I love to finish my favorite work quietly when the sun is short-lived.
It's only four o'clock in the afternoon, and it's cold and yellow.
I'll irrigate my heart with a glass of wine.
how quickly, life has reached the harsh winter.
I love the dead Yuan Ye on the hillside of hay,
I mourn the buried hot year alone,
I watch the frozen river still flowing under the ice,
I don't just whisper something, but I can't hear it.
oh, life also beats in the harsh winter.
I love to sit around a warm fire on winter nights,
have a heart-to-heart chat with two or three old friends,
listen to the rustling of doors and windows in the north wind,
and we recall the happy and carefree past years.
the joy of life is also in the harsh winter.
I love the sleepless nights when snowflakes are flying,
I cherish my dead or surviving relatives,
When the vast snow lays a forgotten world,
I want the torrent of feelings to overflow my heart,
to warm this harsh winter of life.
2
Cold, cold, as far as possible bound hands and feet,
The babbling river covered its mouth with ice,
The cicadas and frogs were silent in midsummer,
The earth wiped out its laughter.
Caution, caution, makes life frustrated,
What about flowers? What about green? Blood blocks desire,
after days of haze and indecision,
only then does the faint sunshine leak from the dead branches.
strange! Spring is so deeply hidden,
there is no news anywhere, and everyone is afraid of showing their faces.
Young souls are wrapped in the hard shell of old age,
as if we were wearing thick cotton-padded jackets.
3
You have probably stopped giving love,
Stop writing the letter halfway,
Look out the window, the weather is so bleak,
Because winter is the executioner of feelings.
You take out summer gifts,
Whether it's honey, fruit or wine,
Then sit in front of the stove and taste it slowly,
Because winter has made your heart thin.
that novel of yours is lying in bed,
traveling in another fantasy world,
it makes you sigh or yearn for it,
because winter has blocked your door.
You have to rest after a day's fatigue.
Listen to the roar of trees and grass stones.
Although you sleep, you can't dream.
Because winter is the executioner of good dreams.
4
In the hut next to the stable,
the wind rustled the window paper,
some mud feet came in with snow,
let the horse eat, and the car rested in the wind.
Sit around the fire high and low,
Some add firewood, some are drying,
Some use his thick and short fingers
to pour tobacco into paper and roll it into cigarettes.
A pot of water is boiling, and white mist
permeates the smoke-filled hut.
Eating, humming and talking about
boring things on the boring Yuan Ye.
The north wind is calling to them on the power line.
The road in Yuan Ye is endless.
Some warm bodies walk out of the house, and
they jump into the cold air head on. 2. Appreciation of Winter Sentences in Baima Lake
The wind left an unforgettable deep impression on the author-Appreciation of Winter in Baima Lake Xia Gaizun (1886-1946), formerly known as Xia Zhu, nicknamed Mian Mian, was born in Shangyu, Zhejiang.
a famous modern writer and educator. In 192, I went to Shanghai Chinese and Western Academy to study. Because I couldn't pay the tuition, I went home for self-study one year later, and I began to get in touch with new ideas from The Theory of Evolution and Xinmin Congbao.
I entered Shaoxing School in 193, but I dropped out of school at home only half a year later, teaching private schools and studying by myself. In 195, I went to B to attend Tokyo Higher Institute of Technology, but I dropped out of school and returned to China two years later because of lack of funds. Since 198, he has taught in Zhejiang No.1 Normal University and Hunan Normal University in Changsha.
In 1921, he returned to his hometown of Baima Lake in Shangyu to teach in chunhui middle school. Several bungalows were built there.
after 1925, he went to Shanghai to teach. "four.
After the "December 12th" counter-revolutionary incident, he was indignant and resigned from his teaching post to devote himself to editing and writing. In 193, he was the editor-in-chief of Kaiming Bookstore and the editor-in-chief of Middle School Students. His main works include Writing Practice (in cooperation with Liu Xunyu), Wenxin (in cooperation with Ye Shengtao), Flat House Essays and Education of Love. Most of his essays are essays and essays, as well as essays about people, notes, landscapes and objects.
Lu Xun Weng's Miscellaneous Notes, Cats, Winter in Baima Lake and Steel Rockery are his representative works. In my career of more than forty years, the most profound taste of winter is when I moved to Baima Lake ten years ago.
