Do you often see prose in your daily life? Prose often uses narrative, explanation, lyricism, discussion, description and other expressions. In order to help you better understand the prose, the following are my comments on Bing Xin's prose, hoping to help you.
I have read Bing Xin's prose and recently read a book, but I like Bing Xin's prose collection The Garden of the Cross best. Bing Xin has always been one of my favorite writers. Her "Send another little reader" and "Little orange lamp" have always existed in my heart, like a twinkling morning star, guiding me step by step in the text. Perhaps my love for literature was originally due to these beautiful words. What concerns me most is her translation of some poems in Tagore's prose, Jitang Kerry and Gardener. I admire her talent and innocence.
It can be said that it is this collection of essays that really brings me closer to her. Bing Xin is undoubtedly happy. She has a happy childhood, a perfect family and a high education. She is unfortunate, because she is sickly and was born in wartime. Among so many of her articles, what moved me most was the memory of her mother's text "South Return", which was full of blood and tears and made people cry. I sat on the sofa with a cup of green tea in my hand and wiped my tears while watching it, but the sad music that sounded at the right time pushed my mood to a climax, so I had to put down my book and bury my head in tears. After reading this article, I actually stopped several times, not because of anything else, but because of Bing Xin's deep affection and heartache. The deepest sorrow in the world is not that fish and birds can't be together, but that watching the loved one die, but you can't extricate yourself.
Random thoughts on Bing Xin's prose 2 Let's talk about Bing Xin's memory in the starry sky today!
Most of Bing Xin's essays are aimed at children, but the level of my book is very good. At first, Bing Xin wrote it herself, and later it was about children.
Among my favorite essays are: don't step on this flower, after the rain, dedication and so on.
"Don't step on this flower" is a personification of the image of the flower, adding a metaphor. The winter snow covered it with a thick cotton-padded coat, and it lay quietly, waiting for the news of spring. On this day, it felt wet, and it smelled the fragrance of the earth; It stood up happily and stretched out its golden wings. Grandma Bing Xin made full use of personification and metaphor in these two short passages.
After the rain, it is about children. The green treetops are shining with golden light, and the square has become an ocean! A group of barefoot children are as happy as immortals in the water. I stepped on the water hard, and the splash was high. He shouted: "Sister, be careful, slip!" Said he slipped! Grandma Bing Xin showed the children's liveliness incisively and vividly in just two paragraphs.
Dedication is about Grandma Bing Xin herself, bowing her head to caress the children around her and looking forward to the future of the motherland. Which marshal ordered the 300,000 troops of 10 arms to be driven to the children from all directions? Ah, the socialist motherland is my marshal, and our 300 thousand people all have a heart that loves the motherland! Grandma Bing Xin's love for the motherland was deeply realized after I read this composition. What beautiful prose!
Grandma Bing Xin's prose is really warm and heroic!
Random thoughts on Bing Xin's prose 3 "She recalls her childhood, which is really like a dream." This is a sentence from grandma Bing Xin's prose dream.
Grandma Bing Xin's childhood is not as happy as a girl's. "She will knock off the drums of the team, play the trumpet, and know the organ in the musket ... she has no female companion! He can't do what many girls do. " Grandma Bing Xin lived in a turbulent age when she was a child. She lives in a military camp with her father and has no childhood fun. Her childhood was not as happy as ours. "She was wearing a black uniform with gold thread and a short saber. I wonder if the five-color silk thread can be done well. I didn't know that the fragrant beautiful flower was going to be inserted in my head ... "
In contrast, we live in a new era, the country is peaceful and prosperous, and women and men have the same equal educational opportunities. At school, we sit in a spacious and bright classroom, holding beautifully printed teaching books, hanging a big LCD screen on the wall, reading aloud, absorbing the nutrition of knowledge here, and we grow up happily day by day. In life, we talk about nutrition, dress beautifully and wear whatever we want. The wardrobe at home is full of beautiful clothes: red, yellow, blue, green … and colorful skirts. Look at grandma Bing Xin's childhood. She can only dress up as a woman, but she doesn't even have a woman's dress. "It's like dreaming."
