It looks like that. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door. Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. There are many trees around the lotus pond, which is very sad. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak. I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance. On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Among the layers of leaves, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some bloom shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is the running water of the pulse (mi), which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind. Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; Light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played by Van Gogh Ling. Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing. I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from this poem. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. It is well said in Emperor Liang Yuan's "Lotus Picking Fu": Therefore, the demon Yu Yan is willing to be a boat; The snipe (y √) makes the first Xu Hui and passes the feather cup; Zhào can move, algae can hang, and ships can move and sail. Erqi slim waist bundle element, Yan Gubu; After the spring in long summer, the young leaves blossom early, and they are afraid to touch the petticoats when laughing, but afraid to tilt the boat when picking (jū). It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now. Then I remembered the sentence in "Xizhou Qu": Lotus is picked in Nantang in autumn, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake. If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan. -think like this, suddenly look up and feel that it is already your own door; Gently pushed the door in, there was no sound, and my wife had slept for a long time. 1July, 927, Beijing Tsinghua Campus.
works appreciation
Moonlight on the Lotus Pond is a masterpiece of modern lyric prose. With the delicate description of Moonlight on the Lotus Pond, the article implicitly and euphemistically expresses the author's complex thoughts and feelings of dissatisfaction with reality, longing for freedom, and wanting to surpass reality, but unable to do so, leaving us with the footprints of honest intellectuals in old China wandering forward in suffering. The beauty in the bath in Moonlight on the Lotus Pond is obviously out of line. "At that time, lesbians were criticized even if they showed their navel." In the textbook of senior one, when Zhu Ziqing wrote Moonlight on the Lotus Pond, he once called the white flowers dotted with lotus leaves "the beauty who just came out of the bath". The girl who picked the lotus leaves rowed out of the lake, but she sang colorful songs. Sang Song, "A demon girl is a virgin, but she is willing to row a boat ..."-These tiny details of "pornography" were once cut off. But now the original content has been restored in the textbook. First of all, it explains the change of the author's thought: seeking quietness instead of quietness, returning to reality and being higher than reality. Walking out of the house with a touch of sadness, taking advantage of the moonlight to relax, along a quiet path, it is natural to come to the lotus pond that passes by every day to see the lotus pond under Na Yue. The lotus pond in the moonlight is so beautiful that it has a different wind from that in the daytime. Lotus leaf is a graceful skirt, like a dancer. You can imagine its graceful posture when dancing with the wind. And Bai Lianhua, who adorns it, can't help but remind people of her trait of "getting out of the mud and not getting stained". Lotus flowers have different shapes: "Some bloom gracefully, while others bloom shyly;" Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. "With the word" graceful and shy ",lotus seems to be a fairy in the author's eyes. With meticulous brushwork and wonderful metaphor, the author has made a fascinating description of the shape, spirit and style of the lotus leaf, and the beautiful image of the lotus leaf seems to have been displayed before our eyes. This is not the most beautiful, a wisp of "breeze" makes this beautiful lotus picture move: "The breeze blows, bringing wisps of fragrance, as if it were a faint song on the far floor. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors: but the leaves are more windy. "In a flash, the lotus fragrance is like a song, as if it were nothing, the branches and leaves are trembling, the water waves are surging, and the leaves, flowers, shapes, colors and tastes are integrated. People also indulge in the beautiful scenery of the lotus pond in the breeze. And this seems to be not extreme enough! Look at the moonlight on the pond again: "The moonlight is like running water, pouring quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; It's like a dream covered with gauze. "The flowing water under the leaves is hidden by the dense leaves, so it can't be seen, but the moonlight on the leaves is' quietly diarrhea', and the word' diarrhea' turns from static to dynamic, making people see the flowing feeling of moonlight;" Thin blue fog floats in the lotus pond ",and the word" floating "highlights the light and hazy fog. Leaves and flowers are shrouded in mist, hazy, as if washed by milk, dreamlike. The moonlight is hazy and soft, and the mist is light. The lotus pond under the moon is really like a fairyland! The light full moon gives people the feeling of "taking a nap", just like the author's mood at this time, but just right. The author