Reading Gorky's essay Haiyan 1
I really want to go to the seaside.
Living by the Yangtze River, I often like to walk by the river, just because I miss the scenery by the river embankment. However, I prefer to go to the seaside, and my feelings for the sea have never faded with the passage of time.
In my mind, there is always a touch of blue lingering. The sea is my dream place.
It is always said that blue represents melancholy, but in my opinion, blue also represents purity and profundity.
Seeing, listening and reading the sea has always been my dream. For the sea, although people don't come, their hearts yearn for it.
In the depths of my memory, I have always had deep feelings for the sea. I can't tell where the complex of the sea comes from. I don't know if it's because I saw Gorky's Haiyan, Andersen's Daughter of the Sea and Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea. In a word, I can't tell my thoughts and attachment to the sea. No matter where I am, the seaside scenery will always be the most cherished scenery in my heart.
Nowadays, as long as I see that there are rivers, seas, waves, waves, sand, gulls, sails and boats in the names of netizens, it will always remind me of the sea, and it will always remind me of my good memories and yearning for the sea.
As far as I can remember, I have only been to the seaside once. It was a summer camp organized by the health school when I was a student. The place I went to was Qingdao, Shandong.
For the first time in my life, when I stood on the vast blue sea, I felt so small and my soul was so clear and thoroughly washed at that moment. Facing the sea, the past is gradually blurred, and those unpleasant memories are gradually shattered by the advancing tide and finally taken away by the tide.
That afternoon, I was staring blankly at the sea when I suddenly heard a childish voice: Dad! Dad! Help me put the sea water into the bottle quickly, and let's take the sea home! ? I looked inside. Oh, it turned out to be a little girl about three or four years old.
What a lovely child! Hehe, it turns out that she fell in love with the sea as much as I did.
I still remember my classmates and I rolled up our trouser legs, lifted our skirts and stood barefoot on the rocks by the sea, letting the waves splash on our feet; I still remember the scene where my classmates and I walked on the soft beach and happily grabbed the little crab; I still remember flocks of seagulls flying over the sea.
How many years have passed, and the sea and beach in my memory are still clear.
I like the tranquility and surging of the sea, the romance and amorous feelings of the sea, the melancholy color of the sea and the endless mystery contained in the sea.
Oh, I love the sea!
For thousands of years, the sea has always walked through spring, summer, autumn and winter with a constant pace, and always faced the world with a free and easy attitude. The rough waves show the courage of the sea, and the kiss of the waves shows the gentle love of the sea. I love the broad mind of the sea and the love of the sea.
In the sea breeze, there are songs that I hum. In the sea, there is my heart. On the beach, I have deep memories.
I always fantasize that one day I can bring a small tent or a clean tablecloth with my lover, and then take a few bottles of drinks and some sweet potatoes, or a few corn cobs (baked by a bonfire), sleep on the beach, watch the sunrise at sea and listen to the sound of the waves. I think it must be beautiful, beautiful!
I often like to meditate alone in the dark, listening to the gentle songs of the evening breeze, and let my thoughts wander to the seaside. I try my best to know everything about the seaside.
In life, there are always some unforgettable scenery. The sea is always a beautiful complex in my heart.
I really want to go to the seaside?
Recite Gorky's essay Haiyan II.
On the vast sea, the wind gathered dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, Haiyan flies proudly like black lightning.
One moment its wings beat the waves, and the other moment it went straight into the dark clouds like an arrow. It cried. It was in the brave cries of birds that the dark clouds heard the joy. Yelling here? Full of longing for the storm! In this cry, the dark clouds heard the power of anger, the flame of enthusiasm and the confidence of victory. Seagulls groaned before the storm came. They groaned and flew around in the sea, trying to hide their fear of storms to the depths of the sea. The sea ducks are moaning, too. They, sea ducks, can't enjoy the joy of life and fighting: the roaring thunder scares them. Stupid penguin, timidly hiding his fat body under a cliff? Only the proud petrel flies bravely and freely on the foam sea! Dark clouds are getting darker and lower, pressing against the sea, while the waves are singing and rushing to the sky to meet the thunder. Thunder roared. Waves cry in angry water droplets and contend with the wind. Look, the strong wind has set off layers of waves tightly. Throw them on the cliff and smash these large jadeites into dust and dust. Haiyan cried and flew, like black lightning, like an arrow through the dark clouds, and its wings swept up the water droplets of the waves. Look, it's flying like an elf. Proud spirit of the black storm? Is it laughing and howling again? It laughs at those dark clouds, and it cries for happiness! This sensitive elf? From the rage of the thunder, it had already heard that it was sleepy. Convinced that dark clouds can't cover the sun. Yes, it can't be covered! The wind roared? Thunder? Piles of dark clouds, like blue flames, burn in the bottomless sea. The sea catches lightning arrows and extinguishes them in its own abyss. These lightning shadows, like salamanders, meander in the sea and disappear in an instant. ? Storm! A storm is coming! This is the brave Haiyan, flying proudly in the roaring sea and in the middle of lightning; This is the prophet of victory shouting:? Let the storm come more violently!
