"Read ten thousand books, travel ten thousand miles", I often envy the ancients of this freedom and ease, think of reading a group of books at the same time and can walk the mountain waterproof, it is a very pleasant thing. Although subject to a variety of reasons they can not be as in the past most of the literati generally free to visit the mountains and fields, but the book is not also a natural reflection? Why don't I open the book and see the landscape? This is not lost as a life interest.
The Qing dynasty Zhang Chao said, "the article is the desk of the landscape, landscape is the article on the ground," carefully savored its own reasoning, quoted in a sentence can be said, the text is solidified landscape, landscape is the flow of words. A book is a long volume of humanistic landscape painting. Here there is "the desert ancient smoke" of the sad border, but also "small bridges and water" of the soft beauty of the South; here there is a man of letters, "laughing at the sky" of romantic freedom, but also military generals, "drunk on the battlefield", "drunk on the battlefield". "Drunk on the sands" of the heroic and heroic; here there is a classical architecture of ingenuity, but also the natural mountains and rivers of the ghostly workmanship ...... So, I look behind Li Bai, Du Fu, in Wang Bo, Su Shi's clogs marks on the contemplation of the white Lotte, Lu Fongong's recitation of the taste. The words and phrases are full of the closeness to nature, and even more full of the realization of life. Heaven and earth, a mountain, a water, a grass, a tree, all in its ink and color, or majestic and majestic or quiet and quiet, or the line of God's spirit or strange light and color, or wantonly spilled or carved, and gradually brought me into a colorful world, so that I see its color, hear its sound and rhyme, understand its true meaning, and then the heart soaring blue sky, the soul of the mountains and rivers.
Holding the volume in your hand, accompanied by the fragrance of the book, you will feel that the words between the lines are layers of clear mountains, brimming with green waves. Taste, there will be full of luxuriant grass, green trees soughing, there are full of smoke and mist, clouds and sunshine, such as the sound of murmuring springs, clear pine winds, such as the presence of strange peaks and steep mountains, the ancient customs, embracing the "sunset and the unruly fly", into the "autumn water *** long sky a color". The world is much wider in your mind.
Heart is a wind-driven stone, as long as the heart does not fade, do not sink, do not grow old, hold the volume in the hand there is a kind of condescension, full of green mountains of the atmosphere. 21st Century today, I am in the "Peach Blossom Garden" in the "Red Cliff Fugue" in the intoxication in the "Yue Yang Lou". "Yueyang Tower" under the gaze, in the "Tengwang Pavilion" in front of the reverie, to appreciate the "Qin Yue Han Guan" of the distant, experience the "desert smoke" of the tragic "The sadness of the desert ......
Lu You said: "Ten thousand volumes of ancient and modern elimination of the eternal day, a curtain of dawn to send the years." Ji Xiaolan also Yun: "books like green hills often chaotic stack, lamp book red beans most love each other." In the lonely years of study, if you add some landscape embellishments, then in the boring will inevitably add some crystalline color, aromatic flavor and refreshing rhyme, so that even if we are in the darkness of the night, the heart is always lit with an indestructible lamp.
Volume in the landscape. The book is like a clear spring on the stone, washing away the dust in my heart, and like a green lake white lotus, firming up my high moral character. The volume in the heart is the expansion of life experience and the height of the life enhancement.
Volume in the landscape
I like to bathe in the volume, because the volume in the landscape.
"The article is the shore of the landscape, landscape is the article on the ground," accidentally read the Qing Dynasty Zhang Chao this sentence, the heart is actually cheerful, why do not I bathe in the poems and songs of the predecessors, do not go out of the hut and full of miles of embroidery.
So, when I opened the book, just feel the words, all for the layers of green wood brimming with green waves, savor, there will be full of grass forlorn, green trees vivid, full of smoky arashi, clouds and sunsets, such as hearing the murmuring sound of springs, clear pine wind, such as in the strange peaks and peaks of the ancient road border, hold the "sunset sunshine and the unruly fly together"! Into the "autumn water *** long sky a color", the heart of the world for the opening of many.
I search behind Li Bai Du Fu, in Su Shi and Wang Bo's track marks on the meditation, in Lu You and Bai Juyi's recitation of taste, the poem outside the poem reveals the poet's affinity for nature, the yearning for life, "picking chrysanthemums under the East Fence, see the South Mountain," "lone boat Demoiselle Weng, fishing alone! Cold River Snow" is how the realm of life, "the waves between the river are sky surging, the wind and clouds on the ground is cloudy," and what a thrilling spectacular, a flower, a grass and a tree in the sky and earth in that ink and color, or magnificent, or quiet and quiet, or strange colors, or the shape of the spirit of the spirit; or wantonly spilled, or The carving of the carvings. Gradually bring me into a splendid world, let me watch its sound, taste its color, realize its true meaning, so that the heart soars blue, soul floating mountains and rivers!
