Introduction: Reading some lyrical prose about scenes can enrich your heart. Below is a collection of lyrical prose about scenery that I compiled. You are welcome to refer to it. I hope it will be helpful to you. 1. Sophora japonica trees in May
People who pass by are wading under their feet, but they don’t know their name? Fortunately, I met an old man by chance and told him that this is Sophora Flower Avenue, which was built two years ago and extends eastward to the top of Dadong Mountain.
Looking over, you can see the orderly rows of locust trees standing on both sides of the road. They are lush and tall. Although they do not form shade, they are also lined up. There is a wide avenue in between that leads directly to the top of the mountain. Because there are few people, it is unusual. of coolness.
I thought that since this is the avenue of Sophora japonica flowers, Sophora japonica flowers are inevitable. So I estimated that it was the time when the locust trees were blooming, and it happened to be drizzling. I decided to go out in the rain to take photos of the locust trees. I had already painted "The Sophora Flowers Are White in the Drizzle" in my mind. The rain was like weaving, the wind was sentimental, and the silk was silky. Thin lines run smoothly and silently, creating a rare artistic conception.
However, reality often turns out to be contrary to one's wishes. When we set foot on the avenue of locust trees, we saw only green leaves but no flowers blooming. I was greatly disappointed and had to return home in the end.
The same is true for the locust trees in my memory. They can be seen everywhere in the wasteland in front of the garden. They are not rare. Most of them are scattered in threes and twos. The branches are dead and the leaves are falling, and the bark is still dry and hard. It's not eye-catching.
But as soon as spring comes, the situation is very different. What’s more, the spring breeze is full of things, so the locust trees that stand upright and sway in the wind have changed their appearance after not seeing them for several days. The trees are all green, so cute and eye-catching.
However, I haven’t seen it for several days, and there are strings of green locust tree rice hanging in the green round leaves. Although it is faintly visible, it is also pleasant to see.
However, it was not easy, and what I saw when I opened my eyes again was a tree of white, like butterfly powder gathered together, it was amazing.
Xu missed the flowers blooming because of his deep sleep at night. Looking at the white flowers that bloomed overnight, I can also imagine how noisy it was, crackling, as if a pot was exploding, and the locust trees and rice were competing for each other. The stamens are sticking out and the petals are open, as bright as a pink butterfly breaking out of its cocoon. One by one, trembling slightly, attracts the eyes of passers-by, casting their charms to attract the greedy children in the belly of passers-by.
The locust tree is in bloom. Then the fragrance filled my mouth and cheeks, and I couldn't help but want to taste the sweetness of the locust flower.
Bang, the whole branch was broken. It was the black mud-like child who was breaking it with his thin arms, which were not much thicker than the locust tree branch. I saw him holding the locust tree with one hand. , holding up a branch with one hand and shouting: Take it. He shouted with full pride.
Then the fallen branch fell like a spring. The companions who had been guarding under the tree snatched it away, hurriedly picked off the locust flowers and put them into bamboo baskets.
The naughty boy on the tree watched the scene under his feet like a monkey watching the scenery. He grinned, and his silver-white teeth became a little more proud, so he climbed up even harder. Si'er ignored the pulling of the locust tree, snap, snap, snap, the branches broke and the leaves fell, and in a moment a thick pile of branches fell on the ground.
Enough, enough.
The child, who was as black as mud, slid down from the tree with a lingering nostalgia, his face and hands covered with scratches. The companion who came with him had already filled his bamboo basket.
Carrying a basket of joy, I walked home on the smokey soil. What was left behind were fallen leaves all over the ground, and the broken limbs of the tree, which was too tragic to look at.
After removing the stems and picking up the leaves, even the hands stained with the Sophora japonica flowers are full of fragrance, a refreshing fragrance.
Sprinkle dry flour and wrap the pink butterfly in layers. It is whiter and fatter. It lies on the drawer cloth like an untied cocoon. It is spread out thinly and the pot lid is covered. It is very beautiful. In eight minutes, the water vapor diffused along the surroundings of the pot lid, exuding a scent of flour mixed with the fragrance of sophora flowers.
Inhale the nose, it smells so fragrant.
Mix it with sesame oil and season it, then open your belly, drink a bowl of thin noodles, and eat and drink to moisten it.
Hiccups, hiccups, licking around my lips with my tongue, still smelling delicious.