Students, the reason why I want to recommend this article to you is because I want you to cherish the beautiful life now, study hard and become useful pillars of society in the future.
After reading Bing Xin's prose, everyone is familiar with Bing Xin. She wrote little orange lights. What I like best is Bing Xin's prose. Fresh and soft, just like the word Bing Xin.
My first favorite of Bing Xin's prose is "Father's Wild Child", which is very kind, just like me. But my favorite is Spring in a Day. These four begonia trees are in front of Huaixin Hall, and the two trees in the north are relatively large, about five or six feet higher than the eaves of the hall. Behind the flowers, there is a clear blue sky and a faint semi-circle moon overlooking the treetops. On these four trees, there are thousands of delicate flowers of Qian Qian, crowded in the branches ... This passage is beautiful, and I seem to be in it. At night, the moon shines faintly. Although I didn't smell the fragrance of begonia, I saw the fragrance of begonia in the dim moonlight.
Cherry blossoms are also beautiful, and there is a passage:' At this moment, I suddenly saw hundreds of cherry blossoms blooming on both sides of the mountain road after the rain! This cherry blossom, piled up in piles, is like a sea of clouds, blushing and colorful in the early morning sunshine. When the winding mountain road is covered by this boundless flower cloud, we are like sitting in eleven light boats connected end to end, facing the swaying east wind, splashing flowers on both sides and making rapid progress towards the rising sun!' Pink, pale white flower sea, presented in front of my eyes in the form of words, the wind blew, set off waves of floral fragrance, and the fragrance drifted into my nose indifferently. Between the lines, it is a faint taste that has spread from the book to the bottom of my heart.
Bing Xin's prose, like a good medicine for treating diseases, gives people spiritual comfort. I suggest you also have a look.
After reading Bing Xin's prose, I picked up Bing Xin's prose collection when I was bored in winter vacation. I have never been interested in it, but it has changed these days. ...
I chose several interesting articles to read, and found that one of them was in Chinese literature and several were in American literature appreciation. One of the most famous is "For a Little Reader", and I read it patiently. Read one article, read another. Suddenly I can't let it go.
By accident, I finished reading it. I feel that every line of her prose is full of one word: love! Bing Xin loves beautiful nature. She loves the sea, because in her eyes, the sea is gentle and quiet, majestic and majestic, mysterious and inclusive, broad ... Perhaps in Bing Xin's heart, the love for the sea is accumulated bit by bit. Bing Xin loves children. During her illness, she also wrote "For a Little Reader" for her children, which shows the importance of children's status in her mind. Bing Xin loves her mother, and she even describes her mother like this: every word of her mother can make people as children tempted, and every stroke of her mother can make people as children cry. Bing Xin also asked her mother why she loved her ignorant. Her mother told her: No, just because you are my daughter. Yes, when you find that there is a person in this world who knows you better, knows you better and loves you thousands of times more, how can you love her wholeheartedly without gratitude, tears? Bing Xin loves her relatives, her father, her three younger brothers and her classmates. ...
Bing Xin turned this love into an extremely beautiful and gentle style of writing and wrote prose ... There is another world in the prose, a world full of love and a world that Bing Xin yearns for. ...
Random thoughts on Bing Xin's prose 6 Bing Xin is an ancient and modern writer. Her real name is Xie Wanying, and she has finished many works, the most famous of which is Little Orange Lamp in Bing Xin's children's literature and Bing Xin's prose.
The article "Little Orange Lantern" is very touching. This little girl, whose mother is sick and her father is missing, is completely dependent on herself, and of course, her mother. From the description of the little girl knitting orange lights, we can see that the little girl is very independent and can weave orange lights so skillfully. In fact, every child can do something independently like a little girl, but because of his parents, he will depend on them completely, and there will be an idea in his heart that since parents can do it, they don't have to do it themselves. Think about it. If one day your experience is the same as that of a little girl, how can you support yourself? Parents should also give their children more freedom and let them learn to be independent.
Bing Xin thinks that among the girls she has ever seen, Ms. C is the best and most beautiful one. She has a lot of temperament and is also a big official at school. I can hear her talking on the stage every time. Her voice is clear and loud, giving people a bright feeling. Bing Xin once said that she has been to Tokyo, new york, London, Paris, Rome, Berlin and Moscow ... but she has never seen anything more beautiful than Ms. C.
