Every green leaf tells the story of spring. There are as many green leaves as there are spring stories. In Zhang Xiaofeng's works, spring is spiritually, poetically and personally rendered, and according to its own unique way of existence, it is brewing its own story and planning its own beauty.
In order to reveal the arrival of spring, Zhang Xiaofeng skillfully used anthropomorphic techniques, taking Spring Must Be Like This, Spring Must Be Like This and There Must Have been Such a Story about the Name of Spring as a series, writing the charm and warmth of spring from multiple angles, colors and levels, and repeatedly reminding readers not to ignore the subtext of "once".
Throughout the ages, there are countless poems about spring. Zhang Xiaofeng's writing about spring still gives people a strong sense of strangeness. For example, spring is "like Julian Waghann with bright flags, beautiful because of long-term pious prayers". As for the origin of the name spring, the author is even more whimsical, saying that a long time ago, "a lamb suddenly felt juicy when eating grass, and a child suddenly felt soaring when flying a kite …". They rushed to tell each other and shouted the voice of "spring": the name of spring was born! What a fresh description! Even for readers who have read too many poems about spring, this description still has enough attraction and impact, as if a fresh spring breeze blew into their minds and suddenly turned green.
Reading Zhang Xiaofeng's Nostalgia in Spring reminds people of Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond. The first sentence of Zhu Ziqing's famous article is "I feel quite uneasy these days", and the scenery is all behind it. In fact, the most crucial thing in the article is probably the first sentence. On the other hand, Zhang Xiaofeng's article is completely different. At the beginning, he wrote about spring magnificently, and finally, he made a special point-"Through the black forest of chimneys, I want to visit the spring that lingers in the distant years".
This is the title eye of this article. Zhang Xiaofeng looked back on "ancient times" for a long time, but it turned out to be a contrast to "now", that is, an accusation that chimneys like forests pollute the environment! Suffering from modern environmental pollution, the author thinks of the ancient spring that is gone forever-the pure, warm and graceful spring. In this way, a landscape prose with rich text and emotion has sociological significance and touches the readers' heartstrings heavily.
Nostalgia in spring
(Zhang Xiaofeng, Taiwan Province Province)
Spring must be like this: from the foot of the castle peak, a handful of snow can't hold on, with a splash, the cold face turns into a painted face, and a song is sung from the clouds to the foothills, from the foothills to the low and desolate villages, to the hedgerows, to the yellow webbed ducklings and to the soft and soluble spring mud.
So charming, so sensitive, but so chaotic. A thunder can make clouds cry all over the sky for no reason, and a cuckoo cry can make a city full of azaleas. When a gust of wind rises, every willow tree will sing a white, empty, inexplicable and inaudible fly. Every fly is a semicolon of a willow. Anyway, spring is so unreasonable and illogical, but it can still be good and calm.
Spring is destined to be like this: an old root clings to the dead stem of a pool full of dark leaves and flowers, and the roof beams of thousands of families in the north gently hold up a small empty bird's nest after being disturbed by snow and wind. Then, suddenly, one day, peach blossoms captured the water profiles of all the mountain villages. Willow trees control the royal ditch and the folk river head-the spring water is like Julian Waghann with a clear-cut flag, which is beautiful because of long-term pious prayer.
As for the name of spring, there must have been such a story: before the Book of Songs, before the Historical Records and before the characterization of Cang Xie, a lamb suddenly felt juicy when eating grass, a child suddenly felt soaring when flying a kite, a pair of legs suffering from wind pain suddenly felt comfortable, and Qian Qian suddenly felt the blood of water when washing yarn by the river.
Birds can start measuring the sky again. Some are responsible for measuring the blue 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 those wings. Not all birds are excellent mathematicians. They chattered and counted, looked around, and finally dared not publish statistics.
As for all the flowers, they have been given to the butterfly to count. Give all the pistils to the bees for cataloging. All the trees were ruined by the wind. Leave the wind to the old wind chimes in front of the eaves to remember and inquire one by one.
Spring must be like this, or, somewhere, is it still like this? Through the black forest of chimneys, I want to visit the spring wandering in the distant years.
2. Imitate the homesickness in spring as a snow between 500 and 600 in the homesickness in winter, and come in a hurry with expectant eyes.
