A Winter Walk

1. An Appreciation of A Winter's Walk

A Winter's Walk

Henry David Thoreau

The breeze blew slowly against the shutters, and on the windows it was very gentle and feathery; and once in a while there were sighs of relief, which sounded like the wind caressing the leaves of the trees on a long summer's night. Under the sodded ground the voles were huffing and puffing in their holes in the ground, and the owls were crouching in a hollow tree deep in the swamp, and the rabbits, squirrels, and foxes stayed at home. The watchdog lay quietly by the warmth of the fireplace, and the cows and sheep were silent in their pens. Even the earth slumbers-but it is not the end of life, but the first beautiful sleep after a busy year. The night was already late, and nature was busy, only some signboards on the street or the door shafts of the huts creaked from time to time, giving a little comfort to the silent nature. And only these sounds, heralded in the vast universe, between Venus and Mars, there are still some awake in all things in heaven and earth. We are reminded of the "warmth of feeling" that seems so far away, but may be close to our hearts, and of that which can only be felt by the gods when they are together ---- a divine inspiration and a rare fellowship, which is too cold for mortal man. The earth is sleeping soundly at the moment, but the air is still active, and the goose feather snow is flying in the sky, as if it were a northern goddess of the grains, who is spreading her silver seeds on our fields.

(Issue 22, 2010)

2. Excerpts from A Winter Walk Thoreau Delineating Rhythmic Accent

The air is so thin and dry that only the more beautiful sounds reach our ears, and these sounds have a brief but pleasant tremor; the fluctuations of the clearest and lightest fluids are always few and far between, for the coarser and harder particles in them have long since sunk to the bottom. The sound from the horizon far away, are clear and bright, like the bells, the winter air is clear, not as much as the summer impurity obstruction, so the sound does not sound like the summer of the hairy fuzzy.

The ground under the feet, clanging, as knocking on the hard ancient wood; all the ordinary sounds of the countryside, at this moment, sound wonderful and pleasant; the ice bars on the trees, knocking against each other, the sound of William, such as running water, like a wonderful music. There is no moisture in the atmosphere, water vapor is either drying, or condensed into frost, the air is very thin and seemingly elastic, people breathe in, consciously relaxed and happy.

The sky seems to be taut, shrinking back, people look up from the bottom, very much like being in a cathedral, the top is a piece of even a piece of curved roof; the air is sparkling, as if there are ice crystals floating between them. According to people who have lived in Greenland told us that when the ice is frozen there, "the sea smokes, like a big fire; and there is a kind of mist rising, called smoke; this smoke is harmful to health, hurt the skin, and can make the hands and faces of people with sores and swellings."

The cold air we have here, although its cold to the bone, however, the texture is pure, can refresh, can clear the lungs; we can not think of it as a frozen fog, can only be regarded as a midsummer fog of crystallization, after the washing of the cold winter, the more and more become pure.

3. Early winter strolling along the river

For Liu Jingwen

By Su Shi

The lotus is gone, the rain cover is gone,

The chrysanthemum is gone, and there is still a frosty branch.

You must remember the good times of the year,

the time when the orange is yellow and the tangerine is green.

The name "KING" is used to refer to a person who has been in the same position for a long time. Therefore, the phrase "to hold up the rain cover" describes the lotus leaves standing like an umbrella.

This poem is called "Gift to Liu Jingwen", and this "Jun" of course refers to Liu Jingwen.

The poem is about the end of fall and the beginning of winter.

The words "the lotus is gone" and "the chrysanthemum is in ruins" can be seen as a gloomy scene at the end of the fall and the beginning of the winter. There is a strong contrast between "no longer" and "still have", highlighting the image of chrysanthemums fighting cold. The last two lines discuss the scene, revealing the purpose of the poem. It shows that although the winter scenery is cold and desolate, there is also the side of fruitfulness, maturity and harvest, which is exactly incomparable to other seasons. The poet wrote this is used as a metaphor for people to the prime of life, although the youth has passed, but is also the life of maturity, the golden stage of great achievements, encourage friends to cherish the good times, optimistic, unremitting efforts, do not will be depressed, self-importance.

