Tall willows stand by the river bank, and the fertile land is wet, empty and open, as if to escape from the cage of swans. At this time, the ice skin began to melt, sparkling, scaly layers, and the bottom was crystal clear, like a newly opened mirror, cold light coming out of the box.
The mountains are washed by fine snow, beautiful as wiping, beautiful as the face of money, and the hair is swept at first. Wicker will be comfortable, soft-pointed cloak.
The wheat field is very shallow. Although there are not many tourists, donkeys who drink spring tea, sing with wine glasses and wear donkeys can also be seen from time to time.
Although the wind is still strong, walking is sweaty. All the birds sunbathing on the beach, the fish floating on the water, and all the animals smell of joy.
I know there is no spring in the country, but people who live in the city don't know. On February 22nd, the weather was a little warmer. Some friends and I walked out of Dongzhimen and arrived in Man Jing. Tall willows are separated by rows on both sides of the embankment, and the fertile land is a little wet.
Looking around, it is an open scene, and I seem to be a swan flying out of the cage (extremely relaxed). At this time, the ice on the river began to melt, and the water waves began to glow, rippling like fish scales. The water is so clear that you can see the bottom of the river, sparkling, as if the cosmetic box had just been opened, and cold light suddenly flashed out of the box.
The mountains are so beautiful, smooth and charming after being washed away by melted snow water, as if a beautiful girl had just combed her hair after washing her face. Wicker is about to be stretched, but it hasn't been stretched yet. The tender tips are scattered in the wind, and the wheat seedlings are unearthed, which looks like short manes and is about one inch high.
There are not many tourists, but you can always see people drinking tea, singing with glasses and riding donkeys in colorful clothes in Jiquan. Although the wind is still strong, there will still be sweat on your back when you walk.
Birds sunbathing on the beach and fish swimming on the water are playing leisurely, and all animals are full of happy atmosphere. I just know if there is spring outside the suburbs, but people living in the city don't know.
Division: 1. On the 22nd, the sky was slightly calm, and several friends set off for Manjing. As soon as the pen turned, I entered the travel notes.
Lecture time: 22nd, location: Man Jing. Man Jing is a place name in the northeast suburb of Beijing. "A Brief Introduction to the Scenery of Dijing" said: "There are ancient wells here ... which is higher than the ground, the spring is higher than the well, and it never falls at four o'clock."
After simply and accurately determining the time and place of the travel notes, the author recorded the trip from far and near, from surface to point, in a clear hierarchy: 2. The high willows are sandwiched by dikes, and the soil is slightly moist. At first glance, it is open and wide, if it is out of the cage. This is a bird's eye view of the oil well.
It only takes twelve words to outline the spring scenery concisely, freely and emotionally. When the author first saw spring scenery, he felt like a swan flying out of a cage.
In a few words, the description of the surface was completed, that is, the beautiful scenery near the well was dyed in the location of Dongli Zhao Xi in a delicate and poetic style. At this time, the ice skin began to dissolve, sparkling, scales and waves, crystal clear as a mirror, and cold light came out of the box; The mountains were washed away by fine snow, as beautiful as wiping, as beautiful as the face of a beautiful girl, and the beginning of the bun was swept away; Wicker will stretch, but not yet. Soft buds are scattered in the wind, and wheat seedlings come out of the ground. They are short, like fur on an animal's neck, only about an inch. Start writing water; Follow the mountain; Write fields later.
Three beautiful close-ups vividly highlight the unique features of early spring and February. Every bird exposed on the beach sipped under the scales of the waves, carefree, and there was joy between the scales of its feathers.
In this paper, the method of materialization of artistic conception is used to turn intangible feelings into tangible scenery, which expresses the author's joy in spring in a tortuous, ingenious and lasting way. This is also an exaggeration.
Wang Chong's "On the Sense of Deficiency in Balance" said: "The fish will listen to the art of drums and instruments; Shi Kuang drums, six horses. " Write the charm of music with the reflection of creatures; The exultation of "birds exposing sand and sipping scales" highlights the warmth of spring.
There is a meaning of "how can people be worthy of such a tree". I know there is no spring in the suburbs, but people in the city don't know it.