Snow, you are soft! Because in foggy days, in crazy summer, in bleak autumn, you are forgotten by your companions, and you feel the cold of winter alone. And when you walk sadly on the winter path, are you bullied by the wind? So, you made up your mind to become sacred in human heart and go to a mythical fairyland. You did it. You hugged? Holding the earth, you clearly see the children playing and the way adults look at you.
A plum, leaning on the corner alone? Bloom immediately.
Perhaps, only you will have such luxury; Perhaps, you are the only creature who dares to bloom in Leng Xue; Maybe you were born in that season. In order to be more exciting, you are in full bloom with the essence of life.
At this time, you can't see any recent movies. Jiaodie was afraid of the cold, and had already hid in the colorful dream of the Duke of Zhou. Even if you have magic, you can conjure up a butterfly or two to show that it is in love with flowers, and the flowers will certainly disdain it. Butterflies are flowers in the sky? Flowers? Public? Son, how can you kiss that sacred thing? Besides, cold plum will give proud snow after all. Only they can show the beauty of a winter!
"If it weren't for the freezing weather, how could plum blossoms smell sweet?" Proud snow casts the pride of cold plum, and cold plum carries the heroic soul fragrance of proud snow; Plum blossoms are three points white, and the snow will smell like plum blossoms for a while. So winter is like that legend, and the beauty of makeup has changed? Female, with its charm? Yan Hefeng? The man showed all her beauty and confusion.
It was like this before winter; The wind in late autumn withered a leaf first, and then withered the whole forest. So the bird flew away in disappointment; Red flowers have lost the foil of green leaves and quietly left one after another; The gods cry sadly for mankind-it is the rain in late autumn! When everything sighs, the wind is lingering. So, you came into being.
You first let a gust of wind sweep all the leaves into the ditch, and then let the rain dress up the snow as dying hope in 2008. So, everything in your arms is enduring, enduring, waiting, waiting. ...
Perhaps, Mei is the first life waiting for the sky! But since the cold wind is coming, why put up with it? Enjoy the only season of the year!
When life unfolds in the face of suffering? When you smile, the meaning of the test has long since disappeared. Are you alone? Stand above everything and accept all the gifts that life gives you.
As a result, the cold wind and the snow were robbed by artists and writers. -A relative smile in the painter's painting happily blended into the writer's words. ...
Winter must be like this, or, where is it still like this? Squeaking through the snow, my eyes disappeared in the sky along the direction of sound dispersion, traveling through time and space, and visiting the winter wandering in the distant years.
3. Imitate Zhang Xiaofeng's "Looking Back in Spring" and write an essay called "Imagination of Spring". There is a faint breath of spring in the cold wind of 700~800 words, announcing that the long wait is coming to an end. Plumes of rain gently brushed the flowers, leaving a shallow kiss. Every petal is perched, watching a quiet soul, eating and drinking silently cherished emotions and sadness.
In this way, winter passed.
I feel a little disappointed. This winter is a little ordinary, a little happy, and like a mountain spring, which makes people relaxed and happy. However, when it left, there was no news. It took back what it had brought, without even leaving a small snowflake. Perhaps, every winter is so short and chic.
Spring has come here.
As a result, every flower with a fragrant smile, dancing graceful posture, every drop of spring rain is calm as water. Silent classics, draw transcendental and refined pictures, outline them with breeze, color them with flowers, polish them with drizzle, and freeze them with blue sky. ...
So, does spring have its own scenery?
4. Imitate Zhang Xiaofeng's nostalgia for the past in spring, and write a 700-800-word essay called "Imagination of Spring". Shh! Keep your voice down. Listen to the thawing and collision of the river. Listen, the swallows are chirping and flying back. Listen, the bug is alive, buzzing,
Ah! It smells good. Smell it, peach blossom, apricot blossom and winter jasmine are all in bloom. I think I ate sweet fruit.
Look at the willow grass, hazy light green, approaching, light green disappeared, disappeared without a trace. You walked away disappointed, but when you turned around, light green came into your eyes again. Those grasses are so naughty. They are playing hide-and-seek with you!
It's a pity that the grandfather of Sophora japonica is still sleeping in and can't attend the grand ceremony of the animal and plant world: the Spring Festival.
The Spring Festival drum and gills help blow the trumpet, click click. Both the birds and the zerg are showing their loud voices. The little monkeys are preparing for the dance at the ceremony. It's a pity that his younger brother Dong is still naughty, and Grandpa Feng was beaten out of breath by him. Sister Xue also fell and broke the snow basin, and it began to snow heavily.
