Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains are moist, the water is long, and the sun is blushing.
The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees.
Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in full bloom, and you won't let me or I won't let you. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow.
When you close your eyes, the flowers are sweet, and the trees seem to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around.
Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered among flowers, like eyes, like stars, still flashing. "Blowing your face is not cold, willow trees become a shade", yes, like a mother's hand touching you.
The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends proudly showed off her crisp voice and sang melodious songs, which set each other off in harmony with the light wind and flowing water.
The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time. Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days.
Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof.
The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green to the eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night.
Going to the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people are walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing hemp fiber and hats. Their thatched cottage is sparse and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In urban and rural areas, every household, old and young, came out one by one, as if in a hurry.
Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring"; At the beginning, there is plenty of time and hope. Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile. Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet. He led us forward.
2. Excerpts from good words and sentences in Zhu Ziqing's prose
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. Look, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, dense.
The ground is woven obliquely, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green. The grass is too green to see your eyes clearly.
At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the country, on the road,
By the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing wrinkled clothes and wrinkled hats. Their house,
Sparse and silent in the rain.
Tanghe's moonlight
On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt.
Among the layers of leaves, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some are in bud. just as
Pearl after pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, bringing a wisp of fragrance,
Like a faint song from a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, instantly.
It passed through the lotus pond. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks.
Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
3. Excerpts from Zhu Ziqing's Prose Speaking of winter, I suddenly thought of tofu. It's a "small ocean pot" (aluminum pot) for cooking tofu. It's hot. The water is tumbling,
Like many fisheye, there is a small piece of tofu in it, which is tender and smooth, like a white fox coat that is worn backwards. Pot in "
Foreign stoves "(coal didn't blow up the stove), the stoves were blackened, showing the whiteness of tofu. "It's night,
The house is old, although it is lit with "foreign lights", it is still dark. Sitting around the table are my father and our brothers. "
The foreign stove is too high, so my father often stands up, with a slightly crooked face and staring eyes, sticking his head out from the dense heat.
Put chopsticks, pick up tofu and put them in our soy sauce plate one by one. We sometimes do it ourselves, but the stove really
Too high, always too high, always enjoying too much. This is not eating, just playing. Father said it was too late.
It's cold, so everyone will be warmer after eating. We all like this kind of white water tofu; As soon as the table came up, I watched the pot and waited.
Hot air, waiting in the hot air for tofu to fall off my father's chopsticks. It is winter again. I remember it was on the night of November 16th of the lunar calendar.
Actually, I was in a canoe with Mr. S and Mr. P in the West Lake. Jun S has just arrived in Hangzhou to teach, and wrote in advance that "we are going to visit the West Lake.
Whether it is winter. "The moonlight was very good that night, and now I think it shines on me. It turned out that the night before was a "promise of the moon"
"; Maybe the moon in November is really special. It's past nine o'clock, and it seems that we are the only rowers on the lake.
The wind is a little strong, and the moonlight sheds soft water waves; Just then, the line reflected light, like new silver. There are only mountains left on the lake.
A vague shadow. Occasionally there are one or two lights under the mountain. S Jun Kouzhan has two poems: "A few stars shine on the fishing village, and the ink is light."
Underplay the scars in the distance. "We don't talk much, just paddling. I gradually fell asleep. P jun "hello"
After a pause, I raised my eyelids and saw him smiling. The boatman asked him if he wanted to go to Jingsi Temple. Today is Amitabha's birthday, so
The edge is quite lively. When I arrived at the temple, the temple was brightly lit and full of the voice of the Buddha chanting. this
That was more than ten years ago, and Mr. S often corresponded with him. Mr. P heard that it was changed several times, and it was in a special place the year before last.
The inland revenue department collected a special tax, and there was no news after that.
After a winter in Taizhou, there are four people in my family. Taizhou is a mountain city, which can be said to be in a mountain valley. have only
A street two miles long. On other roads, almost no one can be seen during the day; It is dark at night. Occasionally, people will come in through the window.
A small lamp and a walking torch; But that's very few. We live at the foot of the mountain. Have a plenty of mountains.
The wind in the pine forest is like a bird or two in the sky. I went in late summer and early spring, but it seems that I will always live in winter.
Like the sky; But even in winter, it is not cold. We live upstairs, and the study faces the road; Someone is talking on the road, but
In order to hear clearly. But because there are too few people walking, sometimes there is a sound, which sounds far away.
It was the wind, but it was outside the window. As strangers, we often just sit at home besides going to school. Madame
Also used to that kind of loneliness, only with grandpa. Although it is always winter outside, it is always spring at home. Once I ...
Walking into the street, when I came back, the wide window of the kitchen downstairs was open, next to them was their mother and son side by side; Three faces
Smile at me, innocent. It seems that Taizhou is empty, only the four of us; Heaven and earth are empty, and I am the only one.
Four people. It was the tenth year of the Republic of China, and my wife had just come out from home and was at home. Now she has been dead for almost four years, but I am still old.
Remember the shadow of her smile
No matter how cold, windy and snowy it is, it always warms my heart when I think about it.