On the side of chunhui middle school where the lake stands tall, there are a few small bungalows at the foot of the mountain, where Liu Xinru and I live. Moving from Hangchow to Shan Ye is like joining the polar belt.
the wind there. The wind left an unforgettable impression on the author —— Appreciation of Winter in Baima Lake Xia Gaizun (1886—1946), formerly known as Xia Zhu, nicknamed Mian Tan, was born in Shangyu, Zhejiang.
a famous modern writer and educator. In 192, I went to Shanghai Chinese and Western Academy to study. Because I couldn't pay the tuition, I went home for self-study one year later, and I began to get in touch with new ideas from The Theory of Evolution and Xinmin Congbao.
I entered Shaoxing School in 193, but I dropped out of school at home only half a year later, teaching private schools and studying by myself. In 195, I went to B to attend Tokyo Higher Institute of Technology, but I dropped out of school and returned to China two years later because of lack of funds. Since 198, he has taught in Zhejiang No.1 Normal University and Hunan Normal University in Changsha.
In 1921, he returned to his hometown of Baima Lake in Shangyu to teach in chunhui middle school. Several bungalows were built there.
after 1925, he went to Shanghai to teach. "four.
After the "December 12th" counter-revolutionary incident, he was indignant and resigned from his teaching post to devote himself to editing and writing. In 193, he was the editor-in-chief of Kaiming Bookstore and the editor-in-chief of Middle School Students. His main works include Writing Practice (in cooperation with Liu Xunyu), Wenxin (in cooperation with Ye Shengtao), Flat House Essays and Education of Love. Most of his essays are essays and essays, as well as essays about people, notes, landscapes and objects.
Lu Xun Weng's Miscellaneous Notes, Cats, Winter in Baima Lake and Steel Rockery are his representative works. In my career of more than forty years, the most profound taste of winter is when I moved to Baima Lake ten years ago.
On the side of chunhui middle school where the lake stands tall, there are a few small bungalows at the foot of the mountain, where Liu Xinru and I live. Moving from Hangchow to Shan Ye is like joining the polar belt.
The wind there is almost daily, roaring like a tiger's roar. Although the house is newly built, the structure is extremely rough, and the wind comes from the cracks in the doors and windows, which is particularly sharp. The gap between the door and the window was thickly papered, but there was still penetration in the rafters.
when the wind blows hard, the gate is closed before night, and the whole family sleeps under the covers after supper, listening to the howling of the cold wind and the surging of the lake. The small back porch on the mountain is my study, which is the least windy room in the whole house. I often pull my Luosong hat low on my head and work under the foreign lamp until late at night.
The pines are roaring, the frosty moon is the window, and the hungry rats are squeaking on the dust. At this time, I am deeply interested in bleak poetry, and I often paddle the ashes alone and refuse to sleep. Draw yourself into the characters in landscape paintings and make all kinds of wonderful reverie.
on snowy days, it is bright indoors and outdoors, so you don't need to light the lamp at night, and there is snow in the distant mountains, which is enough for half a month to watch. Almost all the winter feelings I experienced there came from the wind.
It can be said that there are geographical reasons for the windiness of Baima Lake, where the lake was originally surrounded by mountains, but there was a gap half a mile wide at the north head, as if the bag was deliberately opened to welcome the wind. The wind in Baima Lake is more and more strong, especially special.
Now, my family has lived in Shanghai for many days. Occasionally, when they hear the wind at night, they all mention Baima Lake. "I wonder how hard it is blowing tonight!" Famous sayings and sentences: At first, Songtao roared, the frosty moon acted as a window, and hungry rats squeaked on the dust bearing floor. At this time, I was deeply interested in bleak poetry, and often paddled the ashes alone and refused to sleep. In the coldest days, the mud looked as white as cement, the mountains were purple and dark with cold, and the lake waves were dark blue.
Winter in Baima Lake is selected from Flat House Essays (Kaiming Bookstore, 1935). "Flat House" is the title of Xia Gaizun's former residence in Baima Lake.
It faces the well-known Shangyu chunhui middle school across the lake. It is a few brick bungalows with clear water in front and beautiful scenery behind. However, as written in the works, it is "desolate Shan Ye". He moved here "as if he were immersed in the polar belt" and the building structure was "extremely rough".
Because of this, there is the content of "wind" in winter. The success of this article lies not only in focusing on writing "wind" to express its "winter", but also in the fact that the whole article is full of a deep and provocative emotion.
wind plays an important role in the feeling of winter. In a sense, winter is reflected by "wind".
However, the wind is invisible, colorless and shadowless. To write it, we must express it with the help of the movement and change of related things and people's feelings. Xia Gaizun wrote about the winter wind in Baima Lake, which is "almost daily, whirring like a tiger roaring".
