Zhang Ailing’s character description essay

1. About the world of characters written by Zhang Ailing, a 2000-word essay

"Eighteen Spring" is a cold winter night.

Sitting high up surrounded by quilts, my hands turning over the book were frozen. In the silence, infinite sorrow seeped into my heart, and became stagnant. It was a thick mass of sadness that could not be resolved.

A few ordinary sentient beings and men, Shijun Manzhen, Uncle Hui Cuizhi, a group of urban young people who can be seen everywhere. The little bit of infatuated love and resentment that is not out of the ordinary has been played out for so many years in a web that cannot be dug out, and it is no longer young.

At the same time, all the earth-shaking events in modern Chinese society: September 19, December 8, the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, the Kuomintang takeover, the liberation of Shanghai, and support for the Northeast, only served as their background, vaguely Give their help a turbulent background. For example, Shu Hui's life in the liberated areas is not mentioned at all in the book. When he left Shanghai and came back, it was just like going on and off the stage. The stage was fixed in Nanjing and Shanghai, which had lost half of its atmosphere of the times.

What makes readers sigh with emotion is just the stories of these men and women in troubled times, a little bit of infatuation, wisps of resentment, fragile love, and the helplessness of covering their faces. In Zhang Ailing's early novels, there are few normal emotions, and there are only Cao Qiqiao's suppressed madness and Bai Liusu's indifference of carefully planning to split the marriage into a career. There are some in "Xiao Ai" and "Eighteen Spring", but they are indifferent. And rare: mutual suspicion between two people, family obstruction, passing opportunities, anything can destroy this weak thing called "love".

In fact, it was indeed destroyed. Different from the foreign affairs legend and hairpin family in "Agarwood Chips", Zhang Ailing's "Eighteen Spring" depicts the most ordinary life in urban streets and alleys.

The Xu family’s house in Nanjing: an old-fashioned two-story wooden building with a shop at the bottom and living upstairs. We can still see it often in the Qitiao Lane area of ??Sanshan Street in Nanjing today. Readers will not think that Manzhen is a peerless beauty. She gives the impression that she is an ordinary daughter of a small family in Shanghai: old ivory skin, oval face, and dark eyes that always have a smile.

In the future, when you get married, you may gain weight, and gradually you will open your back door and compete with the vegetable vendors in the alley for the price of wild rice. For such two people, no matter how they fall in love, it is just a matter of ordinary household chores, as gentle as a pot of fine white millet porridge simmering on a coal stove. Hollywood's passionate movie model does not belong to them.

What makes people sigh is the tragedy of their love. What is not available is precious! Such ordinary feelings will only have the value of appreciation if they turn into tragedy. Just imagine that if Shijun and Manzhen really got married smoothly, it would be boring.

The weak emotional foundation before marriage was quickly worn away by the firewood, rice, oil, salt, vinegar and tea. The bald man and the yellow-faced woman were always angry about countless trivial incidents, but they lived peacefully together. Thirty or forty years later, they still grow old together and become one of countless ordinary families. Can readers not be discouraged after reading this? (So ??in fairy tales, as soon as the prince and princess hold a grand wedding, they quickly end it with "living happily ever after".

As for whether they are really happy, only the prince and princess themselves know) Zhang Ailing is well aware of the public Psychologically, a pen gently separates them, allowing them to retain a little affection for each other, bury it deep in their hearts, and leave room for meeting in the future. Later, after so many years and so many things, they finally met again. Manzhen told him what happened to her after they were separated, mixed with infinite pain: "At that time, I always thought about meeting Shijun one day and telling him about it. She told him all these things, and told him many times in her dreams. Every time she had such a dream, she would wake up crying, and she would still cry when she woke up.

Now she wakes up. I really told him here, but in the most bland tone, because it happened so many years ago." Shijun listened silently.

“They didn’t speak for a long, long time.

They finally know the truth about the things that they have been confused and painful about for many years. But at this time, there is not much difference between knowing and not knowing - but - for them, there is still a big difference. , at least she now knew that he loved her wholeheartedly at that time, and he also felt a kind of sad satisfaction knowing that she loved him wholeheartedly. "

Lao Du's poem "The candles are held at the end of the night, relatively like sleeping in a dream. "This is simply the highest and purest state of human affection.

