Life is like a dream, cover your sleeves and smile with a snap of your fingers
The dream is long behind the curtain, and the love is still lingering in the middle of the night.
Who’s hair will turn into frost at dawn? Thousands of tears have fallen.
The wine is given to the moon, and the young man is white.
How can I hide my sad face in the mirror? Thinking about it in secret, how dare you forget?
Time has destroyed the innocence of once trusting in the sky, and the beautiful memories are gradually being stored in the mind. The familiar scenery has long been washed away and become unfamiliar in the river of time. The residual warmth remaining in the palm of my hand has slowly cooled down with the memory in the desolation of things and people. The young mind that has never seen the world gradually changes from impatience to calmness in the face of the flashy life. As the years go by, the beautiful youth slowly dies quietly, but there is no need to complain, because the long road of life has just begun. In this scattered journey of life, I walk slowly with a pious heart. I wonder if my careful steps can lead to a pure and fragrant future? ?
It is difficult to stop the rapid passage of time, just like those irresistible things, even if there is too much reluctance and nostalgia, it will no longer help. Maybe what I lost is destined to be unavailable, and forcing it too much will only cause unnecessary wounds. However, my unrepentant heart made it difficult for me to let go. Quietly combing through my broken thoughts, the speechlessness at this time made me feel a sense of trance and laziness, and I didn't know how to let go. However, some things, although they have been understood for a long time, have never been able to find an excuse to forget them. I wonder how many disguises are hidden behind those seemingly uninhibited smiles? It seems ridiculous, but whose thoughts are being wasted? In this world that has nothing to do with the past, let me be alone with the broken flowers and the falling moon, and use a fallen sentimental maple leaf to commemorate the fate of the mortal world. ?
The yellowed memories slowly fell off in my mind. When I leaned over to pick them up, they were broken all over the ground. Maybe I should forget what I should never remember again, but God gave it to me. I have such a strong memory, no matter how much I want to shake off all the bad things, but with my repeated persistence, everything seems so in vain. ?
Being unable to eliminate the entanglements in the world of mortals, having random thoughts all day long is really a painful torture. In this scattered world of mortals, I forgot myself and the past, but I could not forget you alone. Those beautiful memories you gave me, I wonder how strong I must be to forget them? Maybe longing is a kind of poison. Once you are infected, you will become a stranger to yourself. But in the end, even if you are unable to bear the heartache, it is difficult to find the courage to quit this pain. In this rolling mortal world, maybe everything is just a dream. When one day I really wake up, those so-called persistence are just a lie to myself and others, a gorgeous bluff exaggerated by myself, nothing more. ?
Life is like a dream, and a hundred years of life are just a blink of an eye. It’s just that there are always many ups and downs to go through. In this circuitous road of life, I wonder who I meet will be the most beautiful embellishment in my life? I have been searching, but so far to no avail. Maybe at some inadvertent moment, I look back at the road I'm walking on, and there may be beautiful scenery along the way that makes me linger, but I can't stop because my dream is far away, beyond my reach. place. ?
In a person's world, the surroundings are always so peaceful, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, brushing away the mania in the heart, and perceiving this strange yet familiar world with a casual state of mind. world. Maybe at a certain moment, you will suddenly find that the people and things you once tried so hard to forget have really become forgotten while you are still thinking about them. Maybe I didn’t think deeply enough or think deeply enough, but in the river of time, all the persistence and waiting seemed so superficial. In the quiet recollection, everything has been lost with memory. ?
The carving knife of time has messed up my appearance, and my confused life is constantly being staged. I only hope that I can have a calmness in my future life to decorate a beautiful life. Let the wind and frost of the years whiten the tenderness in my heart, and I will use a smile to remember the past that cannot be returned. ?
The floating life is like a dream. When you wake up from the dream, everything is empty. There is no basis for success or failure. The dream once covered its sleeves with a smile. ?
Wandering under the moon, you are no longer the same as before
The dawn wind is accompanied by a silver hook, and the shadows are chaotic and difficult to piece together. ?
The waning moon stands alone against the cold building, and the cool breeze gently blows and wraps around the sleeves. ?
I play the flute in despair, with silent tears flowing down my face. ?
The cup still holds a drop of wine, and the bronze mirror does not change the appearance. ?