Ancient prose often shapes its own image in articles intentionally or unintentionally. Prose is like a refracting mirror, reflecting the author and the times. Yuan Hongdao's fresh and elegant landscape travel notes are just like his willful and unrestrained personality.
He regards being an official as "stepping into a cage". "The world is not good at doing things, and you are only thinking about grass." Travels of Man Jing is a work in his later years, which was written in the 27th year of Wanli (1599). At that time, he was an official of the Ministry of Rites. Although his official duties were idle and he didn't "struggle" like when he was ordered by Wuzhong County, the dirty officialdom still made him taste the evil benefits of the world.
Spring is in the mustard flower at the head of the stream. When he occasionally sees the green mountains and green waters and tender willows facing the wind and the fish fragrance bottoming out, he seems to suddenly realize that life is not without spring and life is not without fun! At the end of the trip, he directly expressed his feelings: the city people don't know.
2. Rewrite the second paragraph of Man Jing's Travels into a short essay. On the 22nd, it was a beautiful spring day. The sun shone into the room through the paper window and hit my eyes before I opened them. I quickly washed my hands and opened the door. I saw Wan Li was clear, sunny and full of spring. So, I invited three or five friends to visit Man Jing. When I arrived at the well, I only felt the breeze blowing on my face, which made me feel relaxed and happy. Maybe it's because I stayed at home for a long time, and everything looks so fresh. Tall willows stand on both sides of the river bank, and at first glance, the vast, moist and fertile land also shows great vitality. At this moment, my mood is like a bird rushing out of the cage and into the embrace of nature. I danced in the warm spring breeze, watching the ice water on the river melt, the river shining in the sun, the breeze in Xu Lai, and the water waves were quiet and crystal clear. The river is like a newly polished mirror, so I can't open my eyes. The mountains in the distance seem to have been wiped away, euphemistically moving. The wicker seems to be relaxed, the willow tips are rippling in the spring breeze, and the wheat seedlings about one inch high are short and dense, and they are also straight. Although people who come to the spring are not as good as weaving, they are also in groups of three or five, and some use spring water full of wells to make tea; Some are singing with wine glasses; Others came to the local people holding donkeys by the roadside and took pictures in their clothes ... The spring breeze blew strong winds from time to time, but the tourists were happy or sweaty for other reasons. Whether it's a bird sunbathing on the beach or a fish swimming on the water, it's like tourists enjoying this rare spring. This reminds me that city people who are used to air-conditioned life don't know spring, and the scenery of spring can only be truly realized in the suburbs.
3. The second leg of the trip to Man Jing was extended to 22nd, when the weather was a little calm, and some friends set off for Man Jing. Tall willows stand by the river bank, and the fertile land is wet, empty and open, as if to escape from the cage of swans. At this time, the ice skin began to melt, sparkling, scaly layers, and the bottom was crystal clear, like a newly opened mirror, cold light coming out of the box. The mountains are washed by fine snow, beautiful as wiping, beautiful as the face of money, and the hair is swept at first. Wicker will be comfortable, soft-pointed cloak. The wheat field is very shallow. Although there are not many tourists, donkeys who drink spring tea, sing with wine glasses and wear donkeys can also be seen from time to time. Although the wind is still strong, walking is sweaty. All the birds sunbathing on the beach, the fish floating on the water, and all the animals smell of joy. I know there is no spring in the country, but people who live in the city don't know.
Translation:
On February 22nd, the weather was a little warmer. Some friends and I walked out of Dongzhimen and arrived in Man Jing. There are rows of tall willows on both sides of the levee, and the fertile land is a little wet. Looking around, it is an open scene, and I seem to be a swan flying out of the cage (extremely relaxed). At this time, the ice on the river began to melt, and the water waves began to glow, rippling like fish scales. The water is so clear that you can see the bottom of the river, sparkling, as if the cosmetic box had just been opened, and cold light suddenly flashed out of the box. The mountains are so beautiful, smooth and charming after being washed away by melted snow water, as if a beautiful girl had just combed her hair after washing her face. Wicker is about to be stretched, but it hasn't been stretched yet. The tender tips are scattered in the wind, and the wheat seedlings are unearthed, which looks like short manes and is about one inch high. There are not many tourists, but you can always see people drinking tea, singing with glasses and riding donkeys in colorful clothes in Jiquan. Although the wind is still strong, there will still be sweat on your back when you walk. Birds sunbathing on the beach and fish swimming on the water are playing leisurely, and all animals are full of happy atmosphere. I just know if there is spring outside the suburbs, but people living in the city don't know.