There are many attractive contents in Bing Xin's prose, which tell about Bing Xin's partner and family, as well as all kinds of experiences she has experienced. Bing Xin is so outstanding. In fact, as long as you persist and work hard, you can become a great writer like Bing Xin.
Random thoughts on Bing Xin's prose 7 Bing Xin is a person full of childlike interest and fantasy. This is my first feeling after reading this book.
After reading the preface, I know that Bing Xin's real name is Xie Wanying.
In the theme of The Past, I like the boundary of infinite life. In the article, it was written that Wan Yin, who shared a dormitory with Bing Xin, died. I appreciate a passage there: "Death, you are the destroyer, you are a great authority!" " Since there are creatures in the world, why do we have to destroy them and limit them? "Bing Xin loves fantasy, and she loves herself. A short essay gave me endless reverie about life. In the article "I", the most distinctive sentence is "I am on earth! When you are in trouble, please don't forget that I sit alone at night! I sit alone on a sunny night! When it is quiet and clear, please don't forget me! "
I can read most of Bing Xin's works. The dream of New Year's Eve is the one I feel best. She and a girl built a future world in their dreams, but the world was destroyed and they committed suicide. I don't know why they do this, but I know that life is short and we should cherish it.
Bing Xin, a person I admire very much. She uses different writing methods to express her inner feelings, and she writes with her heart.
Random thoughts on Bing Xin's prose 8 This holiday, I read the first volume of Bing Xin's prose on Bing Xin's children's literature, and I was deeply touched.
At the end of an article in the book, I like to write a few words: Mom! You are a lotus leaf, and I am a red lotus. The raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is the shade under my unobstructed sky? In this sentence, the author compares himself to a red lotus and compares his mother to a lotus leaf, which makes us feel the author's deep love for his mother. On reflection, I gave my mother more love than my mother gave me. Every time I almost despair in the heavy rain, I suddenly have an umbrella on my head. It's my mother. When it is cold again, I have a coat on me, which is also my mother; When wrestling, who gently lifted me up, and my mother. Now we are helpless. The first person who appears beside me is my mother, who will always love us the most. How great maternal love is.
The great writer Yi Shu once said: "Anyone who has read Bing Xin's articles, even if he has read a few;" Anyone who has talked to her for even a few minutes will be deeply moved by her heart. Yes! I was moved by her, and so was his feelings. This book tells us countless truths. Although it is not as precious as gold, silver and jewels, nor as dazzling as diamonds and jadeites, it is so worth collecting from the world's cultural relics, and all the reasons have benefited me a lot. However, these truths are buried deep in the ground like gems, and we can only harvest them if we dig hard. Let's read every article carefully!
This is how I feel after reading it.
After reading Bing Xin's prose, the nine "Laughter" written by Mr. Bing Xin has a desolate beauty. "The clouds are open, and the residual drops on the leaves reflect the moon, like a thousand silver lights, twinkling."
Just then, Mr. Bing Xin turned around, and angels in white, holding flowers in his hand, raised his wings and smiled at him. Five years ago, an impression unfolded like a movie. A long ancient road, a barefoot boy, holding a bunch of white flowers, smiled slightly. Another impression is that one night ten years ago, the rain cleared up, and an old woman leaned against the door in the hut, holding flowers and smiling sweetly.
The same smile, is it a coincidence? "San Xiao cannot see clearly in the harmony of love." Why can't you see clearly? The angel's smile, the barefoot boy's smile and the old woman's smile make Mr. Bing Xin relaxed and happy. Bathed in the harmony of love, savoring the taste of laughter, some sweet and some sour. The same smile, the same taste, are all passions for life. The smell of laughter melted in the reconciliation of love slowly poured into the chaotic heart, feeling bright and quiet, such as going to the fairy world and returning to my hometown. Bored, angry, annoyed ... everyone laughed. What a beautiful smile!
Smile is just a small checkpoint on the road of love. To learn "love", we must first learn to "smile"!