Sometimes I can't help but think: Xu Shijun should be grateful to Zhu Hongcai, because Hongcai married Manzhen back on his behalf and watched Manzhen become "completely unintentional. He had a sallow complexion, always looked a little sick, and his clothes were out of fashion, and he was always silent when he saw people" and "often had a dull look in his eyes." But it made Shijun's mind The image of the young Manzhen is always preserved in the book.

Cuizhi had her first love for Shu Hui, a pink girl who died young, because she didn’t know Shu Hui and only saw his handsome face. Only then would she always miss Shuhui - at least in the bottom of her heart.

More than ten years later, Shuhui returned to Shanghai and was shocked by Cuizhi's days of sitting in the frozen time as a young mistress with no worries. . Cuizhi suddenly discovered that she had also fallen in love, and was so shocked that she almost lost her composure.

Discerning readers will immediately think of the thrilling scene when Qiqiao and Ji Ze meet in "The Story of the Golden Lock". . However, Cao Qiqiao used the golden shackles to kill his body and his love, but Cuizhi and Shuhui were already infinitely far apart. The vast white water was so vast that who could swim in it? Just for Shu Hui to come, Cuizhi laid the floor, moved furniture, and went out to buy foreign wine and ham.

Even the readers who were watching indifferently told her that she was being honest. Too exposed. It’s strange that Shijun, the husband, didn’t realize it. Xixi turned around and thought, you will feel a chill in your heart: It turns out that Shijun has never noticed Cuizhi, they have slept in the same bed for more than ten years.

The book writes that their days are full of trivial matters, but it is difficult for them to quarrel, probably because even if they quarrel, they still need a little spark. .

But the two of them really respect each other as much as ice. There are helpless ironies and wry smiles about life everywhere in the book: everyone tries their best to fight for the golden apple in front of them, and they only find out after struggling to pick it. It is better to imagine for yourself: Mrs. Xu tried hard to win over her brother-in-law and her maiden sister, but Cuizhi became her enemy after she came to the house; Mrs. Xu prefers the younger son, but when they live together, they have endless conflicts: Hongcai spends a lot of money in order to get Manzhen 2. Zhang Ailing's composition material

Zhang Ailing, a talented woman, her life is both brilliant and lonely, both brilliant and lonely.

Her life is both brilliant and lonely. It was a strange flower that bloomed in Shanghai at that time, with a hint of sadness in her aloofness. Zhang Ailing was a lady and an intellectual, and more importantly, she was a woman in a feudal society. I agree with girls studying. It shows that women are proud when they have knowledge. People in power are arrogant, women are arrogant, and literati are arrogant.

Zhang Ailing can only add "arrogance" to "arrogance". She is born with pride, one part talent and one part arrogance.

As far as literature is concerned, the difference between literature and non-literature and literature comes from the differences between people. She is still different, aloof and aloof. . The feeling and spirit in literary works come from the author. Zhang Ailing's life experience has been full of twists and turns, and the characters in her works have more or less her own shadow.

She wrote "The Story of the Golden Lock" and "Love in a Fallen City" by herself, and she had her own plans. In the end, I personally performed a song of love that is lingering and pathos, entangled in soul and body.

Is this fate or chance? Zhang Ailing met Hu Lancheng, fell in love with him, and devoted herself to this relationship. Zhang Ailing and Hu Lancheng, one was the most famous talented woman in Shanghai at that time, and the other was an important member of Wang Puppet Party; one was aloof and arrogant, and the other was suave.

She doesn't mind that Hu Lancheng is married, regardless of his status as a traitor, and regardless of his age, he can be her father. "Because I understand, I am compassionate."

She didn't mind at all. Hu Lancheng came back to stay with her for a few days a month and then returned to his home. She said to Hu Lancheng in a letter: "I thought about it. "You can come and go here in the future." She didn't mind at all. After Hu Lancheng gave her warmth, what was left was her loneliness.

After the war, people's anti-Japanese sentiment was as high as ever, and they went all out to capture the traitors. Hu Lancheng fled to Wenzhou and met his new love Fan Xiumei.

