In the morning post of August 19 19, Bing Xin published her first essay "Hearing Feelings on 2 1 Day" and her first novel "Two Houses". 1923 Before and after studying abroad, he began to publish a series of communication essays with the general title "To Young Readers", which became the foundation work of children's literature in China. 1946 was hired as the first foreign female professor by Tokyo University to teach the course of China New Literature, and returned to China in 195 1 year.
1February 28th, 999 At 2 1 p.m., Bing Xin died in Beijing Hospital at the age of 99, and was known as the "old man of the century".
The following is "Mother Lotus Leaf" written by Bing Xin, and I will enjoy it with you.
My father's friend gave us two pots of lotus flowers, one red and the other white, which were put in the yard.
Lotus leaf and lotus flower
For eight years, I haven't seen lotus flowers in the yard-but there are many in my hometown garden; Not only those with the same pedicel, but also those with three pedicels and four pedicels are red-violet in color.
One moonlit night nine years ago, my grandfather and I were enjoying the cool in the garden. Grandpa smiled and said to me, "When our garden first opened in Santillian, it happened that you three sisters joined our big family. Everyone is happy and said that it should be Huarui. "
I feel a little bored when I hear the complicated rain in the middle of the night and get up early on a cloudy day. When I looked out of the window, the white lotus had withered, floating on the water like a boat with white petals. There is only a small lotus leaf and a few pale yellow flower whiskers left on the stem. That red lotus was a cymbal yesterday, but it was full this morning, standing gracefully among the green leaves.
Still uncomfortable! -I wandered for a while, and there was a loud thunder outside the window. Then it rained heavily, and it rained harder and harder. The red lotus flower was tilted left and right by the dense raindrops. Under the empty sky, I dare not go down the stairs or think about it.
Calling my mother in the room, I quickly went over and sat next to my mother-when I turned around, I suddenly saw a big lotus leaf next to Honglian, which slowly tilted down and covered it ... My restless mood disappeared!
The rain did not subside, but red-violet did not waver. Raindrops kept beating, only on the brave and kind lotus leaf, some weak water droplets gathered.
I was deeply moved-
Mom! You are a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus, and the rain in my heart is coming. Except you, who is the shade under my unobstructed sky?
1July 2, 9221day
Appreciation of Works This is a prose poem, which is a metaphor for people holding lotus leaves to praise their mothers. The article starts with the lotus in our yard, focusing on the red lotus in the rain. In the rain, the author found that the lotus leaf was covered with red lotus, which touched himself, so he had associations, remembered his mother and the scene of her taking care of her children, so he took this opportunity to express his feelings for her to protect the growth of children. Writing lotus flowers like this compares me to a red lotus, and my mother is a lotus leaf with vivid image. Yes, even the lotus leaf will consciously protect the lotus, not to mention the mother loves her children. "After the prose, a few simple strokes clarified the theme and deepened the center." "Rain in my heart" refers to the ups and downs on the road of life, and only my mother is the one who protects herself from the ups and downs on the road of life.