Then she came, the king of the forest cleared the way for her, and all the animals and plants stood on both sides of the street to welcome her. She drove her brother Dong away, helped her sister Xue up and picked up the snow basin. Suddenly, the snow stopped, the wind stopped blowing, and the weather became warm. Sister chun is here. Sister Chun waved, wiped away the tears of the earth, waved and dyed the earth dark green. At this time, Chunjie disappeared, carrying her long green dress and disappearing with light steps. ...
Animals and plants are more energetic, birds show their voices for everyone, streams run and jump happily, peach blossoms and apricot flowers compete to open, and willow grass no longer plays hide and seek, but competes to show its colors in front of everyone. Grandpa Sophora japonica woke up, and he couldn't remember what he had forgotten ...
Where's Sister Chun? She will always be by your side. In your heart, if you need her, she will be there to help you. ...
5. Imitate the nostalgia of Zhang Xiaofeng in spring and write an article about my former hometown. Spring must be like this: surrounded by countless colorful flowers, the ice on the river can't help shaking its body, which makes the river return to its former calm. Listen, who is singing? It turns out that a group of lovely larks are singing for the arrival of spring; The grass also stood up; As for flowers, they seem to be holding a competition, and each flower blooms its most beautiful smile and competes for the championship; There are bees. They don't seem to feel tired. They are busy all day, and spring is their busiest season. As for the children, they all ran out of the house, listening to the beautiful songs of birds, watching the busy figure of bees and smelling the attractive flowers. I love spring, its beauty, its vitality and prosperity!
Meng Siyu
Spring must be like this: from the land full of spring, the spring breeze can't help it at last, and it drives away the cold in winter. A cheerful song flies into the valley on Xiangyun, sings from the valley to the village that is welcoming spring, sings in the fence, sings in the chicken's heart, and sings in a long river-endless, like it is wide and long.
Fish wake up from the frozen river and they can measure the river again. Some are responsible for measuring the clarity of water, some are responsible for measuring the direction of water, and some are responsible for measuring the depth and density of water ... but fish are not as smart as humans after all. They spit bubbles, swam silently into the sea and lived a happy life. ...
Spring must be like this. Maybe he will change after 10 years. Through the long-sealed "Dragon Mystery", I came to the mysterious future world. I want to visit spring in the future. I love spring! o(╯□╰)o
Bloomberg
Spring has quietly come to us and quietly driven away winter; She awakened the sleeping grass with her beautiful voice; She embraced the earth with her arms. Suddenly, everything revived and there were signs of spring everywhere.
I like spring, quiet sky and changeable clouds. The sky in spring is so beautiful, dazzling and unreasonable. The cloud is so free, it doesn't need any decoration, it always wanders in the sky so carefree that I have to envy it.
? She walked through hot summer, beautiful autumn and silver winter. She kept the agreement and came to us again; She came running to us with fresh green; She brought us a longing for the New Year. The mysterious Spring Festival.
Wang Jingyi
? Spring must be like this: from the biting cold wind to the soft and warm spring breeze; From colorful snowflakes to lingering drizzle; From silence to vitality. "Spring Breeze is Green in Jiang Nanan" A gust of wind blew the river bank and the earth green, blowing a spring. A spring rain fell, awakening the budding flowers, a colorful spring.
? All kinds of flowers and leaves have different colors and charms, red enthusiasm, pink elegance, white nobility, blue simplicity and green profundity. No matter which color it is, it is the color of nature. Together, they draw a beautiful "spring picture". A bird song rings, awakening everything in hibernation and the vibrant spring. Rhododendrons, magpies and swallows are all standing on the branches covered with new leaves, chirping and singing the praises of spring.
6. Imitate "Homesickness in Spring" (Zhang Xiaofeng) (it is better to write "Homesickness in Autumn"), and make spring have a strong vitality through a series of spring images. After careful reading, we will find that almost every sentence in the text uses appropriate rhetorical devices. For example, in the first paragraph of the article, although there is only a short sentence, it uses four artistic techniques: personification, parallelism, overlapping sentences and metaphor, and melts feelings into the scenery, which is natural. In the following paragraphs, personification, parallelism, repetition, metaphor, contrast, synaesthesia, association and other techniques also emerge one after another. "Peach blossoms have captured the water profile of the mountain village." "Birds can start measuring the sky again. Some are responsible for measuring the blue 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 those wings. " All the flowers were given to butterflies to count. Give all the pistils to the bees for cataloging. All the trees were ruined by the wind. Leave the wind to the old wind chimes in front of the eaves to remember and inquire one by one. "... the author compares the indescribable image of spring in nature with the image and posture that people can perceive, giving readers vivid feelings.