There are even those who are greedy for Sophora japonica flowers. They pick up a lot of Sophora japonica flowers, blanch them in boiling water and dry them in the sun, so that they can be eaten as needed.
No one has a courtyard in the wide road.
When one family steams locust flowers, the aroma from the pot will spread throughout the house. Now that the neighbors are good friends, locust flowers are not a rare thing. Every time they are steamed, they will be steamed in a few more pots, poured into a large pot with a diameter of three feet, and filled with bowls, and sent to the east and west. A pot of locust flowers dispersed, and when it entered the mouth, it was sweet, filling the stomach and nourishing. *** Enjoying the locust flowers in May, this is the family in May.
Dong dong, there was a knock on the door: a bowl of sophora flowers to try.
I took it and steamed it again: try it.
The dead branches will sprout new ones in the coming year.
There is still a lot of excitement in the locust tree. 2. Random Thoughts in Late Autumn
In October, late autumn, the weather is neither very cold nor hot, and the sky appears higher and brighter because of its blue color.
With the change of seasons, the fields begin to appear faint yellow, especially the leaves on the roadside, which are so cute. The distant mountains are green, because they are full of green pine trees. On the roadside of the ancient city, the flowers are still blooming beautifully, and the fish in the river are swimming as happily as usual. They don't feel the breath of winter at all. The ancient city can be seen from the smooth stone slabs of Sifang Street, and the melodious Naxi ancient music and modern pop music in the distance are mixed together. People like to recall the past, but they prefer modern civilization. Some people say that Lijiang's commercial atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger, and the increasing number of bars in the ancient city illustrates this point. The expensive price brings smiles from tourists. But don’t envy others. Grab Naxi grandma, dance around the bonfire, and dance to your heart’s content in the square. Happiness can be seen everywhere. In Lijiang, what we find is more tranquility, comfortable air, and bright sunshine.
The night in late autumn is as cool as water, less silent than winter and more indifferent than summer.
The roses in the yard are blooming, and the fragrance of the flowers floats gently through the window, filling the room like moonlight. I stretched my head out of the window, but accidentally saw a solitary swallow passing by the eaves. Looking at its hurried appearance, I wonder if it is preparing a warm nest for winter?
Turn on the computer and turn on the music, but it is the melancholy and sad song: "I will wait for one more minute, maybe the next minute, when I see your dodging eyes, I will not let the sad tears fill my eyes. Your face. I am waiting for one minute, maybe the next minute, I can feel your heartache, that year I will not let the separation last forever."
Some indescribable feeling of wetness flowed in my heart along with the melody. I quickly turned off the song and quietly stayed on the sofa for a few minutes. Those things that are far away are like the farewell party when you graduate from college. Innocence and kindness do not want to be slandered by the mist of the world, but the fragile and hypocritical heart can no longer experience the clear and smooth tunes. Let the background of your heart be more refreshing and calm.
In fact, like many people, I like to cycle between escape and inescapability. Maybe I am too young, and my wild and rash ideas are always vulnerable. I thought that if I disguised my eyes with maturity, the passion would no longer flow; I thought that as long as I closed the bookmark, the text would no longer be open to anyone. "Gradually distance and be reborn." I can't hide my thoughts. "If you feel unhappy, the only way to find happiness is to cheer up and act and speak as if you already feel happy."
After late autumn, many flowers will not bloom until next year. "When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, they are smiling from them." After the west wind, there is ice and snow. The proud plum blossoms and orchids will bloom in that season. Will the mood of admiring the flowers be the same as tonight? Tomorrow, when dawn pushes away the darkness, will we face the fallen flowers again? Those pale flowers lying on the ground are very similar to those pale smiles, revealing the suppressed cries of the night.
Perhaps I don’t need to worry. Although there is always the autumn wind to collect fallen leaves, and there is always ice and snow to block the long road, in spring it never misses the invitation to the flowers and birds. Let us listen quietly and enjoy the sweet waiting in silence.
I hope some people will be more energetic after the winter. 3. Urban flowing water
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The riverside is winding and green, especially in early spring and February. One willow tree has just sprouted, swaying in the cold wind, and two tender buds. The baby is like a duckling coming out of its nest. This is the most beautiful time of the year for the willow trees, with strips of green silk hanging in the air, charming and colorful. Watch the buds grow into leaves day by day, and the color changes from goose yellow to emerald green day by day. Spring has passed like this.
