A transparent stream is as clear as a mother's eyes.
In spring, your eyes are gorgeous;
In summer, your eyes are thick green;
In autumn, your eyes are clear;
In winter, you are tired-close your eyes and stop singing.
You breathe in the clouds in the blue sky, the sunset glow at dusk and the stars in the night sky; And left me as a child.
Oh! The rustling sugarcane forest and sweet wind by this stream once blew my childhood dream! I am lying beside you, leaning on my mother's chest, feeling very happy. ...
You are an ancient song in our life-
You see the procession riding donkeys coming, and some suona play funeral music;
You saw several burly men carrying heavy wooden coffins and sending the old man up the hillside;
You heard it too: the unicycle at the foot of the mountain crunched on the barren land. ...
Without you, who will leave us with natural colors;
Who will record the joys and sorrows of the mountain people for us?
Transparent stream, you gave me a pair of eyes that can distinguish colors.
When I am by your side and find myself a teenager, I want to go far.
Send me out of the mountain like you raised my mother!
Appreciate:
At the beginning of the article, the stream is regarded as "mother's eyes", and then the colors revealed in "eyes" in spring, summer, autumn and winter are written. This is not only a song for Xiaoxi, but also a song for my mother, because this brook once left my childhood figure and let me enjoy the happiness like a mother's love: she remembered everything that happened in the ravine, remembered the "joys and sorrows of the mountain people" and sent away the "I" raised. Xiaoxi is a song, mother is a song, and the article itself is also a sad lyric folk song. Xiaoxi, my mother. Mom, it's like this stream. Mom. You watched me grow up and took good care of me. I miss being with you. I feel maternal love! Please forgive me for being naughty when I was a child, and forgive me for being ignorant when I was a child! Let me make up for all this now. I love you, my mother!
south of the Yangtze River
light of the early morning sun
On the water, an ancient stone bridge arched like a beautiful eyebrow;
Under the stone bridge, there are bridges in the water, people and umbrellas, dogs and gardenias, bamboo hats, and the burden of selling steamed cakes, all swaying in the waves;
The river bank is narrow and steep; There are cloisters on the shore, and teahouses, bookstores and restaurants extend to the river; There are also residents, the stone steps at the back door of residents, and sisters squatting on the stone steps, washing vegetables, stepping on their feet and washing rice;
Their printed towels are like colorful herbs;
Their gentle words, like the return of Yan Zi, are playing the whisper of love;
On the bridge, under the bridge and in the basket, there are fresh squid, swordfish and mandarin fish;
In the bamboo basket, there are water-soaked water chestnuts, lotus roots, cymbals and water chestnuts;
Small streets, though paved with stone slabs, smell like fish in water, like rivers, like harbors.
Perhaps, this is Jiangnan. A sketch of Jiangnan corner.
Suzhou pingtan, the soft voice of the silk string;
That girl is more beautiful and smarter than Shi; Perhaps this is the image and character of Jiangnan. ...
Appreciate:
The prose poem Jiangnan is a beautiful article: the beauty lies in its poetic and picturesque artistic conception; Beauty lies in its witty remarks, which are meaningful. The combination of emotional beauty and linguistic beauty has become the unique style of this article. Jiangnan is a beautiful picture of Jiangnan water town, which is fascinating to read.
Taking Jiangnan as the topic, it is difficult to write: the vast Jiangnan has too many landscapes and customs to write, and how to write and choose the angle is quite painstaking. In this paper, the unique region of "Jiangnan Water Town" is appropriately selected, and the waterscape and characters are outlined with stretched and concise pen and ink. The full text is only 285 words, and it is only a corner of the south of the Yangtze River. But this corner is the epitome of Jiangnan, a typical Jiangnan with outstanding characteristics. There is indeed a leaf that knows the beauty of autumn.
idyll
Carl Chapik
Holland is a country with water, flowers and pastures. On the green lowlands between canals, black and white cattle, black-headed cattle and black cattle with white waist and blue mouth are grazing. Some cows are covered with damp-proof blankets on their backs. Cattle eat grass and ruminate, sometimes standing still, as if thinking about something. The calf looks like a noble lady and has a dignified manner. The old cow, like the parents of the cattle, is very dignified. At first glance, it is surrounded by green velvet grasslands and black and white cattle. This is the real Holland.
This is the real Netherlands: turquoise lowlands are embedded among canals, and herds of horses are fierce and strong, with legs as thick as cylinders and manes fluttering in the wind. Nothing can stop them from flying to Utrecht or Zfler except canals covered with deep grass. The vast Yuan Ye seems to belong to them. They are the masters and dukes of this free kingdom.
