I love this land.
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Author: Ai Qing
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...-and then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
2. I love this land. My hometown, Guiyang, located in the middle of Guizhou Province, is one of the regions with the richest mineral resources in China. There are more than 50 kinds of mineral resources such as aluminum, coal, iron, magnesium, silicon, barite, marble, dolomite, limestone and kaolin.
Guiyang is located in the center of this area. Guiyang has a subtropical humid climate, with no heat in summer and no cold in winter. The annual average temperature is about 15 degrees, which is a beautiful place. Therefore, the population of Guiyang has grown rapidly in recent years, which has brought great pressure to Guiyang invisibly, because more houses will increase, and it is necessary to cover an area to build a house. Then, the "forest city" will soon become a house city, and buildings will rise from the ground. Although it is magnificent, have you heard the cries of "land" pressed by thick cement?
When you walk on the concrete road, it may have been a clear stream, as if silently accusing human beings of occupying its home. If we develop our land and occupy it indiscriminately, plants and animals will be far away from us. Without land, crops cannot grow. Maybe 30 years later, there will be yellow sand floating in the sky and the sky will be like a heavy casserole. The sun will hang listlessly in the sky, looking so tired, and the choking smell in the air is unbearable. By then it will be too late, and we can only do nothing.
It is often seen on TV that the ocean accounts for 70% of the total area of the earth and the land accounts for 30% of the total area of the earth, which shows how important land is to human beings, animals and plants. Friends, do you know that the utilization of natural resources has exceeded 20% of human self-renewal ability, and the life species on the earth have decreased by 35%, including freshwater species by 54%, marine species by 35% and forest species by 15%. Every day, countless construction teams desperately build houses in places that used to be rice fields, vegetable fields, fish ponds and groves.
Some rich uncles and aunts are selfish enough to build their own parking lots because they can't afford two or three houses. If the existing land is not strictly protected, mankind will have to move to another planet. Each of us likes green grass, its tenacious vitality and the fantasy of lying on it. It is a gift from nature to mankind. It stretches like a green carpet to the distance, making people shine at the moment and feel comfortable.
On the grass, senior three brothers and sisters are talking about their ideals in groups of three or five, and the old people are sitting there reminiscing about their youth. What a beautiful picture of life! I like the blue sky, its purity, and playing happily in its arms. It is a good friend of mankind. The blue sky and white clouds evoked many people's imagination: my sister said, "That's delicious cotton candy."
I said; "It's a white sailing boat floating on the sea, taking them to the other side of knowledge." Dad said, "It's the most precious wealth of people."
Land is a non-renewable and limited precious resource. Every citizen should join hands, cherish every inch of land, make good use of every inch of land, don't ruin his home for petty gain, and don't make Mother Earth cry for immediate comfort. When I was a child, I often had a dream that there was a square basket under a pile of colorful balloons. My cat and I are in that basket, floating in the wind, everywhere.
When I wake up from a dream, I always find myself firmly lying on a soft bed, and my cat meows at me in front of the bed, which seems to have telepathy. There is a small sapling in front of the door, which was planted by my father in the month when I was born. It is said that it will be healthier than the eldest child.
But I never understood why I eat obediently every day, but I don't grow as fast as it does. The sapling thrives on the nutrition of the earth. When summer comes, it already has a shade, which is my paradise. Childhood is more independent.
My father has been correspondence for many years, my mother runs a canteen alone, and my brother gets up early every day and walks to a far place to go to school. Usually, my mother will put me in a big basin at the door, and then throw a bunch of toys into it to accompany me day after day.
I can't feel the feeling of overlooking the earth without the treatment that adults often hold in their arms. I sat in my big basin and looked at the world curiously with my head tilted. I like every smiling face that passes by. They are also people who step on the earth like me and can't enjoy the treatment of overlooking the earth. The dream of flying into the sky by balloon has never stopped. I often fantasize in my big basket.
Turning around, I saw the saplings growing under the nourishment of the earth. I waved my chubby little arms and smiled and repeated my daydreams. It was winter when I was a toddler, and business at home was booming. My mother gave me three pieces inside and three pieces outside, dressed like a heavy machine. I walked forward with my feet crooked in the snow with joy, and got up slowly after falling, without crying or making trouble. If I see my smiling sister passing by, I will open my eyes and smile at her, and my sister will naturally pick me up.
It is also in this constant fall, in the zero-distance contact with the earth, that we can move forward steadily. When I was 9 years old, I felt itchy when I looked at the bicycle outside the door, so I pushed the bicycle down the small landslide at the school gate again and again. I never fear looking at the friendly concrete floor, so I don't fall much.
One day in my dream, I suddenly found that I could ride a bike. The next morning, I hurried to practice, and the wheels creaked, just like my dream. I moved several times when I was growing up. When I was a child, the big pot of saplings had long since disappeared, and the scars on my knees and arms had long since faded.