Looking at the full text, we can find that the author repeated the sentence "Spring must be like this" at the beginning of the paragraph three times in the process of writing. This sentence is like a silk thread, which skillfully connects other languages such as Zhuyu, making this article clear and fully embodies the characteristics of prose "scattered in form, condensed in spirit"
At the same time, in this article, we can also feel the author's "unconstrained style" and "flowing" writing ideas.
In the first paragraph, the brushwork is like a smooth arc, natural, smooth and clean, just like meticulous painting, but from "yellow duckling" to "dissolving spring mud", it suddenly becomes a splash painting.
Spring has come, which is not only gentle but also full of vigor and vitality. Even some "barbarism", "Making white clouds cry all over the sky", "Fighting for a city of azaleas" and "Raising catkins flying all over the sky" are her representative works. There is a saying: "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" Full of expectations for spring. So once spring really comes, people's mood will be as excited, excited and unbearable as winning the battle! When explaining to us, the author gave full play to the wonderful use of personification rhetoric: provocation, fighting, unreasonable trouble, illogical, perseverance, holding, falling, control and so on. This makes spring look like a vivid barbarism and hegemony before our eyes.
When writing an article, imagination is the soul, and articles that have no imagination or can't make readers "extrapolate" are not good articles. The author links the tongue-twisting pronunciation of "spring" with "whistle", thus opening up the scene where people first created the word. Although this is not the case, it makes readers feel very novel and appropriate. As for the busyness of "birds", "butterflies", "bees" and "wind chimes" in spring, it fully shows the author's whimsy and ingenious mind.
However, if the article only stays in the leisure sketch in spring, it can only be regarded as a masterpiece and cannot be called a beautiful article. Let's look at the topic "Missing in Spring". Let's look at the last paragraph of the article, "Through the black forest of chimneys, I want to visit the spring that lingers in the distant years." After reading this, we can understand that the aesthetic spring described by the above author is a classical spring that the author thinks must be like this, but the reality is mostly "black forest of chimneys and chimneys" However, in the face of the ferocious face of the black forest, the author is not used to being numb or depressed, but is very firm in his belief that "spring must be like this, or where will it be like this?" Infected by the author's words and her persistent beliefs, our hearts can't help but sublimate and want to go with the author to "visit the spring that lingers in the distant years."
7. Ask for a 600-700-word composition "Farewell in Autumn", and it is best to imitate "Nostalgia in Spring". In autumn, I am a makeup artist, making the world particularly charming; In autumn, he is a magician, dyeing the fields golden. Autumn is a gentle woman, and the oncoming autumn wind is so light and soft. In autumn, all the delicate and charming flowers wither, so who is the protagonist of autumn? It's leaves. Walking on the path with trees on both sides, my eyes are full of fallen leaves. I picked up a leaf and observed it carefully. It turned out to be a maple leaf. Look, how beautiful she is! The leaves that extend around are mostly like palms with five fingers open, and the edges are slightly serrated. The veins on them are clearly visible and connected in series. Her color is more beautiful, just like a burning fire, so bright and dazzling. Sad people will be inspired to cheer up after reading it. I know that maple leaves are not only dazzling red, but also a series of charming colors such as yellow and green. I can't help wondering why only the maple leaf is red among all the yellow leaves. Is it because of the influence of autumn sunshine, or because I left my mother's tree, I thought and gently held her in my hand ... not only the maple leaves are lovely, but also many leaves are interesting. Look, I have found a good thing now, and that is Hollyleaf. Although ugly, he is very fierce. The spike on the side is his self-defense weapon. The cold dark green leaves of holly make yellow eyes full of vitality several times. Compared with delicate flowers, it also has some fun. In the distance, a few leaves fell. I ran to pick them up. There are ginkgo trees in miniskirts, noble and elegant phoenix trees, and ... because of them, life is more colorful.