1. To get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump down and climb up. Father is a fat man, so it is naturally more troublesome to walk there.
2. The swallow has gone, and there is still time to come back; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; Peach blossoms have withered, but they will bloom again. But, smart you tell me, why are our days gone forever?
3. The coming days are like light smoke, dispersed by breeze and evaporated by Chu Yang, such as mist; What traces did I leave?
On the winding lotus pond, I am looking forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Among the layers of leaves, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some bloom shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the sky. 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 are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow.
6. That winter, my grandmother died and my father's errand was handed in. It never rains but it pours. I went from Beijing to Xuzhou, and I plan to go home with my father.
2. Appreciation of the fragments of Zhu Ziqing's prose collection "Hurry":-Zhu Ziqing's swallow has gone, and there is a time to come again; The willows are dead, when they are green again, the peach blossoms are dead, and when they bloom again.
But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? They escaped by themselves: where are they now? I don't know how many days they gave me; But my hands are getting empty. Counting silently, more than 8 thousand days slipped away from me quietly; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow.
I can't help bursting into tears. Go wherever you go, and come wherever you come; What's the hurry between going and coming? When I get up in the morning, two or three sunsets shoot into the hut.
Sun, he has feet! Move gently and quietly; I also follow the rotation blankly. So-when washing your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I was silent, I passed by my eyes.
I think he is in a hurry. When I reached out to cover my arm, he passed by the covered hand again. When I was lying in bed at dark, he passed me and flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be a new day.
I covered my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh.
What can I do in the days when I fly away, in the world of thousands of families? Only wandering, only running; In the rush of more than 8,000 days, what is left except wandering? The past days, like smoke, were scattered by the breeze, like fog, evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces did I leave? Did I leave traces like hairspring? I came into this world naked, and I will go back naked in the blink of an eye? But it can't be flat. Why did you come for nothing this time? You are very clever. Tell me, why are our days gone forever? Appreciation-Zhu Ziqing shows his inner world in various rhetorical ways, so that readers can clearly grasp the direction of his thoughts. At the beginning of the article, the author uses three parallel sentences to describe the spring scenery, that is, the swallows come again, the willows are greener, and the peach blossoms bloom again, in contrast to "the days are gone forever", which reminds people of the passage of time, causes thinking, points out problems, and puts forward the question of whether time is "stolen" or "escaped by itself" with lyrical rhetoric sentences, deeply feeling that time waits for no one.
Then, in the second and third paragraphs, after the previous question, another question was raised. The author compares the flow of time in his past life to a drop of water, compares the "flow of time" of nature to the sea, and compares smallness to vastness, expressing the sigh of hurting and cherishing time. In the rush of time, personification gives life to the sun, a symbol of time, saying that the sun moves quietly around it, crosses smartly and flies lightly, which makes it feel at a loss and uneasy.
He took advantage of the rush of the sun full of feelings, entrusted his surging feelings and deepened the theme. Finally, in the fourth paragraph, the author traces back the "gossamer trace" of his past life by asking questions, showing his serious thinking about the value of life and his persistent pursuit of life, and asks, "Why are our days gone forever?" Repeatedly echoing the beginning, showing anxiety.
On the one hand, the author gives full play to his wonderful imagination, on the other hand, he makes full use of various rhetorical methods, especially eleven questions that run through the whole article as clues to emotional development, shows infinite thoughts through limited images, and uses ingenious ideas to make the feelings that have been "majestic and lingering in the heart" at the beginning of the article become extremely "layered and tortuous" (short poems and long poems). The author depicts the pictures of swallows gone, willows withered and peach blossoms withered.
From this, the author reminds himself that more than 8,000 days in 24 years have disappeared like "a drop of water in the sea", "I can't help but shed tears". The author further describes in detail the moments of eating, washing hands, sleeping and even sighing in daily life. Time flies, and his past days disappear like "smoke" blown away by the breeze and "fog" evaporated by Chuyang.
The author deeply feels that since he "came to this world", he can't "walk this time for nothing" and reveal the theme in an orderly way. Undoubtedly, Zhu Ziqing's thought of cherishing the inch of gold coincides with the ancient poem "Young people don't work hard, but old people are sad" and the motto "An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of money can't buy an inch of time". And Zhu Ziqing's description of places that people ignore will surprise you even in ordinary life (Shan Ye Collection).
3. Zhu Ziqing's prose is a collection of good words, good sentences and good words: melancholy, messy, sad, stumbling, appropriate, crystal clear, decadent, hesitant, trivial and tearful.
Good sentence: 1 Among the layers of leaves, there are some white flowers dotted sporadically, some are blooming gracefully (ni m 4 o, nu ó), and some are patting the flowers 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.
