1. Continue writing about 600 words of Mo Yan’s essay about quitting cabbage

Mood is very important to everyone. A good mood can make you do things with twice the result with half the effort. God helps; a bad mood does the opposite.

Whenever I get the approved test paper and see the unsatisfactory scores, I always secretly feel sad. But within a short while, I would regain my energy, go through the questions I had wrongly answered, find out the reasons, and gain courage for the next exam. In fact, this is also an expression of mood. It prevents bad mood from invading oneself, and it is also a protection of good mood. Compared with those students who only complain and feel disappointed when they see their scores, I can say without humility, "I am in a good mood"!

American scientist Faraday had poor physical health when he was young. Coupled with his stressful work and overuse of his brain, he was very weak and tried many treatments but to no avail. Later, a famous doctor examined him. The doctor did not give him a prescription, but only sent one sentence: "One clown in the city is better than a dozen civilian doctors."

This illustrates the importance of a good mood.

Mood can also be easily revealed by a person's behavior. People who are in a good mood are positive and happy, both in their attitude towards doing things and in their facial expressions, and their laughter is hearty and sincere. Facing my own heart, I can say without fear "I am in a good mood"!

Let us become people with a good mood! A good mood is beneficial and harmless to us. 2. Mo Yan and his mother went to sell cabbage, and Mo Yan gave the old man 1 cent less. Mo Yan's composition idea

Mo Yan

In the winter of 1967, when I was 12 years old, one morning near the Spring Festival , the mother walked around the room with a grimace and a heavy look on her face. Sometimes she opened a corner of the kang mat, stirred up the straw on the kang a few times, sometimes opened the drawer of the old table, and pulled at the rags and threads. group. The mother sighed and raised her gaze from time to time to glance at the three cabbages hanging on the wall. Finally, my mother's eyes were fixed on the cabbage, and she looked at it carefully. As if she finally made up her mind, she called me by my nickname and said: "Shedou, let's find a basket..."

"Mom," I asked sadly, "do you want them..."?

"Today is a big gathering." Mother said seriously. ?

"But, as you promised, this is what we will keep for the New Year..." Before I finished speaking, tears welled up in my eyes. ?

The mother's eyes were wet, but she did not cry. She said angrily: "What does it look like for such a big man to wipe his tears every time?!"?

"We planted one hundred and four cabbage trees, sold one hundred and one, and only these three are left... We agreed to keep the ones for the New Year, and we agreed to keep the ones for making dumplings during the New Year..." I He said with a choked voice. ?

My mother came close to me, lifted up her clothes, and wiped the tears from my face. I laid my face on my mother's chest and sobbed in frustration. I felt my mother caressing my head with her big rough hands, and I smelled the smell of crushed cabbage leaves on her skirt. ?Through the hazy eyes of tears, I saw my mother picking the largest cabbage from the wooden peg nailed to the wall. Mother picked the second largest one again. Finally, the smallest tree, which was round and shaped like a monk's head, broke away from the wooden peg and squeezed into the basket. I am familiar with this cabbage as I am familiar with one of my fingers. Because it grows at the corner of the row closest to the roadside, it was stepped on by calves or children when I was young, so it never grew vigorously. When other cabbages grew to the size of a washbasin, it flourished. The mouth of the bowl is large. After realizing how small and pitiful it was, we took special care of it when watering and fertilizing it. I once spread a lot of fertilizer around it with my mother on my back, but it wilted the next day. After the mother knew the truth, she quickly replaced the soil around it, and then it escaped death. Later, although it was still small, it was rolled up very full. During the harvest, my mother patted it and said to me with emotion: "Look at it, look at it..." At that moment, my mother's face was filled with preciousness. His expression of joy seemed to be slapping a child who had finally grown up after many hardships.

