Liang Heng

What pervades the whole summer is a tense, warm and urgent melody. As if a pot of cold water on the stove was bubbling and finally boiling, the fine sandy grass on the hillside gradually grew into thick hair, and the faint smoke on the forest belt also condensed into a long black wall. It is rare to see butterflies dancing, but it annoys cicadas. There is a long sound between the submerged leaves. The fiery red sun is baking a golden land, the wheat waves are rolling, beating the distant mountains, and the clouds in the sky are beating the cars on the highway, like waves rushing to the ships. Gold dominates everything in the world, and hot air floats across the fields, blowing ripe wheat fragrance. After half a year's savings, the spirit of spring has become a majestic trend, rolling in the fields and rising between heaven and earth. Summer has arrived. The color of summer is golden. From the perspective of painting, this makes sense. The color of spring is cool and green, such as blue waves and tender bamboo, full of hope; The color of autumn is fiery red, such as sunset glow and red leaves, which indicates the extreme of things. Between summer and spring and autumn, the naturally neutral yellow jujube has been harvested, and the hope is not exhausted. This is a peak season of connecting the past with the future and alternating life. You see, wheat has just been cut, cotton seedlings with seven or eight green leaves in the field, sorghum corn with megaphones in the air, and melon seedlings crawling on the ground all show great vitality in generate. At this time, they didn't last long in the spring breeze and light rain, but under the transpiration of the hot summer, they flourished and made a final sprint at the end of Xiang Qiu.

[Appreciation] This article is only a few hundred words, but it is a rare masterpiece in contemporary prose. The article begins with three metaphors of "a pot of cold water", "thick hair" and "a long wall with dark colors", which seems clumsy, but vividly reproduces the characteristics of "all summer", "fine grass in the sand" and "faint green smoke" and outlines the macro picture of summer scenery. The phrase "annoying cicadas, the potential leaves keep ringing" is like the voiceover of the above group of shots. The "annoyance" here shows the heat in summer, but it is by no means boring; The long-lasting sound over the treetops reflects the lightness of the summer scenery, sets off an atmosphere of "cicadas are quiet in the forest" and shows the richness and massiness of the summer earth. Therefore, the author has set a high-spirited and positive theme for the full text in the blend of sound and emotion and reality.

2 Summer solstice Weishan Lake

Sheng Li

The jumping Weishan Lake is wave after wave. Occasionally, there are villages lifted by water on the endless lake. Under the Liu Yin, there are blue brick houses, and miles of fishing nets are faintly visible in the depths of white clouds.

Take a boat to the middle of the lake, and you will see reeds waving to you, and flocks of cattle and sheep swaying among the reeds, bowing their heads for food. The industrious farmer began his busy day. Our ship sailed downwind on the vast lake. Flocks of ducks and geese rushed out of the nest in the cry of the old man, shouting and jumping into the water, flapping their wings on the water. The leisurely fisherman speaks barefoot in the shade of the village head, and the beautiful village girl washes clothes on the stone platform in a white dress and a red dress. When she saw the arrival of a distant guest, she looked up at each other. If you talk to hospitable fishermen, they will be your guide enthusiastically; If you talk to girls, they will laugh with you. Looking around again, you will find a lotus leaf as blue as a plate mixed with a little red light, and dozens of acres and hundreds of acres of snowballs appear in rows. The old lotus seed with round eyes shook his head, and the fisherman would smile and say, "That half-closed lotus seed is the best fruit to eat raw." The boat happily crossed the Jidou pond, crossed the Lingjiao pond and rowed to the blank water surface. The long fishing net is out of sight. A boat, driven by a village girl, crossed the lotus pond and sailed to the net. The village girl paddled the water and shouted, funny. The fisherman said that she met a big fish and was rushing into the net. The green hills in the distance are near, and the layers of forests and fruit forests are everywhere. At the foot of the mountain, on the spacious asphalt road, people come and go, the wide pier, and the queues are waiting.