2. Thin blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. 3.4. Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom has withered, but it has blossomed again. But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? They escaped by themselves: where are they now?
Follow-up: Can I have some more? Answer: I will help you extract a little from each article. Title: Wenzhou trace is a good word: sparse and long, slightly messy, pure, soft, gentle and delicate, setting off enchanting red and lingering traces. The full moon is hazy, charming and moist, and the wind is close at hand. A good sentence: "hook bend" hangs two ears, blue and purple; The silk thread is a little messy, if it is slightly dragged in the breeze. There is a full moon on the right side of the paper, and a faint green light is sprinkled all over the paper; The purity, softness and tranquility of the moon are like the face of a sleeping beauty. Extending diagonally to the right from the upper end of the curtain is a tangled begonia flower. The flowers and leaves are scattered and scattered up and down, with five clusters of * * *; Whether it's loose or dense, it's exquisite. The leaves are green, as if they can pinch water; Hidden in the moonlight, there is a slight difference between shallow and deep. Flowers are in full bloom, red and flowing; The yellow stamens are vivid and sparkling. I feel particularly charming against the bushes. The branches move obliquely, like a girl's arm. Yo! Is the hazy moon lonely? Is it a lonely bird? However, how can I bear it? Song: Good words: ecstasy, dripping, greasy, sweet, soft, tired, gorgeous and silent. A good sentence: you see, it's all in the song. I listen with my ears, eyes, nose, tongue and body; I also sang with my heart. I was finally attacked by a kind of health paralysis, so I have it for this song. From then on, only one person sang the song. Listen, there are only songs in the world. Light rain secretly washed away their dirt, and their sweet and soft luster glowed. Under the washed flash, I can see quiet red, cold purple, and white and green hiding in the sun with a wry smile. Qinhuai River in the shadow of a lamp: Good word: Gold powder of the Qing Dynasty, quite pleasing to the eye, soft and greasy, with bright lights and flickering music all night. A good word: at first glance, the sparse forest and the faint moon are lingering. There, dense and gloomy, seems to be endless darkness: almost unbelievable, it is the bustling Qinhuai River. However, the dim lights in the river, the vertical and horizontal painting boats, the melodious flute rhyme and the squeak of the huqin finally let us know the Qinhuai River, which is as green as old wine. As soon as the light is on, the darkness becomes heavy: the hazy water surface is like a dream; Occasionally flashing light, that is, the eyes in a dream, loses people under the lightning, only feels like ants and doesn't think about them. This is the last dream; Unfortunately, it is the shortest dream! Darkness came before us again and again, and we saw the dim and swaying lights on the empty boat on the shore. Our dream woke up and we knew we were going ashore; Our hearts are full of disillusionment. "The Man in White-God's Pet": A good word: Mo Sheng's heart of humiliating his son hits the nail on the head, and makes a clean break: I always think that children should belong to this world, not a country, a town and a family. Therefore, I can't tolerate children in China calling westerners "foreign devils". But this teenage white child is trapped in two stereotypes of race and country. He has learned to use the advantages of race and the strength of the country to attack me. This attack is actually a small shadow of many attacks, and his face is printed with a diplomatic history of China. He came to Shanghai for a few days, or for a long time, and his father, parents, husband, father, even the same country, the same species trampled on the pride of the people of China; And his reading materials added fuel to the fire, making China useless, so as to gain his prestige. His calmness, his silence, his arbitrariness and his never looking back are all manifestations of strength, and they are all manifestations of the strength of the strong. Never be a mother-in-law, never stick together, hit the nail on the head and make a clean break. That's why white people are white people. I am really a contradictory person. Anyway, the most important thing for us is to look at ourselves and the children! He is also God's beloved son; This, like the princes of past dynasties, has no seeds!
4. Appreciation of Zhu Ziqing's famous prose sentences "Spring" and "Spring" are looking forward to it, looking forward to it, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching.
Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed.
The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees.
Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in full bloom, and you won't let me or I won't let you. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow.
Flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, the tree seemed to be covered with peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around.
Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, still flashing. "Blowing your face is not cold, willow trees become a shade", yes, like a mother's hand touching you.
The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends proudly showed off his crisp voice and sang melodious songs, which set each other off in harmony with the light wind and flowing water.
The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time. Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days.
Don't be annoyed, you see, it is like cow hair, like a needle, like a filament, densely woven into a diagonal, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to stare at your eyes.
At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people are walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing wrinkled clothes and wrinkled hats.
Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain. There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground.
Every family in urban and rural areas, old and young, came out one by one. Relax your muscles, cheer up and do your duty.