The beautiful woman has two lines of sadness on her face, and she wants to speak but stops. ?
How to hold on to the mandarin duck buckle when love is so worrying?
During the long wait, the deserted night no longer seemed tender, and everything seemed to be leftover after the day. There was a blank space under my eyes. After the enthusiasm dissipated, there was silence all around. Even my heart seemed cold. I really don't know when the feeling of desolation will dissipate. Now I am guarding an ajar window, quietly sorting out my thoughts. When I have nothing to do, I grab a handful of the left-over clear light. With the light of the moonlight, I lightly dip a cluster of moon purity, condense the last trace of strength left in my fingers, and use the incompleteness to exaggerate the sorrow of separation in my heart. Farewell.
Can Sparse Star and Danyue, who don’t know this little bit, have mercy on them? Although this feeling has nothing to do with the wind and the moon, I only hope that it can be filled with my affection, and follow the moonlight that spreads thousands of miles to gently send my yearning to the distant place where my heart is swaying. ?
A few wisps of cool wind still passed by the face wantonly, and suddenly there was an unreasonable emptiness in my heart, maybe because I had left my leisure time behind for a long time. Looking at the lonely moon hanging idle in the night sky, a faint feeling of melancholy seemed to emerge in my heart. Simply abandon the noise of the world, close the windows tightly, and enjoy the moonlight quietly with a worldly heart. ?
In the empty night, without the interruption of others, my mind is unusually active. Walking along the still familiar road, the scenery around me has not changed, but I always feel that something is missing and empty. Under the unobstructed moonlit night, the pale sparse stars are hidden in the pale night sky. They embellish the loneliness of the moon in a secret way. The vague and non-existent scenery looms all around. Although it is not as clear as in the daytime, it has a vague and vague state, leaving people with unlimited room for imagination. Facing the lonely moon that was as broken as a silver hook, I pondered and wandered alone. The flash of dejected thoughts gave me a kind of unreasonable expectation. However, in the unclear trace, the beautiful yearning was constantly disappointed in the constant longing. , the overlap of longing and disappointment, once again accumulated into my pale silence. ?
Walking along the direction of the moonlight, the surrounding scenery is suddenly bright and dark, giving people an indescribable feeling of confusion. Just walking on the confusing road, a pond in front of me suddenly appeared in front of me. Looking into the distance through the hazy moonlight, in the lonely night sky, a few sparse stars were hidden in the faint moonlight. The faint appearance of stars and moon in the night sky embellishes the quiet atmosphere even more softly. The cascading moonlight cast onto the lake, and the originally hazy water surface suddenly glowed with clear light. Look at the half-moon floating on the water and think deeply. Is the pale moonlight spread on the lake as pure as your original makeup? Now I look at the floating moon in the water and think about the distance, but I have no choice but to seek desolation. Everything seems so illusory. Looking at the floating shadow of the moon in the water is beautiful, but suddenly it turns into ashes. It’s hard to trace the past, how can we tell the difference between reality and reality? The breeze blew, ripples appeared on the lake, and the shadow of the moon disappeared like this. It is no longer easy to piece together the broken floating moon in front of you. I wonder if this irreversible feeling of loss is as clear and dark as the face imprinted in your mind? ?
Wandering under the moonlight, when thinking about the past, my thoughts flickered quietly in constant expectations. As my mood changed, my distant thoughts had already thinned into a waning moon. ?This can’t help but remind people of the beauty when we first met. How much emotion was involved in that startling glance? Whenever the moon rises, the most unforgettable thing is your graceful and shy face under the moonlight night, as beautiful and refined as a lotus emerging from the water. However, in the smoke and clouds of the past, the moonlight was too bright, leaving only too many regrets and too many sweet dreams that could not be fulfilled. Now I am alone watching the incomplete moonlight and worrying about it. I wonder if there will be a full moon night after the painful reincarnation in the next season? Perhaps it is precisely because of the existence of regrets in life that the beauty of imperfections is highlighted as so precious.