inadvertently reveals a faint joy here. "The sparse shadows of curved willows are like paintings on lotus leaves. "Liu's beautiful shadow is not cast on the lotus leaf. The author just uses a painting, as if a master painter was splashing ink and painting with his heart, making the shadow cast on the lotus leaf appropriate, natural, beautiful, realistic and interesting." Light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played in the Vatican. "The moonlight is faint, black and white light and shadow are like harmonious melody, lotus fragrance is continuous and harmonious. The author's subtle feelings are really fascinating! This beautiful scenery can make the author forget the sorrow, right? But "the excitement is theirs, and I have nothing." "The author still can't get rid of that kind of melancholy. Light sadness and light joy are intertwined, and the lotus pond under the beautiful moonlight is covered with a hazy veil, which is quiet and elegant, quiet and soft, hazy and harmonious, and the lotus pond and moonlight are integrated! Reading Mr. Zhu Lao's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond, I feel that I am in the lotus pond, as if I were walking on a secluded path. Graceful green lotus leaves, graceful lotus flowers, hazy moonlight and foggy lotus ponds are displayed in front of us. What scenery is described in Moonlight on the Lotus Pond? The goal is clear: one is the lotus pond and the other is the moonlight. There are many poems about the lotus pond in the past dynasties, and more about moonlight. But the lotus pond moonlight in this paper is absolutely different from other lotus pond moonlight. The lotus pond here will not be "the lotus leaf is infinitely bright, and the lotus flower reflects the sun shadow in a different color"; The moonlight here can't be "the Yumen curtain can't be rolled up, but it can be brushed back on the anvil." "The lotus pond here is Lotus Pond under the Moon, and the moonlight here is Lotus Pond Moonlight. It is precisely because the works clearly highlight the characteristics of the scenery and vividly reproduce the specific scenery in a specific environment that the sincere feelings expressed in the article have a reliable sustenance and make readers feel true and cordial. Look at the description of the lotus leaf first: "The leaves are high above the water, like a slim dancer's skirt. "If you put aside the specific environment, can you use the' sapphire plate' to compare the lotus leaf? Of course, it is very expressive. This description not only depicts the color of the lotus leaf, but also shows its quality and shape. However, this metaphor must be in the morning glow, sunset or drizzle, and never in the moonlight. It is more difficult to distinguish color from quality at night. The lotus leaf seen in the moonlight is mainly its naturally stretched shape, much like a skirt, which gives the leaves a dynamic beauty. When writing lotus flowers, the original text used three metaphors: "among the leaves, there are some white flowers scattered, some are blooming gracefully, and some are blooming shyly;" "Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath." Lotus is beautiful and luxurious, comparable to beauty. There is a line in the poem "Lotus" by Yang, a poet in the Song Dynasty, "It's like three thousand women in a Han temple, with half heavy makeup and half light makeup". In the hazy moonlight, lotus is a beauty, just out of the bath, and the hazy feeling is just right. On the contrary, it would be far-fetched to compare lotus flowers to "pearls" and "stars" if it were not in the dim moonlight. The article describes the lotus fragrance like this: "The breeze blows, with a faint fragrance, as if it were a faint song on a distant building." This intermittent and seemingly absent feeling will never be produced in the early morning when books are loud, nor in the harsh noon when the sun shines, but only in the silent moonlit night when children's laughter can no longer be heard on the road outside the wall. Let's look at another sentence about flowers: "In addition to brilliance, there is a faint fragrance here, which seems to be lavender, and it covers me gently like a dream." (wisteria falls) This is the fragrance of flowers in the bright sunshine. Purple flowers are "teasing each other with the sunshine". The dazzling purple stimulates the author to think that the fragrance is lavender, which is natural. Only one sentence directly describes the moonlight. In this paper, the moon is mostly written in shadow, which is also the expression technique respected by scholars in previous dynasties. "Tall bushes, falling jagged mottled shadows; The beautiful image of curved willows seems to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played by Van Aling. " The shadows here are jagged and mottled, giving people a feeling of swaying. Why? Just because it fell in the lotus pond. In the lotus pond, "the breeze blows ... the leaves and flowers tremble slightly, like lightning, and suddenly pass over the other side of the lotus pond." The leaves are side by side, so there is a clear wave mark. " The shadow falls on this wave mark, and of course it is more jagged and mottled. It is precisely because the lotus pond is in this dynamic state that the beautiful image of willow is like "painting" rather than "printing" on the lotus leaf. It is precisely because of that blue ripple that the light and shadow show a curve like a staff, which reminds people of "the famous song played on the Van Aling".