Department:
1 22, the weather was a little sunny, and some friends set off for Manjing.
As soon as the pen turned, I entered the travel notes. Lecture time: 22nd, location: Man Jing. Man Jing is a place name in the northeast suburb of Beijing. "A Brief Introduction to the Scenery of Dijing" said: "There are ancient wells here ... which is higher than the ground, the spring is higher than the well, and it never falls at four o'clock."
After clearly and accurately determining the time and place of the travel notes, the author recorded the travel notes from far to near, from surface to point, and hierarchically:
2 The high willows are sandwiched by dikes, and the soil paste is slightly moist. At first glance, it is wide and empty, and it is awkward to get out of the cage.
This is a bird's eye view of the oil well. It only takes twelve words to outline the spring scenery concisely, freely and emotionally. When the author first saw spring scenery, he felt like a swan flying out of a cage. In a few words, the description of the face was completed, that is, the beautiful scenery of the well was dyed in the East Scale and West Claw in a delicate and poetic style:
3 when the ice skin begins to melt, it is sparkling, and the scales are layered, crystal clear, crystal clear as new, and the cold light is just coming out of the box; The mountains were washed away by fine snow, as beautiful as wiping, as beautiful as the face of a beautiful girl, and the beginning of the bun was swept away; Wicker will stretch, but not yet. Soft buds are scattered in the wind, and wheat seedlings come out of the ground. They are short, like fur on an animal's neck, only about an inch.
Start writing water; Follow the mountain; Write fields later. Three beautiful close-ups vividly highlight the unique features of early spring and February.
Every bird exposed on the beach sipped under the scales of the waves, carefree, and there was joy between the scales of its feathers.
In this paper, the method of materialization of artistic conception is used to turn intangible feelings into tangible scenery, which expresses the author's joy in spring in a tortuous, ingenious and lasting way. This is also an exaggeration. Wang Chong's "On the Sense of Deficiency in Balance" said: "The fish will listen to the art of drums and instruments; Shi Kuang drums, six horses. " Write the charm of music with the reflection of creatures; The exultation of "birds exposing sand and sipping scales" highlights the warmth of spring. There is a meaning of "how can people be worthy of such a tree".
I know there is no spring in the suburbs, but people in the city don't know it.
Ancient prose often shapes its own image in articles intentionally or unintentionally. Prose is like a refracting mirror, reflecting the author and the times. Yuan Hongdao's fresh and elegant landscape travel notes are just like his willful and unrestrained personality. He regards being an official as "stepping into a cage". "The world is not good at doing things, and you are only thinking about grass." Travels of Man Jing is a work in his later years, which was written in the 27th year of Wanli (1599). At that time, he was an official of the Ministry of Rites. Although his official duties were idle and he didn't "struggle" like when he was ordered by Wuzhong County, the dirty officialdom still made him taste the evil benefits of the world. Spring is in the mustard flower at the head of the stream. When he occasionally sees the green mountains and green waters and tender willows facing the wind and the fish fragrance bottoming out, he seems to suddenly realize that life is not without spring and life is not without fun! At the end of the trip, he expressed his feelings: the city people don't know!
4. The second paragraph of Man Jing's Travels has been rewritten into modern Chinese. The weather was a little warmer, and some friends and I went through Dongzhimen to Man Jing in the suburbs.
The two places are not far apart and the scenery is quite different. It is already full of spring here. Although it is not like the pure and graceful pavilions of the West Lake, nor the vast and ethereal landscape of the Lijiang River, it has cast a subtle feeling in my heart in the gloom.
Charming scenery and different poems bring me different happiness. Tall willows are always the first to sprout and stand quietly on the river bank.
The fertile land is a little wet, too. Maybe I can't wait. I seem to be a swan that has been imprisoned for a long time, always longing for the sky that really belongs to me. Now I can finally stay away from the cage and fly in uncontrollable surprises. Through the tender willow branches, I saw that the thin ice surface gradually began to melt, and the water waves gave off bright colors, reflecting the unstoppable beautiful spring scenery.