If life is really just like the first time we met, how much care will we have in our hearts? Waiting for a free month to follow the wind, I still feel pity for my bare face when I first saw it, I no longer feel regretful about my resentment, and I smile up to the sky, who will listen? Forget it, let me be filled with the original yearning, walking alone under my own moonlight, wondering about the past and present, with a trace of nostalgia, let the last lamentation turn into a prelude to the long sounds of nature, carrying this My thin thoughts let me go with the wind, and under the care of the moonlit night, they gradually dissipated deep and deep in the clouds...
Yu He
Once, while walking through a lotus pond in the rain, I saw a pond of green clouds stretching out, with a single half-opened red lotus standing in the middle.
I was stunned by it for a moment, a red lotus that seemed to be unable to open and unable to speak, yet it was red but not yet fragrant!
The rain in the sky is heavy and indifferent, but there is such a red lotus in the vast and unreachable gray! Like a fire about to light up, like a can of color about to be poured out! Even though I stood by the pool and didn't want to catch the moon, I would probably make a mistake.
Isn’t life just like a rain? You once jumped for joy in it ignorantly, you once meditated obsessively during it--but more often than not, you had to endure the cold and damp, the helplessness and loneliness, and live with the fantasy of sunny days.
However, look at that red lotus, how self-centered and unforgettable it is in the rain. When there is no sunshine, it is sunshine itself! When there is no joy, it is joy itself! What a perfect and self-sufficient world there is in a flower!
A pool of green, a pool of silent songs, on an unobtrusive roadside in the countryside------Is the truth only found in philosophy books? Doesn’t the answer only exist in the academy? How many virtues beyond the image can be drawn by a simple stroke of raindrops, and how many centuries of pride have been supported by a green leaf!
If there is a lotus in the pond, if there is a lotus in the heart, then why bother with the long rainy season?
Appreciation
Throughout the ages, there have been countless texts written on lotuses. Although "Yu He" is not long, its conception is novel. “When there is no sunshine, it is sunshine itself.
When there is no joy, it is joy itself! "Just two sentences give "Lotus" an outstanding, self-reliant and consistent tranquil state of mind. This state of mind is what people often praise: "not surprised by favor or disgrace, watching the flowers blooming and falling in front of the pavilion; leaving or leaving without care, following the clouds in the sky. Yunshu. "The spiritual state of being incompetent with the world.
The article compares life to a rain, and describes the difficulties of life as "unreachable gray". People must "endure the cold and damp, those Helpless and lonely, and living with the fantasy of a sunny day. "The red lotus is like "a pile of fire that is about to light up, like a jar of color that is about to be poured out!" "This fire ignites the hope of life, and this color is painted with the color of life. It means that in gray life, there is a positive and optimistic side.
At the end of the article, the "image of the lotus" is revealed. "The beauty outside". "A green leaf has supported the pride of many centuries!" " is the text and the highlight of this article.
Moonlight over the Lotus Pond
My heart has been quite uneasy these past few days. Tonight, I was sitting in the yard enjoying the shade, and suddenly I remembered The lotus pond I walked through every day must look different in the light of the full moon. The moon gradually rose higher, and the laughter of the children on the road outside the wall could no longer be heard; my wife was patting Runer in the house. , humming a sleepy song. I quietly put on my coat and went out.
Along the lotus pond, there is a winding small cinder road. There are fewer people walking during the day, and it is even more lonely at night. There are many trees growing around the lotus pond, and there are some willows and some unknown trees on the side of the road. On a moonless night, the road is eerie. It's dark and a little scary. It's nice tonight, although the moonlight is still faint.
I am alone on the road, walking with my hands behind my back. This world seems to belong to me. It's like I've transcended my ordinary self and entered another world. I love being lively and calm; I love being in groups and being alone. Like tonight, I can think about anything alone under this vast moon. If you don't think about it, you will feel like a free person. Whatever you must do or say during the day, you can ignore it now. This is the beauty of being alone. Let me enjoy the boundless lotus fragrance and moonlight.
On the winding lotus pond, you can see the fields of leaves. The leaves are high in the water, like the skirts of a graceful dancer. Among the layers of leaves, there are scattered white flowers, which are charming (niǎo, Some are blooming on the ground, and some are holding their flowers shyly; just like pearls, stars in the blue sky, or beauties just emerging from the bath. The breeze passes by, sending wisps of fragrance as if from afar. Like a faint song from the high-rise building, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, that instantly spread across the lotus pond. The leaves were densely packed side by side, and it was as if there was a line. The ripples of solid green. Under the leaves are veins of flowing water, which are covered, and some colors cannot be seen; but the leaves are even more charming.