In addition to the willow trees, the first to announce the spring are also the winter jasmine flowers, which bloom brightly in the cracks of the river bank, small and small, with great vitality.
Walking along the river in March, the willow trees are a bit lush, and the willow silks are covered with small green fruits. Catkins float out one after another from the small fruits, all over the river bank. The catkins fly and flutter lightly, and the clothes of pedestrians are stained with pieces of willow flowers.
A little girl wanted to catch a catkin that fell on the river embankment. As soon as she stretched out her hand, the catkin was sent forward by the wind. The child followed the catkin and chased it many times. I don’t know what happened next. Caught yet?
Willow is like bamboo, both flexible and charming. When I was a child, there was a wicker box at home. It was used by my grandfather when he was studying abroad in the 1940s. The color was very old, and the copper corners around it were covered with patina, but the thin wicker boxes were not broken. After moving many times, there is no trace of it anymore. The family may have scattered it in the old house, or cleared it out together with some old things.
There used to be a willow factory in my hometown county that specialized in making various willow products, but it no longer exists. Ten years ago, a friend gave me a small steamer with willow wood hoops. The steamed steamed pork was particularly fragrant.
Without a certain degree of flexibility, it is impossible to weave boxes and baskets. This is also "the weak overcomes the strong"!
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Grandma came down from the roof, holding a little sparrow in her hand, and said she wanted to stew it for her daughter. Because he had to visit relatives temporarily, he was imprisoned in a small basket.
My daughter came home from school and heard the chirping of birds, her face filled with joy. When she learned about grandma's plan, she became surprised and quietly let the sparrows fly while the old man was at a relative's house.
The garden downstairs is very green, with osmanthus trees, miasma trees, metasequoias and other ornamental trees planted, so it has become a "paradise" for birds. Every morning, I am awakened by the sound of birdsong. Dozens of little birds often gather on the roof of the house, chirping, and flying away together as soon as someone approaches. But when it's time to feed the chickens, they fly in from afar like they're going to the market. When people are around, they hover and spin low in the sky. Once the people are gone, the chickens and birds look for food together in peace. It’s fun to watch from a distance. Therefore, every time when feeding chickens, intentionally or unintentionally grab an extra handful of grains and vegetables to "leave food in the chicken's mouth." But even so, the birds I treat "kindly" often peck out the flowers and fruits I plant.
I took a walk in the evening and found a tree opposite the city hospital. It was densely packed with sparrows, hundreds of them. These sparrows were like black fruits that covered the tree, even on the twigs as thick as a finger. Four or five fell on it, and many branches were bent. If you walk under a tree, you may be "won" by bird droppings if you are not careful. The strange thing is that there is not a single sparrow on the other trees next to each other. It can be seen that sparrows are very communal. They gather together to strengthen each other's courage.
Weak animals also know the truth of "unity is strength".
I happened to read a short article written by Jiang Lan. He called the sparrow "the baron in the tree." Jiang Lan creatively adopted the title of the Italian writer Calvino's novel and read "The Tree". "The Baron", I couldn't help but watch it. Can a person really live freely in a tree for decades like a bird? I really admire the writer's rich imagination for writing such a work that is purely fictitious and has profound meaning. 4. Small Bridge·Flowing Water·People
The spring breeze is in March, the spring rain is falling, and the scene of "sometimes it rains at three o'clock or two o'clock, and there are ten and five branches of flowers everywhere" comes into my mind, and I know that this is the time. In the bright season when the grass grows and orioles fly, my hometown comes into view to the rhythm of the spring breeze.
My hometown is a quiet and beautiful place with streams, water and wild scenery, but that is just in my memory.
In my memory, small bridges, flowing water, courtyards, fields, breadth and length constitute a three-dimensional and colorful pastoral landscape painting.
There is a small river in my hometown. It was an unknown creek at that time. It has been lying in a corner of the earth for many years. It has neither the turbulence of the big rivers nor the breadth and depth of the vicissitudes of the sea, but it is unknown. , without any regrets, dedicated every drop of his nectar to the earth, to the people where the river flows...
The nameless river, where the water flows through, is clear and the grass is dense. , the river bank is dense with beaches and rocks, and there are rows of willows and bamboos along the river. Under the protection of willows and bamboos, the river forms a huge and refined silver belt all the way forward. A long and wide beautiful view of the Jiangnan stream is presented at a glance. Such a scenery It always arouses people's beautiful reverie and yearning, so there are people who live by the water.