When Zhang Ailing learned about Hu Lancheng's hiding place, she went to Wenzhou to visit her husband. When Hu Lancheng found him after traveling thousands of miles away, he was surprised but not happy, even angry.

His later explanation for this was that it was a touching and humane thing for a wife to track down her husband when they separated due to difficulty, but since Ai Ling was otherworldly, it was not appropriate. His love for her has already burned out, like a pile of firewood. When love comes, when the love is strong, the gas is blazing, and he wants to burn the whole world. He loves her vigorously, but after falling in love, when the love fades, it becomes A pile of ashes, without any passion or desire anymore.

So, all that was left was the silence of silence, the indifference of getting along, and the embarrassment of meeting each other. Even though Zhang Ailing is talented and famous, she can't change anything.

Zhang Ailing is really wronged. She only has this man in her heart, but this man has several women in his heart. How can she not be sentimental? So when she left Wenzhou, Hu Lancheng sent her off, it was raining, it was really God's mercy. This rain also washed away their once "alluring love".

Zhang Ailing already knew that the most beautiful love in her life had come to a bitter end, and there was no room for redemption. Once, Hu Lancheng had the opportunity to pass through Shanghai. In danger, he stayed with Zhang Ailing for one night.

Not only did he not repent of his indiscretion, he instead accused Zhang Ailing of improperly handling some details of life. She also asked her what her impression was of the "Wuhan Chronicle" she wrote about Xiao Zhou, and also mentioned her relationship with Fan Xiumei. Zhang Ailing was very cold.

That night, the two lived in separate rooms. Early the next morning, Hu Lancheng went to Zhang Ailing's bedside to say goodbye and leaned over to kiss her. She stretched out her hands and hugged him tightly, with tears streaming down her face. She only said "Lancheng" in her sobs and was speechless. .

This shows how deep your love for him is! Soon after, she told Hu Lancheng that she would wither. Once upon a time, it was difficult to find water in the sea.

After all, I had loved before, and it was an unforgettable love. Even though I was wronged in every way, it was really hard to let go, so it took me a year and a half to make the final decision. The ups and downs of love are tolerable, because it is still sentiment after all, but the bitterness of lovelessness is helpless. However, it was not just Zhang Ailing's heart that withered, her astonishing writing talent also died with it.

Even though the days to come were long, she never wrote another article as poignant as "The Story of the Golden Lock". In the "History of the Crimes of Cultural Traitors" published in 1945, Zhang Ailing was listed, more or less thanks to Hu Lancheng.

Zhang Ailing and Hu Lancheng met in 1944 and broke up in 1947. It was only a short three years, but it was Zhang Ailing's most important moment. Zhang Ailing, she is a hedonist who is good at bringing art to life, and she is also a person who is full of tragedy in life; she is a lady from a famous family, but she proudly declares that she is a small citizen who supports herself; She is compassionate and compassionate, always seeing the "pity" behind the "ridiculousness" of all living beings, but in real life she appears cold and unfeeling; she is understanding of the world, but she has her own way of treating others and dressing up, and is aloof and aloof.

She chatted with readers in her articles, but she always kept a distance, preventing outsiders from peeking into her heart; she was very popular in Shanghai in the 1940s, and was unparalleled for a while, but after decades Later, she lived in isolation in the United States and lived a life of isolation. Some people even said: "Only Eileen Chang can withstand the dazzling noise and extreme loneliness at the same time.

"In my eyes, Zhang Ailing is just a woman as beautiful as smoke. Her beauty is diverse, diversified, and beautiful. She is unique. Tonight, read Zhang Ailing. "Every butterfly is the soul of a flower in the past, and the return of the flower from its previous life. Meet this life. "

I seemed to see Zhang Ailing muttering to herself under a flower tree, and my eyes filled with tears at the words of such a unique woman. Maybe she is the flower and the butterfly. , A flamboyant and talented woman cannot escape the changes in the world.

Her opening is destined to be filled with tears, so her ending is destined to be sad, so she will have a beautiful look back. p>

She said: "I liked the way I doubted everything when I was four years old." The initial haziness and unhappiness of her childhood were summed up by this sentence, which made her feel helpless.