The moonlight flows quietly like flowing water. On these leaves and flowers, a thin layer of green mist floats in the lotus pond, as if the leaves and flowers have been washed in milk; even though it is a full moon, there is a thin layer of clouds in the sky. , so it can't shine brightly; but I think this is just the right thing - a deep sleep is indispensable, and a nap also has a unique flavor. The moonlight shines through the trees, and the high bushes cast jagged and mottled black shadows. They are like ghosts; the sparse shadows of the curved willows seem to be painted on the lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, like a Buddhist nun (ē)ling (English). The famous song played on the violin.
The lotus pond is surrounded by trees, far and near, high and low, among which willows are the most numerous. There are a few gaps left, as if they were left specially for the moonlight. The color of the trees is gloomy, and at first glance they look like a cloud of smoke; but the beauty of the willows can also be seen in the smoke. Faintly looming above the treetops is a distant mountain range, just a general outline. There are one or two street lights leaking through the cracks in the trees, looking listless like sleepy eyes. The liveliest sounds at this time were the cicadas chirruping on the trees and the frogs croaking in the water; but the excitement was theirs and I enjoyed nothing.
Suddenly I remembered the lotus picking thing. Picking lotus is an old custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have existed very early, and it was most popular during the Six Dynasties. We can roughly know it from poetry. Those who picked lotuses were young women. They went in boats and sang erotic songs. Needless to say, there are many people picking lotus, and there are also people watching lotus picking. It was a lively season and also a romantic season. Emperor Yuan of the Liang Dynasty said it well in "Poem of Picking the Lotus":
Therefore, the enchanting girl Yuán (yuán) made a promise to go boating; the hawk (yì) head slowly returned, and the feather cup was passed on; The algae is hanging when it is about to move, and the boat is floating when it is about to move. Her waist is slender and her clothes are tied tightly, and her steps are delayed. At the beginning of summer and after spring, when the leaves are young and the flowers are blooming, she smiles for fear of getting her clothes wet, and pulls her clothes back for fear of capsizing the boat.
It can be seen that there was a lot of fun at that time. This is really interesting stuff, but unfortunately we are no longer blessed with it.
Then I remembered the sentence in "Xizhou Song":
When I pick lotus in Nantang in autumn, the lotus flowers are more than the heads of people; I lower my head to pick up the lotus seeds, which are as clear as water.
If there are lotus pickers tonight, the number of lotus flowers here will be considered to be "outnumbered"; there are only some shadows of running water. This makes me miss Jiangnan after all.
Thinking like this, I suddenly looked up and found myself in front of my own door. I pushed the door gently and went in. There was no sound. My wife had been asleep for a long time.
July 1927, Tsinghua University Garden, Beijing.
Appreciation
1. Appreciate the description of the scenery
The characteristic of the description of the scenery in this article is that it cleverly combines the description of the lotus pond and the description of the moonlight. The lotus pond is the lotus pond under the moon; the moonlight is the moonlight on the lotus pond, which highlights the beauty of elegance, hazyness and tranquility. The fourth and fifth paragraphs best reflect this beauty. For example: "Among the layers of leaves, there are scattered white flowers dotted, some are blooming gracefully, some are blooming shyly; just like individual bright pearls, like stars in the blue sky, and like newly emerged flowers. The beauty in the bath. The breeze passed by, sending wisps of fragrance, like the faint singing from the tall buildings in the distance. "There is no moon in this paragraph, but there is a moon everywhere, and the lotus leaves and lotus flowers are all in the hazy moonlight. Strange brilliance. Comparing the blooming and budding white flowers to "pearls" and "stars", the beauty of the lotus is described in terms of color and brilliance. It writes about the wisps of fragrance of lotus, carried by the breeze, like the sound of songs floating in the distance, intermittently and elusive. This feeling of elegance and remoteness can only be experienced when you are alone on a moonlit night. You will never have such a feeling during the noisy day. The fragrance of lotus is originally an olfactory image, but the author likens it to "the faint singing on a tall building in the distance" and transforms it into an auditory image. This way of converting the image of one feeling into the image of another feeling is used in In rhetoric, it is called "synaesthesia" or "synaesthesia". The use of this rhetorical method can inspire