There are white sheep on the lowlands, and they are carefree on the green grassland like a paradise. The black pigs kept snoring, as if to express their approval for something. There are thousands of chickens and long-haired goats, but none. This is the real Holland.
Only in the evening did I see someone coming by boat, sitting on a small bench and milking a serious and silent cow. The golden sunset lay in the western sky, with occasional whistle in the distance, and then silence. Here, no one shouts, and the bell hanging around the cow's neck doesn't ring, and the milkman is more silent.
In the canal, ships full of milk barrels run slowly and smoothly, and cars and trains carry cans of milk to the city. After the car passed, everything was calm again. The dog didn't bark, the cows in the pen didn't make the sound of Cleisthenes, and the horseshoe didn't kick the baffle of the stable. It's really quiet Sleeping livestock, silent lowlands, dark night, only a few lighthouses in the distance glow slightly.
This is the real Holland.
[Note] The author Karl Chapik (1890 ~ 1938) is a Czech novelist and playwright. This article is selected from his masterpiece Ming Shen Tan.
[Appreciation]
At the beginning of this paper, the Dutch characteristics are marked, "the country of water, the country of flowers and the country of pasture". Later, he focused on the pasture and described the "real Holland" full of "pastoral poetry" with kind and peaceful brushstrokes, which showed the author's longing for pastoral life and expressed his feelings of loving peace and hating war. Nature and randomness show the skill of description. Lively and humorous style, giving people a sense of relaxation and comfort when reading.
Third, the wind and rain
Jiapingao
The forest is like a piece of dough, bulging all around. Drum up and sink, sink and drum up. Then he leans to one side and walks around; The ground is rising again and cannot be fixed; Suddenly, he jumped to the other side, constantly, suddenly big and small, suddenly gathered and scattered; No direction at all. Then everything is spinning, the Woods are crowded together, the green seems to be stretched a lot, twisted and twisted, and the fallen leaves rush to a huge mushroom and grow in the air. Wow, the sky is full of black spots, the green is completely squashed, and the houses and walls inside are clearly visible.
The weeping willows were all messed up, but when they were thrown into the air, they were surprisingly clear, suddenly stiff, and then threw themselves like hemp balls. Poplar leaves have changed their appearance thousands of times: the back of the leaves is turned upside down and gray; Turn around again, the green is deep and black. The reed fell down completely, and a broken stem stuck obliquely in the mud, making a crackling sound.
A sheep with a broken belt ran out of the fence, supported by its hoof, and suddenly ran into a tree, and then slipped on its hoof. Finally, it fell beside a dunghill and lost its white color. A girl in a red shirt rushed out to lead the sheep and wanted to return at once, but it was impossible. She whirled around the yard, screaming, only two steps away from the steps, and she couldn't walk long.
The vines on the locust tree can't be caught any longer, so they can only loosen their curled hands and feet and suddenly fall off like a dead snake and become soft into a pile. Countless flies are concentrated on the wires under the eaves, one next to the other, no longer flying, no buzzing, dark, the wires are getting thicker and thicker, falling into an arc.
A bird's nest fell from a big tree, rolled on the ground and scattered. Several birds screamed and flew to catch them, but they couldn't fly down. They floated to the right, tilted to the left, their wings shook suddenly, and their feathers turned into a ball of flowers, spinning and suddenly stopped in the air. They fell to the ground like stones without even making a sound.
In the narrow alley, a piece of waste paper was pasted on the western wall of the East Wall for a while, then suddenly rushed out of the wall and disappeared immediately. A wet cat ran as fast as it could, jumped over and onto the roof, which surprised him. Several tiles fell obliquely like leaves, suddenly fell vertically and broke into a pile.
The duckweed in the pond is as thick as a velvet quilt, protruding, protruding again, suddenly lifting a corner and swishing away; Water suddenly gathers and solidifies into a cone for a long time; Flapped down, smashed a hole, duckweed rushed around the pond, and several fish jumped around in the grass nest on the shore.
In the northernmost hut, the wooden frame creaked. The door is closed, the window is closed, and the oil lamp still doesn't work. On the heatable adobe sleeping platform, the old man was beating his waist and legs, but all the children were lying under the door, happily folding paper boats and letting them out one by one. ...
Appreciation of China's classic lyric prose.
