I always felt that something was touching my ankle, so I squatted down, lowered my head, carefully searched for this "culprit" and suddenly found that you were just a grass. In the breeze, you keep shaking your unstable posture, and your "legs" stand tightly in the soil. Your thin body must have experienced many hardships! Looking at you, looking at you, I seem to see your persistence and patience in the storm. I seem to see your persistence in the hot sun. I couldn't help but pick you up and suddenly saw a small drop of water on you. I close my eyes and seem to see your heart. You and I have telepathy. This must be your tears. No, no, you are a strong man. Strong people will run in tears.
2. Ask Grandma Bing Xin to write a 500-word composition.
Bing Xin, the name is well known. Her original name is Xie Wanying. Modern and contemporary female writer, children's literature writer, pen name Bing Xin. ..
Grandma Bing Xin's ancestral home is Changle, Fujian, and she was born in Fuzhou. She has been exposed to China's classical novels and translations since she was a child.
19 18 entered Concord Women's University and actively participated in the May 4th Movement. 19 19 published the first novel "Two Houses". Since then, there have been "problem novels" that discuss life problems, such as Solitude and Going to the Country.
At the same time, Grandma Bing Xin was influenced by Tagore's Birds and wrote untitled free poems. These beautiful, light and quiet poems were later published as "Spring Water of the Stars", which was called "Spring Water".
192 1 Joined the Literature Research Association and published essays "Laughter" and "The Past" in the same year. 1923 yenching university graduated from liberal arts and went to Wellesley Women's University to study English literature. During my travel and study abroad in the United States, I wrote a collection of essays for young readers, which showed the characteristics of grace, lightness, elegance, conciseness and fluency, with high artistic expression and made higher achievements than novels and poems. This unique style was once called "Ice Heart Body" by people at that time, which had a wide influence.
From 65438 to 0926, Bing Xin returned to China as a Master of Arts and taught in yenching university and Tsinghua University successively. After that, he wrote South Return, Fen, Dong Er Girl and Going Home, and then sent Reading of a Short Story, We Woke up in Spring, Ode to Cherry Blossoms, Gleaning, Yat Sen Collection, Three Little Readers and Empty Nest.
Grandma Bing Xin's famous saying is "Everything has love". Her words and deeds all her life, all her millions of words, all show her incomparable love for the motherland and people and confidence in the future of mankind. She loves all the outstanding cultural achievements accumulated by the Chinese nation and all mankind through history. She loves life, beautiful things, and the appearance and character of roses. Her innocence, kindness, fortitude, courage and integrity make her enjoy a high reputation among readers at home and abroad. People in China are proud of such a literary master as Grandma Bing Xin.
3. Write an article about Bing Xin. I finished watching Superman written by Grandma Bing Xin the other day. I can't help thinking of Grandma Cheng and He Bin ... the May 4th War. Grandma Bing Xin's writing is as thorough as ice, fully permeating truth, goodness and beauty.
There is a saying in Grandma Bing Xin's Superman: "People, together with everything in the universe, are just like acting: on the stage, father and son are extremely close; Get off the stage, take off the mask and go their separate ways. Crying is one thing, and laughing is one thing. " Let us know that the May 4th War is still going on. This is grandma Bing Xin's patriotic performance!
Oh, great! Some people still don't know who grandma Bing Xin is. Bing Xin was originally named Xie Wanying, a native of Zhejiang. Everyone can understand what grandma Bing Xin wrote.
Everyone must say why I like grandma Bing Xin! Because he wrote about anti-Japanese and patriotism, because many people were traitors during the anti-Japanese war, but she resolutely resisted Japan. That's why I like it.
Bing Xin is one of my favorite writers!
4. In Bing Xin's composition, we awaken spring in the season, like a sleepy child, sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed under the warm and soft quilt in winter.
However, the people of China who seek wealth from nature and race against time will not let it sleep late! 650 million people agreed to wake it up with all kinds of loud noises and earth-shattering actions. It snows heavily.
The north wind blows bones and raises the sharp sand on the earth ... We are carrying eternal spring in our hearts, and we are rushing to every corner of the motherland to wake up spring in the season. We created spring in the mine, in the furnace, in the salt field, on the spinning machine, on the railway in the desert, on the raging sea, on the bright red lips and in the waving pen.