readers to have broader and far-reaching imaginations and associations, allowing readers to understand the ideological content and artistic realm of the work based on their own life experiences and cultural literacy. Another example: "The moonlight is like flowing water, quietly flowing over this leaf and flower. A thin green mist floats in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; and like a veil wrapped in "Dream." Putting lotus leaves and lotus flowers against the background of moonlight, the word "Xie" gives people a milky white and vivid sense of reality; the word "Floating" also shows the lotus leaves and lotus flowers under the moonlight. That ethereal and gentle appearance. The author writes about the tranquility and tranquility of leaves and flowers to set off the hazy and soft moonlight. Another example: "The moonlight shines through the trees, and the dense bushes at high places cast jagged and mottled black shadows, as steep as ghosts; the sparse shadows of the curved willows seem to be painted on the lotus. "On the leaves." When writing "dark shadow" and "qianying" here, I still write moonlight, because shadow is caused by moonlight shining on an object. The shadows of the trees are scattered and light, reflecting the light and rippling moonlight. The moonlight is difficult to describe, but the author uses different scenery and different angles to write about the moonlight, making the difficult scene appear before his eyes.
2. Grasp the thoughts and feelings of the article
The article begins with "I have been quite uneasy these days." The following is related to this uneasy mood: the road is secluded, Lonely; the moonlight on the ground is faint, and the clouds in the sky are also faint; "the trees are all gloomy"; hearing the lively cicadas and frogs, I think "the excitement belongs to them, I have nothing" ; Thinking of the grand occasion of ancient lotus picking, I sighed, "This makes me miss Jiangnan after all." I was dissatisfied with reality and had to return to reality. A touch of sadness enveloped the entire text.
However, the author's feelings are complicated, and along with "a touch of sadness" there is also a "light joy". At the beginning of the article, "I suddenly remembered that the lotus pond I walked through every day must have looked different in the light of the full moon." It can be seen that the author wanted to get rid of melancholy and happily went to the lotus pond; along the path along the lotus pond, the past was gloomy. , "Tonight is very good." After some reflection, he felt that he was a "free person"; when he arrived at the lotus pond, he was truly free for a while, focusing on the beautiful scenery, and suddenly felt happy; from admiring the scenery And thinking about it for thousands of years, I think of the "lively season" and "romantic season" when the ancients picked lotus. It can be seen that "a touch of joy" also envelopes the entire text.
It is the inner monologue in the third paragraph that directly and intensively expresses the author's thoughts and feelings. This long monologue is a transition from restlessness to the contentment of watching the moonlight over the lotus pond. It expresses the conflict between the author's inner world and the external world and his desire to get rid of the conflict. The author's mood, in such a beautiful environment as the lotus pond under the moon, expresses the aesthetic feelings of sadness and joy intertwined.
In short, sorrow and joy go hand in hand: when you are in sorrow, you yearn for joy, and when you are in joy, you are constrained by sorrow. They are two aspects of the changes in the author's ambivalence when viewing the scenery. But the fluctuations in his heart did not rise and fall, but were suppressed, and the expression of emotions was restrained (he calls himself a "neutralist"). This is the so-called "neutralization" of resentment but not anger, sadness but not hurt. The expression of "harmony". So whether it is sadness or joy, it is "light".
There have always been many different understandings of the theme of this article and the author's writing intention.
Some people think that this article is a work of the author's affection for the landscape, expressing the cold and deep realm, and expressing the desolate state of mind; some people think that this article is a lyrical work that borrows scenery to express the author's melancholy mood; some people think that it is an expression of the author's appreciation. The interest of the natural beauty of the lotus pond under the moon, sticking to one's own small world, expresses the leisure mood; some people think that it does not express the author's emotion of escaping from reality, but expresses the author's anger and dissatisfaction with reality; some people think that it expresses the dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction with the realization of darkness. Yearning for a better life.
There are so many of these.
3. Taste exquisite language
The language of this article is simple and elegant, accurate and vivid, and full of poetic flavor.