Her childhood was presented in her "Whisper". I suddenly felt a little confused whether I should rejoice with her or be sad together. A "Modern Dream of Red Mansions" brought her out of the text, and I should admire her talent. What a wonderful woman.

Even better than her, she also cried on the eve of her father’s remarriage. She said: “Like the overlapping photocopies, the whole atmosphere was a little blurry. "

She said: "Where there is sun. 3. Zhang Ailing (Write an Essay Appreciation)

Perhaps every man has had two women like this, at least two.

Married a red rose, over time, the red one turned into a smear of mosquito blood on the wall,

The white one was still "the bright moonlight in front of the bed";

Married "The white rose is just a grain of rice sticky on the clothes, and the red one is a cinnabar mole on the heart."

This is Zhang Ailing's "Red" The most popular classic in "Rose and White Rose"

Some people think that these two analogies of hers are too common and unrefined

After marrying a red rose, over time, The red one becomes a smear of mosquito blood on the wall,

The white one is still "the bright moonlight in front of the bed";

If you marry a white rose, the white one becomes a speck of blood on your clothes. Rice sticks,

The red one is a cinnabar mole on the heart."

But I think this is exactly what I want.

"Mosquito Blood" and "Rice Sticky Seeds" are things that are looked down upon, so it would be a pity to abandon them.

"Bright Moonlight" and "Cinnabar Moles" are actually things that make people look down on them. The beautiful things of daydream should be regarded as treasures.

People's hearts are fickle, things are unpredictable, everything has its pros and cons

When you like the same thing, you really like it, and when you hate it, you really hate it

It depends on how you understand it.

Zhang Ailing once said a story:

A worthless man took his wife and children to live with relatives.

Every time the relatives said something unpleasant, , he always said with grief and anger like the hero in a drama, let’s go!

His wife asked him hopefully, where is Allah going?

"Let's go upstairs."

However, when the relatives downstairs called for dinner, the whole family came down obediently. .

But I think this is exactly what I want.

"Mosquito blood" and "rice stick" are things that are looked down upon, so it would be a pity to abandon them.

"Bright moonlight" and "cinnabar mole" are actually things that make people look down upon. The beautiful things of daydream should be regarded as treasures.

4. Write a full score essay on Zhang Ailing

Excellent composition for the Shaanxi College Entrance Examination: A letter to Zhang Ailing

Shaanxi candidates

Ailing:

Hello! I don’t know if your face looks haggard, I don’t know if you are still as tender as water.

I think that the passage of time cannot conceal your talent, nor can it wash away the sadness on your face. Aileen, in fact, I understand your heart, I know your inner helplessness, and I know that you also long for a happy life. But you say to life, life is soaring, but you can't be soaring; life is lively, but you can't be lively. You once said that you can escape from everything, but you cannot escape the desolation of this life. Desolation is the stability and reality among the excitement and excitement.

Aileen, you should not fill your life with desolation, and you should not let your life always be in a bleak trough. You should look for the excitement and excitement in life, and you should pursue it. own joy and happiness. Ai Ling, spring and autumn pass by like water. Life is like duckweed, controlled by the waves, and the waves are carried by the strong wind... Many times, it is difficult for us to control the destiny of life, but the important thing is attitude. Aileen, if you could look at your life from another angle, maybe you wouldn't have so many helplessness and worries, and what you leave us today will be a different kind of style.

Books are piled on the green hills, lamps are like red beans, spring flowers and autumn moon, several spring and autumn.

Only after reading your "Love in a Fallen City" did I really understand you. There is a kind of sorrow and desolation in your emotions. Aileen, maybe your life is full of misfortunes and sorrows, but do you know? Suffering is also a precious asset. Because of this, there is a sadness in your words that the world cannot experience. If you think about it this way, you will find that life is originally sentimental and beautiful. Sadness and helplessness mean nothing to you.

Aileen, the smiling face in good times is easily forgotten, but the smiling face in adversity is unforgettable. I would rather see your strong smiling face in adversity.

Aileen, I sincerely wish you a happy life, and wish you a life full of happiness. Because you are happy, I am happy; because you are passionate, I admire you so much; because you are a talented woman, I can read your wisdom, your loneliness, your romance, and your The melancholy...