Melayu Yu Qiu
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People are really strange. When I live in a shack, my mind is full of daydreams, but when I write travel notes about famous mountains and rivers all over the country, there are often some static spots looming in front of me. Maybe it's an old man who happened to be in Lu Yu, maybe it's a bird that I can't get rid of all the time, or maybe it's a haystack that once made me sleepy. Sometimes it is not necessarily encountered on the journey, but the memory highlights that will emerge wherever you go, flashing and leaving a few stitches on the floating life line.
Yes, if life is a line crossed by a stroke, then only some points can have retained value.
Omitting those withered long lines and remembering only a few points is really rich enough.
To this end, I will focus on writing a flower in my travel notes. It's wintersweet, not far away, in a hospital in the western suburbs of Shanghai.
This is a quiet lamp, which I often ignore in my busy schedule.
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People who walk on tiptoe sometimes get sick, and staying in the hospital may be the biggest psychological contrast for a performer. Want physical strength but no physical strength, want space and no space, waiting in depression and helplessness, I don't know when I can get out of the next stop of my life.
It seems that God rewards and punishes diligence. Your usual footsteps are too sloppy, so you are driven to this small courtyard to stay for a while and relax. Whether you like it or not, you are used to it.
At that time, the hospital where I lived used to be the private residence of a rich foreign businessman. There were many trees in the yard, but it was winter and they all withered. Accustomed to the beautiful scenery on weekdays, my eyes are full of hunger and thirst, and I look for green among trees all day. However, all I see is the interlacing of khaki colors, but clusters of ward clothes of the same style are turning around repeatedly, and the more I look at them, the more annoying I am. Patients occasionally stop to talk, but out of courtesy, they won't ask each other any more questions. Only two patients laughed whenever they got the chance. The nurse said they were terminally ill. Their cheerfulness is highly respected, but everyone knows that it is a spiritual support that makes great efforts. Few people listen to their laughter, because everyone can't have so many comforting reactions and forced smiles. Nurses often walk with them, and everyone looks at their backs from a distance.
Patients like to go to bed early and get up early, and the yard is crowded before dawn. Everyone rushed there to take a deep breath and move their hands, for fear that the morning light would break through and see the bare branches and leaves and sick faces clearly. Only in this way can everything be awake, the air is cold and refreshing, the mouth is open, the nose is open, and the corner of the morning is grasped.
Day after day, so it passed. Suddenly one morning, everyone felt that the air was always strange. They looked around in horror and found a group of people around the corner of the yard. Hurriedly walked over and stood on tiptoe to see that there was a Chimonanthus praecox in the middle of the crowd, and the faint morning light reflected fresh yellow petals. People who walk into the past are still chanting its name, and when they get there, they are no longer silent. An elegant and clean smell scared everyone. Deliberately take a breath to smell, but you can't smell anything. When you don't smell, it's all over your nose, and it dyes your body and mind at once.
The flower is just a flower that has just bloomed, but here, it is a desert camel bell and a barren hill pavilion. After a long drought, it meets the rain and clears up after a long rain. After watching for a while, the patient slowly turned over and gave up his seat to the person behind him. They wandered around the yard twice, stopped here and waited patiently behind the crowd. Since then, walking in the hospital has become a circle centered on wintersweet.
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Hospitalized patients are all a little neurotic. The world is small and fragile. You can't get rid of it if you want to live. It is said that many hospitalized patients will have a little emotional connection with warm-hearted and kind nurses, which can not be completely attributed to patients taking part in accidental amusement, but a natural projection of a fragile mentality. When they are discharged from the hospital and their bodies and minds return to normal, everything will become a thing of the past.
Now, all patients' emotions are projected on Chimonanthus praecox, with extraordinary obsession. Two patients in my ward woke up early in the morning and said they smelled the aroma of wintersweet. One person even said that he was just awakened by the aroma. In fact, our ward is not close to wintersweet, at least forty or fifty meters away.
