Reading —— Interpreting the representative works of Jinshui Xia Guang Can;
Introduction:
Mom! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms. -Bing Xin
mother
the Chen Dynasty
Surrounded by water
Where I am standing
Your voice
beautiful
The wind is blowing in my eyes.
Shining moonlight
Water in the sky
Increasingly full.
I have a fish-like desire.
Waterbirds, too.
Fly straight.
In these years.
Wan Li, Li Qian
There is always soft and hard water.
In the wilderness, in the dream
In a lonely moment
Slowly disperse
in May
Who can be indifferent?
Be in a state of confusion
In the poet's pen, the familiar uterus, amniotic fluid and placenta disappeared, replaced by the infinite space created by sound and sound-life began. Pay attention to the brushwork of turning reality into emptiness, which is light and beautiful.
The brushwork of turning virtual into real. Turn the invisible years into tangible silk thread, vivid and vivid! Can you change a specific image?
Gentle words show the greatness and depth of maternal love, which makes readers moved.
Understanding-read carefully and think deeply about your self-knowledge.
Most people's lives are ordinary. In the eyes of every mother, every child is great. From conception in October to adulthood, only the mother knows the taste. Our life is better because of our mother. Life is like this, so maternal love has become the greatest love in the world, and mother has become the eternal theme of human praise.
Material extraction:
mother
love
Mother is as humble as moss,
Solemn as the morning light,
As soft as the voice of Jiangnan,
Hard as a thousand years of cold jade,
When I raised my eyes,
She is Hao Yue:
When I looked down,
She is a vast land.
Ah, mom.
Shu ting
Your pale fingertips touch my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
Mother's Day
Yu Guangzhong
this present life
My most forgetful cry was twice.
Once at the beginning of my life
At the end of your life
I won't remember listening to you for the first time.
The second time, you don't know that it's useless for me to say it.
In two cries,
Laughter is endless.
Over and over again.
You know it, and I know it.
the song of a mother
Rasul Gamzatov (Russian Federation)
Mother and mother are similar to each other,
Like the ocean between mountains.
Mountains and mountains are similar to each other,
I stared at the mountains from the blue sky.
The mountains are stacked against the thunderstorm.
The closer to the top of the mountain, the steeper the rock wall.
There are thousands of peaks in the world.
No one is more noble than a mother!
Whether I am happy or sad,
You are my reliable mountain peak.
Stars at night, light at dawn,
Mom, it's all in your heart.
Now, I look around,
Show your image everywhere:
You are in the land where flowers are blooming,
You are in the sparkling ocean!
The earth can't tolerate your kindness,
The sky can't hold your nobility,
Mom, I really feel strange,
How could you? How could you walk in there?
Low, narrow wooden house? !
Mother by candlelight (lyrics)
Mom, I want to tell you,
Words come to my mouth and I swallow them,
Mom, I want to smile at you,
There are small tears in my eyes.
Oh, mom,
Mother by candlelight,
Your black hair is frosted,
Oh, mom,
Mother by candlelight,
Your cheeks are printed with so much care.
Oh, mom,
Mother by candlelight,
Your waist is too tired to stand up straight,
Mom, mom by candlelight,
Why did your eyes lose their luster?
Mom, my daughter has grown up.
I don't want to take your skirt through spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Oh, mom, believe me,
A daughter has a reward from her own daughter.
I said you are an April day on earth.
Lin
Your laughter lit up the light and smart wind around you.
Dancing and changing in the splendor of spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
The evening breeze is soft, and the planetesimals are there.
Unintentionally flashing, drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That's lightness, that's elegance, and you are, Xianyan.
You are wearing a crown of flowers, and you are
Naive and solemn, you are the full moon every night.
When the snow melts, you look like a yellow gosling
The first green bud, you are; Gentle and happy
Water floats with white lotus in your dreams.
You are a flower and a swallow in the tree.
Whispering between the beams, you are love, warmth,
It's hope, you are April day on earth!