I want to bathe in the book, because there are mountains and rivers in the book.
You can be anywhere, embrace the volume in the hand, there is a full of green mountains of the atmosphere. You can linger in the Peach Blossom Garden, reverie in front of the Tengwang Pavilion, in the Red Cliff Fugue in the intoxication, you can appreciate the "Qin Guan Han Yue" of the distant, "desert smoke" of the tragic.
Lu You said: "The book is like a green mountain often chaotic stack, the lamp is like a red bean amount of love." In the lonely study years of life, if you add some landscape embellishments, then it will be in the boring to add Ying dynamic color, fragrant flavor, as in the darkness, there is an indestructible light in the heart.
Open the volume to read the landscape, bathed in the sea of books. Volume has a rocky mountain spring, can wash the dust in our hearts, volume has a green lake white lotus, can give us elegant sentiment - reading, and as bathed in books, precipitate the world's red dust trivialities.
I would like to bathe in the sea of books, read the volume of the landscape.
Volume in the landscape Guo Tao
Leisure time, used to hold a book "Analects", listening to the teachings of the saints, feel the volume of the landscape.
What is the landscape in the Analects of Confucius? Some people can not help but ask. Indeed, the Analects of Confucius did not have a direct eulogy of the mountains and rivers, no "picking chrysanthemums under the East Fence, leisurely see the South Mountain" of the transcendent flavor, no "Yellow River water from the sky" of the waves of the magnificent, and there is no "how much platforms There is not the magnificent wave of "the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky", nor the deep sigh of "how many buildings in the smoke and rain", nor the poignancy of "the fallen flowers are independent, and the swallows fly in the drizzle". However, there are mountains and water in the Analects of Confucius: "He who knows is happy with water, and he who is kind is happy with mountains: he who knows moves, and he who is kind stays still." The "mountains and waters" in the Analects are its "benevolence" and "knowledge".
Confucius's benevolence, such as the towering Mount Taishan stands for ten thousand years without tipping. "The aspirant is a man of benevolence, who kills his body to become benevolent, and does not seek life to harm benevolence." According to Confucius, "benevolence" is the highest norm for human beings, and is more important to uphold than life. I was y shocked when I read these words, "Wen Xing Zhong Xin", which is the highest interpretation of the meaning of "Ren", isn't it? The literary spirit of Fu Zi comes from his benevolence to all things in the world and his genuine respect for the living beings in the world. His "loyalty", his "faith", and all his virtues are the practice of "benevolence". The word "ren" does not appear much in the Analects, but every word and every paragraph makes one feel as if one were among the 3,000 disciples of Confucius, worshipping his words and deeds. "Confucius climbed the East Mountain and was small in Lu, and climbed Mount Tai and was small in the world." It was the world that became small under his "benevolence". The benevolence of Confucius is like a mountain, a mountain that will never fall and will never be overcome.
Confucius's wisdom is like a river flowing for ages. "To know is to know, not to know is not to know, is to know." The "wisdom" in Confucius' eyes is not worldly-wise or clever, but the wisdom under benevolence, the great river in the mountains. "When Zi heard the Shao in Qi, he did not know the taste of meat for three months." Zhi in the Analects is an attitude, a thirst for human wisdom, an affirmation of the view that spiritual wealth is superior to material wealth. "If one learns alone and has no friends, one is alone and has heard little." Wisdom is not private wealth; it truly realizes its value when it is shared by people. Confucius' interpretation of wisdom adds another touch of color to the Analects of Confucius. From the "wisdom" in the book, we feel how the hands that have sorted out the poetry of "Si Wu Zhi" have transformed the wisdom of the poem "Joy without obscenity, sorrow without sadness" into a spring breeze. We can feel how the hands that have organized the Poetry Scriptures of "Thoughts Without Evil" have turned the wisdom of the Poetry of "Joy without lust, sorrow without hurt" into rain, and irrigated the world: we can feel how the ears that have listened to "Joy", and the eyes that have understood "Rites" and "Yi", have transformed the spirituality of the water into the rolling waves of human thought.
The benevolence and wisdom in the Analects of Confucius let me, a descendant, feel the highest mountain and the deepest water in the world. The mountains are high, and I have only one thing to say in the face of the scrolls full of mountains and waters
"If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die in the evening."