3. How did Mo Yan’s old lady and mother take back the cabbage while selling cabbage? Imagination composition

1. “A few wax bars at the bottom of the basket broke, and the smallest cabbage jumped out of the basket and rolled over. When I got into the ditch covered with white ice on the roadside, my mother slapped me on the head and scolded me, "You poor bastard!" Then she jumped down with her little feet and raised her arms, cautiously but hurriedly. I went to the bottom of the ditch and picked up the cabbage. I saw that the root of the cabbage was broken, but it was not broken cleanly. There were a few tendons connecting it. I knew that I had caused a big disaster, so I stood by the basket and cried. He said: "I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it..."

① What did my mother's beating and scolding and my crying show?

Analysis: It shows the importance of these cabbages to me, my mother and even the whole family, because they are the only things in the family that can be sold. This also reflects our poverty from the side.

② Which The word expresses the importance of cabbage in the mother's mind?

Analysis: tipping her feet, being careful, being in a hurry, hugging her

2. "She shook her head, it seemed that she thought it was too expensive. But she didn't leave. Instead, she squatted down, uncovered the torn sheepskin, and turned over our three cabbages. She pulled off the half-cut root of the smallest cabbage. Then she continued one by one. She poked at our cabbage with her crooked, dry stick-like fingers. She curled her lips and said that our cabbage was not rolled tightly."

① This passage portrays a very picky old man. The image of the wife.

② Why does the novel focus on describing this old lady?

Analysis: Writing about this picky old lady is, firstly, to set off the kindness of the mother; secondly, it is to promote the development of the plot. : Aroused my "disgust" towards the old lady, paving the way for me to deliberately count an extra dime below.

3. "The old lady muttered in a low voice, and took out a dirty ball from her waist. She opened the handkerchief layer by layer, revealing a stack of paper bills, then put her fingers into her mouth, soaked them with saliva, and counted them one by one. She finally handed the counted money into her mother's hand. Her mother also Counting one by one."

What does the detailed description of "counting one by one" show?

Analysis: It shows how people in extreme poverty feel about every penny. Pay attention to money and be cautious.

(3) Read the ending and think about it

1. Why does the mother cry? What kind of quality can be reflected from this?

< p> Analysis: The mother was very ashamed because her son had asked for too much money from the buyer, so she shed tears. This can reflect the noble quality of the mother's integrity.

2. The beginning of the novel reads: "Mother Her eyes were wet, but she didn't cry. She said angrily: "What does it look like for such a big man to wipe his tears every now and then!" '" At that time, the mother was faced with difficulties and was helpless, but why didn't she shed tears?

Analysis: This shows that the mother is a strong woman, and she can get through it no matter how poor she is.

3. What complex emotions are contained in my mother’s “voice that I will never forget”?

Analysis: blame, disappointment, sadness, heartache, expectation.

4. Why will I never forget my mother’s tears?

Analysis: My strong mother shed tears for the first time because of my dishonest behavior. This touched me greatly and made me understand the principles of life. , prompting me to always adhere to integrity in my future life.

4. Expanding my thinking

In that era of extreme poverty, my mother earnestly warned "I" to be honest and not to be honest. How valuable it is to be greedy for other people's penny. In today's materialistic society, how should we maintain our integrity? 4. What are the main things Mo Yan wrote about in "Selling Cabbage"

"'We planted one hundred and four cabbage trees, sold one hundred and one, and only these three are left... We agreed to keep the ones for the New Year, and we agreed to keep the ones for making dumplings during the New Year...' I He said with a choked voice. ”

This poignant text is a section of an article called “Selling Cabbage” written by Mo Yan in the book “Thanksgiving Life” for the Thanksgiving reading series. For a family, it is just a welcome change at the dinner table, not a big banquet, but for children from poor families, it may be the whole meaning of the New Year.

This article tells the story of the author’s experience when he was selling cabbage with his mother when he was a child because he overcalculated other people’s money and the cabbage failed to be sold. Although the children are very eager to eat delicious cabbage dumplings in the New Year, their poor life makes this small hope come to nothing.

But the memory of childhood may spur the author for a lifetime. In the article, we experience the sorrow and sorrow of life together with the author.