[Appreciation]
The author mainly uses the technique of side foil to express wind and rain. A vivid picture is like slow motion in a movie, showing the storm from different sides and angles, forming a harmonious artistic picture as a whole. So the article describes "wind and rain". Although there is no word "wind and rain" in the article, the author describes that wind and rain are everywhere, and their shape, sound, spirit and rhyme are vivid. Savoring this article seems to expose readers to a stormy environment. Clever techniques and vivid descriptions are breathtaking and give people a dripping aesthetic enjoyment.
Trees on the cliff
Zhang Qinghe
Did you jump off the cliff in order to get rid of that cold and hunger? Is it to avoid the shame of being captured, after running out of ammunition and food, you threw yourself into this cliff without hesitation?
You really jumped down that day, like an eagle swooping down to hunt, like a meteor piercing the silent night. However, you didn't die, a steep cliff seam saved you, and a handful of barren soil raised you. Rooting, sprouting and growing leaves-since then, you have settled down here, day and night, year after year, and finally survived tenaciously and grew into clusters of breathtaking scenery. This is a wild jujube tree that has been swaying in my memory for 30 years, on the cliff of that big mountain in my hometown.
It is not tall enough, and its leaves are sparse and it blooms late. Clouds haunt it, fog fascinates it, rain attracts it, wind destroys it, frost oppresses snow, and lightning thunders. However, Zizyphus jujuba was not conquered. It does not bow, does not yield, and in numerous counterattacks and roars, it has forged an iron-like clank of iron, which embodies a strong sense of car-scrapping.
Time and time again, it fights and shouts in the wind and rain; Once, it tore the cloud to pieces; It forced the frost and snow to escape with majesty and obedience; It drives away thunder and lightning with fortitude and avoids others-
It knows that it can't become a pillar and a towering tree, but it still grows hard; It knows it can't hide its neighbors, but it still strives to prosper. Unlike peach trees in front of the mountain and pear trees behind the mountain, they are pampered and easy to coax, and their good temper will give you some color to see. Unlike poplars and willows eager for excitement. They occupied a good place with water, fat and soil, so they got carried away and just showed off. Zizyphus jujuba stands silently, not humble, not thin, not afraid of loneliness. Shake hands with spring and have a cordial conversation with the sun and the moon. The sky and the earth are full of colors. Never need anyone's special care and care, rely entirely on their own strength, grow into the life on that cliff, let people appreciate that touching style. It is sincere and not jealous, it is simple and not greedy; Raise your hand to greet passers-by and bow your head to congratulate and bless the winner.
That autumn, unconsciously, it actually produced a small jujube. There is only one, and it is almost invisible.
That jujube is a gift from the sun, moon and stars in the Spring and Autumn Period, and it is a concentrated Danxia neon cloud. Bright red, like agate, like pearls, like a burning flame, like the soul on the cliff of Wan Ren. The moment I saw its fruit, I suddenly had a strange idea: Zizyphus jujuba, maybe it is the heart of that Zizyphus jujuba tree that has worked hard for decades! With a heart, it will have a dream and embrace the world more warmly!
From language learning, number10,2001
[Appreciation]
The author describes a wild jujube tree that has been swaying in memory for 30 years. Consider and show from four aspects: first, challenge the fate of "hunger and cold" and "running out of ammunition and food" and pursue the existence of life; Secondly, it is to fight, fight back and overcome all kinds of disasters fearlessly and resolutely with "clank iron bone" and "lang lang car-scrapping"; Thirdly, it "knows that it can't be a pillar and a towering tree", but it never complains, and always "strives" to give full play to the extreme of life, strong and noble; Finally, when Zizyphus jujuba "a heart that has suffered for decades" shines on the cliff, it does not show off and stop, but "embraces the world more warmly". What an optimistic and precious outlook on life! This article is full of meditation, leaving readers with not only the taste of language, but also endless ideological enlightenment.
