When the car is driving on the endless plateau, a large yellow-green carpet jumps into your field of vision; Yellow, that is soil, virgin land, the shell of the loess plateau successfully accumulated by great natural forces millions of years ago; Green is the result of human labor defeating nature. It was a wheat field, and when the wind blew, a green wave turned up. At this time, you will really admire the word "Mailang" created by the ancients. If it is not a wonderful hand, it is indeed the essence of tempering language. Yellow and green dominate, boundless and magnanimous. At this time, if the peaks of distant mountains remind you (judging by the naked eye, these peaks are at your feet), you will forget that the car is driving on the plateau. At this time, your feelings may be adjectives such as "magnificent" or "great", but at the same time, your eyes may feel a little tired. Yeah, it's a little monotonous, isn't it?
However, in an instant, if you suddenly look up and see a row in front of you,-no, even just three or five plants, one or two plants, standing proudly like a sentry, how would you feel sleepy? I let out a cry of surprise at that time!
That's poplar, a common tree in northwest China, but it's really not an ordinary tree!
It is a tree that strives for the upper reaches, with straight stems and branches. Its stem is usually very tall, like an artificial one, with no side branches within ten feet; All its branches are upward, and they are close together, like man-made, forming a bundle, and there is no possibility of escaping sideways; Its broad leaves are also upward one by one, and there are almost no oblique leaves, let alone upside down; Its skin is smooth and silvery, with a slight blue color. This is a tree that stands tenaciously despite the oppression of heavy snow in the north! Even if it is only as thick as the bowl mouth, it will strive to develop upwards, reaching a height of 20 feet, towering and unyielding, facing the northwest wind.
This is the poplar, a common tree in the northwest, but it is by no means an ordinary tree!
It has no swaying posture and no crooked branches. Maybe you should say it's not beautiful. If beauty means "swaying" or "running sideways", then poplar is not a good woman on the tree. But it is stalwart, honest, simple and earnest, and it is not lacking in tenderness, not to mention tenacity and honest and frank. It's a man in a tree! When you walk on the plateau where the snow is melting, you see such a tree or a row of poplars standing proudly on the flat land. Do you think a tree is just a tree? Don't you think it is simple, serious, strong and unyielding, at least it symbolizes the farmers in the north; Don't you think there are strong and unyielding sentries standing proudly guarding their hometown like this poplar tree in the vast land behind enemy lines? Don't you think further, this poplar tree, with dense branches and leaves, is now a symbol of the spirit and will to write the history of new China with blood in the North China Plain?
Poplar is not an ordinary tree. It is common and neglected in the northwest, just like farmers in the north; It has a strong vitality, and it can't be broken or oppressed, just like farmers in the north. I praise the poplar because it not only symbolizes the farmers in the north, but also symbolizes the indispensable simplicity, strength and enterprising spirit in our national liberation struggle today.
Let those who look down on the people, look down on the people and stubbornly retrogress praise the noble nanmu (which is also straightforward) and despise this extremely ordinary and easy-to-grow poplar, but I will praise the poplar loudly!
In this paper, symbolic techniques are used to praise the extraordinary image of poplar, and the revolutionary spirit and struggle will of the anti-Japanese soldiers and civilians and the whole Chinese nation under the leadership of China. After learning this article, we will-
1. On the basis of fully understanding the external characteristics and internal temperament of poplar, understand the thoughts and feelings contained in the author's scenery description and understand the symbolic significance of poplar.
2. Grasp the clues of prose, understand the author's ideas, understand the key points of the article, closely follow the lyric clues of praising poplar in the article, and outline it, thus driving the understanding and analysis of the whole article.
Pay attention to reading aloud, so as to feel the lyric language directly expressed in this article.
2. A modern poem describing poplars.
Looking back at Wang Jingyi, dust and fog will gather together.
Wealth and peace, return to chastity.
There are many ancient tombs beside the ancient grazing road.
Depression kills people, cicadas sing poplars.
If the ancients don't die, why should I be sad?
The same dust, the same finger.
Who is Bai's burial place in Jiuyuan misty rain?
Life is the same in this world, there is no difference between floating clouds and running water.
Ye Gong Liang Garden is famous, and spring grass and autumn wind hurt my feelings.
Why don't you learn from Jin Xian? A Wukong king has no life or death.
The ancient tomb is full of poplars, full of parting places of life and death.
poplar
A small white poplar
long time ago
Deep roots and strong stems.
Pay attention to northern Xinjiang
The breeze rustled the green leaves.
