From the eyes of a farm tool, it seems that farm tools are closely related to trees, and the handles of farm tools are almost all made of wood. You can see the patterns and knots of trees from the smooth handles of farm tools. Those wooden knots, large and small, are round, black and brown, as if farmers had eyes.
Among farm tools, I hate plows the most. Because there are no animals at home, they all plow the fields, so my father treats all three brothers and sisters as cows and puts them on the plow for everyone to pull the plow. I felt ashamed when I pulled the plow. I often stand up straight and just put the rope gently on my shoulder. At this time, my father will call my nickname at the back to tease me, saying that I am really not simple and can bend the rope. My father is the headmaster of a mountain village primary school. He studies in a middle school in Harbin and can play the violin. At that time, he had to write chalk with his hands and touch farm tools, because when everyone was in primary school, the upsurge of learning engineering and agriculture was surging, and everyone had to work in the fields of the production team once or twice a week. Moreover, every household has a vegetable garden, grows all kinds of vegetables and is self-sufficient, so no matter adults or children, there is no one who has never touched farm tools.
Among farm tools, hoes and sickles are not boring to me. The hoe is shaped like a Taoist hat, so if you turn it upside down, it looks like a thin Taoist standing there. Hoes can be used to eradicate weeds in crops and loosen the soil on hard land. I work with a hoe on my back, usually in a potato field. Generally, the potato field should be shoveled three times, which is called "the first trip, the second trip and the third trip". During the shovel trip, the seedlings just came out, the bean seedlings were short and short, and the weeds were well removed. After shoveling twice, after the potato ridged, the pink and blue potato flowers also opened, and weeds and potato seedlings competed for growth space. At this time, you have to pick up a hoe to "exorcise evil spirits and strengthen the body." When shoveling for three times, barnyard grass grows wildly, and some of them are wrapped with seedlings, indicating "kidnapping". At this time, it is particularly important to remove "dissidents" for potatoes. So shoveling three times is the most tiring. Sometimes you have to leave the hoe and use your own hands to remove weeds from potato seedlings. I like shoveling twice. I like those tiny potato flowers. They attract yellow or white butterflies and feel like working in a garden. It's very comfortable to take a nap when you are tired from work, lying in the dirt browned by the sun and feeling the gentle breeze like silk. The breeze beat the potato flower, and the potato flower beat my cheek with the wind, making my cheek itch. What an intoxicating itch! When I'm thirsty, I'll go to the grass beside the field and pick some branches with sour pulp to eat. It looks like bamboo, with a smooth body and slender leaves. Its stems are edible, sweet and sour, and very thirst-quenching. I don't bring a kettle when I shovel the ground, because the sour pulp is already full of cool juice waiting for me to enjoy.
I like sickle, because the work of cutting pig grass is very romantic in my eyes. Wildflowers are in full bloom on the grass, and mowing the grass is equivalent to picking flowers. Those flowers are available for viewing, such as red lily and purple lotus; There are also edible ones, such as golden daylily. Stir-fry a bowl of sauce with fresh daylily and a pot of noodles, which is the most wonderful' dinner'. I came back from playing pig grass, with grass on my shoulder, a sickle hanging from my waist, a bunch of Ma Lian in my left hand and a day lily in my right. So I don't think the fate of pigs is bad. It eats and sleeps all day. The grass in its nest comes from the wheat straw meadow, which is more blessed than the cattle and horses ploughing the fields. Unfortunately, its life span is too short.
My father is an intellectual, and his ability to serve crops cannot be compared with his teaching ability. Everyone's land is either weakened by too little fertilization, or the ridges are winding and the width is different. Crops that have entered my field are like abandoned babies sent to orphanages, and their fate is always bad. Everyone's farm tools are much more messy than others'. The hoe is rusty, and the dust carried on the pickaxe and plow is enough to store a flowerpot. When the sickle is so dull, the grass will make a painful cry when it is cut, and it will bark like a crow. And those authentic farmhouses, farm tools are always polished, unlike everyone's farm tools piled up in the corner and eroded by wind and rain, like a group of ragged beggars. Even so, I still love everyone's farm tools, their stupidity and their dirt covered by years.
The farm tools used by everyone have long been lost. But I can't forget the round knots on the wooden handles of those farm tools. Those eyes witnessed how a little girl caught the butterfly on the potato flower when weeding, how to pull the daylily together when weeding, and looked forward to a unique dinner in the sunset. I may forget the eyes of many people I have seen in this world, those empty, greedy or envious eyes, but I will never forget the eyes on farm tools. They will always shine in my memory, injecting a gentle and calm light into my eyes that have gradually become tired and melancholy after years of vicissitudes.