The sunset, like a naked child, rushes to the western paradise. The distant village was shrouded in mist and gradually blurred. The old man wading across the river nagged to call it a day, and our boat drifted away in the smoke waves. Behind him, Cangshan, small trees and near water ... presented a golden world. (Excerpted from People's Daily)

[Appreciation] The article describes the scenery and emotional appeal of water towns in summer. Taking the lake as the center and looking around, we can get a panoramic view of lakes, mountains, sheep, ducks and geese. A picture of harmony between man and nature is vividly presented to us under the author's wonderful pen! In the author's pen, all living and inanimate things have a human touch, such as "jumping Weishan Lake waves by waves", "the lake reed beckons to you", "the old lotus fruit is wide open and people shake their heads", which makes the tone of the picture more lively. In addition, the words in the article seem handy, but in fact they are extremely accurate and vivid, such as "Tuo" in "Villages Occasionally Raised by Water on the Lake" and "Flocks of Cattle and Sheep Swing".

3 bitter summer

Feng Jicai

On this day, I finally put down the fan. The dry wind from the sky suddenly made my clothes fly, got into my cuffs and trouser legs, and stroked my whole body wet. I was surprised to see the still dazzling scenery in the sun, and I didn't understand where that fierce and extraordinary summer suddenly went a few days ago.

The four seasons are the biggest beat in the universe. In every beat, the landscape of the earth is completely changed and updated. The four seasons also endow the earth with poetry, so the very shrewd China people have established the rules in their quatrains: beginning, inheritance, turning and combination. These four words are precisely the essence of the four seasons. Start as spring, continue as summer, change as autumn, and harvest as winter. Together, is it not a complete round of life on earth? To this end, all life between heaven and earth follows this rhythm according to law, no matter how old or young, no matter how many flowers and insects die, no matter how long they live. However, in the four seasons of life, isn't this long summer the most magnificent and warmest?

Women's childhood memories are scattered in four seasons, while men's childhood memories are mostly in summer. This is because our childhood companions are always all kinds of insects. Dragonflies, longicorn beetles, grasshoppers, mantises, butterflies, cicadas, ants, earthworms, frogs and fish. They are all protagonists of summer life; Every kind of insect brings us endless happiness. Even the most memorable details of family and friends are related to insects. For example, when my sister sees a gecko, she will make a particularly horrible cry. For example, the boy with squints next door specializes in killing dragonflies. For example, a flower-shaped hairpin on the head of the most beautiful girl in the class will always attract butterflies to fall on it; For another example, my father slept on the floor covered with a mat and rolled over at night and killed a scorpion. This incredible thing makes me feel that my father is extremely powerful. Later, my father was beaten, punished and wrote an inspection; I comforted and forgave him, fearing that he would commit suicide, and wrote him a check-up-that was one of the contents of my initial writing. At this time, the father's sense of power no longer exists. Everything in life, including summer thoughts, has changed.

In a happy childhood, you will never feel the steamboat-like summer. Only in the hard life after that can you feel the taste of bitter summer. Happiness shortens the time, and pain prolongs the years, just like this long and seemingly endless bitter summer. But I still don't like to talk about my past suffering and tempering. Instead, I realized the weight of the word "bitter". Pain is the honey in life. All the gains in life are under the weight of this bitter word. However, there is nothing below half a well-meaning sentence. You have exhausted your whole life's strength, but what you finally got is thousands of miles away from what you originally wanted. what do you think?

So I understand this bitter summer-it is not the torture of endless heat, but the bitter struggle that we silently and perseveringly endure the poisonous sun. The strength of life is given by the opponent, that is, the pressure of the opponent is sucked into his bones. The strength of the strong is mainly endurance. Only in the incredible bear will I feel that I belong to the strong. Perhaps it is for this reason that more than half of my writing is in summer. Don't many writers, including Pushkin, blossom and bear fruit in bright and pleasant autumn? However, every time I enter the hot summer, my writing ability is doubly strong. I think this must be the bitter summer of those heavy lives, which forged my abnormal personality habits. I am too familiar with the wonderful feeling that my sweaty arm sticks to the desk glass after writing for a long time.

In Vivaldi's Four Seasons, I often only listen to the chapter "Summer". It excites me more than spring, autumn and winter. My friend said that the chapter "Summer" is extremely gorgeous. I said that what I felt from it was the bitterness and hardship of summer, even a little tragic. My friend said that I put too many stories of myself in this musical situation. I nodded and told him about my musical experience. The highest realm of music transcends hearing; It is not only for you, but also for you.