Zhu Ziqing's prose language has always had a simple beauty. He strives for "truth", "truth is nature" ("On Realism and Picturesque"), "Return to simplicity, return to nature" ("Today") "Poetry"), it is not advisable to think that "the decoration is too much and the true meaning is obscured". He does not use fancy, ancient, and uncommon words to describe things, but expresses all kinds of emotions in understatement. But it is not just plain and simple, but it contains cleverness, dexterity, agility, and elegance in simplicity. It often relies on suddenly triggered feelings and rich imagination to make objects flash and lead readers into a poetic and picturesque realm. . As far as this article is concerned, the author does not use thick ink and heavy colors, but uses light ink colors. Use some colorful words appropriately, but more often use metaphors to inspire readers' association and imagination, making the color of the picture light and strong. For example, when writing about a static lotus, three metaphors are used in succession: "Like pearls" refers to the glittering and translucent flowers under the light of the pale moon; "Like stars in the blue sky" refers to the flickering of flowers against the backdrop of green leaves. Dark; "like a beauty just out of the bath" refers to the beauty of the lotus that is not stained by dust. There is nothing strange about these words and phrases, but when used in the context of this article, they have special artistic charm, accurately and vividly expressing the aesthetic characteristics of this situation, scene, and thing at this time. Furthermore, "the moonlight is like flowing water, quietly pouring over this leaf and flower." This word "shedding" is also very common, but combined with the modifier "quietly", the moonlight is accurately and vividly written. It pours out like running water, yet makes absolutely no sound, making it quiet and beautiful. Another example is, "Under the leaves is the pulsating flow of water." "Mai Mai" originally refers to silently expressing affection with eyes or actions. Here it is used to write about flowing water. The flowing water is silent but seems to have affection. They are embedded in sentences, not as painstakingly crafted, but very expressive. Others, such as writing about lotus leaves using "掳", writing about lights using "毬", etc., all show the author's language skills.
This article uses more than thirty overlapping words, which not only vividly describe the scene in front of you, but also have a beautiful phonology. The lush green trees, far and near, high and low, the faint distant mountains, the twists and turns of the lotus pond, the graceful lotus flowers, the delicate fragrance, the quiet flowers and leaves, and the thin green mist all enhance the beauty of the scenery. It not only improves the semantic meaning, but also makes the literary style stretch and the phonology harmonious.
Nostalgia for Spring
Spring must have been like this: from the introverted green hills, a handful of snow could no longer hold it, and with a puff, the cold face turned into a flower. Then, a melodious song sung from the clouds to the foothills, from the foothills to the low deserted village, into the fence, into the yellow webs of a duckling, into the soft spring mud - as soft as one Spring mud on the bed's newly turned quilt.
So delicate, so sensitive, yet so chaotic. A sound of thunder can cause the clouds in the sky to cry for no reason; a burst of cuckoo's cry can make a whole city of azaleas anxious; a burst of wind can make every willow sing out a white and fluttering song that is indescribable. , the flying catkins that can’t be heard clearly, each strand of flying catkins is the semicolon of a willow tree. Anyway, spring is so unreasonable and illogical, but it can still be so good that people feel calm.
Spring must have been like this: the pond was full of dead leaves and withered stalks of dead flowers clinging to an old root, and the roof beams of thousands of houses in the north were disturbed by the wind and snow. Holding a small empty nest. Then, suddenly one day, Peach Blossom captured all the mountains, villages and rivers. The willow tree controls both the royal ditch and the folk river head - spring is like a king with a clear banner, which becomes beautiful because of long-term and devout prayers.
As for the name of spring, there must have been such a story: Before the "Book of Songs", before "Shangshu", before Cangjie coined the word, a lamb suddenly felt the spring while gnawing grass. Juicy, the soaring feeling that a child suddenly feels when flying a kite, the sudden comfort that a pair of wind-stricken legs feel, the blood of water that thousands of pairs of bare hands suddenly feel when they are washing yarn by the stream... When they As they rushed to tell each other in surprise, they decided to name the season with a pleasant whisper - "Spring" by pouting their mouths into a whistle.
Birds can start measuring the sky again. Some are responsible for measuring the blueness of the sky, some are responsible for measuring the transparency of the sky, and some are responsible for measuring the height and depth of the sky with their wings. And all the birds are not good mathematicians. They chirped and calculated again and again, and checked again and again, but finally they still dared not announce the statistics.