4. Winter Walk from "Italian Forest (Junior Edition)" 2010, Issue 22, Reading Answers Summary

Winter Walk

Henry David Thoreau

The wind blew in a low voice, blowing through the shutters, soft and light as if feathers; sometimes as if several sighs, almost reminding people of the long summer nights and the sound of the wind blowing the leaves. The voles were already comfortably asleep in their buildings under the ground, the owls were sitting peacefully in a hollow tree deep in the swamp, and the rabbits, squirrels, and foxes were all tucked up peacefully in their homes. The watchdog lay quietly by the fire, and the cows and sheep were silent in their pens. The earth, too, was asleep - not a long sleep, but what seemed to be its first peaceful sleep in a year of hard work. In the middle of the night, nature is still constantly busy, only the street store sign or the door shaft of the wooden house, occasionally gently issued a giggle sound, to add some solace to the lonely nature. In the vastness of the universe, between Venus and Mars, these are the only sounds that indicate that all things in heaven and earth have not yet gone to sleep - we are reminded that far away (in our hearts?), there is still warmth, and divine joy. There is still warmth, and divine gladness and the joy of meeting friends; but this realm can only be appreciated when the gods and goddesses are going to and fro with each other, and mortals are not capable of overcoming its desolation. The heavens and the earth seem to be asleep, but still the air is full of life, and the quills are falling in sheets, as if a northern goddess of the grains were scattering countless silver seeds over our acres.

We also fell asleep and woke up to a winter morning. All was silent, the snow was piled thickly, and the window sills looked as if they were covered with warm cotton; the panes appeared widened, the glass was streaked with ice, the light was dim and quiet, and the house looked more and more cozy and pleasant. The quiet of the morning seemed quiet to the bone; we went to the window and scraped together a spot where the frost had not closed in, and looked out over the fields; and out of the door we went, and before we had gone more than a few steps, our feet were already creaking underneath us. Outside the window a block of houses was covered with snow; under the eaves and on the hedges were tired strips of snow; in the yard stalagmites stood like pillars of snow, and what was hidden in the snow no one could tell, and the big and little trees stretched out their white arms from every side, pointing to the sky; and the wall hedges, strangely shaped, stretched out to right and left as if they were rhythmic notes on a dimly lit field, and it seemed as if overnight nature had put The landscape of the field was well dressed, so that the earthly painter could copy it.

We quietly removed the latch, the snowflakes, immediately fell into the house; out of the house, the cold wind on the face, sharp as a knife. The stars were already fading, and a dim, leaden mist hung above the horizon. The east reveals a fantastic bronze luster, the sky is about to dawn; however, the four sides of the scene, still blurred, a dark, ghostly, let a person suspected that is not on earth.

Nature is particularly pure at this season, and this really makes us happy. The dry and dead wood and moss-stained stones and railings, as well as the autumn leaves, now all covered by snow, as if covered with a clean towel. When the cold wind blows, it is so pervasive that all the miasma is swept away, and nothing that cannot hold its own can withstand it; and now, in cold and desolate places (such as on the tops of high mountains), the things we can see are worthy of our respect because they have a strong purity-a Puritanical fortitude. Everything else seeks shelter, and those who can stand alone in the cold wind must be as brave as the gods, and they are blessed with the spirit of heaven and earth in their own bones. The washed air is especially pleasant to breathe, and its clarity and purity can be seen even with the eyes; let's stay outdoors all day long, and don't go home until it is dark; we hope that the wind will blow through us like a bare tree, and that we will be better adapted to the cold winter climate. We hope to borrow from nature a little pure and firm strength, which is useful to us all the year round.

(Henry David Thoreau (1817--1862) is considered to be second only to Emerson in American Transcendentalism. He loved to live and think freely in the bosom of nature, and wrote his observations and meditations into the classic Walden Lake)

1. Summarize the main content of this article.

Answer: the author uses rich and beautiful language to describe the beauty of winter and the resulting many feelings

2, the first paragraph of the description of the scene played what role?

Answer: to cause the following description of going out for a walk (this question is not sure)

3, we compare nature to a nanny and a good friend, is this an appropriate metaphor? Why? Specific analysis

Answer: appropriate, and nature in harmony, nature as a nanny, nature will shelter us, like sheltering other animals; nature as a good friend, nature will teach us, like teaching other animals.

4. Find out the sentences that show the author's feelings change, and analyze the reasons for the author's feelings change

Answer: nature in this season, especially looks pure, which is to make us feel most happy. The reason for the author's change of feeling is that he feels the unique charm of nature, and all that stand alone in winter are brave and pure enough to make people feel the power of winter. （

5. "Winter, walking in ( )"

Early winter morning was familiar with the "buns, steamed buns, rolls" yelling wake up, open sleepy eyes.

The wind is slightly blowing the curtains, invading the room, a coolness invades my skin, a slight tremor. Although there is no northern winter that piercing cold, but there is a hint of winter coolness, this time if the tired shrinkage in the quilt, until the warm sunshine through the glass window sprinkled to your body, as if a pair of warm palms caress your head, wake you up, how wonderful and leisurely.

