Chapter One: People who have read Xi Murong's essays and Xi Murong's essays are often infected by her delicate and touching style. Her article is full of wisdom. She always digs up some unremarkable things and then turns them into words for us to share. In her article, there are no words worthy of scrutiny, and there is no profound philosophy that is puzzling. It is only a logical statement to us, but it can ripple in people's hearts.
Picked up a collection of Xi Murong's essays and looked at the cover, entitled "Transparent Sorrow". Behind these words are red marks, two flowers and floating petals. Presumably this collection of essays is a sad record of Xi Murong's life. After carefully reading the poem on the cover, I finally understand that all these are Xi Murong's feelings about life caused by various things when he was young.
I just flipped through it and saw a title called "Battle". I think: What does Xi Murong describe in his article is the struggle between whom? I entered this article with questions.
After reading it, all the questions in my mind are gone. The original text describes her struggle with the right to work and enjoy nature. As a result, I finally slipped into the embrace of nature from the busy work gap, and my mood suddenly became clear.
Yes, we were born in a complicated and troubled world. Adults have adult troubles, and we also have students' troubles. However, we ignore the enjoyment of mental relaxation. Take some time to find our spiritual paradise, where nature gives us spiritual energy. Like the author, with a boundless mood, away from the chaotic secular land, to the embrace of nature, where the sky is high and the clouds are light, the weather is beautiful, there is no busy torture, only the vitality brought by the spirit. After a period of time, we will return to the secular world and get in touch with the noise and noise again, but at this moment we are brand new.
At this time, I can confidently say: "We are not escaping, but we have made a small struggle for our busy work. Fortunately, nature accommodates our floating hearts and gives us a stress-free mentality. "
Let go of your troubles, stroll through nature and appreciate the beauty of the blue sky; Listen to the birds singing; The gentleness of bathing in the sun. If you can't even do this, you can't succeed. But don't worry at this time, take a look at Xi Murong's prose The Fight! In this way, you will have more leisure, joy and detachment.
Let's enjoy and care for nature together!
Chapter 2: After reading Xi Murong's Prose Collection, I feel faint and fragrant, and I can also smell thousands of miles. Five hundred miles to worship Buddha, never tire of seeing it. ...
Late at night, about two or three. Turn on the desk lamp, quietly and slowly, with a heart that only belongs to you, and listen to the sound of residual rain splashing on the ground when one or two wheels pass by the window. Love is deep, and my heart is gradually quiet, as if I saw the wetness on the page. The confusion in my heart blurs my sight.
Love is an eternal topic. Xi Murong, as a Mongolian, let us know that anyone's understanding of love is regardless of region or race. Mother's love, friend's love ... put into words and interpret love incisively and vividly, which is unforgettable.
As an artist studying abroad, Xi Murong has a unique and delicate aesthetic feeling. Everything you do is full of this kind of beauty. Naturally, this kind of beauty is also integrated into her articles, which makes her articles full of beauty. Hehe, what beautiful, elegant and beautiful words "beauty" and "love" are! It is precisely because of this that we can read hope, vitality and motivation from her articles. As the carrier of this beautiful power, it is just plain words, unlike prose, but elusive. Mom is an umbrella, a pod, and we are children under the umbrella, beans in the pod. This is what the author told her mother. In this article about birthday cards, the author sent a birthday card to her mother when she was fourteen. For the next period of time, whenever her mother's birthday, she hurriedly bought a card on the street in other countries and sent it to her. Later I learned that I had no interest in it. It was my mother's most important and precious birthday card. When I read this article, I cried with the author. Today, I can't remember the exact year. But the scene at that time was vaguely remembered. I was playing a popular online game and suddenly remembered that it was Mother's Day. I wanted to surprise my mother, so I immediately wrote a blessing card. After several years of Mother's Day, I didn't send her anything for various reasons. One day, we talked about this topic. I asked her when I sent her a card. She said without hesitation: "May 2009 10". Suddenly found that my greeting card, has been stored in my mother's heart. Small birthday cards represent the love of countless children for their mothers. Yes, mother can give too much love. We can only pay a little, so naturally we should be treasured by our mother and feel it all our lives.
Xi Murong decorated love with beauty, spread love in each of our hearts with straightforward words, and told us how to love and be loved, truly and from the heart.
Put out the desk lamp, it was dark all around, "pa", I turned on the headlights on the ceiling.
Chapter 3: What a beautiful book it is! The elegant ink flowers on the cover are so beautiful that they bring my thoughts in. I am infected by her delicate and touching style.