Hello Luo.
The sun shines on the green leaves.
Shine silver light ...
(disease) begins ... Populus alba
poplar
It's long, and so am i.
Guard the border with me
Use ten to fifteen modern poems to describe the Populus alba in the wind.
Time: 20 15-05- 15
Author zimu
The poplars in the wind are tall and straight.
A gentle kiss,
You wave countless palms,
Sing for a beautiful youth.
Strong wind hugs,
You are swaying,
Dancing for great love.
Storm damage,
You stand up and hold your head high again and again,
Don't give in to rape and sin.
The hurricane raged,
Break your strong body in the middle,
You lie quietly in the wind, looking very peaceful.
Quiet, quiet,
Burst in silence,
In the new branch of Chunfeng,
Get up, get up, get up. ...
4. Poems praising poplars
Ancient poems:
Harmony songs. stub
Tang Jiao has escaped.
If the ancients don't die, why should I be sad?
Who buried poplars and pines? The same dust, life and death are the same thing.
Life is like this, there is no difference between floating clouds and running water.
Short songs, short songs, endless days have fallen. Ye Gongliang Garden is very famous.
Spring grass and autumn wind hurt my feelings. Why don't you learn from Jin Xian? A Wukong king came back from the dead.
Guyi
Don. Changjian
There are many ancient tombs beside the ancient grazing road.
When I return to Wangjing, the dust and fog will gather together. I can have money and security, and I will come back to keep my virginity.
Modern poetry:
1, autumn is coming, the frost is white and the dew is clear, and mother Qiu can't wait to put gold on the poplar in front of my house. Leaves are as bright as gold. Autumn wind swept, the trees were covered with "gold", and the fallen leaves danced like golden butterflies. We collect fallen leaves under the tree as specimens, which is very interesting.
2. On the poplar trees in winter, snowflakes fall on the branches and turn silvery white. The branches are frozen smooth and transparent, like a folded umbrella inserted in the roadside, which is very beautiful.
The snow has begun to melt. When I looked out of the window, I was surprised to find that the snow had melted. Holly not only did not wither, but also showed great vitality. Its leaves are greener. It stands proudly like a poplar.
Arbor Day is coming. I will plant an poplar tree for you, which can bring coolness in summer. Plant an apple tree, may you be safe; Plant a lucky tree and wish you good luck again and again! Happy Arbor Day!
5. Ah, I see spring. The mountains in the distance are rolling, full of green. The grass on the nearby hillside also crept out of the ground quietly. They are tender and green. Fat little lobular children, like a fat doll who just woke up. This piece, that cluster, dotted with steep slopes. Trees on the hillside quietly pull out new branches and sprout like grass. Willow branches hang down like a thread hanging from a tree. Small bright yellow leaves are like petals tied on a string. Poplar is in bloom, and these flowers are clusters of purple. It's interesting to be covered with soft fur like a caterpillar.
6. In summer, the branches and leaves are lush, and the thick branches and leaves block the hot sunshine. We can play in the open space as usual without feeling hot. At this time, occasionally a few birds will fly in, and then they will fall on the poplar trees to enjoy the cool, and then they will crow and bring us beautiful songs.
7. Holly, though not as graceful as poplars or tall and straight phoenix trees, has strong vitality and can grow green all year round. The same is true of its young branches. As soon as they were buried, they thrived year after year, regardless of the cold and heat. Therefore, I like evergreen holly.
When you face it, you can't express it. When we were apart, you missed a thousand words! Loving you is like catkins flying in July. I just want to stand under that tall poplar tree, hold your hand and whisper: Let's fall in love!
9. In winter, poplars lose their former charm and become bare. But you deserve our love, because you do your best for everything around you, you are selfless, and you even hurt yourself for us without complaining. You are strong and beautiful, and I will always like you!
10, words can't be expressed on the face. When we are apart, we miss thousands of words! Loving you is like catkins flying in July. I just want to stand under that tall poplar tree, hold your hand and whisper: Let's fall in love!
1 1, words can't be expressed when facing, and thousands of words are missed when separating! Loving you is like catkins flying in July. I just want to stand under that tall poplar tree, hold your hand and whisper: Let's fall in love!