In spring, I rubbed my eyes and sat up with a surprised smile on my face: "For tens of thousands of years, I have slept enough. In winter, I flew out of the hole, touched you with the color of green grass, the unfrozen river water and the colorful fragrant flowers ... Now everything is upside down, great, you people who are building socialism!" Spring, driving the whistling spring breeze, picked up the unfurled banner of spring and flew high.
With the rushing sound of spring banners, everything on the earth wakes up. Kunlun Mountain, a continuous mountain peak, carries towering ice and snow and inserts into the sky.
Hot spring air around it, warm it, it smiled and stretched, shook off its snow coat and melted it; Hundreds of millions of ice beads loose into a torrent, laughing loudly, jumping off the towering cliff and rushing down. It flows into the Yellow River, into the Yangtze River, and into the silver mesh river.
There, hundreds of millions of worried men, women and children, wrapped in their heads or wearing overalls, greeted them with smiles and took them to shallow reservoirs, canals and thirsty land. Thousands of rumbling plows and hundreds of millions of hoes waving silver light up and down have liberated this boundless land from the cold in winter.
It opened its black chest and gasped, waiting for its food. Hundreds of millions of tons of fertilizer: collected from pigsty, cowshed, boiler in factory, corner of other people's house ... transported batch after batch of goods.
The earth wolfed down the food, wiped the sweat dripping from the corners of her mouth and her face, stood up, and put out strong arms to hug Qian Qian's ten million fat children, holding them tightly in her arms. These are children of rice, children of wheat, children of cotton flowers ... laughing and crying, they are crowded in this soft and deep chest. The smell of earth made them a little dizzy. They kept shaking each other and shouting, "Brothers and sisters, it's too crowded here. Let me go out and evacuate! " Vaguely, they heard the sound of spring flags flying in the sky; From thousands of tiny skylights, they saw the golden misty spring sunshine.
How high they jumped for joy! They continued to drill upward and finally drilled deep soil. They stopped, took a deep breath of the fragrance of spring joy, and slowly spread their green wings.
Leaning over them, watching them with loving eyes, there are big girls who are wrapped in cloth headscarves and laugh at dimples, young men who are beaming in overalls, and old men who are pointing and boasting with pipe bags ... It turns out that they are impatient! Spring saw all this in the sky. He smiled and said to himself, "These people who have been here for twenty years are in a hurry, and time is almost catching up with you!" ..... "Spring flies fast on the banner of spring and goes its own way in the clouds.
We don't have time to care which mountain, plain or ocean he goes to do his work! Anyway, we have woken up in spring.
5. Write a 400-word composition about Bing Xin. Bing Xin's childhood was warm and happy, and his father Xie was a promising young naval officer. My mother, Yang Fuci, is gentle, demure and sensible. She is a typical wife and mother.
Bing Xin has a warm and harmonious family, which is a godsend for Bing Xin. It is precisely because Bing Xin has been bathed in the air of great love that Bing Xin, a clever and witty little girl, has developed a kind, gentle and elegant character. Only in the future can I write works with the theme of love and affection and form a unique style of my own works, which is unique in the history of modern literature in China.
Besides the care and affection of family members, books are the closest friends in childhood. One day, my mother saw her reading Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio. She was so anxious that she grabbed it and tore it in half. Xiao Bingxin didn't cry or make trouble, but tearfully picked up the book torn in half. Mother looked at her as if she loved books, and she was no longer embarrassed.
Warm and beautiful family life and many excellent books full of spiritual nutrition at all times and all over the world have nurtured Xin's young mind, cultivated her personality, broadened her horizons and laid a solid foundation for her future literary career. Fear of life and love of literature-After Bing Xin became an adult, the main tone of life has been quietly played in her childhood.
6. Bing Xin's successful flower 1 I read a poem written by Grandma Bing Xin last night. The content of this poem is very concise, but it shocked me very much:
The flower of success, the flower of success, people are only amazed at her present glory!
However, at the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice.