Commentary
Can choose the "Analects" into the pen, can be seen in its boldness; can see from the "Analects" in the landscape, can be seen in the sharpness of its eyes: can see "landscape" is its "benevolence" and "knowledge", can see "landscape" is its "benevolence" and "knowledge", can see "landscape" is its "benevolence" and "knowledge". "Knowledge", enough to see the depth of its understanding; can be interpreted from the landscape, "the rolling waves of human thought", enough to see the strength of its pen; can be in the courteous and easy to complete this article, enough to let people feel that the " The newborn" of the fearful.
Prose class
Volume in the landscape
Zou Xia
Pin a furnace of Yi'an's Rui Brain, a pot of Qinglian's wine, casually turn over the volume of dusty past, countless or tragic or gorgeous or colorful or elegant images come to the surface.
There are mountains in the volume.
Look! That is "the creation of the gods, yin and yang cut the dawn" of Mount Tai, more than a thousand years ago, the old man worried about the world will be his little passion left here. Look! That is "cross look into the ridge side into a peak, near and far, different heights" of Mount Lu, in this thousands of changes in the mountains, you can find Suzi left behind the brisk footprints? There is also that arrogant poet sent to put the white deer of the green cliffs, that naughty monkeys reign supreme in the Waterfall Cave days ...... how to count over, but they are more than those like the mountains of men?
Volume recorded that "force pulling mountains and gas cover the world" of the king of Western Chu, he showed a passion for the mountain of the unyielding: Volume recorded that "bow and exhaustion, undead," the divine calculations of the military division, he dry calmly laughing and interpreting the mountain of the steadiness: Volume also recorded that "send a cold star Tsuen do not notice, I recommend my blood Xuan Yuan" tenacious fighter, his pen like a knife, for future generations to portray the coldness of the mountain.
There is water in the volume.
Spring water, as "the bright moon shining between the pines, clear springs flowing on the rocks" of the elegant; tide, as "Wu and Chu southeast chap, the Qiankun day and night floating" of the surging, seawater, as "the line of the sun and the moon, if the line; stars and han Splendor, if out of its "of the vastness: the river, as the" star hanging flat field, the moon surging river flow "of the calm. There is also that "flying straight down three thousand feet, suspected that the Milky Way fell nine days" of the waterfall, that is the water of the bold: "withered vines, old trees and crows, small bridges and flowing homes" of the creek, that is the water of the euphemistic. This water, yo, flowed for thousands of years, flowed through the Qin and Han, flowed through the Tang and Song Dynasties, flowed through the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, brought a number of women such as water.
Yi Anju Shi is a lake, summer nourishing a pool of green lotus, reflecting the sun is red, showing the elegance of the gesture, winter is a biting cold, can withstand the knife and axe, not to mention that the Song Dynasty area of the storm. Xizi is like that stream, slowly flowing through the burnt land of his homeland, flowing to that do not know how far away, but the spring came, the snow melted, the stream is alive again, it is said that the small lake is still parked her and Fan Li rowed the boat it. As for Zhaojun, she is the water of the Yellow River! She came from the sky and ran to the sea, so determined, not even head back, she has no retreat ah, who has seen the Yellow River water flowing back? Who has ever seen the water of the Yellow River flowing back? The roar of the Yellow River that never stops night after night, but your unwillingness to confide in it?
Mountains, water. Half a volume of mountains, half a volume of water, mountains and water nestled together, words and phrases forever recorded. Rui brain fragrance is still diffuse it, that long scroll slowly close, close your eyes, can have the cozy mountaineering, water play joy! Originally, the volume, there really is landscape.
Commentary
As an examination essay, it is rare to have such a rigorous and neat idea. Look at the whole, the volume of the mountains and water throughout the whole article, making the center of the article clear and prominent; view local, "volume of mountains", "volume of water" two paragraphs such as parallel threads, linking up the two levels. The first pen in the "mountain" in the "water", and then respectively by the "mountain", "water" to develop associations, imagination, by the object and people, such as the man of the mountain and the man of the water. The man who is like a mountain and the woman who is like water are both relatively independent of each other, and they correspond to each other. The expression is just like flowing clouds and water, stretching freely, without any obstacles, giving readers a sense of beauty of the scroll. The author's meticulous craftsmanship is reflected.
Prose
Scenery in the volume
Xu Yang
The Moon Bay in the heart, moored with a boat full of history scrolls, deposited with the indigo of culture. Silently waiting, read the splendor of the landscape...
Sushi's mountain
Chibi is Su Shi's mountain.