There are fish scales under the ice, and the river is crystal clear. Shiny, like a newly opened mirror, without a trace of dust, suddenly reflected cold light broke the silence of winter and poured out more and more spring scenery.
Looking into the distance, you can see that there is a faint hazy smoke on the long horizon, which connects the tall and handsome mountains there and is washed away by the newly melted snow. Beautiful and picturesque, fresh and bright, as elegant and lovely as a beautiful girl after her first makeup, giving people an indescribable stability and comfort.
The breeze blows gently, and the willows gently stretch but not relax, and quietly spread out. In the distant fields, the wheat fields are inch by inch long and naughty, and it is another happy harvest year.
There are not many tourists, but there are always people around to drink water and make tea. Drinking and singing, dressing up and riding donkeys, all kinds of roles.
The wind is still strong, but after walking for a while, you are sweating like a pig, and the warmth of spring recovery is coming. Birds sunbathing leisurely on the beach and fish drinking leisurely on the water are all free.
Between the furry scales, there are smiling faces, as if they are welcoming spring happily. The smell and joy of spring are everywhere.
Only then did I know that there was no spring in the suburbs, but people living in the city didn't notice it and ignored the unique beauty of early spring.
5. In what way does the second paragraph of Man Jing's Travels describe the spring scenery in Man Jing? This paper describes the joy of visiting the city from the aspects of water and mountains, willow branches and malt, the joy of tourists, the joy of fish and birds, and the author's inner feelings. The second paragraph is the main part of the full text, describing what he saw and felt during his outing. The repression of "unable to go out" did not dispel the author's idea of traveling, but stimulated his enthusiasm for traveling. Waiting for "the weather is a little safer", the author will. Flying out of the city gate, I came to the suburbs. But what I see is the long beach of Gaoliu Spring Festival, which is empty and far away and full of vitality. The author writes about landscapes, mainly landscapes, wicker wheat fields, the joy of tourists and the "leisure" of fish and birds. The part about water and mountains is the focus. The author first described it by line drawing. "At first glance, it is sparkling, and layers of waves are crystal clear." What he painted is the water in early spring. "Beautiful as a mop, fresh and beautiful" depicts the realm of Spring Mountain. Then two long sentences are used as metaphors. The water is like a newly opened mirror, and the mountain is like a bun comb, which is novel and vivid. Writing wicker highlights its "leisurely" posture, and writing wheat fields says it is "shallow", all of which are typical early spring scenery. Although there are not many writers. It's already very lively There are even birds basking in the sun, fish absorbing water and playing with water. They are as happy as tourists, as if there is "jubilation" between feathers and fins. Finally, the author summed up a sentence: "I didn't know there was no spring outside the suburbs, but people in the city didn't know." This sentence responds to the first paragraph, which is an affirmation of their cold trip and a pity that "city people" are trapped in the capital and don't know the spring scenery.
6. The second paragraph of Man Jing's Travels has been rewritten into prose for you, written in the first person. Please refer to:
The climate in the north is cold. After the Flower Festival, the residual cold is still fierce, and the cold wind often blows. When the cold wind blows, sand and stones fly, and people are locked in a room, but they want to go out but can't. Every time I take a brisk walk on the road in the wind, I turn back before I take a hundred steps. On the 22nd, the weather was slightly warmer. I walked out of Dongzhimen with some friends and came to Man Jing. Tall willows stand on both sides of the embankment, and the fertile soil is slightly moist. At first glance, it is wide around, and it feels like a mandarin fish flying out of a cage. At this time, the ice on the water began to dissolve, and the color on the water waves became clear. There are layers of ripples on the water, like layers of fish scales, and the water is crystal clear, like a mirror that has just been opened from the dressing table, shining and suddenly giving off cold light. The mountains were washed by fine snow, and the mountains were as beautiful as they had just been brushed, bright and beautiful, like an excellent beauty who had just washed her face and combed her hair. The wicker is about to sprout, but it hasn't. The tender willow shoots are blown by the wind, and the tender seedlings in the wheat field are only over an inch long.