At this moment of sleep, simply choose a piece of clothing to wear, last night has been soaked in beans into the soybean milk machine, soybean milk machine, accompanied by the sound of crisp mixing my washing sound, as if a beautiful and harmonious music, tiptoe to the bedroom to see the Tonger is still sleeping so sweet, the corners of the mouth curved, the heart of a feeling of happiness oil on.

Did not wake them up, came alone to the garden of the neighborhood "roaming" run, open arms to let the fresh air through the nose into the lungs penetrate the whole body, the whole body and mind of the shower in this leisurely and quiet in the morning. Green leaves in the early morning watering of gardeners appear extraordinarily green dazzling, seems to welcome my arrival, the pool fountain water "clatter" flow sound, in this quiet winter morning and added a few more cool, foot in the community garden on the wood "stirrups" of the sound, though Here there is no Jiangnan ancient alley in the stone plate on the sound of the reverberation; there is no winter leaves off the branches of the fragile trembling sound; in this sunny morning, I take a joyful, refreshing mood in the garden morning run, to meet the arrival of a new day.

The title strolls through the winter morning. The first time I saw it, it was a very good thing that I was so happy!

A moment of pleasure is better than a day of leisure; a half a day's rest is better than a cloud for fun. The first time I woke up, I looked out the window and saw the snow flying, soft as the spring willow flakes, like adult goose feather rustling.

In a flash, the wind is blowing, and I'm strolling through the clouds.

The number of snow is also, such as complaints, such as adoration, such as pouring, such as complaining, a moment can not be stopped. It does not take half a time, look down, the ice cover three feet, snow diffuse thousands of miles, a few years, there is no such thing. Look up and look away, when the enchanting green hills, now has silver, more and more show the beauty of winter. There are still not covered with snow, why, the mountain cliffs, the stone, stone under the pines, speckled green clothes, dots and dashes, lined with a set of white shirts, more obvious snow day.

My son countenance, although strolling between the clouds, the cold air, ice sprinkle floating. Green clouds at the time, soaring between the view of all things small, do not feel the novelty. Only the pavement of the long dragon, the first time I saw the first shock, this is a small Great Wall of Lu? Not also not also. Fixed eyes to see from afar, listen to the ears, only to know the road surface ice floes, accidents occur frequently, cars and horses are blocked, no one can pass, spliced into, people and cars are boiling, far from listening to, such as the dragon lowing, seawater surging, wondrous! Wondrous! Turning to the cold, cold winter, snow like flakes, homeless, difficult to return home, road blockage, the unfortunate ascension, not exhaustive. Turning heart warm, three days of snow, icy wind blade, the sound of shoveling ice, the sound of snow, the sound of slogans, the sound of the mighty, the will of the people into a city. In times of danger, heroes can be seen. Yin Yin youth, negative country's hope, caressing the people's life, male, male!

After the excitement, you can take the wind between the clouds, to the sea of snow, to experience the fun of the game. The building houses, no one to count, but between the houses, there is no lack of juvenile piece. White demon e, high nose, thin eyes, looks great, material in the snow, and made in the hands of young people, style and heroic, vivid in the memory. Above the snow field, petals fluttering, different colors. Those who make people, those who smash the ball, those who push the snow, nicco, hot air, rejoin the clouds, diffuse in the high altitude above the clouds, feel in the lowlands between the British. China's dragon, when he was a teenager, he was so majestic and handsome that he still has the strength to go through the sky with a stone in his hand! Magnificent! China's power, the body of a teenager, feather fan, talking and laughing, Xiongzhou rise, proudly look down on the herd, great! Great!

7. Description of the winter beautiful sentence

1,, winter came, at this time the sun should be drooping put out some light; at this time the sky on the snowflakes should often return to the mortal world; at this time the people should be wearing leather with gloves, but all this has changed.

The sun's rays seem particularly harsh to let those occasional return to the snowflake soldiers and back to the sky, people are also very happy to enjoy this is no advantage of sunbathing. 2, winter nature in the most attractive, the most unique, the most representative, the most lovely is not snow.

Although, Tongnan rarely see snow, but the snow is still our desire, the snow white crystal, exquisite and marvelous infinite let a person really very desirable. I fantasize: when a big snow after the sky covered everywhere a silver white, how beautiful! 3, the winter sun is the most charming.

Because of the cold winter, people cherish this rare warmth. Sunday afternoon, strolling in the street, let the soft brilliant light sprinkled on the shoulders of the hair, may make your spirit uplifted, the mood suddenly become comfortable and cheerful: perhaps you will be moved, feel how beautiful life is: perhaps more will make you feel surprised, found that the winter originally also has such an intoxicating, but has not been found charm.

