After reading Selected Essays of Lin Qingxuan 1 Looking at this beautifully designed cover, I picked up this book with a little excitement and joy.
Whenever a book is opened, it is like a magical butterfly in a fairy tale, attracting the protagonist. It often has gorgeous colors and mysterious light. It danced around me and attracted me to places I had never seen before. Then I swept away the cobwebs and dust in the mysterious cave, pushed open the ancient gate and led me to experience amazing adventure stories.
Reading Lin Qingxuan's works is like walking into a quiet bamboo forest on a hot summer day, with cool streams flowing under your feet, clear and quiet, relaxing and immersed in fresh air.
I opened the book gently and was a little surprised to see the signature at the end of the preface. Because those great writers always write down their names in one go, and the fonts they write are inscrutable, which makes us nearsighted people unable to see clearly for a long time. So the name written in this pen is very cute and surprising.
The book is divided into five parts, and my favorite is the last part, The Stars Fall on the Nile. Just look at the title and guess that this chapter is about scenery. Reading along the text seems to go against the current of time, with flowers and trees on both sides and a faint breeze in the mountains. Hong Kong, Bellevue, Nile, Venice, Luzon, Rome, Holland, these places suddenly came alive on the page of the book, closed my eyes, and I seemed to wander in the streets there, and all kinds of people kept passing by me. In a street, in that city, on this planet, in the whole universe.
"If five people go into a restaurant together, one is coconut water, the other is coke, the other is orange juice, the other is apple juice, and the other is mango juice, the waiter will be stunned at once, because it is too complicated for him to remember the names of these five kinds of juices." I really envy reading this passage! Like Xanadu, Bai Lixin is almost completely isolated from the outside world. Bai Lixin was born in this world, with blue sky, sea and coconut grove as his home. They are self-sufficient and need neither desire nor desire. They just live honestly and simply.
Contrary to the simple folk customs of Bai Lixin, Rome in Lightning is really sad about the public order in Rome. Once an empire that dominated four continents, its national strength and culture were unparalleled in history. Today, we often say the idiom "All roads lead to Rome" and "Rome was not built in a day". Now at night, no one dares to walk into the alleys of the city, even in the streets, few people dare to walk. Perhaps the clear sky in Rome and Wan Li has gone away, and the night falls, lightning and thunder, which runs counter to our own glory.
"The more expensive the flower, the easier it is to wither. That is to prove to people: cherish youth! Because youth is the most expensive flower. "
Reflections on Selected Essays of Lin Qingxuan 2 When I first read this book, I read it with a feeling of boredom. Later, I thought the first chapter of this collection of essays was the best.
The first chapter is entitled "Warm a Pot of Wine in the Moonlight", which tells the story of two poor people playing music: a trumpet player and a deaf-mute piano player, and some remaining narratives. I think Lin Qingxuan is trying to tell us that in such a beautiful moonlight, there will always be people who cry quietly for some reason and need help from others. There are not only comedies in society, but also a series of tragedies. Not everyone can change their own destiny, only through the efforts of the day after tomorrow can they improve their life and destiny. I also learned from this chapter that time is short and precious. As long as you cherish it, you can do meaningful things.
"An inch of time is an inch of gold, and a thousand dollars can't buy an inch of time." Time is priceless, no matter how much you spend, you can't buy it back.
How many great men can escape the word "death"? No great man can escape the word.
Life is short. If you want to do something meaningful in your lifetime, start today and cherish your time!
Reflections on Selected Prose of Lin Qingxuan 3 This semester, I read Selected Prose of Lin Qingxuan, which is refreshing as a trickle flowing through my heart; It is like a breeze blowing through my heart, extremely elegant; It is like a pure white flower floating into my heart, refreshing.
Lin Qingxuan's prose is fluent and fresh, showing mellow and romantic feelings, which has touching power among the people. One of my favorite essays in this book is "A cup of honey is refined by several bees", which describes what bees do in a cup of honey tea and shows me many advantages of bees.
I have been afraid of insects since I was a child, and I don't like bees. At best, I know that they are hardworking. After reading this article, I saw many advantages besides hard work: I am very devoted and don't listen to anyone except the queen bee. When the beekeeper catches the queen bee, he catches the whole nest of bees; They are not afraid of death. When foreign enemies invade, they always rush to the front and attack the enemy with their only claws, thus ending their lives, knowing that they will die, but without hesitation; They are also selfless. In order to make honey, they even shorten the life span, but they have brought great benefits to mankind.
In fact, people and bees are the same. In a great cause, how can there be a few people like bees giving? Just like a cup of honey, it is extracted from several bees.
Since then, I have been willing to buy honey tea and like to drink it. At that time, I will always think of the bees that died for it.
After reading Selected Prose of Lin Qingxuan, I think that was the time. We watched our past fade away bit by bit in front of us, while our future faded away bit by bit behind us. We don't know where to stand next, or even what the vision behind us is, so we can only take it one step at a time.
-Lin Qingxuan
Autumn afternoon, lying in a rocking chair on the balcony. The leaves of the plane on the balcony side were rustled by the wind. Feng picked up a book "Selected Essays of Lin Qingxuan" and opened the first page. ...