Write-the secret is used on me.
● Be good at winning.
The greatest feature of this poem is the use of visual vertical mode. This kind of poetry takes the advancement of the author's observation point as a clue, and integrates what he sees, hears and feels with the passage of time or the expansion of space. However, the author alludes to this growth process in various images, which is implicit and implicit.
The space surrounded by water is the mother of life. Life begins from this; The wind is blowing, which means that I will start my own journey without my mother; My Eyes/Shine is a novel and yearning for a life facing a brand-new unknown world. "Moonlight/and water in the sky" is a long-term and broad concern and concern from my mother; "It's also a waterfowl." From attachment to detachment, my desire to soar began to emerge in my attachment to my mother.
New poetry is forbidden to tell straight stories, and twists and turns will produce poetic beauty with secluded winding paths. Turning straightforward sentences into twists and turns is a great skill in the creation of new poems.
The so-called tortuous implicit method is an artistic expression technique that implies deep meaning in the images depicted in the works. Su Dongpo's words expressed the true meaning of euphemism and implication. There are four implicit ways:
First, hide feelings in Syria. It refers to expressing feelings by narrating events, that is, expressing feelings, so that feelings can be naturally revealed from specific event narratives, thus infecting readers. This emotional narrative makes readers feel more sincere and amiable when they taste it.
Second, hide feelings for things. It refers to expressing feelings by writing. When describing dynamic and static objects, it not only reflects the state characteristics of things, but also shows the feelings of love, hate, likes and dislikes in the inner world. This technique is often used to chant poems about things and articles expressing ambitions with things.
Third, hide your feelings in the scenery. We often feel that the volcanic eruption of emotions is unstoppable, but it is too straightforward to show it naked. I hope it will make readers unforgettable, so I hide it in mountains and rivers and turn intangible feelings into tangible scenery. For example, Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond, the author's description of the moonlight on the lotus pond, although not mentioning a love word, reveals the author's love for beautiful nature everywhere.
Fourth, hide feelings from reason. Emotion in reason can make emotion have depth and thickness, and it can also make reason flash with emotion full of personality and touch people's heartstrings. Lin Juemin's A Book with His Wife is a blend of sense and reason. The martyr hid his deep affection for his beloved wife in the principle of "dare to die", which made people cry.
● Beliefs and symbols.
Golden butterfly with blue pupa
Blue flowing melancholy
I think I'm lost.
The roads in the city wander around, but I always can't find the exit; The towering dense buildings cut the sky into a broken face. I have nothing but youth.
My mother's cold fingers before she died, my father's sigh, and my stepmother's face ... flew around in front of my eyes and woven into a net. I want to run away, but I can't get out.
I stood on the shore and looked at the sea, and those blue waves came to me. I deeply realized the sadness of the embankment: I want to retreat far away, but I can't move. Blue melancholy flowed from my eyes and crossed my face.
Pupa-sadness of self-restraint
I refuse that woman to interfere in my life. I can't regard her as my mother.
I rejected the world. I thought the whole world didn't love me.
I have seen a picture: a child standing in the vast reeds, with no clouds, no wind, no direction to go out, only the sound of walking back and forth alone.
I also know that I have alienated love and the world.
In my dream, a little blue pupa is crying softly.
Gold-I fell in love with this world.
Today, she took me to see the sunrise
Let me see the golden sunshine engulfing the blue of the sea bit by bit. She gave me a CD-The Newborn Baby.
Born, don't know how to translate. She told me it was "a newborn child".
She smiled at me in the morning light, held my hand and told me that the world is actually very beautiful and many people love me: my father, my mother in heaven and her.
I turned around and quietly wiped away my tears.
The beauty of butterflies after cocoon breaking
I felt a dull pain in my back, turned my head and was surprised to see a pair of golden wings.
It turns out that I am getting closer to love step by step. Get close to beauty and you will know beauty.
When I look on coldly, life is a blue pupa; When I embrace each other warmly, life is a golden butterfly. The process of breaking out of cocoon is also a process of emotional change and getting close to the world.