However, when people live a life of plenty, they often forget the poverty they once had. For example, after someone came out of a star-rated hotel after eating and drinking, they saw the poor beggars on the roadside. Not only did they not help them, they even insulted and beat them.

These people have forgotten that they were also born in poverty. Another example is that the students in our school only choose the dishes they like when eating, and throw all the dishes they don't like into the swill bucket.

They have all forgotten the poem "Compassion for the Farmers"; they have forgotten that the high expenses they paid in school were all their parents' hard-earned money. Once, my friend and I were playing on the street and overheard a conversation between a father and his son.

"Dad, just give me 15 yuan. I always want to show some appreciation for my classmate's birthday!" said the son. The father sighed: "Why do your classmates celebrate birthdays every day? Oh, this..." "But my classmates all give gifts, and I don't give gifts. How embarrassing."

The son begged, "Dad, please!" The father had no choice but to take out 15 yuan from his wallet and gave it to his son. There was a sigh from the father's mouth: "Oh... today's children learn to show off their extravagance and show off at a young age.

Back then, we had better send a homemade greeting card and bookmark. Something like that..." As we get farther and farther away from poverty, wealth can tell us more about what happened to our predecessors. Life is really hard-won, and we should cherish the happy life we ??have now. 5. Paragraph analysis of Mo Yan's "Selling Cabbage"

Paragraph analysis of Mo Yan's "Selling Cabbage"

Beginning (Natural Paragraphs 1-9): The new year is approaching, and I am forced by poverty My mother made up her mind to sell the three cabbages that she was going to keep for making dumplings during the New Year.

Development (natural paragraphs 10-26): The process of mother and son going to the market to sell cabbage.

Ending (paragraph 27-31): Because I asked for an extra cent from the buyer, the cabbage was returned, and my mother shed tears. These tears are something I will never forget.

Extended information:

"Selling Cabbage" has been selected into the annual short story collection by some writers. It has also been selected by Mo Yan himself into his own collection of prose essays and is also regarded as a short novel. Published in Evening News Supplement. Nowadays, the "little novel tone" of small novels is annoying. This is a novel without "criticism", truly written by everyone. I remember Mo Yan once said, what is style?

Style is a writer's own unique narrative tone that is not confused with others. This unique tone does not only refer to the language, but to the unique atmosphere created by all factors such as the type of story he habitually chooses, the way he handles the story, the form he uses when telling the story, and so on. In this sense, this is another novel with an "accent".

"Selling Cabbage" is one of the series of works written by Mo Yan. Mo Yan's writing is simple and sincere, and his unique insights on life are revealed between the lines. The article describes the hardships and sorrows of farmers' life in special times, but the strong backbone has supported generation after generation. The article depicts the image of a strong, self-respecting, simple and honest mother through the memories of a bitter past.

Sogou Encyclopedia - Selling Cabbage 6. (1) Chinese reading "Selling Cabbage" by Mo Yan

Article from: Primary and Secondary School Composition Reading Answers Network Reading "Selling Cabbage", completed the 15th —17 questions.

(***16 points) Selling Cabbage Mo Yan ① In the winter of 1967, when I was 12 years old, one morning near the Spring Festival, my mother walked around the house with a sad face and worried thoughts. He uncovered a corner of the kang mat, stirred the straw for the kang a few times, sometimes opened the drawer of the old table, and pulled out the rags and threads. The mother sighed and raised her gaze from time to time to glance at the three cabbages hanging on the wall.

Finally, my mother’s eyes were fixed on the cabbage, and after looking at it, she finally made up her mind and called me by my nickname and said: ② "Shedou, today is a big market, go find a basket." Come on..." ③ "But, as you promised, we will save these for making dumplings during the New Year..." Before I finished speaking, tears welled up in my eyes. ④My mother's eyes were wet, but she didn't cry. She said angrily: "What does it look like for such a big man to wipe his tears every time?" ⑤She came close to me, lifted up the skirt of her clothes, and wiped away the tears on my face. tears.