This morning, this poem still echoed in my ears. As soon as I got up, I picked up a pen, read it and wrote down my thoughts.
Yes! When all life is born in this world, it will not be famous at once, but just like ordinary people, there are no crowded people, no dazzling lights and no colorful flowers. They all succeeded through unremitting efforts the day after tomorrow and became professionals or great men. Who knows how much effort and sweat they have hidden behind the glamorous? As the saying goes, one minute on stage, ten years off stage.
For example, Edison's childhood, like the ugly duckling written by Grandpa Andersen, is like the bud that hasn't bloomed in Grandma Bing Xin's pen, which is not attractive at all. Edison only studied for three months, and during these three months, he was not an excellent student and his grades were poor. But after he left school, he studied hard on his own and studied hard with perseverance. In order to find materials that can be used as filament, Edison worked all night, extracted 40,000 words of data, and experimented with 1600 kinds of minerals and 600 kinds of plants. Finally, he finally made the electric light shine with himself at the same time, becoming a world-famous scientific giant, and later a white swan, a flower loved by all.
This successful flower written by Grandma Bing Xin refers to those ordinary people who have made achievements through hard work and unremitting efforts. Actually, everyone can do it. As long as you are willing to work hard and stick to the end, the victorious queen will smile at you! But what's the difference between bystanders who can only think but can't practice and lazy people? An ideal motto is well said: the name of the bystander will never climb on the scoreboard! Come on! Persistence is victory! That's right-you will succeed!
The last few sentences of a poem by Bing Xin, the flower of success, are written like this. "The flower of success, its budding bud, soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice." The truth revealed by this poem is that if you want to succeed, you must go through hardships and make sacrifices.
As the saying goes, "Suffering is a good opportunity to temper people." Yes! On the road to success, don't people who have their own success succeed from adversity? Which successful person can succeed without struggle? I can't find this. Sunshine always comes after storms, and success always comes after setbacks. So did the ancient people! It took Sima Guang 19 years to write Zi Tong Zhi Jian. Li Shizhen traveled almost half of China, visiting famous doctors and collecting herbs. He spent 27 years before and after writing Compendium of Materia Medica ... not only that, but also the stars and actors now. In people's eyes, it feels good to be a star. Sing a few songs and shoot an advertisement, and you can make money. In fact, they all have hard experiences behind them. In order to shoot TV series, many actors often have to shoot at four or five in the morning, and sometimes they have to wear skirts in winter to fight against the environment. Although tired, they are willing to show themselves in front of fans and fans for a better tomorrow, even if they are violent.
People live in this world, only after suffering do they find life interesting, so they go on smoothly, but they lose hope for life. People have overcome one setback after another since childhood.
The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold. This poem is about overcoming difficulties and getting a taste of sweetness. Of course, our road will be smooth sailing, and there will inevitably be bumps. As long as we cross this hurdle, we will succeed. Countless facts show that life is destined to go through hardships. How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? The rainbow will only be reserved for those who love to overcome, are not afraid of difficulties and go forward bravely. The dawn of victory will only be left to those who persevere and step on difficulties. As long as we can fight the difficulties to the end, victory will wave to us and the door to success will open to us.
Grandma Bing Xin said that the brilliance of flowers stems from struggle and sacrifice. One is "bubble" and the other is "dispersion", which vividly shows that the long-term struggle is a huge sacrifice. No pains, no gains, just as plum blossoms don't experience bitter cold, how can there be fragrant snow? It can also be proved that the hard work and dedication of the people of China are needed to make the flowers of the motherland brilliant and beautiful and the world envious.
7. Bing Xin's composition in my heart is more than 600 words.
Some people say that good prose is fresh as Lolita vanilla, gorgeous as bright sunshine, pure as a kiss of a newborn baby, and profound as a poem rhyming with bones. Close this excellent collection of Bing Xin's works, as if just strolling out of the forest in the early morning.
Bing Xin, a famous contemporary female writer, formerly known as Xie Wanying, is the most influential female writer since the May 4th Movement. Since 19 19 entered the literary world, in the long 80 years, she persistently dedicated her passion and all her love to generations, and at the same time influenced generations.