Although there are not many tourists, beautiful women can always see people who boil spring water and tea, people who ride donkeys, drink and sing. Although the wind is still strong, they still sweat on foot. Waterbirds sunbathing on the beach and fish sucking water on the waves are carefree, and there is joy between feathers and fins.
Only then did I know that there is no news of spring between the countryside and the fields, but people living in the city don't know it. Only the official position of "professor" can wander freely between rocks and plants without delaying official duties because of sightseeing. And that place full of wells is just near my residence, and my sightseeing starts from this place. How can there be no recorded articles?
7. The second paragraph of Man Jing's Travels has been rewritten into modern Chinese. The weather was a little warmer, and some friends and I went through Dongzhimen to Man Jing in the suburbs. The two places are not far apart and the scenery is quite different. It is already full of spring here. Although it is not like the pure and graceful pavilions of the West Lake, nor the vast and ethereal landscape of the Lijiang River, it has cast a subtle feeling in my heart in the gloom. Charming scenery and different poems bring me different happiness.
Tall willows are always the first to sprout and stand quietly on the river bank. The fertile land is a little wet, too. Maybe I can't wait. I seem to be a swan that has been imprisoned for a long time, always longing for the sky that really belongs to me. Now I can finally stay away from the cage and fly in uncontrollable surprises.
Through the tender willow branches, I saw that the thin ice surface gradually began to melt, and the water waves gave off bright colors, reflecting the unstoppable beautiful spring scenery. There are fish scales under the ice, and the river is crystal clear. Shiny, like a newly opened mirror, without a trace of dust, suddenly reflected cold light broke the silence of winter and poured out more and more spring scenery.
Looking into the distance, you can see that there is a faint hazy smoke on the long horizon, which connects the tall and handsome mountains there and is washed away by the newly melted snow. Beautiful and picturesque, fresh and bright, as elegant and lovely as a beautiful girl after her first makeup, giving people an indescribable stability and comfort.
The breeze blows gently, and the willows gently stretch but not relax, and quietly spread out. In the distant fields, the wheat fields are inch by inch long and naughty, and it is another happy harvest year. There are not many tourists, but there are always people around to drink water and make tea. Drinking and singing, dressing up and riding donkeys, all kinds of roles. The wind is still strong, but after walking for a while, you are sweating like a pig, and the warmth of spring recovery is coming. Birds sunbathing leisurely on the beach and fish drinking leisurely on the water are all free. Between the furry scales, there are smiling faces, as if they are welcoming spring happily.
The smell and joy of spring are everywhere. Only then did I know that there was no spring in the suburbs, but people living in the city didn't notice it and ignored the unique beauty of early spring.
8. The second paragraph of Man Jing's Travels is written in 300 words in the vernacular. Thanks to the cold climate in Beijing. After the Flower Festival, the residual cold is still very severe.
The cold wind often blows, and when it blows, sand and stones fly. I have to be confined to one room, but I can't go out if I want to.
Every time I take a brisk walk in the wind, I am forced back in less than a hundred steps. On the 22nd, the weather was a little warmer. I walked out of Dongzhimen with some friends and came to Man Jing.
Tall willows grow on both sides of the river bank, and the fertile land is slightly wet. Looking around, it is an empty and open scene. I feel like a swan flying out of a cage. At this time, the ice on the river just melted, and the water waves began to shine, causing ripples like fish scales. The river is clear and transparent, the water surface is sparkling like a newly opened dressing box, and the cold light suddenly shoots out of the dressing box.
The mountains were washed clean by melting snow, as if they had just been brushed, delicate and beautiful, as if a beautiful girl had just washed her face and combed her hair. The wicker is about to stretch but not yet spread, and the tender tip is floating in the wind.
The low wheat seedling is like the long hair on the neck of a wild animal, about an inch high. Although there are not many tourists, people who drink Jiquan tea, sing with glasses and ride donkeys in colorful clothes can always see it. Although the wind is still strong, you will sweat when you walk.
Birds basking in the sun on the beach and fish swimming on the water are leisurely, and all the animals smell of joy. I only know that there is no spring in the suburbs, and people living in the city don't know.
This is the only official position that does not delay official duties because of sightseeing, and plays smartly among rocks and plants. Man Jing is near my residence, and my trip will start from now on. How can there be no record! At this time, it is already February of the year of Ji Hai.