"Ask you about your life's endeavors? Huangzhou Huizhou Danzhou." Huangzhou life is Su Shi's important life experience. He faced a hundred-foot cliff, sighing "the mountains and rivers are like a picture, how many heroes at a time", he faced the "atrium as the water is clear", softly chanting "but fewer people like the Yu two people". The Red Cliff in history, had been raging waves, the group of heroes gathered, the great light. The political storm clouds are treacherous, sword and shadow to achieve the emperor and generals. And he lamented "gentleman's door deep nine, the grave in ten thousand miles", facing the Red Cliff, the heart is also like a torrent of water, a long time hard to calm. But he finally tends to calm down. He traveled in a boat under the Red Cliff, enjoying the mountain breeze and moonlight, things and I, are endless.
Su Shi is becoming more and more like a mountain. The corners of the mountain were smoothed out by years of torture, and he tended to be quiet and indifferent. He stood steadily on the banks of the river in history, watching the waves of the heroes ...... "this place is my hometown", although he was later banished again and again, but he was calm and peaceful, looking down on the king and his majesty, laughing at the Secretary of State, the fame can not stir up half a ripple in his heart.
The water of Zhuangzi
Pu water is the water of Zhuangzi.
He was facing a pool of calm water, and he, too, was like an untethered boat, with a heart as clear as autumn water. Behind him, is the two Chu state from which the respect of the two doctors, they, please him as a phase, and he, even "holding the pole, regardless of".
He would rather "drag the tail in the paint", would rather haggard yellow cut off the left ear of the slain, and would rather do that strange iterative, meaning out of the dust of Zhuangzi. His article is magnificent, a thousand strange images and groups. His fantasy imagination is like Qu Yuan, the scholar who is immersed in the world of vanilla and beauty. But Qu Yuan ended his life in a tragic way: "The Yuan River flows endlessly, and Qu Zi's resentment is deep. The winds of autumn are blowing at sunset, and the maple tree forests are in mourning." When we look back at history, we can only lament for him. Zhuangzi, on the other hand, interpreted the water, which was a tragedy for Qu Yuan, as a piece of calm and serenity.
Just because his heart is like autumn water. The outside world, no matter how clear or turbid, was not his bondage.
My scroll
My book has Su Shi's mountains, Zhuangzi's water, Su Shi's composure, Zhuangzi's indifference. At times linger on the poetry of that landscape, the beauty of the millennium. I would like to be in the book canoeing Red Cliff, drumming pots and singing, picking the vetch and eating, watching the red apricot branches, drunken dark fragrance floating.
Covering the volume of long thought heart has been drunk - for the book scrolls across a thousand years of landscape!
Review
This is not a piece of "ashes" of the work, from a class of text is still a little far (for example, two materials are chosen ancient, not a little repetitive). Recommended to you for this reason: this is a piece of paper is not easy to be read by the teacher to ignore the article. At a glance, the eye-catching subheading seems to suggest that the essay has done a good job of fitting the topic. Basic points you must give it; look at two eyes, the text is diffused with a strong cultural flavor. Development points you must also give it; look at three eyes, the language is readable, the structure is also rigorous, the writing is still quite clean - let's give 55 points. It is a good choice to get a score of one category of text. Students with a moderate level of composition should gain some insights from this.
Teachers' downstream essays
There are landscapes in the volume
Liu Xiaoye
Cangjie made the characters, ending the history of this ancient nation's knotted-rope record-keeping. When Confucius' sinewy hands held up the bulky book, when Sima Qian's deep gaze slid over the yellowed silk book, when we used our full fingers to open a new page, infinite landscapes, infinite sceneries, stacked up one by one in front of our eyes.
"Water brimming with sunshine is good, mountain color is also strange rain." Volume of this mountain, this water, this scenery, make us mesmerized, stop and forget. Between the mountains, Ruan Ji let loose a long whistle, Jia Island asked the child, Lu You column staff to visit friends, Jiaxuan chanting new words; water, osprey off and chirping, lady fair and arrived; Luo Shen Lingbo want to go, Chen Wang sighs poems. "Three mountains and a half fall outside the blue sky, a water divided by the White Heron Island", this is the orchestral music composed of a large ensemble; "the river outside the sky and the earth, the mountain color there is no," this is a serenade played on the Van Alen. Beautiful scenery, beautiful people, tinkling in the scrolls, poetizing our increasingly pale hearts.
Yes, there are landscapes in the volume, there are people, there are ancient traditions, a long culture.