Bing Xin's works are unique in style and delicate and soft in writing. Her works are very popular with students and are very friendly to read. Especially the works written for children, with sincere feelings and vivid writing style, such as "Little Orange Lantern" and "Poor Little Reader", have aroused the writing interest of many young readers.
Nowadays, many teenagers regard pop stars and movie stars as idols and follow their example, so they neglect their studies. However, there will always be times when the stars are dim. When they are no longer known and sought after by the world, what is left? Compared with today's stars, Bing Xin's soul is sublime and transparent as crystal, leaving an imperative spiritual property for future generations. None of the children who read her works will hurt others' hearts.
Bing Xin's works and personality are symbols of truth, goodness and beauty, and have won the admiration and love of readers.
The moment I closed the book, my mother asked me for the book. After giving it to her, I saw my mother carefully leafing through every page. She looks like an eager pupil. Not only students and children, but also parents of students and even people of all ages can understand the true meaning of love when reading Bing Xin's works. In everyone's mind, she is not only a writer, but also a great philosopher.
Bing Xin will live in our hearts forever.
Bing Xin, the immortal "star" in our hearts.
8. About the image composition of Bing Xin 350 I bit my nose and read a blank composition book, and the teacher left another composition. How should I write it? What worries me most is the composition.
"Hi, hello, I'm the goddess of fate." Suddenly a beautiful girl with wings appeared in my room. "Do you have any wishes? I can help you achieve it! " She said again.
"Then take me to see grandma Bing Xin!" I said. No sooner had I finished than I was sucked into the time tunnel.
"Boy, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" As soon as my feet touched the ground, I heard grandma Bing Xin's kind voice. I looked up and looked at it carefully. I have silver hair and a kind smile. It's really grandma Bing Xin!
"Grandma Bing Xin, can I ask you a question?" I can't wait to ask.
"Go ahead." Grandma Bing Xin is still smiling kindly.
"How can I write a good composition? Why do I always write badly? " I said with some distress.
"The most important thing to write an article is to change it. Good articles are all changed, so you should accumulate more and observe more at ordinary times. You can certainly use it when you write it yourself? " Grandma Bing Xin smiled at me.
"Yes!" I replied.
"wake up! Isn't the child writing a composition? How did you fall asleep? " Mom's voice rang. ...
Although this is only a dream, it has a great inspiration to me.
9. The author Bing Xin's composition Bing Xin (190010.00.05 ─1999.02.28) is 99 years old and is from Hengling Village, Changle, Fujian Province. His original name was Xie Wanying and his pen name was Bing Xin.
It means "a piece of ice in the jade pot". Modern famous poet, writer, translator and children's writer.
He used to be honorary chairman of the Central Committee of China Association for Promoting Democracy, vice chairman of China Federation of Literary and Art Circles, honorary chairman and consultant of Chinese Writers Association, and honorary director of China Translators Association. She advocates "the philosophy of love". Motherly love and innocence are the themes of her works.
She loves children very much and regards them as "the most sacred person", which is deeply admired by the people. Her works are full of love for nature and praise for maternal love and innocence.
1900 10 was born in a family of naval officers with patriotism and reformism in Fuzhou. Her father Xie took part in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression to fight against the Japanese invaders. Later, he founded the naval school in Yantai and became the principal. In Yantai, Bing Xin began to study. During her initial homeschooling, she came into contact with China's classical literature. At the age of seven, she had read Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Water Margin.
At the same time, I also read Say No Series published by the Commercial Press, including critical realism works of19th century, such as The Story of a Piece of Meat by Dickens, a famous British writer. When I finished reading a piece of meat for the rest of my life, when I read that poor David ran out of the abusive shopkeeper's house to find his aunt, Bing Xin shed tears and broke the bun that his mother gave her as a snack. With the rise of the New Culture Movement and the outbreak of the May 4th Movement, Bing Xin closely linked her destiny with national rejuvenation. She devoted herself to the trend of the times and was selected as a student union document, so she joined the publicity unit of Beijing Women's Federation.