My hometown is charming because of the water, and the countryside is sentimental because of the bridges.
If there is water, there will be a bridge. Water separates one side, and bridges connect one vein. Only with bridges can there be ups and downs and changes in life.
In a narrow place on the river bank, a stone bridge spans the small river. From a distance, the small bridge has thick piers and is extremely strong. The three bridge pillars firmly support the thick and heavy bridge above. plate. The small bridge is very ordinary, less than ten meters long and about two meters wide. It is very common in the vast countryside. But the small bridge reveals a touch of simplicity and antiquity. It is said to be a stone bridge, but after years of washing, it has turned into a stone ditch bridge. The bridge deck has been deeply gouged out by the blade of history to form a ravine, showing the world that Discover the rich history and vicissitudes of Xiaoqiao. Although people always complain that the bridge deck is tilted and walking is not so comfortable and calm, only the bridge piers are still loyal and carefully guarding this ancient and strong small bridge, as focused and strong as guarding their own babies.
According to the elders, the stone road connected to this small bridge is the famous "Zongda Road". I don't know where it starts, but it is 60 miles further north. In Dazu County, more than 20 miles further north is the "Baodingshan Giant Buddha Bay", which is the location of a world cultural heritage. The stone carvings of Dazu and Na add a lot of mystery to the road, and the road is covered with colorful coats because of the stone carvings. Therefore, the children have loved to listen to the legendary stories told by the elders since they were young. Their thoughts are always on how fat and strong the ancient war horses were. What an unprecedented prosperous time Emperor Qianlong went to Jiangnan, how the craftsmen during the Anshi Rebellion fled to that remote place to carve stone statues, etc., wandering around in my thoughts, passing through my mind like a movie lens, making people obsessed. , puzzling. But no matter how wonderful the legends told by the elders are and whether they are true or not, at least this was once an ancient post road and it should be absolutely true. The ravine on the bridge is the iron hoof trampled on it and is an indelible piece of evidence that cannot be erased.
Fortunately, the loyal little bridge is not alone. At that time, the stones on both sides of the bridge were stacked on top of each other. The stones grew out of the water and stood against the shore. Two towering banyan trees hugged the hard stone slope tightly. Only then did the small bridge have an iron-clad foundation and support. It has been tempered by time through wind and rain, making the small bridge highlight some charm and simplicity. Under the banyan tree at one end of the bridge, there is a small room built with blue bricks from the Ming and Qing Dynasties. There are horseshoe-shaped stone benches along the walls in the room. The elders say it was built specifically for passers-by to rest. Small bridges, big trees, small houses, large stone slopes, small rocks, flowing water, and farmyards form a very pastoral countryside scenery, so people here use it as a paradise to release the joy and joy in their hearts.
The water flowing from top to bottom has experienced hardships and washings along the way. It is clear and bright, refreshing and sweet. This is the nectar of the world given by God. Every spring and summer, the beauty of the stream flows freely, watching the fish in the water play with the water plants, watching the water flowing under the bridge, watching the charming willows and bamboos reflecting in the river, and the joy of chasing catkins flying, are the joy of farmers. In the farmyard The adults and children enjoyed this God-given purity and beauty, so there was laughter and reverie in the quiet countryside, and there were pictures of morning washing and sunset washing, hoeing, plowing, watering, and bathing. The beautiful scenery of people enjoying themselves, fishing, and having fun in the world, with people enjoying the flowing streams and people working hard in the early spring, always makes people envy and go there.
The rich kids in the several high-rise buildings two miles away from the bridge were no longer idle. They invited three to four and happily came. Accompanying them were side-parted hair, bell-bottom pants, floral shirts, dresses, high heels and belts. Somewhat provocative love songs stimulate and invade the thoughts and nerves of country people, bringing to the extreme the loneliness and melancholy of shy country girls and boys who are eager to approach but fearful, and always ignite the excitement of country nights. Dreams decorate the dreams of young people.