Every summer, I will experience the meaning of summer in this way, so that my passion can be generated and get high. Holding the hot air in one hand and writing many words in the other.

This year, I also found that this summer was not blown away by the autumn wind, let alone by our fans-

Summer melts itself. Because the last moment of summer is always extremely hot. I see, it only shows the infinite power of summer when it exhausts everything. The happiness of life lies in giving full play to energy. But who can create a zenith as brilliant as this fire in the form of burning like it?

Therefore, I am full of worship for summer! I want to meet you again through the vast autumn, the long winter and the distant spring. I want to meet you again through the vast autumn, the long winter and the distant spring, the highest state of my spirit-bitter summer!

[Appreciation] It is indeed appropriate for this essay to summarize the taste of "summer" with "bitterness", but if it only stays at the level of "bitterness", it will be unremarkable. Of course, the author of this article wrote about the bitterness of summer, and more about the pleasure of summer. These pleasures even include such horrible "events" as "My father slept on the floor covered with a mat, turned over at night and killed a scorpion". Obviously, this happiness is short-lived. The author experienced countless hardships in his later years, which was the real "bitter summer", but the author finally realized that it was that kind of "bitter summer" that forged the hardness and toughness of his life. I have read this kind of sentence, "Isn't this long summer the most magnificent and passionate in the four seasons of life?" You will definitely have a deeper understanding of life.

Keep a quiet heart.

Life is an endless sea, and man is a boat on the sea. The sea is never calm, so people always have happiness and sadness. When nameless troubles hit, frustration and hesitation burned every nerve. But, my friend, don't forget to keep a quiet heart, and there will be no more pain.

In front of everyone, there is a road to a distant place, rugged but full of hope. Not everyone can go very far, because there are always people who give up halfway because they don't empty the sand in their shoes. Therefore, what dominates people's feelings is not happiness and pain itself, but mood.

When the troubles of life strike, please leave your baggage behind, look up at the bright blue sky and let the gentle blue shine into your heart. Just like when I was tired of playing as a child, I found a green and soft grass to lie down, let the sun fall on my face, and let the breeze blow my heart without wrinkles.

When surrounded by layers of setbacks, please open the window, let the refreshing fresh air in, and find a little peace in the fragrant and sweet earthy breath, just like when you were a child, you picked up dandelion whiskers, puffed up your cheeks, blew open umbrellas after umbrellas, closed your eyes in surprise and made a wish. In this way, there is more comfort and joy in my heart.

When the helpless melancholy comes, please open your eyes, watch the sunset and listen to the insects singing and birds singing. Just like when I was a child, I listened to the crickets in the yard and looked up and counted the twinkling stars in the sky. In this way, all the annoying noises gradually fade away, and what you have is a quiet heart.

Keep a quiet heart, and you will sincerely sigh: even if I am not happy enough, don't frown. Life is too short, why should I study hard?

Keep a quiet heart, and you will understand that broadness can dilute sadness and tranquility can dispel confusion. Yes, no one knows how far it is, but open the window of the soul and let the happy sunshine and moonlight flood in, and a quiet heart will have an eternal happy song.

Keep a quiet heart, and you can constantly surpass and challenge yourself. Even if the distance is an eternal place, something will be born-a miracle. Excerpt from Youth Digest

Appreciate:

The world is flashy and people are impetuous. Many people bump around like headless flies in this material world, and it is difficult to keep a quiet heart. Because people are restless, they have more troubles and less happiness; Many partners, few friends; There are more people sitting alone in the dead lamp and fewer people walking around; There are more people who are lazy and decadent, and fewer people who are active and enterprising ... "Indifferent and pure, quiet and far-reaching", how "quiet and far-reaching". Yes, only with peace can we have an open mind, have the courage to challenge and reach the peak of success. Let your heart calm down, you will become more beautiful and meaningful, you will become more mature and stable, you will become attached to happiness and shake hands with success. Keep a quiet heart and keep the whole world.