12, this lake, at first glance, is still like a pool of tempting old wine, quiet and light; Looking closely, it looks like a precious mirror in a jade curtain, bright and blue. The lake is as flat as a mirror! The ship's slurry rippled, swung to a nearby place, quietly disappeared, and the lake was smoothed. At this time, the shore of the lake is clear and clean, and the Shifangmen Bridge, Round Hole Bridge, One-eyed Bridge, Porous Bridge, Towering Arch Bridge and Slender Tangqiao floating on the water surface are large and small, staggered and exquisite. There are several poplars and fishing boats, which are already beautiful, and there are overlapping mountains, such as the nearby mountains and the distant mountains. All this is like being cut by an artist, and there is no superfluous stroke in the change.
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5. How to describe poplars in the form of modern poetry? Praise poplars with a tolerant heart. Let the ruthless autumn wind blow down the glory of the past. Those fluttering leaves flew down one by one. They are willing to commit themselves to the soil and lose the luster of summer. Only a tall and straight body is left. A proud head stands proudly in the East. Praise the Gobi in the west without water, with withered branches and leaves.
Some grass is pure and green, some trees wither, and nothing grows in the snowy plain. The autumn wind calls for frost and white chestnuts, and poplars lead the green life alone.
You can't spend rainy days in the west, but you can live in summer. Chant about poplars, peep at Dan, treat crows with smelly noise, and resist sand with hot yellow wind.
Proud roots are not swaying, and people speak straight. Poplar ode to August poplar, tall and straight poplar; Never bow in a storm.
Poplar in August, poplar in years; Sharpen a strong character. August poplars, lush poplars; It thrives in the sun.
Poplar in August, poplar in the field; Like soldiers guarding territory. Poplar in August, singing poplar; Singing happy songs in the breeze.
August poplars, such as poetic poplars; Composed chapters of that poem.
6. Introduction to Bai Yang (Bai Yang is a modern poet) Comrade Bai Yang, a Henan poet, is a white-browed warrior with a simple poetic style. He is calm and upright, tireless in reading, traveling around the world, and unpretentious, and has made his poetry life. All the new things and ancient customs in his works are as full of artistic conception as calligraphy and painting, and the details harmoniously highlight the truth that good poetry is rooted in life.
Here, the author calls the poet poplar a comrade, because he is a towering poplar in our cultural camp, and such poplar is the fighting poplar. The facts are exactly the same. Poet Bai Yang's style of writing and study, like his name, symbolizes a poet's image and poetic character. At that time, Mr. Mao Dun once described poplars like this: "Poplars are not ordinary trees. Just like farmers in the north; It has a strong vitality, can't be broken, can't stand oppression, and is similar to farmers in the north. " In this sense, Comrade Bai Yang's exploration of the original road of modern poetry, the liberation of poetry individuality, the simplicity and strength that can't be discarded, and the enterprising spirit are both done by Comrade Bai Yang and created by Comrade Bai Yang. Facts speak plainer than words.
Comrade Bai Yang wrote in "See how cordial the iron is" that "I grew up in a wilderness more remote than the countryside, in order to reach the city and sea and the sky. Tough guy's bones are brittle with metal. Oh! A good piece of steel. " The poet's spirit is strong, and the poet's behavior is seeking truth. He inherited the spirit in the poet's bones for his "daughter who just wants to open her eyes and see the society". The poet writes about things around him, and Comrade Bai Yang brings the details of life around him to life. The language of the poem is vivid and full of vitality. Bai Yang, a poet, became attached to iron all his life. His character was cast in the iron background, and the weight of words was simple and sonorous.
For example, the poem "Remembering the Iron" compares the "light of molten iron" to an arm, fantasizing about dialogue with sages, and the vicissitudes of history are pulled to the classical flood. He said, "The iron sunrise shakes off the rusty white hair", and the poet's thoughts are smiling with the iron. Because the poet's soul longs for the luster of metal, he said in "Longing for Iron" that the sun of molten iron sets with streamers, yes, how much he wants to drink to his heart's content. However, the poet's bony bones have a strong density and weight. Poets want "common soil rot", iron poplars, poets sing life with iron red and enthusiasm, dumb and beautiful.
Who does the poet sing for? Use the article "Iron Journey" to prove it. Comrade Bai Yang wrote: "These strong soldiers are never afraid of sacrifice. They refuse to carve and praise, and they never grandstand. Even if it evolves into scrap steel, it will be reborn. " The poet lamented the arrogance of iron-it failed to restore them to stone, just as the words written by poplar were the tempering of the true feelings in the inner world, and like iron, poplar hit the nail on the head in the pursuit of the truth of life with the poetry creation process of "the most authentic life on the earth", which is worth promoting. Poplar lives forever!