1. When a child is lonely, he will create a world and many spiritual friends.
Appreciation: The heart of an innocent child is the purest. It eliminates selfish thoughts, stays away from desires and disputes, and only accommodates the best and most sincere feelings in the world. The real life of an innocent child may not be good, but human beings are the most beautiful and beautiful. The purest feelings are connected and eternal. All the innocent people in the world will become their bosom friends and friends. It is these spiritual friends and beautiful feelings that will become the broad and broad spiritual world created by the innocent people.
2. The sun is shining brightly in the sky, the mountains are stretching, and the clusters of white flowers are like a flowing river. It was as if all the lives in the world were invited to come. At this moment, under the transparent and mellow sunshine, they cheered at the same time, whirled at the same time, and transformed into countless free and floating light points at the same time. Such an afternoon full of white flowers always feels like déjà vu, and it always feels like a gathering that can be put into any kind of time and space. You can put it in the Book of Songs, you can put it in the Songs of Chu, you can put it in classicism, and at the same time you can put it in the writing of post-impressionism - in any beautiful record of human beings, there should be such an afternoon, such an early summer.
Appreciation:
This passage uses vivid and beautiful brushwork to describe the beautiful scenery of the blooming tung flowers. It combines vision and hearing, movement and stillness, and is full of vitality and movement. The author uses metaphors to compare the prosperous and blooming scenes to flowing rivers and the sunshine to mellow honey, depicting this scene as extremely beautiful. The last parallel sentence strengthens the momentum of the sentence, making people feel the vitality that erupts when the tung flowers are in full bloom, as if the entire hillside is covered by tung flowers, and the tension of life extends infinitely. The author's imagination is full of romantic dreams.
3. The rain is like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaving into a soft net that covers the entire autumn world. The sky and the earth were dark, like the roofs of ancient houses covered with cobwebs. The gray-white clouds piled in the sky are like white powder peeling off the roof. Under the cover of this ancient roof, everything is extremely dull. The green pomegranates, mulberry trees, and grapevines in the garden only represent the prosperity of the past midsummer. Now they have become the relics of ancient Roman architecture, shivering in the sound of rain, recalling the glorious past. The color of the grass has turned into a melancholic yellow, and there are no fresh flowers to be found on the ground. The delicate daffodils planted outside the dormitory wall lowered their heads, with tears in their eyes, sighing at their misfortune. A beautiful sunny day is met with a rainy day filled with bad weather. Only the sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner has a few tender stamens as precious as gold, carefully hidden under the green oval leaves, revealing a little hope of new life sprouting.
Appreciation:
Sometimes I don’t like Zhang Ailing’s writing so much. Just like this autumn rain, others will write about a warm and moist atmosphere, but she writes about it in a dark and gloomy way, with light. Just the brushstrokes make people feel cold and trembling.
But perhaps this is the charm of Zhang Ailing’s writing, which is flamboyant and dark, yet so real, detecting the deepest part of people’s hearts. This article is written carefully, using only metaphors and personifications to make Qiu Yu lifelike, and also brings a layer of dull and lonely color. For this article, it is full of gray, melancholy, desolation, desolation, and a senseless comedy of life. The only ray of hope that sprouts is the low osmanthus tree that no one cares about.
4. Now, the sun rises, the fog gradually dissipates, and the wilderness is green and soft. It makes me feel that even if I accidentally fall down from this mountain, I will not fall. A piece of skin was scratched, it was flicked twice at most, and it was stained with green that couldn't be washed away with a sock. And the small river that goes around the foot of the mountain is also green, it is another kind of green, bright, as if it has been mixed with oil. As for the mountain, it is still green, but it is a pile of rich dark green, which makes It makes people feel that no matter where they start, they can't get even a crack. It makes people feel that even if they peel off two layers of it, its green color will still not be reduced. In addition, my screen window is also green, a very light green. When the sun shines on it, it really looks as ethereal as the gauze skirt of an ancient beauty. You think, I am writing to you on such a green morning, how can my heart not be filled with vibrant green?
Appreciation:
The author fully mobilizes vision and touch to vividly depict the green color of spring. Metaphors are used in many places and the images are vivid. I like this passage because it makes me feel warm after reading it. Where does this kind of warmth come from? I think it flows from those warm words, "bright", "rich" and "vibrant". Because it is written for children, it is more poetic and beautiful. . The green in the author's writing seems to be alive and flowing, as if it appears in front of the eyes in the letter. I also like green, and I also like this piece of green described by the author. Their vitality makes people feel happy and hopeful.
5. At that time, in Nanjing, I had just begun to remember some fragmentary things. A beautiful countryside often appeared in the picture. I quietly walked away from the adults and sat alone on the grass. The leaves of the sycamore tree began to bloom. It fell, rustled, and fell, bringing many mysterious feelings of beauty into my heart. I suddenly became confused, and my little heart simply couldn't bear this excitement. I just picked up a fallen leaf in confusion. The leaves are yellow-brown and curved, like a boat carrying dreams, and there are two beautiful sycamore seeds growing on the side of the boat.
Every time there was a gust of wind, I would shuttle through the rain of fallen leaves and pick up phoenix trees lying on the ground. There must be one or two sycamore seeds that I have not picked up that have sprouted on the grass, right? Twenty years later, I seem to be able to hear the distant west wind and the rustling of fallen leaves in the wind. I can still see those ships carrying dreams, sailing in the grassland, sailing in the hope of a seed.
Appreciation:
This text expresses the love for the leaves of the phoenix tree in beautiful writing. The onomatopoeia of "簌簌" is vivid and expressive, allowing readers to guess the scene. "Mysterious beauty" describes the characteristics of the sycamore tree in autumn. Mysterious and graceful, the sycamore leaves are full of infinite charm and beauty in the author's eyes, and are extremely contagious. Using metaphors, the shape of the sycamore leaves is vividly described. The author describes the color, shape and other aspects, and compares the leaves to a small boat. There are also sycamores on the sides of the boat, which makes everyone who reads it fascinated and wants to take a look at this beautiful sycamore. Tree. The author has a rich imagination and vividly expresses the beauty of autumn.
6. The city of Chadong was built on the water and close to the mountain. On the side near the mountain, the city wall is like a long snake, climbing along the mountain. On the water side, there is room on the riverside outside the city to set up a pier, and small tent boats can be berthed in the bay. When the boat goes down, it carries tung oil, green salt, and dyed rafts. Upstream, cotton, yarn, cloth, groceries and seafood are transported. There is a river street running through each dock. Most of the houses are on the ground and half on the water. Because of the limited space, all of the houses are equipped with stilts. The spring water rose in the river, and when the water gradually entered the streets, people on the river street used long ladders, one end of which was placed on the eaves of the house, and the other end on the city wall. Everyone was cursing and shouting, and brought their baggage and bedding. , rice vat, enter the city from the ladder, and then leave the city through the city gate when the water recedes. If the floods come particularly fiercely in a certain year, one or two of the stilted buildings along the river will be washed away by the flood, and everyone will stare at them from above.
Appreciation:
A good scene description should be concise and descriptive. You can’t find gorgeous rhetoric in Shen Congwen’s writing, but you can clearly understand it from such a description. I can feel the outline of the scenery in my brushstrokes, "The city wall is like a long snake, crawling along the edge of the mountain." The indescribable feeling complements the light atmosphere of the article.
Original, hehehe