Her article is full of warmth. After careful reading, her articles are as simple as ink and wash: passers-by, wild flowers and weeds on the path, small shells by the sea ... many unremarkable things will be ignored, even meaningless, and will not be seen at all, but she can notice them and see their inherent excellent quality.
I sigh, I sigh her exquisiteness, and her language is simple. There are no words to push through, and there is no amazing philosophy. This is a matter of course. But it can stir up ripples in people's hearts.
What impressed me most was strict father in Transparent Sorrow. The author sighed at a beef seller and guessed his family from his face. Running around in such a hot summer, you must be a father, working so hard for his children, but don't you think his children can understand his father?
I have read many articles and found that the articles about father's love are so profound. Father often goes out day and night for the sake of family, family survival, family happiness and perfection, which makes the father who handles complicated things look severe. Strict father, lonely and silent, has a strict appearance, but actually loves nothing. However, ignorant children can't understand it. They like to throw themselves into their mother's soft and warm arms. When their father came home after a hard day's work, he found that he could not go in and enjoy the sweetness of the home he supported. Maybe his father will be happy! It doesn't matter if children don't understand, as long as you are a father and love them, that's enough!
After reading this article, I feel unspeakable uncomfortable, want to cry, and want to give my father a hug immediately. At the same time, I also have doubts Why didn't my father explain their behavior? Let the children understand him, let him enjoy the warmth of home, and unconsciously think of his father. ...
Although my father is not strict father, he is always on the move, even waiting for me to go to bed. I think work is more important to my father than me, so I always give him hot and cold, and sometimes I ignore him and he says nothing.
Sometimes I wake up from the sound of my father opening the door and find that no matter how late he comes back, he will come to my room. Turn off the electric fan in summer and pull the quilt corners for me in winter. At that time, I was too young to take it to heart, but now I know that this little gesture also contains my father's deep love for me. He loves me. Should I know, understand and love him more?
Father's love is like a mountain, deep. Although my father's love for us will not be earth-shattering, his love for us permeates the details of life, but we have never found it.
Chapter Four: After reading the Collection of Xi Murong's Prose, I feel sincere, smart, silent and elegant. I mentioned pen and ink, and the ink was faintly stretched on this collection of essays by Xi Murong. Can only resist these eight words.
I was finally moved by her delicate and touching style, and I liked her sincere and gentle words and her feeling of joy and sorrow at that time. I have read many famous articles. To be elegant, it should be a girl named Xi Murong. According to Teacher Chen, Xi Murong's prose and poetry have entered people's literary world in her time, and they are thriving.
After reading the gorgeous style for a long time, I actually want to savor it, but I still need to add a little gentle breath, try to accept the elegance of Ms. Xi Murong slowly, and feel that it is time to be happy when the flowers bloom; Flowers fade and lament. It brings you a woman's elegance and color, and reveals the love in life. The beauty in love is like a beautiful picture unfolding slowly in front of you. Only when you touch it, do you find that the golden wind and jade dew are silent.
She once said: "It turns out that ordinary life is rich in beauty and endless." Therefore, there is often a feeling of gratitude and emotion in her heart. Gratitude is very important to us. Living in this world, everything in the world, even a grass and a tree, is given to us by nature. When enjoying a beautiful life, don't forget all kinds of enjoyment of this life, where it originated and who gave it, so that you can learn to be grateful.
A kind of infatuation has also turned into a dreamlike unreality, like wandering in loneliness and wondering, like running water blowing through my heart.
There are flowers in the moonlight window. There is an essay called Window. This article mainly tells the story of the author's return to Taiwan Province Province after 40 years. The window is still there, but Taipei is not what it used to be. The lush plantains that the author saw at the teacher's house reminded me of the plantains in front of his window. The last three paragraphs touched me deeply. After the tempering of life, I came back to Taipei to see the present. People's eyes are full of desire. Seeing this, it is estimated that no one can bear to see this, lamenting that things have changed, and sadly, people are not old. Only the dusty guqin in front of the window is still playing the last sound of that era. So sad! Why are you happy when you get it, and worried when you lose it? Only when I see the green banana can I know my sorrow for the vicissitudes of life!
The corners of the mouth are slightly curved, and the faint politeness seems to be integrated with the warmth, so I am willing not to think about it, not to say it, just to turn the page quietly and indulge in her words-
Therefore, reading her works in such an era is a good way to purify the soul. Xi Murong, a writer who really loves life, is not proud of playing with words or confusing people.