As for all the flowers, they have been given to the butterflies to count. All pistils are given to bees to catalog. All trees are left to the wind to pamper them. As for the wind, leave it to the old wind chimes in front of the eaves to remember and consult one by one.
Spring must have been like this before, or is it still like this somewhere? Walking through the black forest of chimneys and chimneys, I want to visit the spring that wanders in the distant era.
Appreciation
Spring Nostalgia uses a series of spring images to give spring a strong vitality. Reading carefully, we will find that almost every sentence in the article uses appropriate rhetorical techniques. For example, in the first paragraph of the article, although it is only a short sentence, it uses four artistic techniques: personification, parallelism, refrains, and metaphors, blending the emotion with the scene and making it natural. In the following paragraphs, techniques such as personification, parallelism, repetition, metaphor, contrast, synesthesia, and association are also endless. “The peach blossoms have conquered all the mountains, villages, and rivers.” “Birds can begin to measure the sky again.
Some are responsible for measuring the blueness of the sky, some are responsible for measuring the transparency of the sky, and some are responsible for measuring the height and depth of the sky with their wings." "All the flowers have been given to butterflies to count. All pistils are given to bees to catalog. All trees are left to the wind to pamper them. As for the wind, leave it to the old wind chimes in front of the eaves to remember and consult one by one. "...The author compares the indescribable images of spring in nature to perceptible human images and postures, giving readers a vivid and realistic feeling.
Throughout the full text, we can It is found that the author repeats the sentence "Spring must have been like this" at the beginning of the paragraph three times during the writing process, and this sentence is just like a thread that cleverly connects other pearl-like words, making this article. The article is clearly organized and can be read at a glance, fully embodying the characteristics of prose's "concentration of form and concentration".
At the same time, in this article, we can also feel the author's "unconstrained style" and "unconstrained style". The writing idea is like flowing clouds and flowing water.
The first paragraph goes from "clouds", "foothills", "deserted villages" to "fences", and the strokes are like smooth arcs, natural, smooth and Clean and neat, just like a meticulous "meticulous painting", but when it comes to "the duck's yellow web" and then to the "melting spring mud", it suddenly turns into a "splashed ink painting", and the strong spring spirit flows on the paper instantly. The gentle and soft spring is vividly pushed before our eyes like a tide.
Spring is not only gentle, but also full of vitality, vitality, and even "savage". "The white clouds in the sky", "Azaleas in Douji City", and the flying catkins flying all over the sky are all her masterpieces. There is a saying: "Winter is coming, can spring be far behind?" "It is full of expectations for spring. So once spring really comes, people's mood will be as if they have won a battle, excited, excited, and unbearable! When the author tells us, he gives full play to The wonderful uses of the rhetoric "personification": "provoke", "fight", "unreasonable", "illogical", "defend", "hold", "conquer", "control"...etc., let Spring is like a wild, domineering, playful and cute little girl in front of our eyes!
When writing articles, imagination is the soul. Articles without imagination or that cannot make readers "think more" It's not a good article. The author associates the pronunciation of "spring" with "whistle", and thus unfolds the situation when people first coined this word. Although this is not the case, it makes readers feel very novel and interesting. Just right. As for the busyness of the "birds", "butterflies", "bees" and "wind chimes" in spring, they fully demonstrate the author's whimsy and wisdom.
However, If the article only stays on the leisurely sketching of spring, it can only be regarded as a good work and cannot be called a beautiful article. Let’s look at the title "Nostalgia of Spring". Let’s take a look at the last paragraph of the article. Walking through the black forest of chimneys and chimneys, I want to visit the spring that wanders in the distant era. "After reading this, we can understand that the beautiful spring described by the above author is the spring in the classics that the author imagined "must be like this", while the reality is mostly a "black forest of chimneys and chimneys." But in Facing the ferocious face of this black forest, the author does not become numb and take it for granted or feel sad. Instead, he firmly believes that "spring must have been like this before, or somewhere, it is still like this, right?" ", Infected by the author's words and her persistent beliefs, our hearts can't help but sublimate, and we also want to go with the author to "visit the spring that wanders in the distant era."
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