Bing Xin's Spring in a Day
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At the end of last winter, I wrote to a distant friend, saying that I would try my best to swallow the spring in Beiping this year.
This year, the spring in Beiping came very late. I didn't know where I was. I looked up and saw the green leaves in the yellow dust turning cloudy and catkins flying around, only to know that spring had not appeared yet through the thick yellow dust sand curtain and had quietly led to the distance.
What happens in the world is this-
Last winter was particularly cold and long. Every night, a person sits under the lamp, listening to the north wind whistling in front of the window, and the small building vibrates, feeling that there is no warmth in my heart. In the past winter, all happiness, liveliness, strength and life seemed to be frozen in the depths of every cell. I comforted myself bored and said, "Wait, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?"
However, the procession of strong wind, heavy snow and winter seems to be not over. One day, I saw the ice on the lake become soft, and my heart suddenly cheered up and said, "Spring is coming!" " "That night, the north wind rolled up the yellow sand all over the sky again, slapped my window angrily and blew away the spring in my heart. One day, I saw the tops of willow trees turn yellow. In the afternoon, there was no cold rain At dusk, I put on my winter clothes again.
Ninety days have passed-I don't believe in spring!
Several friends said, "Go to the Academy to see apricot flowers." Although I didn't get the news of spring in my heart, I followed everyone. When I arrived at Guanjialing, there were hundreds of apricot branches on my dusty face. At first glance, there were many flowers. Turning to Dagong, there are still a few red apricots in full bloom in the sunny valley, but the power of blooming is exhausted, not the mode of dense mangroves and alternating stamens.
I thought, "If spring goes, go!" The home center is also very calm, which is three points of mourning and seven points of hatred. In a word, I don't believe in spring.
On the afternoon of April 30th, a friend asked me to visit Haitang in Wu Jia Garden in Guajiatun. "I like the mysterious weather"-in retrospect, it was the only spring in the 1990s-and Haitang is my favorite, and I readily agree.
Dongpo hates begonia without fragrance, but I think, if it is not fragrant, I would rather have no fragrance. I planted several lilacs and pearl plums in my yard, Hosta in summer and Chrysanthemum in autumn, and I regretted it after planting. Because these flowers give me a headache, I can't fold them up and put them indoors Therefore, among fragrant flowers, I only love orchids, sweet-scented osmanthus, bean curd and roses, and among tasteless flowers, I like Haitang best.
Begonia is light red, red is "happy but not obscene", white is "sad but not hurt", surrounded by green leaves all over the tree. It is moderately slim, like a naive, fit and happy girl, and it is also the creator's most proud work.
In the sunset, I sat in front of those trees and flowers.
Spring is just around the corner
These four begonia are in front of Huaixin Temple, and the two in the north are larger, about five or six feet higher than the eaves of the temple. Behind the flowers, there is a clear blue sky and a faint semi-circle moon overlooking the treetops. On these four trees, there are thousands of delicate and delicate flowers of Qian Qian, crowded in the branches. ...
Have you ever seen kindergarten after school? Squeeze out a large group of dazzling happiness, liveliness, strength and life from the small door; This large group of jumps and surges are scattered around the greatness, creating an eternal spring in the season of life!
I felt the same way at that time in the spring when I worked hard on the branches of begonia.
The hatred of spring in the past has now disappeared. Looking up with joy, you can see brilliant spring, extravagant spring, bright spring-as if spring has lingered countless times and stopped a hundred times in the past 90 days, just to be here today!
Seeing that the time was just right, he politely declined to invite his master back. This spring, I swallowed a mouthful of fragrance! After three or four days, another friend came to ask me out, and I refused. It's always too late to look for spring everywhere this year. I know that if I had gone there, it would have been "an ocean of sadness". When spring comes, there is no need to stir the ocean of sadness.
Although there is only one spring in 90 days, it seems that spring has been rewarded and there is no more resentment. Just satisfied, I still feel a little sorry, just like children looking for each other after fighting. Everyone can't help but make it up, but they won't make it up at once. They just turned their backs, bowed their heads and pursed their lips and said, "I knew you had come to coax me into looking for me again. Why did you leave me there in the first place?"
Appreciation: Spring in a Day is a famous essay by Bing Xin. This article was written in 1936. About two months before writing this article, Bing Xin was either ill or full of chores. Such an idea inevitably makes the author long for the arrival of natural spring and the arrival of the spring of the motherland. However, I waited for spring, but I didn't come. Many times when spring appears, it is dispersed by cold wind and rain. Looking for spring everywhere, only to find that spring is long gone. This situation will inevitably make the author suffer. However, spring seems to be intentional. The author waited for 90 days, and finally waited for the splendid, luxurious, glamorous and charming scene of spring, so that the author enjoyed the happiness, liveliness, strength and life brought by "one-day spring". Here, the author expresses the author's expectation of cherishing, loving and looking forward to the arrival of spring with the expression of wanting to promote and restraining first. Let us truly feel the author's attachment to spring and career. In addition, this essay has clear thinking, fluent language, sincere feelings and philosophical rhyme, and is a rare and beautiful article.
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The rain died down and the light came in from behind the curtains. Open the window.
Look! The clouds are gone, and the residual water droplets on the leaves reflect the moon, like the fluorescence of a thousand points.
Blinking and moving. -I didn't expect such a picture after the bitter rain.
Meitu!