However, the years when such scenes coexist in memory are short and desolate. Times have changed, and the small river has a name. It is called the Xiaoanxi River in the Tuojiang River system, and is labeled with a code name. Its inflow is surging. The mother river of the Yangtze River. The code name gave Xiaohe his name, but it could not give him the happiness of his hometown people. Xiaohe, who had a name and a surname, also did not live a happy life. First, people on the river bank cut the hard stones into strips and moved them into their courtyards to make the foundation materials for building houses. The farmers moved into new houses, but the big banyan tree lacked a foundation and was not uprooted by heavy rains. , just lonely and withered away; soon there were factories and chimneys erected in the upper reaches of the river, there were many noises in the countryside, and the pastoral scenery became chaotic, the clear stream disappeared, the water plants rotted, the fish turned their maws, and the stream emitted Smell with the fishy smell, the farmers lost the source of survival and development. Later, the renovated buildings on both sides of the Taiwan Strait were empty, leaving only the elderly alone to guard its glory and desolation.
This kind of occupation and deprivation is endless. The roar of bulldozers and road rollers is as loud as a bell, attacking the hearts and lives of the hometown people. Looking at the mother’s sad face, I feel... I know that the beautiful scenery of my hometown, "seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain," will be forever sealed in the depths of my memory! Writing skills of lyrical prose
Lyrical prose is called lyrical prose, which emphasizes the expression of the author's subjective emotions in content. Known for its ethereal and elegant style, its focus is on the use of language that accurately expresses emotions. The biggest characteristic of prose is that "the form is scattered but the spirit is not scattered". The god of lyric prose is love. Authors often express subjective emotions by writing about people, recording events, describing scenes, and objects. The object described in the article is the basis for the author's lyricism. The author often materializes the emotions he wants to express, and uses metaphors, symbols, personification and other techniques to describe scenes and express emotions, blend scenes, or support objects and chant aspirations, so as to achieve the goal. Lyrical purpose.
Lyric prose is generally divided into direct lyric prose and dependent lyric prose. But I personally think that there are very few articles that are directly lyrical throughout the article, so I would like to mention direct lyricism and indirect lyricism (dependency lyricism) in lyric prose.
Direct expression of emotions can express one's inner emotions better and more intensely. The joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are revealed to the outside, giving people a more intuitive feeling. You will feel unhappy if you don't express the words in your heart, and you won't accept the feelings in your chest if you don't express them. Just like at the end of Gorky's essay "Haiyan", the author raised his arms and shouted, "Let the storm come more violently!" This is a heartfelt expression of his heart, a kind of bravery of a fighter, and the fearless spirit of a revolutionary. On. Just imagine what kind of lyricism at this moment can be more fiery and appropriate than direct lyricism. This is a flow of blood and an explosion of passion.
For example, the beginning of my "Poetic Poplars and Intoxicated Spring Love" reads: "Every year in late spring and early summer, my favorite thing is to see poplars. One after another, the poplars bloom, Like pieces of snowflakes, spring dances into a white world. The overwhelming emotions are always dizzying, and it is a magnificent dance seen on the stage of heaven and earth. "At the beginning of this article, I expressed my emotions in a straightforward way, setting the emotional tone of liking Yang Hua for the whole article. It came directly and clearly.
At the end, I wrote: "The beautiful poplar flowers are like a line of poetry that connects the past and the future. When you turn around lightly, nature enters the next chapter. The east wind blows at the evening sun everywhere, and the powder fades gently without fragrance. On the embankment of the Sui Dynasty, dragon boats danced with phoenixes. My favorite is this poem by Luo Ye, a poet from the Tang Dynasty.
When the poplar flowers are gone, spring is far away and summer is near.
"I used a "favorite" to clearly express my views and emotions. Spring is far away and summer is near. It is not a melancholy, but a kind of hope, a kind of beautiful desire and pursuit of life. Writing prose You have to have a clear vision in your heart, and you have to write with spirit, and you have to know how to organize and plan the article. I will start this article with "favorite" at the beginning, and end with "favorite" at the end.
Although there is a lot of eloquence in the middle. Like the poplars flying all over the sky but connected from beginning to end, I started with a direct expression of the poplars, triggering memories, associations, and references, and finally concluded with a lyrical summary, reaching a complete state. This is not only a description of the scene, but also myself. A journey of the soul, starting from where it is and going to where it is going
After my essay "Poetic Yanghua Drunken Spring Love" was published in the column of "Wanxia News", it was quickly picked up by "City". "Evening News", "Jiujiang Daily" and more than ten newspapers and periodicals reprinted it.
Sometimes direct expressions can be expressed with the help of some words, such as: yes, I like, I love, I hate, how much I want, etc. etc.
