I gave myself over to this pale world. I went to the nomadic point to listen to the horse-head fiddle of old Abba Bayintu, and I was surprised to walk into the dusk. A piece of green came, such as caressing, like a light kiss, like pulling, entangled. Walking, and have flowed away, let a person feel a lot of loss, but do not know what is lost.
Dusk is also infinitely wide, like a huge black stubble sheepskin unstoppable slowly spread. Near and far it was still, the grass fluffy, deep, grave, and hazy. There is no wind, there is no bird cries, Ovoot Mountain does not speak, the ancient sacred tree is speechless, everything is natural and transcendent silence. Flowers dim, how can not see that kind of vitality and aura. The setting sun is like a doozy of beef, fluttering in the sky, dripping with heart-wrenching blood.
I think of old Auntie Nares, who passed away the other day, and that sad twilight. She lay on a wind-buried lehrer, running and lurching, and fell into the barren grass, which was even if she had chosen the grave herself. It was empty, nothing existed there, and all was at peace. For her.
Is melancholy in silence really a beauty?
Bayintu's old Abba in front of the yurt had hair like a tuft of grass, a tuft of grass stained with the frost of years. He sat there like a pit!
Gazing into the distance, listening to the grassland, the Mongolian alphabet as motionless. The ancient longbow hanging behind him was purple and red, as if taut with his piece of sky and this twilight of his.
The sunset did not go out, the shadow will not disappear.
With all his love and passion, old Abba Bayintu played the elder horse-head fiddle again.
The "Prancing Horse" that has been passed down from generation to generation set off, the reins flash, stirrups, horse neighs, hooves ringing, rough and melodious, bold and tranquil, rhythmically shaking the grassland, surging the chest, one can not be restrained. Dusk is gradually approaching the horse's head, the horse's head is struggling to move, singing loudly, I feel the heart heat also heartache.
The power surged, stayed strongly, the prairie is very natural subsidence. The evening sun in the sky is still gorgeous, a piece of splash the rest of the light flame. The young man drove the wave-like horses, the girl drove up the cloud-like sheep, scattered the whipflower of the pastoral return into the undulating zither, and the lasso pole was their road without end.
Several oxen pulling the lasso do not look up, do not look around, just speed up their hooves. They know they are oxen, and perhaps understand that old oxen only know the shortness of the sunset, and don't need to raise their whips.
The horse-head zither is still booming loudly, leaving no room for emotion, strength and yearning, that the prairie seems to flow with the bow. Old Abba Bayintu, did he not have doubts and sorrows in the time he had left? "The rhythm of life is love." I don't know why Romain. Roland's words suddenly rang in my ears. Who can escape the twilight in life? Then love, fight, live happily, and let all know that you are alive.
The purpose of life is to enjoy it.
The Ege Lake behind the yurt is stuck in the dusk, blue, deep and quiet, never a melancholy, but like the old Abba Ba Yin Tu's holy heart, which can hold the vast prairie.
Daughter Tana put a leather robe on Bayintu old Abba, and in the warmth he was even more energized, and the tune of the horse-head qin was as free and joyful as the wild horses running happily. The music roamed through my body, soul, and even my entire life. Suddenly, I seemed to pick up a lot of lost things, but also released the spirit and passion pressed in the depths of time. I am also a grass on the prairie.
The old aunt went out of the yurt, looked at the sunset, and then looked at the old father of Bayintu, pursed her smile and boiled the milk tea to go.
The music of the zither is long.
The yurt, the smoke, the sheep, the horse-head qin, everything is beautiful dusk. That's when I wanted to write a poem. Old Abba Bayintu was still playing the zither, was he going to pull out the moon and stars? I suddenly realized: the end of the night is still like a green leafy prairie.
16. Combined with the whole text, talk about your understanding of the title "Twilight of the Horsehead Piano". (2 points)
17. Combined with the whole text, the third paragraph of the description of the scene and the fourth paragraph of the Na RiShi old aunt's "wind burial" in the text of what role? From the point of view of writing technique, what is the use of expressive techniques? (4 points)
18. In the author's writing, (1) what are the characteristics of the prairie? (2) What are the characteristics of the sound of Banyintu's old Abba's zither? (6 points)
19. What is the role of the phrase "the purpose of life is to enjoy life" in this article? Please analyze it in the context of the whole article. (6 points)
Reference Answer
16. "The twilight of the horse's head" is both a reference and a metaphor (double meaning) (1 point). Both point out that the author is writing about the dusk scenery of the prairie when listening to the horse-head qin, and imply that what he wants to show is actually the spirit of the prairie old man like BaYinTu, the old Abba who played the horse-head qin (1 point).
17, rendered "listen to the piano" before the grassland sad atmosphere and "I" at this time the melancholy mood (1 points), and listen to the piano feel the beauty of the grassland and enjoy the joy of life in contrast (2 points). The technique used is "want to raise the first suppressed" (1 point).
18, (1) the characteristics of the prairie: ① wide; ② heavy, heavy, cool Yin Yin; ③ beautiful (3 points) (2) the sound of the piano: ① with the image (can make people produce rich associations); ② rough and mellifluous, bold and peaceful, rhythmic, shocking; ③ burst with emotion, power, yearning; ④ free and cheerful. (3 points; 1 point, answer three points can be)
19, this is the main sentence (center sentence) (1 points), pointing out the purpose of writing this article (1 points). The main character of this article, the old Abba Bayintu is a person who fully enjoys life (1 point). The sound of his zither not only disperses the sad atmosphere of the grassland dusk, allowing people to enjoy the beauty of the grassland (1 point); and fully demonstrates his tenacious life, optimistic spirit and broad-mindedness (1 point), so that people around him are infected and inspired. (1 point).