Guide reading
Why do farm tools have eyes? If the author doesn't have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering beauty, how can such a boring, ordinary and rustic farm tool have such charm? The title of this article is eye-catching and attracts readers' interest in reading. Since all farm tools have eyes, there must be a pair of aesthetic eyes flashing in the author's mind, which will put beautiful luster on ordinary things in life. Otherwise, please see, the annoying plow stick is also associated with my father's humorous conversation. My favorite hoe and sickle led the author to draw some interesting things and describe the beautiful natural scenery in the countryside. Therefore, although the author wrote about the hard rural life, what everyone read was the author's optimistic attitude and pure and beautiful heart that loves life. The eyes of these farm tools actually witnessed the author's unforgettable life, bitter but shining with beautiful light. "They will shine in my memory forever. Inject a gentle and calm light into my tired and melancholy eyes after years of vicissitudes. "
Choosing farm tools as the starting point of the article, and then implicating many events in the author's life, is the author's genius. Events in life may be accidental and scattered, but in order to express feelings, the author needs to concentrate and integrate when writing materials enter the application for works. Therefore, as you can see, many events and emotions are centered around the "farm tool eye", and the mediocre life has become a glorious writing theme. No matter how strong the emotion is, there must be a breakthrough or sustenance in order to be supported and properly expressed. The author found the right support to make such a wonderful expression.
Thinking practice
According to the original text, 1 summarizes two meanings of "the eye of farm tools", and each point does not exceed 10.
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This article describes the hardships of childhood life in a romantic way. Please briefly analyze the author's emotions with relevant clips.
Reference answer
1 (1) round joint on farm tools; (2) the testimony of a good time or childhood. The article is full of memories of simple and simple life, the interest and tiredness of plowing, enjoying the breeze and the romance of chasing butterflies when weeding, enjoying flowers leisurely in the meadow when shooting pig grass, and longing for a unique dinner in the sunset, but it reveals the author's love for hard, simple and quiet life and his closeness to the countryside and nature.
Cold is also a kind of warmth. Building a new year is both new and old. Because no matter how busy a day is, when you pass it, it will inadvertently become the old days.
In the north, the beginning and end of a year are in the cold, which makes people feel that the new year comes in a loud sneeze and leaves in a cold cough. But between this sneeze and cough, there is still the gentle song of spring breeze, the sound of summer rain moistening everything and the laughter of farmers harvesting in autumn fields. There must be haze and sunshine, bitterness and joy in the days of northerners who are contaminated with such charm.
My hometown is the destination where I live for a period of time every year. There, life is particularly charming because of its silence and simplicity. I went back there in August. Every morning, the first thing I do is to open the curtains, look at the green hills and breathe the fresh air from Shan Ye. After breakfast, I write or read while drinking tea. When you are tired, you can take a nap anywhere to regain your strength. Probably because of my relaxation, I seldom suffer from insomnia in my hometown. Every night, I will go to my mother's house for dinner on time. I'm afraid of dogs. There are many fierce dogs wandering in the streets of small towns, so when I walk on the road, I often have to hold a stone in my hand. My mother knows that I am afraid of dogs and often picks me up at this time. The vegetable garden at home is a vegetable supermarket at this time of year. The green beans with enchanting patterns, crystal-clear persimmon with chicken heart, purple eggplant, oily celery, tender zucchini and waxy pepper are all mature, but these vegetables are only supporting roles at the dinner table. The protagonists are pigs slaughtered by farmers themselves and wild fish just salvaged from the river. How can such a dinner party not make people feel grateful for life? It's getting dark after dinner. I may cut some flowers in the garden: pink sweet potato flowers, golden step by step or white broom plums, take them back to my room, put them in bottles and put them on my desk. Late at night, I fell asleep, but the flowers in my house are in full bloom, as if to light up the night.
If I hadn't gone to Hong Kong in October, I would have stayed in my hometown until it snowed.