Not long ago, when I watched Shunji Iwai's movie, the heroine shouted, "How are you?" Then I fell gently on the snow, pale and sad. At that moment, my dream seemed to start burning again, bright and dazzling, like fireworks all over the sky. Bend down to smell the fragrance of the soil, the pain will continue and the injury will not stop, but I have gradually learned to smile indifferently in close contact with the soil.
When I set foot on the earth, I will try my best to support the blue sky.
3. Help write a composition: I love this land, and I love this passionate land.
Two years ago, I walked into this elegant and beautiful Jiangnan town from the open and vast North China Plain. Perhaps the rugged mountains in the north, the fast-flowing water and the simple folk customs have branded me too heavily and deeply in my memory. I have an emotional knot for the exquisite jasper-like family in the south of the Yangtze River and the indifferent human feelings behind the charm of modern cities.
It's rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, which is my first impression when I first arrived in the south. Rain is always like fog and smoke, falling slowly, making people's thoughts linger in a daze. Time, like a raging wave, keeps rushing to the beach, taking away the past sand and leaving fresh shells. Slowly, the picturesque scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, the story of Bai Niangniang's loyalty and affection, and the just artillery fire of Jiao Shan Fort against the invaders all made me feel that I was too naive and extreme before. There used to be a small wooden boat that just appeared in the shadow in Baiyangdian Lake in North China, and didn't the grassland in Laomaoshan area also ambush guerrillas who made the enemy frightened? The snow in the northland is heroic, and the tenderness in Jiang Nanyu is full of admirable elasticity. Yes, they are two pearls of China. Who can tell which one is brighter and which one is more charming? I began to like this beautiful land from the bottom of my heart. But vaguely, I feel that she seems to be missing something, not so perfect and not so ideal. Yeah, what's missing? Is it the harmonious neighborhood of the quadrangle in the north, or the apology after the bicycle collision on the road, or ... I thought for a long, long time.
In the north, when it comes to southerners, it is always said: "Business is a thief." Under the impact of modern commodity tide, under the temptation of money, under the attack of colorful western foreign goods, foreign ideas and theories, the south seems to be the first to fall into this whirlpool. With the continuous improvement of material living standards and the satisfaction of spiritual life, the warmth of the world seems to be a "forgotten corner". I really feel sorry for this lost precious feeling, and I also think about how to get it back and make this land more admirable.
The heavy rain in July, pouring down, shocked me: how can the charming Jiangnan resist this ruthless rampage? A farmland was flooded, a factory stopped production, and a family was in a hurry ... The world was boundless and covered by this rare rainstorm. In this ruthless season, the outstanding sons and daughters of Jiangnan stepped forward. Among them, Comrade Zhou Yishun, an ordinary villager in his forties and a deputy to the National People's Congress, gave his life bravely to eliminate the danger. There are countless cadres in party member who lead the masses to fight on flood control levees and the front line of flood control. They fight against nature and fate with their own flesh and blood and will. Some people lie on this beautiful land and rest forever, and never get up again. When the wild horse-like flood finally retreated to the front of the city wall and the land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River revived, I couldn't help exclaiming loudly: What a tragic story! What a land of affection! What a group of heroic sons and daughters of Jiangnan! For the sake of the country, the collective and others, they would rather abandon the feelings of mother and daughter, husband and wife, father and son, and integrate themselves into this flood-fighting torrent of "heartless people", and their feelings have sublimated to a higher level. This is really a land of affection. If not, how can we raise such a loving child?
The emotional knot in my heart was finally untied. In the process of reform and opening up, Jiangnan has not lost its original innocence and nature, but has added more abundant colors. It has not only cultivated many outstanding talents, but also created and continues to create groups of ordinary and great ordinary people who are full of infinite affection for the people.
I love this passionate land, and I have planted a deep wish on this land: to carry forward national traditions and pursue modern elegance! I am proud that I am also a grass in this land.
4. Write a composition on the topic of land, and give some suggestions with reference to Ai Qing's I Love this Land. The oath of the land Duanmu Hongliang has a passionate love for the vast Kanto Yuan Ye.
I heard her calling my name all the time and I heard her calling me all the time. I sometimes put my hand on my chest. I know my heart is still beating, and my heart is still spewing blood, because I often feel that it is overflowing with enthusiasm.
When I lie on the ground, when I look up at the stars in the sky and hold a handful of dirt in my hand, or when I recall my childhood memories, I will think of the towering green birch forest and the beautiful birch trees standing upright on the Yuan Ye. I saw galloping horses, Mongolian dogs howling in the middle of the night, and I heard the creaking whip rolling down the mountain stream; I think of sorghum like red cloth, golden beans, black land, ruby face, jet eyes, colorful mountain carvings, Mercedes-Benz deer, pine-scented coal and red gold; I remembered the distant bell, the horse running on a straight road with a string of bells on a sunny day, the late-night conversation of Fox Fairy, and the grotesque wind in Yuan Ye ... At this moment, I heard my hometown calling me, and a voice called me from my hometown. She whispered my name, so anxious that I had to go back.
I'm always bothered by this sound. No matter where I go, even if I sleep soundly or wake up suddenly in my sleep, it suddenly occurs to me that I should go back. I have to go back. I never wanted to leave her.
