1. Appreciation of the good paragraphs of Bing Xin's "Little Orange Lamp"

Based on Bing Xin's Buddhist complex and peaceful mind, we say that she cannot write such earth-shattering brilliance no matter what. Yiyi’s article comes. But not earth-shattering does not mean it is not exciting, and lack of brilliance does not mean it is uninteresting. The little girl, the protagonist in "Little Orange Lamp", is an extremely ordinary, poor peasant girl, but everything she says and does contains inherent beauty. Through the author's exquisite description and unique artistic conception, we can completely see the beautiful soul of the little girl through her beautiful sentiments.

Someone summarized the aesthetic value of "Little Orange Lamp" in five aspects. It is said that the beauty lies in the ability to "see the big from the small" and "the strange from the ordinary" in the selection of materials; the beauty lies in the profound and novel conception; the beauty lies in the balance of light and dark in its structural treatment; the beauty lies in the outline of the characters; In the use of mutual contrast and complement each other's expression techniques. Let's not talk about the author's thoughts in this article. The mission of literature and art is to create a variety of beautiful images to meet people's aesthetic needs. Bing Xin has achieved this. 2. Bing Xin’s Little Orange Lamp. What are some good sentences about my childhood and write down your thoughts on it

On a moonlit night as cold as water, I read Bing Xin’s “Little Orange Lamp” again, and my heart was filled with the warmth of childhood. …My hometown is on the shore of Luoshui River, where the clear water flows into the Yellow River from west to east. The three large tile-roofed houses by the river, the green garden in front of the house, the purple mulberries in the garden, and the loud sound of reading... The Baicao Garden and Sanwei Bookstore in Lu Xun's works merged into one and became the village's primary school. . In this elementary school, I spent my poor but wealthy childhood.

When we talk about poverty, we refer to the lack of material life in rural areas in the 1970s; when we talk about wealth, we refer to the fact that after all, we have schools to study and books to study. At that time, the "Cultural Revolution" had come to an end. It should be said that the "Cultural Revolution" had not yet deeply affected our generation in our thirties. My biggest feeling was that there were very few extracurricular readings at that time.

However, this situation changed when I was in junior high school. Now that I think about it, what kind of change is that - Zhu Ziqing's "Back", Lao She's "Winter in Jinan", Guo Moruo's "Sky Market in the Sky"... It's just like the advertising slogan "The world is more wonderful with you", I I read and read eagerly... Today, more than 20 years later, I can still recite some of the text in large sections.

The person who taught us the text "Little Orange Lantern" was a female educated youth who was sent to Jiahe from the county seat - Teacher Li Hui. She was eighteen or nineteen years old at the time and had long braids. Teacher Li Hui said that when the revolutionary force was not strong enough, the little orange lanterns illuminated the way forward and guided people towards the light. This is the meaning of the little orange lanterns. After class, Teacher Li Hui brought some needlework and oranges and taught us step by step how to make small orange lanterns. The small orange lantern is hung in the small yard in front of the classroom, and it is also hung in the poor but happy youth of rural children... The small orange lantern has warmed the childhood of our entire generation.

When a person reaches thirty, his emotions will be full of twists and turns. Wind and rain are coming from all directions, and when you are tired and tired, you can't help but recall those carefree days of your youth. Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the swallows return, but once the flowers have fallen, they can bloom again, and the swallows can come again after they have gone, but what about our youthful time that is gone?

Youth is not ivy, let us wear it on our hands like a ring. When we get older, maybe we will hold on tighter, but even if we weave our white hair into a fishing net, what can we catch in it?

On this spring night when the moon is as cool as water and the lights are as warm as oranges, revisiting the story of the little orange lantern and reliving my own childhood is a kind of comfort, a touch, and a purification of the soul. . 3. What are the good words and sentences in Little Orange Lamp?

I opened the curtain and saw a little girl, only eight or nine years old, with a thin, pale face and lips that were purple from the cold. , had very short hair, was wearing very shabby clothes and a pair of barefoot straw sandals. He was boarding a bamboo stool to pick up the receiver on the wall. He seemed surprised when he saw me and retracted his hand.