I put my face on my mother's chest and sobbed in frustration. I felt my mother caressing my head with her big rough hands, and I smelled the smell of crushed cabbage leaves on her skirt.

⑥The market is in a neighboring village, three miles away from our home. The wind was freezing and the sun was very weak, as if it would go out at any moment.

My hands became numb from the cold so quickly that I didn’t even know when the basket fell to the ground. The smallest cabbage jumped out of the basket and rolled into the ice-covered ditch on the side of the road.

My mother slapped me on the head. I knew I was in big trouble. I stood by the basket and cried, "I didn't mean it. I really didn't mean it..." My mother said The cabbage was put into the basket. She was originally very angry, but when she saw that I was crying sincerely, my mother's expression softened and she neither hit me nor scolded me again. She knelt down and put the wooden pole of the backpack on her shoulders. I helped her from behind to help her stand up straight.

⑦Finally reached the set. My mother asked me to leave and go to school. I wanted to leave too, but I saw an old lady walking towards our cabbage.

She asked the price of cabbage in a thin, hoarse voice. Mother answered her.

The old lady knelt down and began to turn over our three cabbages. She pulled out the half-cut root of the smallest cabbage, and then poked at our cabbages one by one, curling her lips and saying that our cabbages were not rolled tightly.

⑧I am full of disgust towards this old lady. It is enough for you to break the roots of our cabbage, but you should not go against your conscience and say that our cabbage is not rolled tightly. The old lady began to tear at the withered layer of cabbage on the smallest cabbage.

I was very annoyed and stabbed her: "Don't tear it up. How can we sell it if you tear it up?" Sixth floor, it has become a core." Her mother also persuaded her.

She finally tore off all the layers of dried vegetables, revealing the fresh, white vegetables. In the crisp cold wind, our cabbage exudes a sweet smell.

Such cabbage would taste so delicious when wrapped into dumplings! The old lady stood up with the cabbage and asked her mother to weigh it for her. She put her face almost to the scale beam and looked carefully at the scale stars above.

⑩The weight was finally approved, and the old lady said, "I don't know how to calculate." ⑾My mother couldn't figure it out for a while because of a migraine, so she said to me: "She Dou, you do the math. ”

I found a straw stick and used the multiplication I had just learned to do some calculations on the ground. I reported a number, and my mother repeated the number.

⑿ "Is that correct?" the old lady said, staring at me with distrustful eyes. ⒀"You can figure it out yourself."

I said. ⒁The old lady took out a dirty handkerchief from her waist, opened it layer by layer, revealing a stack of paper notes, then put her fingers into her mouth, soaked them with saliva, and counted them one by one.

She finally handed the counted money into her mother's hands. Mother also clicked one by one.

⒂After I got home from school, I saw my mother sitting in front of the stove in a daze as soon as I entered the room. The wax strip basket was placed next to her, and the three cabbage plants were in the basket. The smallest one had been stripped of its stems by the old lady and had suffered severe frostbite.

My heart sank suddenly, knowing that the worst had happened. My mother raised her head and looked at me with red eyes. After a long time, she said in a voice that I will never forget: ⒃ "Son, how could you do this? How could you count someone else's dime more?" ⒄ "Mom," I cried, "I..." ⒅ "You have embarrassed my mother today..." My mother said, with two lines of tears hanging on her cheeks.

⒆This was the first time I saw my strong mother shed tears. Thinking about it still makes my heart feel heavy. (Deleted) 15. The article revolves around "selling cabbage". Please read the article and fill in the form.

(5 points) The mood of "I" in the storyline ① Reluctant to let go and I accidentally dropped the cabbage ② The old lady picked the cabbage ③ ④ Angry that the cabbage was returned by the old lady ⑤ 16. At the end of the article, "I still think about it, and I still feel it in my heart "Sad", please tell me the reason why the author is "still sad". (4 points) Answer: 17. The mother’s eyes are described in two places in the article. Please analyze the character image of the mother through these two detailed descriptions.

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