I met the trumpeter in the moonlight, and there seemed to be another cold street in front of me. The old man in the moonlight filled the street with shadows, and the horn lost its luster ... The old man was born in Shandong, playing in the endless soybean fields, catching voles, flying kites, and listening to grandpa's stories that could never be told. It was his childhood. Oh, what a happy time it was! But by the age of 24, everything had changed. He was caught in a military truck and watched his hometown disappear from sight with tears in his eyes, and later came to this island. He lost his grandfather who can tell stories, his wife, his soybean field, his hometown and everything he owned. Since then, I have never been back to my hometown in the rain of bullets. After leaving the army, he made a living by blowing a trumpet to bid farewell to the dead. Until I met "me" in that cold street.
The old man walked alone in the cold moonlight, thinking of his loved ones who missed him day and night, his childhood full of laughter, and his hometown with relatives and childhood! What a strong yearning, what a strong nostalgia! The old man picked up the cup and gulped it down. From this wine, I drank the old man's countless homesickness and longing for going home, which echoed in my heart for a long time. I felt the cold pain and truly realized the sadness that "homesickness is a shallow strait".
After bidding farewell to the trumpeter, I spread out the book, let the wind blow gently, and the pages stopped on two squirrels.
Two wild squirrels come to my garden to eat papaya every morning and accompany me in the morning. Sunlight shines on the smooth hair of the squirrel through the green leaves, giving off a soft light. The breeze caressed them, and the two squirrels enjoyed the delicious papaya and occasionally came to my rocking chair to play ... what a beautiful painting!
But after just over a month, the squirrel didn't come. Why? Later, the author discovered that it was the doorman Lao Zhang who caught the squirrel and even ate one! When I read this, my heart was full of remorse and pain. I can't help but be surprised that Lao Zhang caught such a lovely squirrel and ate one of them! I was deeply shocked by Lao Zhang's behavior of ruining my life. Finally, "I" bought the brown squirrel, set it free and never saw it again.
"Because the footsteps of life have passed, it has passed so coldly and mercilessly, just like the clouds in the distant sky. It changes all the time, but it will never be the same, and no moment is eternal. " Yes, life is a process, and the long road of life is gone forever. What we have to do is "believe in the future and love life".
From then on, I read "Until, raise my glass, I ask the bright moon", nothing can't be drunk in the warm moonlight; I realized the feeling that "the palace walls are full of spring scenery, and the yellow vines are full of wine and willows" is inescapable. It is difficult to entrust this book ... I feel that "it seems to be done again".
The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the title page of the book through the blade, and the breeze blew, and the blade made a "rustling" sound. After reading it, I closed the book.
After reading Lin Qingxuan's essays, five nights, silence.
Reading a good book touched me.
He recalled his parents, and his language was plain and soft.
"... I passed the Yongchun market on the hillside during the Dragon Boat Festival and saw someone selling' Toona sinensis Zongzi' on the roadside, so I bought some food. It's a bit like dad, alas! "
"... once my mother and I passed by the mango flower, and I found that she was as tall as the newly opened mango flower. The mango flower was as white as snow, and my mother's hair was as black as ink. It's so beautiful ... "
Simple description, affectionate and natural expression. Reminds me that my parents are old! Especially at every short family gathering, when my parents chatted with us, they fell asleep, with gray hair, deep wrinkles and tired expressions-when were they so old? How time flies! We found that our loved ones changed too fast!
He wrote about his childhood pet squirrel, "... the affection between squirrel and me gave me a time of jumping with sound, color and light when I first went to school ..." This cute little animal died later, and the author fell asleep while doing his homework, and the sharpened pencil became a murder weapon! This is naturally a heartbreaking separation. When the author wrote it, his feelings were sincere, which reminded me of the puppy when I was a child. A very lovely dog spent a happy childhood with me. I was as sad as the author when I died, and I never had a pet again. My son always thought I didn't like small animals, but I didn't. I'm afraid of separation! People who have never had a pet can't understand the feeling!
He writes about his life, but also sees the big from the small.
For example, when a friend sends him a lotus flower, he will think: every day, if there are some positive times, he will have a good mood for tomorrow; There are always positive moments, and life is infinitely beautiful. Every day is a good day, and lotus flowers bloom everywhere.
For example, his understanding of wooden fish eyes: wooden fish is of great significance as a tool to wash the mind. It tells us with sleepless eyes that there is no end to practice, and you can't rest once your mind is washed.
For example, if he wears monk's shoes, he will think: keep your head down and see through.
For example, when he drinks tea, he will think: blind goods, blind goods. When you drink, you should have a heart. After drinking, you will have nothing to live in, that's all.
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True feelings do not need gorgeous language to render. Look into the speaker's eyes and you will know that sadness doesn't need to cry. Judging from his expression, we can understand the author's deep affection between the lines of the article. Good feelings are contagious, right?
After reading selected essays of Lin Qingxuan, 6. After reading Lin Qingxuan's prose, it gives people a feeling of endless aftertaste. The author's easy-to-understand language contains profound implications and philosophies. After reading it, it shocked my heart.