Miluo River to listen to Qu Zi chanting "Shibu Jiang", Pu waterfront to see Zhuang Zhou and swimming fish dialog, Raccoon Flower Stream next to the sigh of the old Du autumn wind in the thatched cottage, Vermilion Bird Bridge, only to see the blooming wildflowers. Not to mention the magnificent articles of the seven sons of Jian'an, not to mention the uninhibited jokes in the bamboo forest, not to mention the flowing goblets by the Lanting, but only a Tengwang Pavilion event, which has been passed down through the ages. Red scarf ink stone, green sleeve ink grinding, high priests spread paper, talented people waving the brush. Thus, a "Tengwang Pavilion Fugue" was born. "Painted buildings flying towards Nanpu clouds, bead curtains rolling west mountain rain in the twilight", the beauty of the beauty, the talent of the handsome and with the weather of the great Tang dynasty, shining endless charm. "Pavilion in the emperor's son" although it has long been difficult to find traces, but this ancient article with the western mountains, accompanied by the river, has been flowing to the present, watering and moisturizing our thirsty heart.
The sun and the moon, time and time again, time to move to two zero zero eight, another axis of the scroll unfolded. Like a mountain like upright guy in the scroll leaping and moving, like water like a soft woman in the scroll dance lightly. Ape arm stretching, the mountains in front of the audience looming; show hand gently raised, gurgling streams in front of the audience murmuring flow. A picture scroll of the world of peace and prosperity stands in the air. And when a round of the rising sun in the upper right of the scroll rising, we seem to see ten thousand channels of sunlight, shining on this ancient and young earth. The ancient charm of the scroll ah, let us see more than a mountain and a water, we see the spirit of a nation, see a nation in the world stage of passion.
Scroll in the landscape! Landscape is the beautiful scenery, is the long culture, is the spirit of the nation, but also my eternal China!
Afterword
The opening ceremony of the Beijing Olympic Games in my memory has been hovering not to go, that huge scroll seems to be in front of the eyes of the slow extension, and the last set of dance, music, painting in one of China's landscapes is more unforgettable. I've been wanting to write something about it, but I can't find a way to do it. When I saw this essay topic, I thought, isn't this the best opportunity? A little brewing and conceptualization, the main framework of the article came out: (1) beautiful scenery; (2) long culture; (3) the spirit of the nation. Drawing on some of the essence of the Olympic Games, this material as the finale, the article's intention is naturally "high from the far".
Volume in the landscape
French writer Marguerite once affectionately such a paragraph: "At the end of the desert, my black casket, please put two books, so that, even if I am buried underground, still be able to smell the familiar fragrance."
In the fragrance of the book, we taste sweet and sour; in the fragrance of the book, we send poetic landscapes; in the fragrance of the book, we burn the heart of the heroic ......
Often a person comes to the study, holding the book has been worn out Jingyu biography, quietly wandering in front of the table, tasting the book reading again and again shocked and touched! ......
Frozen thousands of miles of snow drift, a flag, a monument. The Resistance General, national hero Yang Jingyu buried here. Seventy years of years passed like water, can not forget is once that day. Your superiors suggested that you lead your troops to move into the Soviet Union to escape the enemy, but you told them in an unshakable voice, "With me here, the flag of the Resistance can't fall, and the people's hope for restoration of the country won't be dashed!" Finally, in the vast snowy plains, minus 20 to 30 degrees of cold, in the lack of food for fifteen days, five days of food support, you launched a final charge to the enemy, alone, but full of countless warriors full of passion, but the merciless bullets ultimately went through your chest, a body such as just fell down ......
You often say, in the rolling wind and smoke of the jingo and iron horse, guarding every inch of the motherland's mountains and rivers is the sacred duty of the military; you often say, in the sword light and shadow of the beacon fire and wolf smoke, starving and eating hu captives and horse leather wrapped in corpses is the soldier's rightful destiny ......That night, you did it, with the unyielding to the enemy, to the motherland, to the people's a piece of the red heart, heroic sacrifice. I know, you do not have the slightest remorse, leaving only the regret that Hu has not been extinguished Zhi hard to pay, you know, it is this regret inspired how many people in the rain of bullets and bullets in the fearlessness of the front of the bayonet of your enemy to stand up the unyielding spine of the nation ......
Mr. Lu Xun once said, "Only the soul of the nation is worthy of the Only if it is carried forward, China will have real progress". And you are precisely to turn yourself into a flat boat, carrying the blood and tears of countless heroes, to those who have not yet awakened to the countrymen sailed, tell them, a weak nation, a nation without blood, how to go to the other side of the rich and strong, how to stand on the peak of the world, how to soar in the pale earth ......
The long worn out of the scroll, carrying how many moving tears. And it is you - my scroll, bring me burning heart, boiling heart, teach me to feel a nation's undying cry!