This shows how great and fierce it is, which of course disturbs people and even changes people's lives. And write it through "the gap between doors and windows, especially sharp"; Especially when it is "blowing badly", "close the door before night", and the whole family will go to bed after supper and "listen to the howl of the cold wind".
also write if the sun is fine. In the "exposure of the sun between the courts", "suddenly the cold wind came and I had to flee" and fled into the house and closed the door; As for the big cold wind, it was roaring all day and night, and it didn't stop until two or three days later.
such a windy, windy, windy and cold place. 3. Get a high score and extract the summary content of the passage on the topic of winter and appreciate it.
The hope of winter hangs high in the sky, and the silent winter that falls on earth is covered with catkins from a mountain, bringing a bleak north wind. There is a saying: "The years are like a dead branch, and the sun and the moon are like a shuttle."
it's winter! Should I hate your early health or the late arrival of spring? The process of growing up is bitter, but we really don't need to be afraid, because behind every sadness, there is a joy of growing up, just like the pine and cypress frost and snow, and spring is always accompanied by the severe winter. ---------------------winter 1 I love to finish my favorite work quietly by the window on a short-lived day in the faint sun. It's only four o'clock in the afternoon, and it's cold and yellow. I'll irrigate my heart with a glass of wine.
how quickly, life has reached the harsh winter. I love the dead Yuan Ye on the hillside of hay, mourning the buried hot year alone, and watching the frozen river still flowing under the ice, not only whispering something, but not hearing it.
oh, life also beats in the harsh winter. I love to sit around the warm fire on winter nights, chat with two or three former friends, and listen to the north wind rustling the doors and windows, while we recall the happy and carefree past years.
the joy of life is also in the harsh winter. I love to cherish my dead or surviving relatives in the sleepless night when the snow is flying. When the vast snow lays a forgotten world, I would like the torrent of feelings to overflow my heart to warm the harsh winter of life.
2 cold, cold, as far as possible bound the hands and feet, the babbling river covered its mouth with ice, and the cicadas and frogs in midsummer were silent, and the earth wiped out its laughter and exuberance. Caution, caution, make life frustrated, what about flowers? What about green? Blood blocks desire, and after days of haze and indecision, it leaks a faint sunshine from the dead branches.
strange! Spring is so deeply hidden, there is no news anywhere, and everyone is afraid of Zheng's emergence. Young souls are wrapped in the hard shell of old age, as if we were wearing thick cotton-padded jackets. You have probably stopped giving love, stopped writing the letter halfway, and looked out the window. The weather is so bleak, because winter is the executioner of feelings.
You take out summer gifts, whether it's honey, fruit or wine, and then sit in front of the stove and taste it slowly, because winter has made your heart thin. Your novel lies in bed and travels in another fantasy world. It makes you sigh or yearn for it, because winter closes your door.
You have to rest after a tiring day, listening to the roar of trees and grass stones. Although you sleep, you can't dream, because winter is the executioner of good dreams. In the hut next to the stable, the wind rustled the window paper, and several mud feet came in with snow to let the horse eat, and the car rested in the wind.
Sit around the fire high and low. Some are adding firewood, some are drying, and some use his thick and short fingers to pour tobacco into paper and roll it into cigarettes. A pot of water is boiling, and white mist permeates the smoky hut, eating, humming and talking about boring things on the boring Yuan Ye.
The north wind is calling to them on the wire. The road in Yuan Ye is endless. A few warm bodies walk out of the house and rush into the cold air. The natural image in Mu Dan's poems is not a description of the natural scene in specific time and space, nor is it a description of the internal emotions and contradictions of the subject in the seasonal atmosphere like some of his early works, but an abstract and general description conveys an ideological philosophy in the overall symbol. This abstract expression is especially manifested in the excavation of the seasonal characteristics of nature and its symbolic meaning. In May, June, September and December, 1976, Mu Dan wrote a group of poems with the theme of four seasons (their writing time happened to be distributed in four seasons, which can be regarded as "realism" at the lowest level). The poet used the natural season as a figurative background to explore the image, between the rotation of nature and the experience of life.
The poem Winter, in particular, is about Mu Dan's last poem before his death, and it also embodies and summarizes the poet's life feelings and thoughts in his later years. In the cold winter in the north, he suffered from mental and physical pain [17], and the poet repeatedly recited: "Life was originally a harsh winter" [18]. The cold makes the mind thin, and even dreams can't stand the tearing of the cold wind.