In a remote valley, there is a cliff thousands of feet high. I don't know when a Sayuri grew on the edge of the cliff. When the lily was just born, it looked like a weed. However, it knows in its heart that it is not a weed. In its heart, there is a pure thought: "I am a lily, not a weed. The only way to prove that I am a lily is to produce beautiful flowers." With this in mind, Lily tried to absorb water and sunshine, took root deeply and straightened her chest. Finally, on a spring morning, the first bud grew on the top of the lily. Lily was very happy, but the weeds nearby were very disdainful. They laughed at Lily privately: "This guy is obviously grass, but he says he is a flower, but he really thinks he is a flower." I don't think it has buds on it. It's a brain tumor. "In public, they mocked Lily:" Stop dreaming, even if you really blossom, your value is different from ours in this wilderness. "Occasionally, bees, butterflies and birds fly by, and lily will be advised not to bloom so hard:" Even if the most beautiful flowers bloom on this cliff, no one will appreciate them! Lily said, "I want to blossom, because I know I have beautiful flowers;" "I want to blossom, in order to complete the solemn mission as a flower; I want to blossom, because I like to prove my existence with flowers. No matter whether anyone comes to appreciate it or not, no matter how you look at me, I will bloom! " Under the contempt of weeds and bees and butterflies, Lily tried to release her inner energy. One day, it finally bloomed, and its white spirit and graceful charm became the most beautiful scenery on the cliff. At this time, weeds and bees and butterflies dare not laugh at it anymore. Lily is in full bloom, and there are crystal drops on the flowers every day. Weeds thought it was dew last night, and only lily knew it was tears of extreme joy. Every spring, lilies strive to blossom and bear seeds. With the wind, its seeds fell to the edge of valleys, grasslands and cliffs, and gradually, white lilies were everywhere in the valleys. Decades later, people came from hundreds or even thousands of miles away, from cities and villages, to enjoy the blooming of lilies. Many children knelt down and smelled the fragrance of lilies; Many couples embrace each other and make a vow of "a hundred years of harmony"; Countless people have seen the beauty they have never seen before, moved to tears and touched the pure and gentle corner of their hearts. There, it is called "Lily Valley". No matter how others appreciate it, the lilies all over the mountain will always remember the teaching of the first lily: "We should bloom silently wholeheartedly and prove our existence with flowers!"
Appreciating Lily written by Mr. Lin Qingxuan is not only on the cliff, but also on our hearts. Such a "lily" born on a overgrown cliff has a different belief from "weeds": "I am a lily". Not only that, it is also a doer, "trying to absorb water and sunshine, take root deeply and stand up." In the process of its tenacious struggle against the harsh natural environment, it also encountered another test that all strugglers could not avoid: the ridicule and contempt of the mediocre people around it (such as weeds, bees, butterflies and birds). But it didn't waver, didn't wander, stuck to its beliefs and finally filled the valley.
Keep a quiet heart. Life is an endless sea, and man is a boat on the sea. The sea is never calm, so people always have happiness and sadness. When nameless troubles hit, frustration and hesitation burned every nerve. But, my friend, don't forget to keep a quiet heart, and there will be no more pain. In front of everyone, there is a road to a distant place, rugged but full of hope. Not everyone can go very far, because there are always people who give up halfway because they don't empty the sand in their shoes. Therefore, what dominates people's feelings is not happiness and pain itself, but mood. When the troubles of life strike, please leave your baggage behind, look up at the bright blue sky and let the gentle blue shine into your heart. Just like when I was tired of playing as a child, I found a green and soft grass to lie down, let the sun fall on my face, and let the breeze blow my heart without wrinkles. When surrounded by layers of setbacks, please open the window, let the refreshing fresh air in, and find a little peace in the fragrant and sweet earthy breath, just like when you were a child, you picked up dandelion whiskers, puffed up your cheeks, blew open umbrellas after umbrellas, closed your eyes in surprise and made a wish. In this way, there is more comfort and joy in my heart. When the helpless melancholy comes, please open your eyes, watch the sunset and listen to the insects singing and birds singing. Just like when I was a child, I listened to the crickets in the yard and looked up and counted the twinkling stars in the sky. In this way, all the annoying noises gradually fade away, and what you have is a quiet heart. Keep a quiet heart, and you will sincerely sigh: even if I am not happy enough, don't frown. Life is too short, why should I study hard? Keep a quiet heart, and you will understand that broadness can dilute sadness and tranquility can dispel confusion. Yes, no one knows how far it is, but open the window of the soul and let the happy sunshine and moonlight flood in, and a quiet heart will have an eternal happy song. Keep a quiet heart, and you can constantly surpass and challenge yourself. Even if the distance is an eternal place, something will be born-a miracle. Appreciation from Youth Digest: the world is flashy and people are impetuous. Many people bump around like headless flies in this material world, and it is difficult to keep a quiet heart. Because people are restless, they have more troubles and less happiness; Many partners, few friends; There are more people sitting alone in the dead lamp and fewer people walking around; There are more people who are lazy and decadent, and fewer people who are active and enterprising ... "Indifferent and pure, quiet and far-reaching", how "quiet and far-reaching". Yes, only with peace can we have an open mind, have the courage to challenge and reach the peak of success. Let your heart calm down, you will become more beautiful and meaningful, you will become more mature and stable, you will become attached to happiness and shake hands with success. Keep a quiet heart and keep the whole world.