I stood up bored and looked out the window at the confused mountain scenery in the thick fog. When I saw the hut under the yellow fruit tree, I suddenly wanted to visit the little girl and her sick mother.

The dim light of the fire gradually dimmed, and it became darker outside.

I stood up and was about to leave, but she held me back, and with great agility took the big needle with the hemp thread and threaded the small orange bowl around it like a small basket. He picked up a small bamboo stick and took a short piece of foreign wax from the window sill. He put it inside and lit it. He handed it to me and said, "It's dark and the road is slippery. Let this small orange lamp illuminate your way up the mountain!"

She drew a circle in front of her with her little hand, and finally pressed it on my hand: "We are all fine too!" Obviously, this "everyone" includes me. Tears welled up in my eyes...

I held this clever little orange lantern and walked slowly on the dark and humid mountain road. This hazy orange light really couldn't shine very far, but this little girl's calmness, bravery, and optimistic spirit inspired me. I seemed to feel that there was infinite light in front of me!

But since then, every Spring Festival, I think of that little orange lantern. Twelve years have passed, and the little girl's father must have come back early.

Her mother must be fine too, right? Because "all" of us are "well"!

There are front and back, crooked and uneven, one flesh and one flesh, dark and moist, extremely agile, neat and tidy, busy, bright and broad... 4. Bing Xin Xiaoju Deng's good words

I opened the curtain and saw a little girl, only eight or nine years old, with a thin and pale face, purple lips from the cold, very short hair, wearing very shabby clothes and a pair of barefoot straw sandals. , was getting on the bamboo stool to pick up the speakerphone on the wall. He seemed to be surprised when he saw me, and he retracted his hand.

I stood up bored and looked out the window at the confused mountain scenery in the thick fog. When I saw the hut under the yellow fruit tree, I suddenly wanted to visit the little girl and her sick mother. The dim light from the fire gradually dimmed, and it became darker outside.

I stood up to leave, but she held me back, and with great agility took the big needle with the hemp thread and threaded the small orange bowl around it like a small basket. He picked up a small bamboo stick and took a short piece of foreign wax from the window sill. He put it inside and lit it. He handed it to me and said, "It's dark and the road is slippery. Let this small orange lamp illuminate your way up the mountain." !" She drew a circle in front of her with her little hand, and finally pressed it on my hand: "We are all fine too!" Obviously, this "everyone" includes me. Tears welled up in my eyes... I held this clever little orange lantern and walked slowly on the dark and humid mountain road.

This hazy orange-red light really couldn’t shine very far, but this little girl’s calmness, bravery, and optimistic spirit inspired me. I seemed to feel that there was infinite light in front of me! Answer But since then, every Spring Festival, I think of that little orange lantern. Twelve years have passed, and the little girl's father must have come back early.

Her mother must be fine too, right? Because "all" of us are "well". 5. What are the famous quotes in Bing Xin's "Little Orange Lamp"

1. This is not a famous quote, but a good sentence, as follows: I stood up bored and looked out the window at the confused mountains in the thick fog. When I saw the hut under the yellow fruit tree, I suddenly wanted to visit the little girl and her sick mother.

She drew a circle in front of her with her little hand, and finally pressed it on my hand: "We are all fine too!" Obviously, this "everyone" includes me. Tears welled up in my eyes... I held this clever little orange lantern and walked slowly on the dark and humid mountain road.

This hazy orange-red light really couldn’t shine very far, but this little girl’s calmness, bravery, and optimistic spirit inspired me. I seemed to feel that there was infinite light in front of me! But since then, every Spring Festival, I think of that little orange lantern. Twelve years have passed, and the little girl's father must have come back early.

Her mother must be fine too, right? Because "all" of us are "well"! Suddenly, I heard the door of the outer room creak open, and after a while, I heard someone moving the bamboo stool. I opened the door curtain and saw a little girl, only eight or nine years old, with a thin and pale face, purple lips from the cold, very short hair, wearing very torn clothes and a pair of barefoot straw sandals. He climbed on the bamboo stool and wanted to pick up the telephone on the wall. He seemed surprised when he saw me, and retracted his hand... The dim light from the fire gradually dimmed, and it became dark outside.