Under the banner of "for the sake of life", her creations flowed out continuously, and she published the novel Superman that attracted the attention of critics and the poems such as Stars and Spring Water that aroused the response of social literary circles, thus promoting the trend of "writing poems" in the early stage of new poetry. 192 1, join the literature research society. At this time, his works mostly revolve around the three themes of maternal love, childlike innocence and nature, and construct the core of Bing Xin's thought-"the philosophy of love".
Representative works include Superman, Boredom, Stars, Springs, etc. 1923, Bing Xin won the Wellesley Women's University Scholarship with excellent results.
Before and after studying abroad, she began to publish a series of communication essays with "To a Little Reader" as the general title, which became the cornerstone of children's literature in China. Bing Xin, who is in her early twenties, has become a minor celebrity in China's literary world. 1940 moved to Chongqing and became a member of the National Political Council.
Soon after, he joined the Anti-Enemy Association of China literary and art circles, enthusiastically engaged in cultural salvation activities, and wrote influential prose chapters such as About Women and Sending Young Readers Again. People commented on her like this: "China was an outstanding literary master, a loyal patriot, a famous social activist and a close friend of China in the 20th century."
Under the lamp, I read Bing Xin's handy words again, and I was moved again. "Qian Qian thousands of angels, get up and sing praises to the children, children! His small body contains a great soul. "
The child's heart will always be a piece of pure land, too clean to hold a grain of sand. They are naive and carefree. Although childlike, but also childlike and lovely.
The child is very simple. They always regard this world as their paradise. Without any restraint, you can have fun if you laugh happily, cry as much as you want, and vent freely. They are like a blank sheet of paper, spotless and enviable.
They have an innate instinct to simplify complex things, so people who are childlike are always young, and it is a perfect state to keep childlike innocence forever. Every heart is a vast world.
"mom! Put aside your sadness and let me sink into your arms. Only you are the settlement of my soul. " Maternal love is an eternal topic in the world.
"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays!" Motherly love is great, noble and selfless. He and she always care about you silently and casually, infiltrating your life.
And you, enjoying her love without knowing it, "don't know when to be blessed." When you found out, your mother was already haggard and gray-haired because of the vicissitudes of the world or the ups and downs of her family and the hardships of life, but the only constant was her love for you as always.
Children are the whole of a mother's life, and she can pay for you at all costs. As long as you are happy, she will suffer no matter how hard. What does it feel like to miss your old life in the dead of night? "Late at night! Please allow me to be tired, put down my pen and have quiet contact with you. "
When the birds returned to the forest, all was silent. On this quiet night, looking up at the stars all over the sky, my heart ripples in circles.
I miss my former self, that confident face, that high-spirited fighting spirit and that unyielding tenacity all reflect my courage. Life is limited. In this limited life, we have lost too much, but we have also gained in the loss.
The past is not the past, but can only be used as an eternal memorial. What is visible is not the future, what is invisible is eternity.
Prosperity is exhausted, perhaps this paradise is hidden behind it. Prosperity and wealth, intoxicated by money and money, are just passing away.
Only at night can I listen to my heart, and only at night can I pour out my heart. Night, mysterious, people can't help but imagine.
"Time! Am I too sorry for you now? However, what I left behind is temporary, and what I am pursuing is forever. " "An inch of time is an inch of gold, and a thousand dollars can't buy an inch of time."
Time never waits for people, it always passes by inadvertently. Time is life, fools just sit and wait, but wise people are completely different. They know how to use their time.
In a limited time, it is meaningful to devote one's life to endless efforts. Human life will run out of oil sooner or later, but time will not stop walking and will not stop the end of life.
What kind of life is glamorous? Cherishing time is the only way. Bing Xin's love is broad and deep, just like the sea she loves.
The vastness of the sea.
10. The article was written by Bing Xin.
Small orange lamp
This was more than ten years ago.
On the afternoon of the day before the Spring Festival,
I went to see a friend in the suburbs of Chongqing. She lives above the town hall in that village. Walking up the dark reverse stairs, I entered a room with a square table, several bamboo stools and a telephone on the wall. Then I went into my friend's room, separated from the outside by a curtain. She is not at home. There is a note on the table by the window saying that she will go out temporarily and asked me to wait for her.