I have been to Hong Kong twice, but only this time is the longest, a whole month. Baptist University invited eight writers from the United States, Nigeria, Ireland, New Zealand, Kenya, Taiwan Province Province and other countries and regions to gather in Hong Kong for literary exchange and writing. The theme of this issue is "Nature and Writing". In line with this theme, Baptist University organized some activities close to nature, such as climbing mountains in Sai Wan, Sai Kung, watching fishermen's life on Lantau Island, and going to Phoenix Mountain and Wetland Park. 10 in Hong Kong is still hot, and the sun has tanned my skin. Exercise is addictive. On days when there is no activity, I will wear sportswear to go out. Go to the seaside, go to the Buddhist temple in Diamond Hill, etc. One afternoon, when I came back from going out, I got off at Lok Fu Station by subway. Feeling weak and sleepy, I went to sleep in junction road park, opposite the subway station. Despite the heavy traffic on the street, there are few tourists in the park. I lay on the bench in the cloister, with my travel bag on my pillow, listening to the birds singing and smelling the flowers, and fell asleep. When I woke up, the sun had set, and I heard someone shouting "late-late-". It turned out to be the Irish poetess Shiskin, who was sitting in the chair next to me reading a book. I'm a little embarrassed, because in foreign countries, people who sleep on park benches are basically beggars.
In Hong Kong, I call my mother every night. As soon as she told me that it was snowing in my hometown, I showed her how bright the hibiscus and azaleas in Hong Kong are, how green the trees are, and so on. But after a long time, especially after entering 1 1 month, I suddenly got tired of the green of Hong Kong. The green that never fades looks so desolate and old! I miss snowflakes and cold. One day, someone asked me my impression of Hong Kong, and I said that I pity the "green" here. I like the four distinct seasons in my hometown and miss the cold. They must be thinking: what is there to miss about the cold? And how can they know that cold is also a kind of warmth!
1 1 At the beginning of the month, I went to Beijing from Hong Kong to attend a representative meeting and returned to Harbin after the meeting. When I finally got my first snow, I was very excited. I went downstairs and walked in the snow for an hour. I wish I could go back to the cold winter.
At the end of the year, I received a heavy gift with the signatures of Mr. Wang Jixiang, the son of Mr. Ai Wu, and Ms. Wang Sha, the daughter-in-law. Ai Wu gave me two books, A Journey to the South and Selected Works of Ai Wu. They know that I like Mr. Wang's books, and they specially put a wooden seal on the title page of the book when Mr. Wang was unknown. This little seal, like a window full of sunset glow, looks so brilliant. Ms. Wang Sha said that I was deeply moved by the fact that Mr. Ai Wu's two newly published books were only published by Xinhua Bookstore, and they were free of charge. In everyone's era, those junk works can get a large circulation through hype and other means, but Mr. Ai Wu's works with profound literary literacy have been left out in the cold. This is really a chilling moment! However, as long as Mr. Ai Wu's works exist, even in a "cold" corner, people feel cordial. How can such "cold" not be a kind of warmth!
Guide reading
What attracts everyone's attention in this paper is the idea of "dialectical contrast". Warm and cold are antonyms, which can refer to the temperature in nature or a phenomenon in human society, such as love and indifference, admiration and rejection ... It is from this point that the author excavated and formed an extraordinary idea. The article begins with praising the cold Chinese New Year in my hometown. Then write about the beautiful natural scenery of my hometown and my mother's care for me, which is warmth; I also wrote about Hong Kong in October. I feel hot and sleepy, and the poor green reflects the author's love for the cold in his hometown. In the end, it can be said that it is a stroke of genius in conception. The author wrote a social phenomenon: "In this era, those junk works can get great circulation through hype and other means, while Mr. Ai Wu's works with profound literary literacy have been left out in the cold. This is really a chilling moment! However, as long as Mr. Ai Wu's works exist, even in a' cold' corner, people feel cordial. How can such a' cold' not be a kind of warmth! " It seems to be a long corridor, winding and winding, with charming scenery next to it, and finally a wide back garden appears. Introduce the scenic spots to readers and appreciate the "cold and warm" at a higher level.
There are thousands of ways to write the feelings of hometown. The author just grasped the relatively uncommon feature of "coldness" as a starting point and extended his writing vision to Hong Kong. I went deep into the cultural field, making it reflect the "coldness" of my hometown, presenting a rich and profound scene, and letting readers' emotions roam in the opposite track and dialectically merge. How can I not be smart and philosophical?
Thinking practice
1 In the third paragraph of the article, what did the author feel about his hometown? Please give a general explanation item by item.
Contact the full text, please briefly explain why the author thinks that "cold is also a kind of warmth".
Reference answer
1 (1) The air in Shan Ye is fresh; (2) My mother welcomed me home with concern; (3) Seasonal vegetables are fresh and ripe; (4) Enjoy a sumptuous dinner; (5) Decorate the living room with flowers. 2 (1) My hometown gave me emotional nutrition, and I felt the excitement and warmth of my hometown in the cold New Year. (2) In the snow season, I felt my mother's expectation and greetings. (3) In an era when master works are neglected, friends feel cordial and satisfied when they send their favorite master works. (4) In the era of hype, I felt inspired by the professionalism of the master.