The cover of this book is yellow, striking but not dazzling, which matches its pattern: a gust of wind blows, and pure white dandelion seeds are scattered with the wind, ethereal and ethereal, very simple and beautiful. I think it also represents the dream of our generation of children. Lin Qingxuan was written by the Central Committee in children's font, giving people a cordial feeling. Opening the cover, a small and concise line of small words came into view: "I hope teenagers have a pure heart, a pure and kind heart, a perfect heart, a solemn heart ... and can have happiness in this sad world." It is this line that gives me great interest in reading.
When I officially opened the book, I was attracted by the innocent preface. For example, the title has narrowed the distance between us and the author, and also expressed the author's voice. This book is divided into four volumes, namely Innocent Heart, Pure Heart, Perfect Heart and Solemn Heart. There is a concise poem at the beginning of each volume, which is very funny to read. It seems that every poem can see the innocent and lovely face of the author when he was a child.
The first volume "Innocent Heart" is all about trivial things, which are very common things in our lives. The ordinary things can't be ordinary any more: a turtle, a tree, some stray dogs, a legend … To my surprise, the author can write so many details and truths from the most naive angle like a child. In the author's pen, it is not important to write things from a turtle. People only see the sadness of fame and fortune ... The author works step by step, from shallow to deep, and hits our hearts directly. It is the deepest piece of pure land, like a blank sheet of paper.
The second chapter "pure and kind heart" does not describe a person or a heart that has always been clear. But a person or heart that takes root in the world, stands out from the mud and is not defiled. The author uses the contrast of truth, goodness, beauty, falsehood and ugliness in this "gray" society to arouse our new view of conscience.
The third and fourth volumes continue to follow the previous style, giving me a feeling of closeness with childlike brushwork, and letting me see this world full of unknowns through the author's writing.
After reading this book, I suddenly found a line of fine print at the end of the book. It tells us: "setbacks, learn wisdom;" Discrete, learning and growing. Besides schoolwork, do we pay more attention to the cultivation of these good qualities? "Maybe this is why the author wrote this book.
Comments on Selected Proses of Lin Qingxuan 7 Among the growing articles, the budding emotions attract my attention the most. Roots, stems, leaves, flowers, fruits and seeds are the six major vegetative organs of plants. Mature peaches are slightly spherical, with a layer of short fluff on the surface, white in green and red in white. A peach usually has one or two hundred grams, and the big one has more than three hundred grams. Peach skin is very thin, the flesh is rich, it is convenient to eat raw, and the entrance is smooth and not flowing. Peach trees are mainly grafted trees and deciduous trees.
In March and April, Taoyuan was flushed. Seen from a height, Taoyuan is like a pink carpet on the ground, setting off the surrounding white, purple, green and yellow. In June and July, peaches have been covered with branches one by one, and a refreshing Momoka smells. At this time, people are drooling over peaches. Now I finally understand why the Monkey King wants to go to the Flat Peach Banquet. After a year of scenery, peaches have to prepare for the next year in winter. The important thing to say three times is pruning, pruning, pruning. The nutrients of a tree are not superfluous, it can only grow for those strong seedlings. Trees, like people, need nutrition and get sick. They gave up to prepare for next spring. But one or two trees will die.
Why can some fruit trees be reborn and others die forever? Their texture, fertility and climate are the same. Their loss is silent and without warning, just like the arrival of spring. We don't know if trees have feelings. We can only see the appearance of trees, but we can't understand their hearts. We can find spring in trees, but we don't know it. Aren't the twists and turns in the world trees? We are faced with cold and heavy snow in winter. We can only silently look forward to spring, waiting for the result of another germination, waiting for the arrival of new life. We may cry for pruning, but in the new spring, they are often the best fertilizer.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Comments on Selected Prose of Lin Qingxuan 8 When I first read Selected Prose of Lin Qingxuan, the beautiful words in the book exude a faint fragrance and are fascinating. I was deeply attracted by the profound meaning in the book. Maybe this is the same thing. Like elegant prose, I suddenly fell in love with Selected Prose of Lin Qingxuan.
What I like best is that Lin Qingxuan tells stories about his childhood. Although he talks about his childhood on the surface, he always expresses an emotion. Every time I read this book, I can't help falling in love with it. I saw Lin Qingxuan playing chess with "chess pieces", Lin Qingxuan playing with little squirrels, and I also saw Lin Qingxuan's fear when he went too far.
What I admire most is that Lin Qingxuan writes about his present life. Every article expresses his nostalgia for the countryside, or a meaningful truth. Every story is true, which not only reminds me of Lin Qingxuan's feeling of missing sweet potatoes, but also reminds me of the story of growing vegetables in Lin Qingxuan.
Unfinished, it seems that I am still immersed in Lin Qingxuan's elegant prose. I also recited a sentence:
Live in bitterness, live in joy; Living in full bloom, but also living in decline; Live in trouble and wisdom; Live in anxiety, live in rest. This is the best way to face a miserable life.