Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is 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 doesn't make you cold", 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 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, and the grass is green to the 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 and by the stone bridge, some people are walking slowly with umbrellas, and some farmers are working in the fields, wearing 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, be full of energy and do your own thing. "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.
Appreciation: In fact, this poetic Ode to Spring is full of the writer's thoughts and feelings in a specific period, his pursuit of life, and even his personality, which shows the traditional cultural accumulation in the writer's bones and his yearning for a free realm.
After 1927, Zhu Ziqing has been searching for and creating an ideal world in the depths of his soul-the world of dreams, which is used to place his "rather restless" boxing heart, resist external interference, make himself "independent" in claustrophobic study, and achieve his academic achievements.
Spring describes and eulogizes a lush spring, but it is a vivid portrayal of Zhu Ziqing's inner world.
Zhu Ziqing's "spring scenery" is not the warm and humid spring scenery in his hometown of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, nor the magnificent and abundant spring scenery in the northern suburbs, nor the sketch faithfully copied by the painter, but the artistic picture brewed by the writer under the inspiration and inspiration of nature. There are too many mind codes hidden in this picture.
2. "Green"
I went to Xianyan for the second time and marveled at the green of plum rain pool.
Plum rain pool is a waterfall pool. There are three waterfalls in Xianyan, and Meiyu Waterfall is the lowest. When I walked to the side of the mountain, I heard the sound of rushing; Looking up, a piece of shiny white water appeared in front of me with two wet black edges. Let's go to Meiyu Pavilion first. Meiyu Pavilion faces the waterfall; Sitting on the edge of the pavilion, you can see all this without looking up.
Deep under the pavilion is the Meiyu Pool. The pavilion stands in a prominent corner of the rock, and it is empty from top to bottom; Like an eagle spreading its wings and flying in the sky. There are mountains on three sides, like a half ring; People are at the bottom of the well.
It's cloudy in autumn. Slight clouds flow over our heads; There is a little oil on the rock surface and grass, and it is green because of humidity. And the waterfall seems to be particularly loud. The waterfall rushed down from above, as if it had been torn into strands; It is no longer a neat and smooth cloth. There are many edges and corners on the rock; When the waterfall flows, it makes a sharp crash and splashes like flying flowers and broken jade.
The splashing water is crystal clear and full of awns; From a distance, like a small white plum, it rained one after another. It is said that this is the reason why Meiyu Pool got its name. But I think it is more accurate to be like Huayang. The breeze rises, and it drifts a little with the wind, which is more beautiful. At this time, I accidentally sent a few minutes into our warm arms, and then I got into it and couldn't find it anymore.
The sparkling green of Meiyu pool attracts us; We started chasing her clutch light. Grasping the grass, climbing the rocks, leaning down carefully and bowing on a stone dome door, we reached the edge of the swimming pool. Waterfalls are between sleeves; But there is no waterfall in my heart. My heart swings with the green of the pool.
Intoxicating green, like a huge lotus leaf, is covered with strange green. I want to embrace her with open arms; But what an illusion this is. Standing at the water's edge and looking at that side, it actually feels a little far away! This paved thick green is really cute.
She wrinkled loosely, like a skirt dragged by a young woman, and she fiddled with it gently; Like a beating virgin's first love heart, it is smooth and bright, like being painted with "bright oil", as soft as egg white, like a moist jasper, but you can't see through her!
I have seen the poplars in Shichahai, Beijing, and I can't get rid of the yellow background. It seems too weak. I have seen a tall and dense "green wall" next to the Tiger Running Temple in Hangzhou. The endless green grass and leaves seem too thick. The rest, the waves in the West Lake are too bright, and the water in Qinhuai River is too dark.
Cute, can I compare with you? How to compare? Probably this pool is deep, so it can accommodate such a strange green color; As if the blue sky had melted into it, it was so fresh. That intoxicating green!
If I can cut your ribbon, I will give it to the dancer of light; She will be able to float in the wind. If I can fan your eyes, I will give it to the blind girl who is good at singing; She will have a pair of bright eyes. I am reluctant to part with you; How can I give up on you? I patted you and touched you with my hand, like a little girl of twelve or thirteen. I touched your entrance again and kissed her.
I'll give you a name, and I'll call you "green daughter" from now on, okay?
The second time I went to Xianyan, I couldn't help but marvel at the green of Meiyu Pool.
Appreciation: It seems that Zhu Ziqing is not writing prose. Facing the green of the Plum Rain Pool, he is reciting poems, singing and pouring out his heartfelt love.
The ancients said that poets wrote poems "with feelings but words". When the feelings are the most exciting, they "dance and are at a loss."
The above quotation is a clever metaphor and a beautiful association. The description of sound (such as music) and color (such as pictures) is like scattered pearls, but what connects them is emotion and touching passion. This is the secret of green charm.
Step 3 be in a hurry
Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; Peach blossoms have withered, but they will 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 8,000 days have 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?
Appreciation: In a hurry shows young intellectuals' pursuit of the future. As a petty-bourgeois intellectual, the author feels the pulse of the times. Zhu Ziqing's heart is full of confusion that he can't find a way out.
What the author reveals is not only personal helplessness, but also some young people who love life and pursue progress at that time, and they are also confused and depressed. However, Zhu Ziqing is not willing to sink in hesitation, and the author stands on his own "neutrality" position and pursues it persistently.
Although the society at that time was riddled with holes, he persisted in his way of life after ideological struggle. Maybe there is not necessarily light ahead, but he is determined not to stay in the darkness of reality. In the society at that time, how many young intellectuals, like the author, persisted in the pursuit of light and hope, bravely hurried forward on the road of life, leaving a hasty figure.
The expanded data Zhu Ziqing (1898165438+1October 22-1948 August 12), originally known as Huazi, Qiushi, later renamed Ziqing, has some conditions. China modern essayist, poet, scholar and democracy fighter.
Originally from Shaoxing, Zhejiang Province, I was born in Donghai County, Jiangsu Province (now Pingming Town, Donghai County, Lianyungang City), and later settled in Yangzhou with my grandfather and father, calling myself "I am from Yangzhou".
19 16 graduated from middle school and successfully entered Peking university preparatory college. Poetry published in 19 19. 1928 published the first collection of essays "The Back". 1in July, 932, he served as the head of the literature department of China, Tsinghua University. 1934, published in Europe and London. 1935 published a collection of essays, You and Me. 1948 August 12 died of stomach perforation in Beiping at the age of 50.
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