Aileen, although we are in different eras and I may not even be able to fully understand you, I want to tell you sincerely that whether you are in the world or in the underworld, I hope you Everlasting joy and happiness.

A person who wants you to be happy

June 7, 2004 5. The hero in my heart essay Zhang Ailing

I think everyone has one in their heart A person worthy of admiration and admiration. That's what people think of as a hero.

When I was just babbling, my father was a hero in my heart. Because Dad can kill chickens and fish, drive away the big wolf dog squatting on the roadside, and split a large piece of wood in half with his own strength. When I wake up from nightmares at night, as long as I see Dad When I'm around, fear disappears. Therefore, in my young heart, my father was a hero.

When I was in elementary school, the teacher was a hero in my childhood heart. Because the teacher knows everything and knows everything. The teacher taught me cultural knowledge, taught me natural science, taught me how to be a human being, and told me the principles of being a human being. I am like a transparent white paper on which the teacher traced colorful patterns for me.

When I entered the junior high school study life, I had a new understanding of heroes, that is, those who are the best in study became the heroes in my heart. Especially those students whose families are not wealthy and whose learning environment is poor. Because their study conditions are difficult and their parents are not around, they have to take care of themselves for food and housing. Moreover, they study very hard, can endure hardships, are diligent and studious, have tenacity in learning, and their academic performance is always among the best.

Not only do they study well, but they also care about their classmates, the class, and are willing to do good things for their classmates. They shine with the style of a new generation of teenagers. They are my heroes.

As time goes by, the times progress, and I continue to mature, maybe the heroes in my heart are constantly changing, but I believe that those who are brave and fearless, are not afraid of sacrifice, and would rather sacrifice for the benefit of the collective or others The spirit of someone who sacrificed everything will live in my heart forever. Always my hero. 6. A 600-word essay about a person (Zhang Ailing)

Children's Words are Wuji

In the past, when people celebrated the New Year, there were stickers on the wall saying "Raise your head to see happiness" and "Tong Yan Wuji" Red paper note. Here I use "Tong Yan Wuji" as the title. There is nothing taboo about it. I just want to express it quickly, but I just want to talk about my own affairs. The primary school student came back from school and excitedly recounted what he had seen and heard, how his husband was upset, how Wang Debao was late, and how the classmate who shared the same bench with him was deducted one point for being untidy. It's up to him to make trouble. I probably felt the sadness of this phenomenon when I was a child, and since then I have developed a taboo against talking to myself. To this day, when talking to people, I am always happy if they listen to what they say. If I say it and others listen, then when I think about it later, I always feel very uneasy, and I think they will find it annoying. There is really nothing I can say that I have been holding back for a long time. There is only one way to go out and do something earth-shattering and big, and then write an autobiography without fear of being ignored. This was originally a childish dream, but now I gradually realize that the hope of becoming a world-famous figure and writing a one-volume autobiography is very slim. It is better to write down your own affairs anytime and anywhere to avoid being too depressed. When you are old, one shot cannot be copied, and you must be more nagging than anyone else. However, the literature surrounding "me, me, me" is to be scolded. Recently I read two sentences in a Chinese and English book, which are very appropriate to criticize writers who are overly interested in themselves: “They spend a lifetime staring at their own navels and trying to find them, but There are other people who are also interested and asked to come and take a look. "I'm a little doubtful whether this is a belly button exhibition, but I wrote it anyway. 7. A 600-word essay about a person (Zhang Ailing)