Standing in front of the window for a while, I felt a little cold. Turn around, and suddenly,
Dazzled, everything else in the room is hidden in the light cloud; Only a faint light.
An angel immersed in a painting on the wall. -angels in white, holding flowers, Yang.
Spread your wings and smiled at me slightly.
"This smile seems to have been seen somewhere. When will I ... "
I unconsciously sat under the window, thinking quietly.
The closed heart curtain slowly opened, pouring out an impression of five years ago.
A long ancient road. The mud under the donkey's feet is slippery. The water in the ditch,
It is gurgling. The green trees near the village are all caged in wet smoke. Bowed crescent moon, hanging
In the treetops. Walking, there seems to be a child on the side of the road, holding a bunch of Bai Dong.
West side. The donkey passed by with no intention of turning back. -He is holding flowers and barefoot.
Smile at me, son.
"This smile seems to have been seen somewhere!" I still want to-silently.
I really want to.
A gravitational curtain appeared again, slowly opened and gushed out a decade ago.
Impression. -the rain under the eaves falls on Mao's clothes drop by drop. terrace edge
Blisters, floating around. The straw and grape trellis in front of the door are all new.
Yellow and tender green are very nice. It cleared up after a while and soon went downhill.
Let's go When I saw the moon rising from the sea, it suddenly occurred to me that I had forgotten something.
Stop, turn around. The old woman in the hut leaned against the door.
Flowers, smile at me slightly.
This equally subtle expression, like a hairspring, flutters and closes.
Wan is together.
At this time, it is refreshing and peaceful, such as going to the celestial world and returning to my hometown. Three in front of my eyes
A smile, suddenly melting, can't be seen clearly in the harmony of love.
The rain died down and the light came in from behind the curtains. Open the window and have a look, ah! The clouds are gone, and the residual water droplets on the leaves reflect the moon, flashing and moving like a thousand fluorescent spots. -I didn't expect that a person will have such a beautiful picture when it rains! Standing in front of the window for a while, I felt a little cold. When I turned around, I was dazzled, and everything else in the room was hidden in the light cloud; The faint light is only immersed in the angels in the paintings on the wall. -angels in white, holding flowers, holding wings, smiled at me. "This smile seems to be seen there. When will I-"I sat under the window and thought quietly. The closed heart curtain slowly opened, pouring out the impression of five years ago-a long ancient road. The mud under the donkey's feet is slippery. The water in the ditch gurgled. The green trees near the village are all caged in wet smoke, and the arched crescent moon hangs on the treetops. Walking, there seems to be a child on the side of the road, holding a pile of white things. The donkey entered the deficit and inadvertently looked back. He smiled at me barefoot with flowers in his arms. "This smile seems to have been seen there again!" I still want to-silently. There is another curtain of gravity, which slowly opens, pouring out an impression of ten years ago-the rain under the eaves of Mao dripping on the clothes. The blisters on the edge of the earth steps are turning. The wheat ridges and grape racks in front of the door are very bright yellow. -After a while, it finally cleared up and went downhill quickly. I saw the moon coming head-on from the sea, and suddenly remembered that I had forgotten something, stopped and turned around. The old woman in this small room-leaning against the door, holding flowers, smiled at me slightly. This equally subtle expression, like a hairspring, flutters and gathers together. At this time, it is refreshing and peaceful, such as going to the celestial world and returning to my hometown. San Xiao, who appeared in front of me, suddenly melted and couldn't see clearly in the harmony of love.
Bing Xin belongs to the first batch of modern writers emerging in the May 4th New Literature Movement, and is an important writer in the literature research society. She is one of the most successful modern female writers in China. Her works mainly praise maternal love and children, which also shows her unique aesthetic taste. Laughter, which was innovated in 192 1 year, was published in the No.1 1 issue of Novel Monthly, and it is Bing Xin's famous work.
Shen Congwen has this comment on Bing Xin's works: "For the little things in life, a case is like a maternal love. When it flows out of the pen, although the style is different, careful readers can get the same impression, that is, all works give a soft smile to the' world'. "
From this "laughter", it is not difficult to see that Bing Xin stepped onto the May 4th new literary world with a "soft smile". There are three shadows of laughter: the angel's smile in the painting, the child's smile seen in a field path five years ago, and the old woman's smile seen in front of a small house by the sea ten years ago. All three smiling shadows are accompanied by flowers, beautiful and gentle, kind and kind. Through these three smiles, the author realized the beauty of the world. And when the three smiling shadows "fluttered" in the author's fantastic imagination, she conveyed the call for "love" and "beauty" to us.
The smile described by the author is based on love and beauty. She brought us the feeling of "love" and introduced us to the realm of "beauty". With her love and yearning for "beauty", she created a unique artistic realm.
The author described a "smile", and we seemed to see the author's own smile between the lines. At the same time of writing, Bing Xin once said: "No matter whether it is a novel or a short story, or a few prefaces or dozens of crosses, reading it from beginning to end can make an unknown author emerge in front of readers, and his talent, temperament and outlook on life can be vividly inferred." Bing Xin realized the display of his expected personality. Even if you only read this 800-word "Laughter", you can appreciate the author's pure and gentle heart.
The words in laughter are beautiful, elegant and ethereal. At the beginning of creation, Bing Xin showed a unique language style. She has profound attainments in classical literature, and her prose language not only gives full play to the natural and fluent advantages of vernacular Chinese, but also has the charm of classical Chinese.