4. Comment on Zhu Ziqing's "Spring" 3 sentences (1) "Looking forward to it, looking forward to it, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching." (The first section of the text)
When "hope" is used together, the yearning for spring will come to the fore. In the future of spring, write the spring breeze and footsteps first. If you don't see the man, smell his voice first. It's charming. "Footsteps" are personified, as if spring came to the world with brisk steps and vivid images.
(2) "Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, it is like cow hair, like a needle, like a filament, and it is densely woven. " (Section 6 of the text)
"Don't bother", as if the author is talking with us and exchanging knowledge about spring rain. I felt very cordial and suddenly changed my view of the spring rain. The annoying spring rain has also become very lovely at this time. ……
5. Comment on Zhu Ziqing's "Spring" 3 sentences 1 Spring is like a doll that just landed. It is new from head to toe, and it is still growing.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet. He led us forward.
Comments: Three Yu Yingchun, deepening the theme, novel image and profound meaning.
2. Look, it's like ox hair, like a needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to stare at your eyes.
Comments: The combination of three metaphors and three concrete images is appropriate and can arouse readers' love for spring rain.
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.
Comments: The repeated use of "looking forward" shows your longing for spring. Announcing the arrival of spring by the "East Wind" is full of joy.
6. Excerpts from Zhu Ziqing's Prose Speaking of winter, I suddenly thought of tofu.
It's a "small ocean pot" (aluminum pot) for cooking tofu. It's hot. The water rolled like the eyes of many fish, and small pieces of tofu were left in it, tender and smooth, just like the white fox coat worn by 7A68696416FE4B893E5B19E31333231623565.
The pot is on the "foreign stove" (the coal is not inflated), and the stove and stove are blackened, which shows the whiteness of tofu. It's night and the house is very old. Although "foreign lights" were lit, it was still dark.
Sitting around the table are my father and our brothers. The "foreign stove" is too high. My father often has to stand up, squint slightly, reach into chopsticks from the dense heat, pick up tofu and put it into our pickles one by one.
Sometimes we do it ourselves, but the stove is too high, or too high, or much more enjoyable. This is not eating, just playing.
Father said it was cold at night, so everyone would be warmer after eating. We all like this kind of white water tofu; As soon as I served, I looked at the pot eagerly, waiting for the hot air, waiting for the tofu that fell from my father's chopsticks in the hot air.
It is winter again. I remember that it was the night of November 16th of the lunar calendar. Mr. S and Mr. P and I were sitting by the West Lake. Mr. S had just arrived in Hangzhou to teach and wrote in advance, saying, "We are going to visit the West Lake, whether it is winter or not."
The moonlight that night was really good, and now it still shines on me. It turned out that the night before was the "first of the month"; Maybe the moon in November is really special.
It's past nine o'clock, and it seems that we are the only rowers on the lake. The wind is a little strong, and the moonlight sheds soft water waves; Just then, the line reflected light, like new silver.
There are only faint shadows left on the mountains on the lake. Occasionally there are one or two lights under the mountain.
S Jun Kouzhan has two poems: "A few stars shine on the fishing village, and the ink is light and the distance is light." We don't talk much, only the sound of oars is even.
I gradually fell asleep. P jun "hello" for a moment, then raised his eyelids and saw him smiling.
The boatman asked him if he wanted to go to Jingsi Temple. Today is Amitabha's birthday, and it's quite lively there. When I arrived at the temple, the temple was brightly lit and full of the voice of the Buddha chanting.
This was more than ten years ago, and Mr. S often wrote to him. Mr. p heard that it was changed several times. The year before last, he received a special tax from a special tax bureau, and never heard from him again. After a winter in Taizhou, there are four people in my family.
Taizhou is a mountain city, which can be said to be in a mountain valley. There is only one street two miles long.
On other roads, almost no one can be seen during the day; It is dark at night. Occasionally, someone's window reveals a little light, and pedestrians hold torches; But that's very few.
We live at the foot of the mountain. Some are the wind in the pine forest on the mountain and the shadows of birds in the sky.
I went in late summer and early spring, but it seems that I have been living in winter; But even in winter, it is not cold. We live upstairs, and the study faces the road; You can clearly hear someone talking on the road.
But because there are too few people walking, sometimes there is a sound, which can only be heard when the far wind comes, but it is unexpectedly outside the window. As strangers, we often just sit at home besides going to school.
My wife is used to that kind of loneliness, too, and only stays with our father. Although it is always winter outside, it is always spring at home.
Once I went to the street, when I came back, the wide window of the kitchen downstairs was open, and their mother and son were lined up side by side; Three faces smiled at me with innocent smiles. It seems that Taizhou is empty, only the four of us; The sky is empty, and there are only four of us.
It was the tenth year of the Republic of China, and my wife had just come out from home and was at home. Now she has been dead for almost four years, but I still remember the shadow of her smile.
No matter how cold, windy and snowy it is, it always warms my heart when I think about it.