For example, there is a paragraph in the middle of my article "Listening to the Rain on a Summer Night": "On a summer night, I lie quietly on the bed, reading a book, and quietly comprehending the wonderful words in the book. Listening to the sound of raindrops on a rainy night, it feels like you are in a fantasy world. Open the window and welcome these refreshing raindrops, hoping that your mind will be washed by these summer rains. It was the rain on the summer night that inspired me and made my thinking make a qualitative leap in this rainy night.
I know that the rain in summer must be related to my hometown. I often wonder whether the rain in summer is the cloud lost in my hometown. On the night of homesickness, I quietly shed sad tears. , soothe those wounded hearts. The rain on summer nights adds to my homesickness. How I want to turn into a raindrop and quietly sneak into my hometown in the quiet night, spreading my endless thoughts.
In this paragraph, I use the word "yes" to express my affirmation, love, yearning and pursuit of Xia Yu; I also use the word "I think so much" to strongly express my desire to dissolve. My essay about loving the beauty of my hometown gently and quietly like a drop of rain was published in Xi'an Evening News and was reprinted by more than ten newspapers and periodicals. This essay also won awards from "Meiwen" magazine and "Xi'an Evening News" "China Journalist Prose Award" co-organized by Evening News.
To express emotions directly, you must also be good at using the word "most" to express your feelings. For example, in "Poetic Yang Hua Drunk Spring Love", I used "Every year in late spring and early summer, what I like most is to watch Yang Hua." Flower."; "Listening to the Rain on a Summer Night" I used "Every summer, what I like most is to quietly listen to the sound of the summer rain on a summer night"; in "The Lotus Pond in My Hometown". Here I use "I remember that when I was studying in middle school, the most unforgettable thing was the lesson of "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond" written by Mr. Zhu Ziqing."; in "Swinging in the Old Times" I used: " Time flies by like a flash, and what I miss most are the old days of my childhood.” A simple word "most" starts the chapter smoothly, expresses emotions smoothly, and sets the emotional tone for the whole text. Although it seems to be a plain narrative, it is the most commonly used direct expression of emotion.
Now let me work with you to understand what dependency lyricism is. Dependent lyricism is to express one's emotions by attaching them to other things. This kind of lyricism is relatively indirect, euphemistic and implicit. It can be said to be an enduring lyrical technique in lyric prose, and it is also an enduring technique. The beauty.
Dependent lyrical prose can be roughly divided into three categories
First, it relies on people and narratives to express emotions
Second, it relies on describing scenes and objects. To express emotions
Third, it is a comprehensive use of narrative, description and discussion to express emotions
For example, the late famous female writer Yang Jiang's prose "Old King" is an attachment A classic prose that expresses emotions about characters. The author recalled several fragments of Lao Wang's life, one of which was as follows: One day, I heard a knock on the door at home, and when I opened the door, I saw Lao Wang stiffly embedded in the door frame. Usually he comes into my house sitting on a tricycle, or slouching with his arms in his arms, and he doesn't look so tall.
Maybe he's not so thin or stiff usually. His face was ashen, and both eyes were covered with a layer of ice. It was impossible to tell which one was blind and which one was not. To put it more ridiculously, he looks like he was poured out of a coffin, just like a zombie in my imagination. The skeleton is covered with a layer of dry, yellow skin, and when hit with a stick, it will fall apart into a pile of white bones. I said in surprise: "Ah, Lao Wang, are you feeling better?"
He said "Yes", walked straight in, and stretched out his hands to me. He was holding a bottle in one hand and a package in the other.
I'm going to pick it up. There is sesame oil in the bottle and eggs in the package. I can't remember whether there were ten or twenty, because there were too many to count in my memory. I can’t remember what he said. Anyway, the meaning is very clear. He gave it to us.
I forced a smile and said: "Old Wang, are you giving us all these fresh big eggs?"
He just said: "I won't eat them."
I thanked him for the good sesame oil and the big eggs, then turned around and went into the house. He quickly stopped me and said, "I'm not asking for money."
I also quickly explained: "I know, I know, but since you are here, you don't have to ask someone to take you with you."
Maybe he thought my words were reasonable and stood waiting for me.
I folded the gray or blue square rag on which the egg was wrapped and returned it to him. He held the cloth in one hand and the money in the other, and turned around awkwardly. I hurriedly opened the door for him and stood at the top of the stairs, watching him walk straight down the stairs step by step. I was worried that he would fall halfway down the stairs. When I couldn't hear the footsteps anymore, I went back to the house and felt sorry for not asking him to sit down and have a sip of tea. But I was so scared that I was confused. The stiff body seemed unable to sit down, and would fall apart into a pile of bones if it was bent slightly. I can't imagine how he got home.
