong's prose, I had a close relationship with my father 20 years ago. I only remember the scene of my father sitting on his lap once, as if I heard the word "Prince Charming" in a TV series, climbed onto my father's lap and asked him what he meant. I don't remember his answer, it's probably "a boy that girls like" or something. He always gives me correct and true explanations.
When I was in junior high school, I was angry with my father for several days. Finally, it seems that he came to talk to me. I forget the reason, but now that I think about it, I have been so stubborn since I was a child. Think about how frustrated my father was at that time-the daughter who had been listening to his command had her own ideas and temper, which began with confrontation with him. Since then, I have never hugged him, sat on his lap, and kissed my father as generously as other daughters did. In fact, it is not the result of that contradiction, but also related to my own temperament. Maybe it has something to do with his genes. After all, I inherited him, too. Like him, I am a person with deeper and deeper feelings and never want to express it easily. So, for more than 20 years, my feelings with my father, like those lovers who are uncertain about each other, have been burning in my heart. Once we met, we were all very dull and comprehensive, and we didn't know how to make out.
So I once thought he was cold-blooded, because he seldom laughed, not only for children, but also for his wife. I don't even think he ever loved his mother. It was not until later that I heard her mother say some interesting things about her and her father that I realized that he had actually "flirted" with her mother, but when she turned to face us, her face changed again. Later, when I looked at the photos of my growing up, I was surprised to find that I had never laughed since I was a child. In those photos from kindergarten to primary school, I can recognize myself from my classmates at a glance, because only I am a "judge" face, which is extremely inconsistent with my age at that time. This has grown up and made progress. So, I know, like him, I can't smile on my face, all my emotions are in my heart, and I am in the same time and space.
After reading this article by Mr. Yu Guangzhong, I think he really wrote all about being a father. I pretend that this is my father's idea, but in fact it is his idea. He always cherishes me, doesn't want me to get married, and is worried that I have no home to return to. Now, for me, whether to marry or not is far less important than whether my father cares about me.