I stood up and was about to leave, but she held me back, and with great agility took the big needle with the hemp thread and threaded the small orange bowl around it like a small basket. Picking up the bamboo stick, he took a short piece of wax from the window sill, put it inside and lit it, then handed it to me and said, "It's dark and the road is slippery. Let this little orange lamp shine on you as you go up the mountain!" 2, The full text of "Little Orange Lamp": This happened more than ten years ago. One afternoon before the Spring Festival, I went to the outskirts of Chongqing to visit a friend. She lived above the township office in that village.

I walked up a dark, narrow staircase and entered a room with a square table, a few bamboo stools, and a telephone on the wall. Then I entered my friend’s room, which was only connected to the outside room. Separated by a curtain. She was not at home, but there was a note on the table in front of the window, saying that she had to go out temporarily for something and asked me to wait for her.

I sat down at her table, picked up a newspaper and read it. Suddenly I heard the door of the outer room creaking open. After a while, I heard someone moving the bamboo stool again. I opened the curtain and saw a little girl, only eight or nine years old, with a thin pale face, purple lips from the cold, very short hair, wearing very shabby clothes and a pair of barefoot straw sandals, who was boarding the mountain. I got on the bamboo stool and wanted to pick off the receiver on the wall.

He seemed surprised when he saw me and retracted his hand. I asked her: "Do you want to make a phone call?" She climbed down from the bamboo bench, nodded and said: "I want XX Hospital, see Dr. Hu. My mother just vomited a lot of blood!" I asked: "Do you know XX Hospital?" phone number? "She shook her head and said: "I was just about to ask the telephone exchange..." I quickly found the hospital number from the phone book next to the machine, and asked her again: "I found the doctor, whose house should I invite him to? "She said: "As long as you say that Wang Chunlin's family is sick, she will come. "

I got through the phone call. She thanked me gratefully and turned around and left. I grabbed her and asked, "Is your home far away? "She pointed out the window and said: "It's right under the big yellow fruit tree in the mountain nest. It can be reached in a short time.

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After saying that, I went downstairs. I went back to the back room, read the newspaper front and back, and picked up a book "Three Hundred Tang Poems". Halfway through, the sky became darker and gloomier, and my friend still hadn’t come back.

I stood up bored and looked out the window at the confused mountain scenery in the thick fog, and saw the hut under the yellow fruit tree. Suddenly I wanted to visit the little girl and her sick mother. I went downstairs and bought some big red oranges at the door, stuffed them in my handbag, and walked along the uneven stone road to the door of the hut.

I knocked on the door gently, and the little girl just came out and opened the door. She looked up and saw me. She was stunned for a moment, and then she smiled and waved me in.

This room is very interesting. It was very dark, lying on a wooden bed against the wall. Her mother was lying flat with her eyes closed. She was probably asleep. There were blood stains on her head under the quilt. Her face was turned inward, and only the messy hair on her face was visible. There was a small charcoal stove next to the door, with a small casserole steaming slightly.

The little girl asked me to sit on a small stool in front of the stove. He squatted next to me and kept looking at me. I asked gently: "Has the doctor been here?" She said: "I came here and gave my mother a shot... She is fine now."

She said again as if to comfort me: "Don't worry, the doctor will come tomorrow morning." "I asked: "Has she eaten anything? What's in this pot? She smiled and said: "Sweet potato porridge - our New Year's Eve dinner." "

I remembered the oranges I brought, so I took them out and put them on the small table next to the bed. She didn't say anything, just reached for the largest orange and peeled off the top with a knife. A piece of skin, and then gently kneaded the bottom half with both hands.

I asked in a low voice: "Who else is there in your family? "She said: "There is no one now. My father has gone outside..." She did not say any more, but slowly took out the orange segments one by one from the skin and placed them next to her mother's pillow. . The dim light from the fire gradually dimmed, and it became dark outside.