More than ten days later, I met Lao Li from the same hospital as Lao Wang. I asked: "What happened to Lao Wang? Are you feeling better?"
"He was buried long ago."
In this article, Mr. Yang Jiang portrayed a poor and humble but kind-hearted, The image of the honest and kind "Lao Wang" expresses the author's family's concern, sympathy and respect for unfortunate people like Lao Wang. It raises a thought-provoking question: society should care for the unfortunate in a humanitarian spirit. It can be said that this article is an exquisite masterpiece by Mr. Yang Jiang, and a gentle and kind-hearted lady emerges vividly on the page. She inspired everyone in that ignorant era to be a kind person. A man of integrity. This kind of compassion for the common people is expressed simply by relying on the image of Lao Wang.
Prose that relies on narrative lyricism, such as "Walking" by Mo Huaiqi, is a classic junior middle school Chinese textbook. Its language is simple, its structure is simple, its emotions are restrained, its meaning is rich, and it exudes the fragrance of an orchid. Regarding the theme of "Walking", it is almost unanimously believed that it expresses "the sincere emotions between family members"; it is about "the traditional virtue of respecting the elderly and loving the young and the high sense of mission of middle-aged people in life". Although these two interpretations There are differences in language expression, but the spiritual essence is the same. Such an interpretation is certainly reasonable, but it obviously reduces the author's original mind and filters out the thoughts and perceptions of life that are deeply embedded in the text.
Just as Mo Huaiqi said in "The Opportunity of Writing "Walking"": Writing "Walking" is a kind of "emotion about life". Therefore, I think that "Walking" is based on the matter of "walking". Ordinary things are the carrier of thoughts and feelings, downplaying ethics, and focusing on strengthening "life". The feelings and thoughts on the proposition of "life" are written in the heart. Reading "Walking" should allow us to receive a baptism in our understanding of life. The author used this little thing to express his inner feelings and feelings.
The disagreement arises from a dispute over a wrong path. It is up to me to decide, and we cannot have both sides. "However, everything depends on me. My mother is old, and she has long been accustomed to obeying her strong son; my son is still young, and he is still accustomed to obeying his tall father; as for my wife, outside, she always listens to me "In an instant, I felt the great responsibility." What the author reveals to people is the role of a mature and strong life as the mainstay of the family.
The full text only has 580 words, and the word "I" appears 24 times, which shows the heavy responsibility. And heavy responsibilities need to be carried on your own - carry: carry the young, carry the old; carry the whole world on your back, young and middle-aged people have the unshirkable responsibility.
So the article concluded: "I knelt down and carried my mother on her back, and my wife also knelt down and carried my son. Although my mother is tall, she is very thin, so naturally she is not too heavy; my son Although he is very fat, he is still young and naturally light. But my wife and I walked slowly, steadily, and very carefully, as if the weight on my back and the weight on her back were the whole world." The words have a profound meaning. It uses light to emphasize, which not only highlights the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation, but also implicitly writes that "I" and my wife are a continuous link standing at the connection point of the chain of life. As individuals, Our life is short, but life is a link between the past and the future.
We have to bear the burden of life. This is the responsibility of life. The last sentence reveals the center of this article, which is where the author's writing intention and emotional sublimation lie. It echoes back and forth in the fourth section of the article, "All these make people think about one thing - life", and plays a role in clarifying the theme of the entire article. , the role of deepening the connotation is the finishing touch.
Happiness lies on the wrong road, and life reaches eternity. When I think about it, the artistic conception of the article is like the overflowing of tea. The simple words are overflowing with warmth, care, and harmony, containing nostalgia, calling, and praying, and full of virtuousness, filial piety, and responsibility; the universe is seen in a drop of water, true feelings flow, reason shines, and insights are expressed. When I read it for the first time, I read about the natural beauty and the deepest love in the world; when I read it again, I felt in awe of the ordinary lives; when I read it at the end, I suddenly felt that the weight of life had increased. This lyrical work embedded in the event is something we will never forget.
There are three types of dependency lyricism. This time we mainly learn to express emotions by relying on people and narratives. Next time we will learn the other two methods of dependency lyricism. Welcome to continue to pay attention to the next issue of Notes Workshop.