7. Appreciate Zhu Ziqing's prose "In the Spring". Mr. Zhu Ziqing described the spring grass like this: "The grass slipped out of the soil, tender and green, in the garden, in the field, and at first glance, it was full. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps and hide. The wind is light. Even the grass in spring is so beautiful and full of vitality. Spring flowers are so charming in the writer's pen: "Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, you won't let me, I won't let you, they are all in bloom." Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay, white is like snow, and flowers are sweet; When I close my eyes, the tree seems to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass like eyes, like stars, blinking and blinking. "From: Composition Encyclopedia Even the most common spring rain is poetic in Mr. Zhu Ziqing's pen:" Like a thin thread, it is woven obliquely, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. "Let's see how dazzling spring is in the writer Mr. Zheng Zhenduo's works:" It only rained a few times in Mao Mao. The breeze is blowing thousands of yellow willows. Green grass, green leaves and colorful flowers gather together like a market, forming a dazzling spring.
8. Good words, sentences and paragraphs in Zhu Ziqing's prose, looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching.
Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed.
The tender green grass crawled out of the ground. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees.
Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, you won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all full of flowers. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow.
Flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, the tree seemed to be covered with peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around.
Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass like stars, still blinking. "Blow your face and chill the breeze" is good, like a mother's hand touching you. There is a smell of newly dug soil in the wind, mixed with the smell of grass and various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air.
Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Call friends to show off her crisp voice and sing tactfully, which is in harmony with the cool breeze and flowing water. The shepherd boy's piccolo on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset.
You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green to the eyes.
At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path and by the stone bridge, some people are walking slowly with umbrellas, and some farmers are working in the fields, wearing wrinkled hats.
Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain. There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground.
Every family in urban and rural areas, old and young, came out one by one. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing.
"A year's plan lies in spring", which has just begun, some are kung fu and some are hope. Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile. Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and legs, leading us forward.
I haven't seen my father for over two years. What I can't forget most is his back. That winter, my grandmother died and my father was relieved of his job. This is a day when it never rains but it pours.
I went from Beijing to Xuzhou, and I plan to go home with my father. I went to Xuzhou to see my father, saw the messy things in the yard, and thought of my grandmother. I can't help crying.
Father said, "Well, don't be sad, but God never shuts one door but he opens another!" " "I went home to sell pawns, and my father lost money; Borrowing money for the funeral again. The situation at home these days is very bleak, partly for the funeral and partly for my father's leisure.
After the funeral, my father will go to Nanjing to work, and I will go back to Beijing to study. Let's go together. In Nanjing, a friend made an appointment to go sightseeing and stayed for one day. The next morning, I will cross the river to Pukou and get on the bus in the afternoon.
Because my father is busy, he has decided not to send it, and found a familiar waiter in the hotel to accompany him. He repeatedly told the waiter to be very careful.
But he finally worried that the waiter was not suitable; I hesitated for a moment. In fact, I was twenty years old that year, and I have traveled to and from Beijing two or three times, so it doesn't matter.
He hesitated for a while and finally decided to take me personally. I advised him not to go; He just said, "Never mind, they can't walk well!" We crossed the river and entered the station.
I bought a ticket and he was busy looking after the luggage. There is too much luggage, so you have to tip the porter to go.
He is busy bargaining with them again. I was really smart at that time, and I always thought he was going to interrupt myself because he didn't speak well, but he finally settled the price; Walk me to the car.
He chose a chair near the door for me; I spread out the purple coat he made for me and sat down. He told me to be careful on the road, to be alert at night and not to catch a cold.
And let the waiter take good care of me. I laughed at his pedantry in my mind; They only know money, they just ask for it! Can't people my age take care of themselves? Well, now that I think about it, it was really clever at that time! I said, "Dad, you go."
He looked out of the car and said, "I'll buy some oranges." You stay here and don't walk around. "
I think there are some vendors waiting for customers outside the fence on the platform over there. To get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump down and climb up.
Father is a fat man, so it is naturally more troublesome to walk there. I was going to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go.
It was not difficult to see him limping to the railway and leaning down slowly, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway.
He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing signs of hard work. Then I saw his back, and my tears soon flowed down.
I quickly dried my tears. I'm afraid he will see it, and I'm afraid others will see it.
When I looked out again, he had come back with the bright red orange in his arms. When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, picked them up and left.
When I arrived here, I hurried to help him. He and I walked to the front of the car and put oranges on my fur coat.
So I dived into the dirt on my clothes and felt very relaxed. After a while, he said, "I'm leaving. Write it there! " I watched him go out.
He took a few steps, turned around and saw me and said, "Go in, there's no one inside." When his back was mixed with the crowds coming and going, I couldn't find it anymore, so I came in and sat down, and tears came again.
In recent years, my father and I have been running around, and the situation at home is getting worse and worse. When he was a teenager, he went out to make a living, made his own living and did many great things.
I didn't know the original environment was so depressing! He was so sad that he couldn't control himself. If you are depressed in the middle, it is natural to send it out; Family trifles often touch his anger.
He treats me differently. But in the last two years, he finally forgot my shortcomings and only thought about me and my son.
After I came to the north, he wrote me a letter, which said, "I am in good health, but my arm hurts badly, so I put up my finger and raised my pen."