I stood up and started to leave. She held me back, and took the big needle wrapped in twine with great agility. The orange bowl was strung up around it, like a small basket. It was carried with a small bamboo stick. He also took a short piece of wax head from the window sill, put it inside and lit it. He handed it to me and said, "It's dark." The road is slippery. Let this little orange light illuminate your way up the mountain! " I took it with appreciation and thanked her. She sent me to the door. I didn't know what to say, but she said as if to comfort me: "My father will definitely come back soon.

My mother will be fine by then. "She drew a circle in front of her with her little hand, and finally put it in my hand: "We are all fine too! "Obviously, this "everyone" also includes me.

I held this clever little orange lantern and walked slowly on the dark and humid mountain road. This hazy orange-red light, It couldn't really shine very far, but this little girl's calmness, bravery, and optimistic spirit inspired me. I seemed to feel that there was infinite light in front of me. My friend had come back, and when he saw me holding the small orange lantern, he asked me where I was from. Come.

I said: 6. What are the good words and sentences in "Little Orange Lamp"?

The good sentences in "Little Orange Lamp" are:

1. I opened the curtain and saw a little girl, only eight or nine years old, with a thin, pale face, purple lips from the cold, very short hair, wearing very shabby clothes and bare feet. A pair of straw sandals were climbing on the bamboo stool to pick up the receiver on the wall. When they saw me, they seemed to be surprised and retracted their hands.

2. I stood up bored and looked out the window. Seeing the hut under the yellow fruit tree in the foggy mountain scenery, I suddenly wanted to visit the little girl and her sick mother. I went downstairs and bought a few big red oranges at the door, stuffed them in my handbag, and carried them along the way. Walking along the uneven stone road, we walked to the door of the small house.

3. The house was small and dark, with a wooden bed against the wall. Her mother was lying on her back with her eyes closed, probably asleep. There were blood stains on her head, and her face was turned inward. All she could see was the messy hair on her face and a big bun on the back of her head. There was a small charcoal stove next to the door, with a small casserole on it, which was steaming slightly. It was hot.

4. The dim light from the fire gradually dimmed, and it became dark outside. I stood up and wanted to leave, but she held me back and took the big bag wrapped in twine with great agility. He used a needle to thread the small orange bowl around it, like a small basket, and used a small bamboo stick to pick it up. He also took a short piece of wax head from the window sill, put it inside, lit it, and handed it to me. Said: "It's dark and the road is slippery. Let this little orange light illuminate your way up the mountain!" ”

5. Carrying this clever little orange lantern, I walked slowly on the dark and humid mountain road. This hazy orange-red light really couldn’t shine very far, but the little girl’s The calm, brave and optimistic spirit inspired me, and I seemed to feel that there was infinite light in front of me.

The good words in "Little Orange Lamp" are: dark; oblique; thin; pale! ; Purple; gloomy; thick fog; stains of blood.

"Little Orange Lamp" is one of the late representative works of the writer Bing Xin.

The article vividly depicts a story. The image of a kind and strong peasant girl who longs for light in the face of difficult life adversity.

The article "Little Orange Lamp" not only inherits the characteristics of her early works, but also expresses Bing Xin's accusation against the old China and her love for the new China. This injects new and new ideas into her works. Vibrant spiritual power.

"Little Orange Lamp" was created in 1957 and is a prose written by teacher Bing Xin. The source is

Author: Bing Xin (1900.10.5-1999.2.28), a native of Changle, Fujian. Since he began to publish his works in 1919, he has translated numerous works, including the prose collection "For Young Readers" and the poetry collections "Spring Water" and "Stars", which are famous in the history of literature and have nurtured several generations of young people. "Collection of Indian Fairy Tales" is a famous translation of famous works. In addition to single volumes, there are three volumes of "Selected Translations of Bing Xin" and six volumes of "Collected Works of Bing Xin". "Empty Nest" won the 1980 National Outstanding Short Story Award.