In my opinion, this wintersweet is really worthy of patients' obsession. All kinds of miscellaneous trees and branches made way around it, and it stood grandly in a clearing, so that people could see all its gestures. The branches are vigorous and dark, covered with wrinkles of the years. Just look at this branch, it seems that it has already died, and only a sad historical shape stretches here. It is hard to imagine that at the top of such a branch, so many fresh lives suddenly gushed out. Petals are yellow, not a trace of turbidity, light to no texture, only patches of color, delicate and transparent. There is no other color in the whole yard, as if the leaves are falling, the branches are yellow, and the winter is frozen, paving the way for this wintersweet. Plum petals tremble slightly in the cold wind, which can shake the whole sky blue. Patients no longer hate winter. In front of Chimonanthus praecox, everyone knows that the best color and fragrance in the world can only be accompanied by cold. There is only one word left in the aesthetic concept here: cold eyes.
It adds several flowers every day, so counting flowers and buds has become a major event in every ward. Arguments often occur. If they don't stop, we should count the flowers carefully before. This sometimes happens at night, and patients even get up in clothes on cold nights and bury their heads in flowers in the moonlight. Chimonanthus praecox in the moonlight is exceptionally holy, surrounded by darkness, and only crystal petals are far away from the bright moon. When the fragrance is mixed with the night air, it is suffocating.
One morning when I got up, it was very cold. When I opened the window, it snowed heavily and the whole yard was silvery white. Chimonanthus praecox has become more eye-catching, tall and elegant, set off by the silvery white world into a kind of sage-like style, with a graceful fate. Several young patients tried to observe in the snow, but the nurse stopped them. The nurse whispered, they are all patients. How can they stand such a cold? Come back early!
The patients standing on the eaves gallery on the first floor and the balcony on the second floor looked at Chimonanthus praecox tenderly. Some people say that such a heavy snow must have knocked out many petals; Some people disagree, saying that heavy snow will only push more buds away. This argument finally touched a nurse, who volunteered to take the snow to count. The nurse is young and slim. As soon as she came out, her white clothes melted in the heavy snow. She walked lightly to the front of Chimonanthus praecox, smoothed her hair, and then bowed her head and looked up to count. She must have learned a little dance. When counting flowers, her figure is reminiscent of "scattered flowers". Finally, she finally straightened up, smiled at the building and gave a number in the heavy snow, which caused cheers from all the patients upstairs and downstairs. These figures prove that wintersweet has grown many flowers that have not withered after a night of heavy snow.
At the end of this month, the hospital asked patients to select excellent nurses, and the nurse who took great risks won by unanimous vote.
A few days later, it suddenly rained heavily. It usually doesn't rain so hard in winter in Shanghai, and all the patients flock to the eaves gallery and balcony at once. Everyone knows that our wintersweet is really in trouble. A few sharp-eyed people have clearly seen the petals under the flower branches. It's raining harder and harder, and some petals have rushed under the eaves. The patients looked up at the sky sadly and sighed. Just then, a clear voice sounded in my ear: "I'll get my umbrella!" " "
This is another nurse's voice. The nurse braved the heavy snow didn't go to work today. Although the nurse is tall, she is still a little childish, with a red silk umbrella in her hand and her eyes rolling around. People looked at her silently like a savior and forgot to thank her. A patient suddenly stopped her and said that the red umbrella was too dazzling for wintersweet. The nurse pursed her lips and smiled, turned back to the office and took out a yellow silk umbrella. Some patients object that yellow to yellow will cover wintersweet. Fortunately, nurses use umbrellas with various colors, so it is best to choose a purple silk umbrella at last.
The nurse came to the flower wearing cream rain boots and a purple umbrella, and tied the umbrella to the branch with a rope. When she was tied up, another nurse went to pick her up with an umbrella, and the two girls came back with their shoulders.
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Spring came, and Chimonanthus praecox finally withered. The patients were discharged in batches and went to wintersweet tree for some time before discharge.
All kinds of trees have sprouted green shoots, the grass on the ground has begun to become active, and the patient's face and eyes have gradually become clear. Soon, there will be many flowers here, and bees and butterflies will come through the wall.
The hardest thing in the ward is winter. In winter, we have wintersweet.
At this time, Chimonanthus praecox wilted and escaped, mottled and old, like dead branches.
Several patients are betting: "this winter, I will come in to see wintersweet again!" " "
The nurse said, "You won't come back. We don't want healthy people messing around. Travel is serious when you are healthy. This wintersweet is for patients only. "
Say and slightly red in the face.