Recite Gorky's essay Haiyan 3.
The seaside situation in early summer
? By the sea? Fisherman's girl is at the seaside, weaving a net? . Now standing by the sea, I close my eyes slightly, and the salty sea breeze, accompanied by the tidal sound, brushed my cheeks and remembered this song in my ear. Is this me? The land of first love.
It was an early summer ten years ago. I picked up my picture folder, took my equipment, rode on my bike and set foot on the road of sketching early. After about an hour, I felt a little cold on my face. Looking from a distance, the horizon is flushed and Tianshui sets each other off. I can't tell whether it is the sea or the sky. Before I knew it, I had reached the seaside. At first sight, my heart suddenly opened up. While I was enjoying the beautiful scenery, a voice called back my thoughts. Brother, are you here to paint? Where are you from? I couldn't take my eyes off a girl with a long comb and a blue dress. Look carefully, medium height, oval face, a pair of watery and clever eyes under the white skin, and there are seventeen or eighteen girls standing not far from me. Behind several large and small fishing boats docked at the seaside, faintly visible fishing fire flashing, far and near different. I have an idea of a landscape painting in my mind.
During the chat, I learned that her name is Niu Niu,/kloc-the fisherman's daughter of 0/8 years old. She wants to apply for the Conservatory of Music and practice at the seaside every morning. This time, it is the time when Chu Yang rises. I took the easel off my bike, put paper on it, took out the color box from my toolkit, waved my brush and painted the beautiful scenery in front of me.
About an hour and a half later, it was dawn. It's past seven in the morning, and my work is almost finished. At this moment, Niu Niu came running? Dude, you draw really well. Why am I still in there? I smiled and said: I just can't draw well. Do you like it? Can I give it to you? . She jumped up happily and said with a picture, I'm leaving. It's time for school. There will be an exam next month. Can I give you a song as a reward? , said, and then sang? By the sea. With the fading of the song, watching her far away, my heart is mentioned from time to time? . This could be? Fate? All right.
From that day on, my heart could not be calm, appreciated or moved for a long time. . I want to see Niu Niu again every time I go to the seaside, but the weather is not beautiful. I have been there more than ten times, but I can't see her back. I always feel that there is something wrong with my painting.
With the passage of time, this impression gradually faded in my mind and my mood gradually calmed down.
On an accidental day, I met Niu Niu again.
It was the summer vacation of one year, and on a bus, I returned to Laoting. Sitting next to a girl on the bus, perhaps from the heart. The purpose is to see a car movie on the way back. I put my backpack on the luggage rack and took out my sketch book from my bag. I was just about to sit down when this girl stared at me? Are you brothers? I still have the picture you gave me. ? Suddenly, I was at a loss. At this point, the flight attendant said:? Please sit down, we are leaving. ? At this time, I happened to be sitting next to Niu Niu. It was probably the first time I had such close contact, which made me breathless. A word interrupted my deadlocked thoughts. ? Brother, you have a holiday. It's been a long time. ? At this time, Niu Niu is no longer a little girl. Chatting all the way down, she learned that Niu Niu went to Shijiazhuang for a month's music knowledge training from that day on, and was admitted to the Music Department of Hebei Normal University in September.
How time flies! Unconsciously, the bus pulled into the pavilion. Before getting off the bus, we left our mailing addresses with each other. I stood outside the window and kept waving to her, while the bus continued to sail to the seaside. My mood was once again?