Look at the world with loving eyes, I am so beautiful!
Comments:
This composition is not so much an essay as a beautiful prose poem. On this paper, true feelings are revealed and poetry is everywhere. In the blending of true feelings and poetry, it embodies the author's double emotional trajectory from melancholy to Qingming, from paranoia to rational cognitive change. At the same time, it also shows the author's unique sentiment, understanding and profound Chinese literacy.
In terms of content, the article selects the images projected by the changes of family life in my mind, but it is unique in the selection of materials: he (she) did not give the reader a complete story that happened in his own home, but carefully selected two or three fragments in the process of family changes, with these fragments as the support and connection point, focusing on his inner feelings and the process of emotional and cognitive changes, which made the article show a strong human touch and affinity.
Structurally, this paper is also quite ingenious. This paper has carefully designed four subheadings, which are connected together, just the general title of the article. Under the four subheadings, there are two clues, one bright and one dark.
The dark line is the process of my family life change: losing my mother-my father remarried-the gap between me and my stepmother-my stepmother took me to watch the sunrise-I rediscovered and found the love of my family; The bright line is the changing process of my feelings and cognition: emotionally, from confusion and melancholy to freshness and clarity, cognitively, from paranoia to reason. The two clues are intertwined, but they are not complicated, but their priorities are different, which complement each other with the four subtitles, making the whole article like a beautiful serenade.
● Flowers in the pen
Write a paragraph on the topic of "Rainbow Dream". You are required to express your views in a visually vertical way and pay attention to the twists and turns of language.
Attachment: Example (paragraph)
Phoenix's choice
Hunan examinee
A long time ago, maybe when my tree of life sprouted, my god of life told me that I was a fire phoenix. At that time, the naive mind could not penetrate the meaning of Phoenix, nor did it grow up.
Today last year, the colorful rainbow in my dream disappeared before I could touch it, without a trace or sound, leaving a dark world, which was terrible. I can't get out of this dark vilen. My fragile gray heart is easily broken. Maybe my heart is like glass ... no, it's made of ice.
Standing there in a daze, staring at everything around me, I was desperate, and the seeds of death sprouted in my heart. Groggy, I somehow fell into the valley of dreams. The idol of life landed in front of me like an angel. We sat on our knees and he said he would give me a present. Untie the beautiful ribbon, there is a story box inside, and the story floats into my heart like the fragrance of roses: there is a person who is lonely, depressed and irritable and thinks that no one in the world is more unlucky than him. God is cruel to him. One day, God took him to a cemetery. God told him that only those who rest here are people who have no worries. ...
I woke up from a dream. Should I? I couldn't help crying when I looked at the hard-working land and some dragon and Zhongshan mountains. ...
Dear land and mountains, they have nurtured my fragile tree of life. Don't you see that the land is barren because of me, and the mountains are more and more steep because of me? Is that enough? Needless to say … I chose to look for the rainbow in July again.
The land supplemented my dry food, the green hills pointed out the direction for me, and I embarked on the road of re-expropriation.
God of life told me that I am a fire phoenix, and I must be baptized by fierce fire to be reborn and realize my rainbow dream. So today this year, I stepped into the Valley of Fire.
I released the energy accumulated in the past year, melted my heart made of ice, melted my feathers and threw everything into the blazing fire. I immediately became angry.
The fire phoenix is reborn, and I rotate like a happy wind until the sky, and the seven-color rainbow is at my feet. My tears are like rain, and no words or songs can express my mood at the moment. I am dancing and singing to my heart's content. I want to let the earth and Qingshan know that this is my choice-Phoenix.
Comments: The greatest success of this composition lies in its profound and implicit artistic conception. At the beginning, the author dyed the scenery after falling off the list with the color of confusion and despair, supplemented by "I am a fire phoenix, and I must be baptized by fierce fire to be reborn and realize myself", which makes the full text like an olive with a long aftertaste and thought-provoking.