After reading Bing Xin's prose, 10. After reading "For a Little Reader", I have many ideas. Bing Xin not only wrote lively and interesting articles, but also kept answering letters from young readers until she got sick. She has always maintained a childlike innocence, which is really admirable! At the same time, I deeply feel that "love" is a firm belief in life. I also deeply realized this famous saying of Bing Xin: "My heart is cold and my tears are hot; Heart, solidified the world, tears, tender the world.
Yes, the heart is cold, but the tears are hot. Tears are the expression of love and sincere dedication.
Bing Xin wrote in an article in this book that she likes the sea very much and the small animals on the beach very much. Similarly, she loves them very much. She once talked about such a thing when she wrote back to young readers. One day, Bing Xin was breathing fresh air by the sea. Suddenly she saw a seabird in the sea and didn't fly to the sky. She wants to know that seabirds fly freely in the sky. Why can't only this seabird fly? So I went over and found that the bird's feather was scratched by something. So she found something to treat the wound and took care of the seabirds carefully. Seabirds slowly recovered their health and could fly in the sky again. Bing Xin smiled sincerely. Bing Xin's love deeply touched me.
Therefore, as long as you see a small animal injured, it will hurt your heart and you can't help dressing it.
Heart is cold, tears are hot! Let me shed tears of relief.
Reflections on reading Bing Xin's prose 1 1 During the winter vacation, I happily read the Complete Works of Children's Literature by Grandma Bing Xin. I was deeply attracted by this book. It was a thick book, but I didn't feel tired at all when I read it. After reading it, I felt that Grandma Bing Xin whispered touching words in my ear like an old friend. Her tone is soft, warm and beautiful, and she has always loved nature and children.
My favorite articles are For Young Readers, Again for Young Readers and Little Orange Lantern. There is a passage in "Send another young reader" that deeply touches my heart: "Life is like a river flowing eastward, it originates from the highest place, and ice and snow are its predecessors. It gathers many small streams to form a powerful Hong Tao, which runs down the river. It twists and turns over the hanging rock, cuts the wall, washes down a layer of sand, and flows away happily and bravely. Sometimes when it meets the front resistance of the rock, it rushes up angrily, roars and spins, and the waves before and after push it up and down until it rushes down this steep cliff. " How spectacular the writing is, I believe everyone will feel the power of life and indomitable life after seeing it!
What impressed me deeply was the little girl in Little Orange Lantern. Although I don't know my father's whereabouts, I have to take care of my seriously ill mother. Although life is extremely difficult, she remains optimistic about life, firmly faces life and believes that a better life will come.
During the Chinese New Year, my uncle and grandfather gave me a red orange, and I tried to make it into a small orange lamp. Looking at the orange light, I seemed to see the little girl's calm, optimistic and brave face, and a warm current came to my heart.
After reading Bing Xin's prose 12, I have been living in my own fairy tale dream world. I can't get tired of reading The Seven Fairys and Chang 'e, but after reading grandma Bing Xin's essays, I seem to have completely changed!
What a poetic and philosophical article this is! Every word is so charming, chew it slowly, savor it carefully, and there are all kinds of incredible stories. It attracts you deeply. It is like a kingdom full of self, with endless charm, which makes you linger!
Grandma Bing Xin tells us profound truth through examples. She treats every reader as a pen pal, telling each other about the fluctuations in her heart, telling her thoughts and feelings, telling what she is connected with, and telling between the lines, passing books with flying pigeons in her heart to let everyone share another world in her heart.
Everyone has his colorful childhood, which is the most profound and beautiful time in life. However, Grandma Bing Xin didn't have any toys to play with when she was a child. She always studied hard and developed his sensitive and studious study habit. This persistent learning spirit makes us awe-inspiring, and it is a place worthy of our lifelong study!
Grandma Bing Xin-your literary works are admirable, and I can't help giving you a thumbs up. Your works and morality will be a good example for our lifelong learning!
After reading Bing Xin's prose, I was bored in winter vacation, so I picked up a copy of Bing Xin's prose "For a Little Reader". Looking at it, I feel very moved. Bing Xin's mother passed away, and today is 13 years. Every year, she dare not let her grief be unrestrained. Today, however, we should remember her beloved mother carefully with "coldness" and "quietness".