4, in the breath of the winter wind, we can also smell the aroma of baked white potatoes, roast lamb kebabs and fried pancakes, as if back to childhood, back to the past, back to the good old days. 5, another few days, the weather is colder.

The water in the sky also turned into goose feather snow, which drifted down to earth. It is this snow that makes winter more interesting and makes it a paradise for children.

When you wake up, pull open the curtains and realize that it is white outside, you will be excited. Ask a few classmates, find an open space, play snowball fights, pile snowmen, so happy.

Or take a few grains, a pot, a small stick, a line, catch a few birds, of course, also very happy! Maybe this is also a kind of why I like winter! 6, another year of winter, a field of wind and we do not meet. Many people do not like the windy days of winter, especially the people of the South, often feel that it is too violent, too impersonal.

But I do not. I like the swiftness of the winter wind, the sound of the winter wind, but also like the breath of the winter wind, and usher in a new year in the winter wind.

7, the night, Hainan rich full winter full moon shines on the earth, sprinkled with a thin layer of frost. Quiet winter night, the moon seems to be very cold, oblique to the city building gentle whispering whispers.

Stroll through the streets, stepping on the hazy moon through the long road, the night is wet, like to sink. 8, snow is white and flawless, is lovely and colorful.

The snow brings endless laughter to children and adds a touch of warmth to winter. I love the winter snow, love its purity, love its selflessness, it gives the most beautiful scenery to the earth.

9, snowflakes more and more dense, in the air endlessly scattered. The school is filled with countless like flowers like butterflies hexagonal elves, they soundlessly wet everything, with a slender magic wand to dress up the neighborhood, naughty elves unrestrained, joyful, surplus in the air to perform an excellent dance, perhaps in the Palace of Heaven for a long time, they seem to be the whole body's energy are released, rendering everything.

Occasionally, a few snowflakes mischievously jumped high on the railing shelf, and from time to time issued a crisp knocking sound, "ting ting ting ting ting", seems to create a little bombardment for the school, however, that hexagonal delicate snowflakes, but soon melted into droplets of water, clinging to the shelves washed clean by the snow water, the wind blew languidly, shaking, but still refused to give up. The melted snow water vaguely reflected a fresh world.

10, like Hainan's winter, but also like Hainan's winter flavor. Look at the winter sun, gum garden; look at the winter night, moonlight.

Listen to the cold wind, in the treetops, almost chanting softly, weaving the winter rhythm. I'm asking myself, with the wind falling leaves, will no longer be the last year that piece of my life has been in the shelter of a warm as the flame of the Fenfei right?

When it does not snow, I like to go to a higher place to see the snow, in the sun's reflection, snowflakes with a silver-white light irradiation of the earth, although a little cold, but far away from the children heard the sound of happy laughter, the children's kind of innocent smiles, is in any place can not be learned, it will not be betrayed, and there is only, unity, smile, wisdom, and is the children can be With good communication. 12, I like winter, not because of its beauty, because any beauty is not necessarily eternal, like a flash in the pan; I like winter, not because of its whiteness, because any white is not necessarily flawless, like a white wall.

I like winter because I know that as long as winter comes, spring is not far away. As long as you hold on just a little bit, just a little bit, during the coldest time of the year, you'll see the spring flowers blooming.

So, please students believe. As long as winter comes, spring is not far away! 13, the sky has just finished snowing, the ice on the ground began to develop.

The snow on the ground, coupled with the northwestern wind "wildly scraped", on the ground, on the road everywhere on a thick layer of ice, the corners of the house are hung on a string of "ice skates". Early in the morning, some people climbed out of the nest, began to ding ding ding ding chiseling ice, but also when the exercise body.

In fact, there is no need to pay attention to them, they are the symbol of winter. In the distance to see the eaves of the house are hanging a few strings of "silver light" is not good? A few "snow lotus" is not also beautiful? 14, with the "nine songs" of the count, accompanied by "eight nine river open, nine swallows to" the language out, winter and winter winds are gradually away from us, and at the same time, I look forward to the next Beijing winter and the winter winds it brings, because of its swiftness, sound and I'm looking forward to the next Beijing winter and the winter wind it brings, because of its swiftness, sound and breath.

15, send me a quiet winter, leaving a little space for me to be full of fantasy. I wandered alone, reminiscing about the present as well as the time that had passed, and sniffing y at the tantalizing scent of the future.

The snow is drifting, sprinkling the earth. The snowflakes are crystal clear.