This kind of voice is irresistible and can't be chosen. This voice will always communicate with my heart.
When I think of my hometown, I can see the deep layer of the earth, rolling with a red mature mud, which is the source of sound. In that ancient stratum, there is a burning torrent, like my heart spewing blood.
I know this. I often put my hand on the ground and feel her beating, just like my heart. They never stop, their blood keeps flowing, they are calling each other warmly and tacitly, and one day they will meet.
The land is my mother, and every inch of my skin has soil particles; As soon as my palm approaches the ground, my heart becomes calm. I am the blood of the land, and I can't leave her.
On the land of my hometown, I have printed countless footprints of myself. I buried my laughter in that field. I caught a grasshopper on that rice and left my handprint on that heavy pick.
I have eaten my own cabbage. The soil in my hometown is fragrant.
In spring, when the east wind blows, the fragrance of the earth wafts from the fields. The river is shallow, the wicker rushes out like a misty rain, and the air is filled with the sound of joy.
There are songs everywhere in Yuan Ye, the sky is clear and transparent, and the sound of labor rings from one end to the other. In autumn, silvery white spider silk hangs on the horn, and the grain truck pulls the grain back. Sparrows are tired of eating and flying around.
The aroma of rice grains is rich, and the yard rolling through the new valley is ringing, so beautiful and rich ... no one can forget her. I will fight for her to the end.
Land, vilen, my hometown, you must be liberated! You must stand up! Every night I hear the sound of hooves, and the children of the grassland call on the horizon at dawn. Then I got up and looked for the big bear in the north in the sky. In its golden light, it is my hometown.
I watched over there until dawn. I will never forget it, because I promised her that I would come back to her, and I promised that I would definitely go back.
I would give anything for her. I must see a more beautiful hometown in front of me-or in front of my grave.
I will wash away all her filth and shame with my tears. The 10th anniversary of September 18th.
5. What is the main content of I Love This Land? After the outbreak of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, Ai Qing shared the national disaster with high patriotic enthusiasm and devoted himself to the great anti-aggression struggle. He picked up a pen and wrote many beautiful poems, among which "I love this land" is one, written in the early days of the Anti-Japanese War, and it is a masterpiece that inspires the poet's emotions through the land. We can learn this poem. Affectionate imagery is artistic conception. "Land" and "Sun" are two main images in Ai Qing's poems. "Land" symbolizes the troubled motherland that gave birth to him and raised him, so the image of "land" embodies Ai Qing's deepest love for the motherland and the people and his deep concern about the national crisis and the sufferings of the people. We can see this from the title of the poem, such as "Why do I often have tears in my eyes?" Because I love this land deeply ... ",these two true and simple poems tell the eternal" land "complex in the poet's heart. From this, we can easily draw a conclusion that Ai Qing's poems have a unique world of aesthetic images. Second, as a lyric art, poetry works need to constantly strengthen feelings in order to arouse readers' heartstrings for a long time. This poem echoes in a melancholy tone and is depressing. Because I love this land deeply ... ",the sentence is mixed with melancholy and sadness, but this lyrical tone is the response of the poet's sensitive heart to the reality of national suffering and people's miserable life, and it is also the reflection of his extremely eager feelings. People are not birds and beasts, it goes without saying that this poem begins with "if", which is the first layer of reinforcement. Who doesn't know that birds are beautiful and crisp, and this poem is "hoarse"? Therefore, the objects of singing appear in the poem one after another: land, river, wind and dawn. It is particularly noteworthy that when describing these images, the poet reached the point of poverty and tears of joy, which fully reflected the artistic characteristics of this freestyle poet. We know that the word "de" is mostly avoided or rarely used in writing poems, not to mention those folk songs. Even writing free verse, many people are afraid of "virtue". Ai Qing, on the other hand, dares to express his lingering feelings with a series of long sentences composed of "de", and likes to add a large number of adjectives and modifiers in front of the described object to express the appearance of the object, forming a special three-dimensional sense and sculpture sense, which is an important feature that distinguishes Ai Qing's liberal poetry creation from other liberal poetry writers (such as Tian Ye). I love this land, and it is no exception. If we look at the modifiers such as pathos, fierceness and gentleness specially added by the poet before the headwords such as land, river and dawn, it is not difficult to see the mystery. These long sentences describing landscapes such as land and rivers mentioned above can be said to be the third layer of reinforcement. This is the suspense left by the author at the beginning. Just as the reader was impressed by the poet's constant singing-tenacious vitality, I didn't expect this poem to suddenly take a big turn. After a dash, it highlighted "I am dead" and made the body fertile, so there was a strong contrast between life and death. In this strong contrast and contrast, the bird's persistent love for the land was really. At this point, the suspense above has been solved. Finally, it needs to be pointed out that the "bird" in the poem is a generic name and a * * * name, which is a new artistic pursuit made by the poet without any support. The "hoarse throat" in the poem is purely caused by the tragic atmosphere in the early days of the Anti-Japanese War, and it is also the special temperament of this "sad poet".