"A year's plan lies in spring" has just begun, and there is plenty of time and hope. Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile. Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and legs, leading us forward.
In a hurry, the swallow has gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom has withered, but it has blossomed again. But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? They escaped by themselves: where are they now? I don't know how many days they gave me; But my hands are getting empty.
Counting silently, more than 8 thousand days slipped away from me quietly; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help bursting into tears.
Go wherever you go, and come wherever you come; What's the hurry between going and coming? When I get up in the morning, two or three sunsets shoot into the hut. The sun has feet, and it has moved gently and quietly; I also follow the rotation blankly.
So-when washing your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I was silent, I passed by my eyes. I think he is in a hurry. When I reached out to cover my arm, he passed by the covered hand again. When I was lying in bed at dark, he passed me and flew away from my feet.
When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be a new day. I covered my face and sighed.
But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh. What can I do in the days when I fly away, in the world of thousands of families? Only wandering, only running; In the rush of more than 8,000 days, what is left except wandering? The past days, like smoke, were scattered by the breeze, like fog, evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces did I leave? Did I leave traces like hairspring? I came into this world naked, and I will go back naked in the blink of an eye? But it can't be flat. Why did you come for nothing this time? You are very clever. Tell me, why are our days gone forever? I haven't seen my father for more than two years. What I can't forget most is his back.
That winter, my grandmother died and my father was relieved of his job. This is a day when it never rains but it pours. I want to go back to my hometown in Xuzhou with my father from Beijing.
I went to Xuzhou to see my father, saw the messy things in the yard, and thought of my grandmother. I can't help crying. Father said, "Well, don't be sad, but God never shuts one door but he opens another!" " "I went home to sell pawns, and my father lost money; Borrowing money for the funeral again.
The situation at home these days is very bleak, partly for the funeral and partly for my father's leisure. After the funeral, my father will go to Nanjing to work, and I will go back to Beijing to study. Let's go together.
In Nanjing, a friend made an appointment to go sightseeing and stayed for one day. The next morning, I will cross the river to Pukou and get on the bus in the afternoon. Because my father is busy, he has decided not to send it, and found a familiar waiter in the hotel to accompany him.
He repeatedly told the waiter to be very careful. But he finally worried that the waiter was not suitable; I hesitated for a moment.
In fact, I was twenty years old that year, and I have traveled to and from Beijing two or three times, so it doesn't matter. He hesitated for a while and finally decided to take me personally.
I advised him not to go; He just said, "Never mind, they can't walk well!" We crossed the river and entered the station. I bought a ticket and he was busy looking after the luggage.
There is too much luggage, so you have to tip the porter to go. He is busy bargaining with them again.
I was really smart at that time, and I always thought he was going to interrupt myself because he didn't speak well, but he finally settled the price; Walk me to the car. He chose a chair near the door for me; I paved the seat with the purple coat he made for me.
He told me to be careful on the road, to be alert at night and not to catch a cold. And let the waiter take good care of me.
I laughed at his pedantry in my mind; They only know money, they just ask for it! Can't people my age take care of themselves? Well, now that I think about it, it really is.
5. Good sentences and paragraphs in Zhu Ziqing's Prose Collection > Good words: Xiao Xiao hesitates in his later years, and melancholy and trivial misfortune never rains but pours. Walking around, breaking my heart. Wonderful sentence: That winter, grandma died and dad's errand was handed in. It never rains but it pours I went from Beijing to Xuzhou, and I plan to go home with my father.
I went to Xuzhou to see my father, saw the messy things in the yard, and thought of my grandmother. I can't help crying. Father said, "Well, don't be sad, but God never shuts one door but he opens another!" " "To get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump down and climb up again.
Father is a fat man, so it is naturally more troublesome to walk there. It was not difficult to see him limping to the railway and leaning down slowly, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe.
Above the winding lotus pond are the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt.
Among the layers of leaves, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some bloom shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the sky. 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 are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks.
Below the leaves is the running water of the veins, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind. 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. Moonlight shines through the bushes, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves.
The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played in the Vatican. The lotus pond is far and near on all sides, high and low are trees, and willow is 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 the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows 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. Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom has withered, but it has blossomed again.
But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Compound sentence is used to describe the time when swallows return, willows turn green and peach blossoms bloom again. In the spring scenery depicted, it shows that the rise and fall of nature is the trace of time flying. "Why are our days gone forever?" Seemingly inquiring, it actually expresses the author's helplessness over the passage of time and his deep memory of the past days.
2. The past days are like light smoke, blown away by the breeze and evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces did I leave? The author has made a high summary of the passage of more than 8,000 days, which makes the image of time passing in a hurry become "smoke" and "fog", with unique metaphor and novel association. The faint smoke and fog are "blown away" and "evaporated" in an instant, and the days are so fleeting.