Children's Words are Wuji

In the past, when people celebrated the New Year, there were stickers on the wall saying "Raise your head to see happiness" and "Tong Yan Wuji" Red paper note. Here I use "Tong Yan Wuji" as the title. There is nothing taboo about it. I just want to express it quickly, but I just want to talk about my own affairs. The primary school student came back from school and excitedly recounted what he had seen and heard, how his husband was upset, how Wang Debao was late, and how the classmate who shared the same bench with him was deducted one point for being untidy. It's up to him to make trouble. I probably felt the sadness of this phenomenon when I was a child, and since then I have developed a taboo against talking to myself. To this day, when talking to people, I am always happy if they listen to what they say. If I say it and others listen, then when I think about it later, I always feel very uneasy, and I think they will find it annoying. There is really nothing I can say that I have been holding back for a long time. There is only one way to go out and do something earth-shattering and big, and then write an autobiography without fear of being ignored. This was originally a childish dream, but now I gradually realize that the hope of becoming a world-famous figure and writing a one-volume autobiography is very slim. It is better to write down your own affairs anytime and anywhere to avoid being too depressed. When you are old, one shot cannot be copied, and you must be more nagging than anyone else. However, the literature surrounding the whole "me, me, me" thing is going to be scolded. Recently I read two sentences in a Chinese and English book, which are very appropriate to criticize writers who are overly interested in themselves: “They spend a lifetime staring at their own navels and trying to find them, but There are other people who are also interested and asked to come and take a look. "I'm a little doubtful whether this is a belly button exhibition, but I wrote it anyway.

8. How to use Zhang Ailing to write an essay

I don’t know what age you are. If you are a junior high school student, you can start from a certain work of Zhang Ailing that you have read and write why you like this article. Read In order to find out what you have gained, share your own opinions from her words and thoughts. This is basically more than 1,000 words.

If you are a high school student, then your writing should be somewhat in-depth. You need to set a tone, for example, whether you want to write about Zhang Ailing’s language, thoughts, desolation, or a comprehensive analysis of her works. Then use her work as evidence to support your own point of view and elaborate. During this period, you can combine narratives and discussions, and you can quote a series of works of your favorite writers and compare them to highlight the uniqueness of what you want to express.

If you are a college student, you have to analyze all the works of Zhang to find out the revolutionary things, such as studying the character of the characters from the petty bourgeoisie sentiment, feminism, and clothing, and the desolate tone of the works. , Zhang Ailing’s views on marriage and love, character creation, etc.

Hope this helps. 9. Write a 500-word essay based on Zhang Ailing’s beauty in my heart

The most beautiful thing in the world is that it is composed of many things about me, and I am composed of many things, so This colorful world is made up of big and small things. Some people say that if you are as talented as Lin Huiyin, as proud as Zhang Ailing, and as gentle as Shu Ting, you are not worthy of being a woman in this life. Why, we have to be like other people and cannot do Yourself? I remember when I was in middle school, I read an article by Ms. Bi Shumin, "I am very important." For millions of people, we are very ordinary, but at the same time, we are also the world, unreplicable specimens. In life, we are very ordinary. , maybe the most beautiful moment happens around you at a specific time, place, and person, or it may be in the process of your hard work. Like me, at this moment, I can sit quietly in the east corner of the campus. By the lake, when imagining my homework, I watched the wind blowing across the lake, making waves, listening to the sweet birds chirping and the cicadas chirping, and the leaves rustling. I was the only one under the green shade. I I feel very happy, compared to my peers sitting in the workshop or in the office now. Eight years ago, like my peers, I entered middle school after graduating from elementary school. In the past three years, the classmates around me My friends and I have dropped out of school one after another. I don’t want to be like them. If I choose which path, then my future life may be a lot more monotonous and I will miss a lot. In our backward small mountain village, girls generally only When I entered junior high school, I didn't want to follow the same path as my sister. After working for a few years, I would marry someone else. Children, husband, and family would be everything from now on. Fortunately, through my own efforts three years later, I was able to graduate with excellent results. I was admitted to the County No. 1 Middle School. From that time on, I knew that my future and dreams were not far away from me, and I could finally get rid of the shackles that the backward society had put on me. I wanted to study, and I believed that I could do it. Three years In high school life, I have always adhered to the principle of "the sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading, the sound of reading; family affairs, national affairs, world affairs, everything is concerned about".

10. Scenery description in Zhang Ailing's collection of essays

Rose

I just want to tell about another kind of rose, under the moon

Amber's horse, human figure and The Rose of God

The rose of the unremembered morning and night stars

With the figure of a cloud and the figure of a girl

Wherever I look Within a radius of dozens of miles

On the grass, dust and tears, the gloomy roses in the mouths of beasts

These are the five white deer in dreams on the snow

The footprints left behind are under the moonlight

Like the dark conspiracy at night, responding to the rhythm of the dream

Two become one, and then split into two