I sat down at her desk and picked up a newspaper and read it. Suddenly I heard the outside door creak open. After a while, I heard someone moving a bamboo stool. I opened the curtain and saw a little girl, only about eight or nine years old, with a thin and pale face, purple lips with cold, short hair, worn-out clothes and a pair of sandals barefoot, boarding a bamboo stool to meet the listener on the wall. When she saw me, she seemed startled and shrank back. I asked her, "Are you going to call?" As she climbed down the bamboo stool, she nodded and said, "I'm going to the hospital to find Dr. Hu." My mother just vomited a lot of blood! " "I asked," Do you know the phone number of the hospital? " She shook her head and said, "I was just about to ask the telephone office ..." I quickly found the hospital number from the phone book next to the machine and asked her, "Who should I invite to see a doctor?" She said, "Just say that Wang Chunlin's family is ill and she will come. "
The phone got through, she thanked me gratefully and then left. I grabbed her and asked, "Is your home far?" She pointed out the window and said, "It's just under the big yellow fruit tree in the mountain nest, and it's within walking distance." With that, he went downstairs.
I went back to the house, read the newspaper from beginning to end, and picked up a copy of Three Hundred Tang Poems. Halfway through it, it was getting darker and darker, but my friend still didn't come back. Bored, I stood up, looked at the misty mountain scenery outside the window, saw the hut under the Huangguoshu, and suddenly wanted to see the little girl and her sick mother. I went downstairs and bought some red oranges at the door, stuffed them in my handbag and walked along the uneven stone road to the door of the hut.
I locked the door gently. Just now, the little girl came out to open the door. She looked up at me, paused for a moment, and then smiled and beckoned me in. The room was small and dark, covered with boards against the wall. Her mother lay flat with her eyes closed. She is probably asleep, her head is covered with blood, and her face is turned inward, only to see the messy hair on her face and a big bun at the back of her head. There is a small charcoal stove by the door, with a small casserole on it, steaming slightly. The little girl asked me to sit on the stool in front of the stove. She squatted next to me and looked at me all the time. I asked softly, "Has the doctor been here?" She said, "yes, I gave my mother an injection ... she is fine now." She seemed to comfort me and said, "Don't worry, the doctor will come again tomorrow morning." I asked, "Did she eat? What's in this pot? " She smiled and said, "sweet potato porridge-our New Year's Eve." I remembered the oranges I brought, so I took them out and put them on the low table beside the bed. Without saying anything, she reached for the biggest orange, peeled off a section of the skin with a small knife, and gently rubbed more than half of the bottom with her hands.
I asked in a low voice, "Who else is in your family?" She said, "No one is here now, my father has gone outside ..." She didn't go on, but slowly took out an orange from the orange peel and put it next to her mother's pillow.
The dim light of the fire gradually dimmed, and it was even darker outside. I stood up to leave and she took my hand. She quickly took the big needle of twine and surrounded the small orange bowl relatively, like a small basket, carrying it with a small bamboo stick. She also took a short foreign wax head from the windowsill, lit it inside and handed it to me, saying, "It's dark, the road is slippery, and this little orange lamp will shine on you up the hill!" "
I took it appreciatively and thanked her. She walked me out. I don't know what to say. She seemed to comfort me and said, "Dad will be back soon. My mother will be fine by then. " She drew a circle in front of her with her little hand and finally pressed it on my hand: "We are all fine!" " "Obviously, this" everyone "also includes me.
I am carrying this clever little orange lamp and walking slowly on the dark and humid mountain road. This hazy orange light really can't shine far, but the little girl's calm, brave and optimistic spirit inspired me, and I seemed to feel that there was infinite light in front of me!
My friend has come back and saw me carrying a small orange lamp and asked me where I came from. I said, "From ... from Wang Chunlin's house." She said in surprise, "Wang Chunlin the carpenter, how do you know him?" Last year, at the foot of the medical school, several students were regarded as * * *, and later Wang Chunlin also disappeared. It is said that he often delivers letters for those students ... "
That night, I left the mountain village, and I never heard from the little girl and her mother again.
But from then on, every Spring Festival, I will think of that little orange lamp. 12 years have passed, and the little girl's father must have come back early. Her mother must be fine, too, right? Because we are all "good"!