The author feels the passage of time wholeheartedly. 3. Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow.
The author compares his past 8,000 days to a drop of water on the tip of a needle, and compares the flow of time to the vast sea. How short the days seem, they disappear so quickly and without a trace.
It shows the author's very helpless sadness. 4. When washing your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I was silent, I passed by my eyes.
The author has made a high summary of the passage of more than 8,000 days, which makes the image of time passing in a hurry become "smoke" and "fog", with unique metaphor and novel association. The faint smoke and fog are "blown away" and "evaporated" in an instant, and the days are so fleeting.
The author feels the passage of time wholeheartedly. Spring rain is the most common, lasting for three or two days.
Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof.
The leaves are bright green. The grass is too green to see your eyes clearly.
At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing wrinkled clothes and wrinkled hats.
Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain. Above the lotus pond, the moonlight twists and turns, and I look forward to the leaves in the field.
The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Among the layers of leaves, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some are in bud. 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 are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
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6. Excerpts and comments from Zhu Ziqing's prose collection "Kites fly with the wind, soar in the blue sky and rise in a warm spring day". The blue sky holds the figure of a kite, and it also reflects a tender and slightly stubborn smiling face. The students cheered and hugged each other. The kite flew, the kite flew, and the joyful cheers floated in the spring sky.
For a long time, I walked around the campus. At this time, we not only flew kites, but also flew dreams and hopes. The students vowed in unison to fly to distant places like kites to pursue the future and realize their dreams when they grow up. At this time, the teacher said to us earnestly, "Students, you will fly like kites, no matter how high or how far you fly."
As time flies, we all leave our hometown when we grow up and run around the city every day. However, the prosperity and neon flashing in the city can't hide our yearning and attachment to our hometown. No matter how many flowers bloom and how many things change, we are like kites flying in our hometown, but our roots are in our hometown and our feelings are there. Those lost days are full of happiness and happiness, and happiness is in our memories. In April, the spring is deep and beautiful, and the spring scenery in full of green is beautiful, reflecting the smiling face of Zhang Tiantian, a park visitor. Kites over the park are gradually increasing and colorful. This beautiful scenery, like blooming flowers, adds charming colors to spring, but it also leaves deep feelings for itself. No matter how charming the kites in the city are, they are the most beautiful in my heart.
7. Ask Zhu Ziqing to choose a good sentence to extract comments ~ I suggest you write "hurry" 1. Hurriedly: the swallow has gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom has withered, but it has blossomed again.
But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? They escaped by themselves: where are they now? Good sentences: the past days are like light smoke, blown away by the breeze and evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces did I leave? Did I leave traces like hairspring? I came into this world naked, and I will go back naked in the blink of an eye? But it can't be flat. Why did you come for nothing this time? Good word: naked resignation comments: Cherishing time is an enduring topic of ancient literati. The author's article is different from others. Starting with the description of the scenery, it is written that the natural laws of natural scenery such as swallows, willows and peach blossoms lead to the topic of time: "Where is time hidden?" "。 Then, the author does not discuss the importance of time from a big perspective, but writes the characteristics of time passing and staying up late from the details of life.
Writing here, the author recalls the past days without leaving a trace and laments that time is gone forever. One last question: "Why are the days gone forever?" Taking care of the last article is thought-provoking and memorable.
A good paragraph of "On Yourself": Look far, get by, and hold steady; I am a member of the world era, and it is really good not to miss the festival. How weak the power is, it is your own.
Believe in yourself, rely on yourself, do your best at any time and place, and make your life interesting, every minute is interesting. Then, self-love and self-pity really make sense.
Good sentence: 1 That's it, my own small, my own big, my own small to big. It's all about yourself.
Some are good, some are small, and some are as bad as good. Shut yourself in your own little world, the more you like it, the more uncomfortable it is.
The good news is: I am an individual, a tiny carbohydrate. However, it is thousands of such selves that make up a colorful world.
Zhu Ziqing discussed the universal behavior of self-pity and self-love in his article. People should have self-pity and self-love.
I remember a book that said: My own heart hurts. It also reveals this.
Although we have many relatives and friends who take care of each other, they will never leave you. Self-pity and self-love become necessary at this moment. Another essence of self-pity and self-love is to be kind to yourself and live every day well.
Life is so short that the days are gone forever. It is better to live a happy, positive and full life than to live a sad life. In short, one day is certain, which depends on your own attitude towards life.
As the author said, "Every moment, every minute and every second is interesting." We should all establish this attitude towards life.
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