Her mother was ill all her life, and her physical illness did not affect her mental health. She has been quiet all her life, and she is the initiator of all the laughter around her. She has never been to a private school or a private school, but she can appreciate old literature and accept new ideas. She has no extra property in her life, but she can help the poor in urgent need. ...
Bing Xin thinks about her mother in everything she does. If her mother were here, I wonder what wonderful discussion she would have. How to accurately criticize? Bing Xin will think of her not only when she is happy, but also when she is in trouble. Bing Xin cherishes his body. She thought that if her mother was still alive, her fragile body could never bear such a hurry and panic, and she would thank God for letting her die early. ...
Well, maternal love is really great, and you can't argue with your mother for one or two trifles; Can't be ungrateful; You shouldn't provoke your mother and do what you shouldn't do. You have to understand that Mencius said, "Old people are old, young people are young, and young people are young." Maternal love is like a sky, and maternal love is like a "safe haven". Let's learn from grandma Bing Xin, cherish maternal love, repay maternal love and praise maternal love!
Random thoughts on Bing Xin's prose 14 I read Bing Xin's classic works a few days ago, and I was deeply fascinated by For a Young Reader and Things and Memories. The language of the article is easy to understand, with delicate feelings and full of maternal love and childlike innocence.
In Communication II, when Bing Xin was reading, talking and eating snacks with her parents, a mouse came out for the first time to look for food. She felt guilty because her prank caused the mouse to be swallowed by the puppy. Yes, Grandma Bing Xin once shed tears for a broken cricket and sobbed for an injured oriole. Grandma Bing Xin's words are full of kindness. I think we should also be kind people.
In Laba porridge, I felt the delicacy of Laba porridge, the deep affection, the deep yearning for my mother and the memory of a new generation of revolutionary martyrs. After reading these, my eyes are moist and I can't calm down for a long time. As a student, I must study hard to be worthy of them!
In the Spring Festival of Childhood, Grandma Bing Xin described the colorful activities of the Spring Festival of childhood. "I saw my mother wearing an apron and sleeves. In the big jar, she contained large pieces of delicious bad meat wrapped in red wine, braised pork in soy sauce and various seasonings, and steamed several drawers of brown sugar rice cakes ..." This passage left a deep impression on the author, which made me see the busy scene of the Spring Festival in the old society and feel the excitement during the festival. What wonderful memories! This is the charm of traditional festivals in China. It is lively and festive, full of flavor of the year, and embodies the essence of traditional culture of Chinese civilization. Grandma Bing Xin is happy, and so are we who were born in China in the new century.
Grandma Bing Xin's prose is unpretentious and sincere, describing the beauty of childhood and the eternity of maternal love. The words written by the century old man with love and innocence touched my heart, and I will continue reading.
After reading Bing Xin's prose, 15 prose is a kind of unconstrained style. Grandma Bing Xin wrote many excellent essays in her life. That is the outpouring of nature, the outpouring of nature, the outpouring of beauty, true and pure. Take back "Bing Xin Prose Collection" from school. I looked at it at that time, and it was nothing special. Look, a thin book doesn't feel heavy in your hand; White pages have a special smell of white paper. When reading a book, I look silently and think silently, not knowing whether I am happy or worried. Grandma Bing Xin didn't use too gorgeous words to decorate luxuriously, but put her true feelings into it.
One of Bing Xin's essays is My Teacher. Grandma Bing Xin's teacher, madam. The teacher thinks that "I" is good at everything except math, so it's a pity to be demoted. Therefore, no matter how busy the teacher is, he will spare an hour to make up the math exercises for me, which greatly improves grandma Bing Xin's math performance. This reminds me of Qin Shihuang, a Chinese teacher in Grade Three. Mr. Zheng is chubby with long hair. He is very kind. No matter which student has done something wrong, he will not be blamed. I remember that my reading level was not high. In his busy schedule, Mr. Zheng searched a lot of reading comprehension topics from the Internet. After leaving school, I deliberately stayed and talked about this topic over and over again until I understood it. Finally, it's worth it, and my reading level has been greatly improved.
Grandma Bing Xin's unpretentious prose intoxicated me.