"Virtual" and "real" are relative, generally speaking, some are real, and none is virtual; Evidence is truth, and false support is empty; Concrete is real, abstract is virtual; The obvious is true, and the hidden is empty; Actions are true, but words are empty; The present is true and the future is empty; What you see is true and what you hear is false; What is known is true and what is unknown is false. As the old monk said in the materials, the relationship between them is complementary.
After the above divergence of thinking and the main perspective of the topic, you can choose a point to talk about. For example, talk about "emptiness" and "reality" in literary works and write a short essay on literary appreciation.
When Cao Cao wrote about the sea, he first wrote "The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough", which is a true pen, and then wrote "The trip to the sun and the moon, if it is out of its territory, the stars are brilliant, if it is out of its territory", which is an empty pen, from reality to emptiness. "All love can't be caged, and an almond will come out of the wall." The first sentence is empty, and the second sentence is real, from empty to real.
In "Medicine", Lao Shuan's buying "medicine" is true writing, while Yu Xia's killing is false writing. Virtual reality and reality set each other off, and both are indispensable. Virtual writing is more difficult than real writing and belongs to imagination.
You can also write about the relationship between matter and spirit. Material is real, and spirit is empty. Without matter, there is no spirit. We can't just talk about spirit and ignore the importance of matter. But the problem now is that people pay more attention to the pursuit of material things, while ignoring spiritual things, which will inevitably lead to the bad tendency of being rich in material things and lacking in spirit. Connecting with social reality, it is not difficult to find such a typical example.
What the old monk said in the article "How can you only know the truth but not the emptiness" can be described as a warning to the world. Virtual reality and reality.
Sometimes people pay too much attention to the boundary between "virtual" and "real", but live half-virtual and half-real. In fact, there is no boundary between them. Only when people fill the reality with emptiness in this trance-like space can this boundary be established naturally. Inscription: "There is a canal behind the house, and there is much silt in the canal." Father said, hanging his glasses on his nose.
"There are many people trapped there, including the elderly and children. They can't extricate themselves, some have only half a body, some have only arms, and some even have only a pair of eyes.
Where they broke up, there was blood, black blood, which matched the color of the mud. "My mother looked at me anxiously and said.
"Yes, there are many people there." I played with coins carelessly.
When it landed on the table, I tried to make it stand up, but every time I failed. I suddenly felt a tingling in my eardrum, and I knew my father was sighing again. Every time he does this, my ears swell up like a brown hat lying to me. I'm sorry I turn around and tell my father every night. I always wrap myself in a quilt, but I always laugh in the coffin, and even my nose and eyes are gone, leaving only one mouth, which makes me sweat. You can touch my quilt if you don't believe me. "
I pointed to the quilt hanging outside the window. There are swarms of ants on the quilt, devouring the quilt, which is stained with blood and dripping with black liquid.
I got up and looked at myself in the mirror, with red eyes and no mouth. There was a thin man with his eyes reading the newspaper at the back, but he put his red eyes on his glasses. Another man sat on the bed, counting his rather thin knuckles and changing their positions from time to time, when they were hooked into talons.
"I'm out." The man with glasses said that he put his eyes in his eyes.
I sat down again and picked up the coin. Suddenly, the man sitting on the bed said, "Your father had a ring and once fell into the mud ditch behind the house. In the dream, he always wanted to pick it up, but the earth wrapped the ring too tightly. Your father committed suicide and threw it into the mud ditch, and he was annoyed for 50 years. He is 45 years old this year, and he will never get it back in a few years. Therefore, his distress tormented him all day. "
For this reason, he has no blood now, and his blood vessels are full of mud. As she spoke, she went out and deliberately let the door clip off half her knuckles. Then she pushed the door in, picked up her knuckles and said, "You should have seen that damn mud ditch."
"Bang", the door closed again. I put down the coin, stood up, turned and walked to the mud canal, but there was nothing there, only smelly mud and tens of thousands of red nematodes, thousands of scorpions and a few mice.
I didn't see the man and the ring, and at this time, the mice began to attack me as a stranger with red eyes, so I had to hold my head and go home. Father was picking up my coins, but I didn't expect him to find my beloved coins.
I locked the drawer before putting the coins and keys in. "I had a hard time finding your coin. I found the key to this drawer in your mother's dream, but I didn't expect the coin to be hidden here. "
"I really want to throw away your coins. Every day, the sound of it rolling up and down annoys me. I almost hit my head against the wall. I hope I don't see this damn thing again. " He dropped the coin and was about to leave. I quickly stopped him and said, "I went to the mud ditch behind the house today, where there were hundreds of mice and many bugs." Some people say that these mice are there because there are many talents in the mud. They want to eat fresh human flesh, but I don't see your ring. "
"I always thought that losing my ring made me 40 years older. It seems that this is not the case. Today, I found myself 80 years older. That was the only mistake in my life. That ring is gold, with three skeletons and more than three flowers engraved on it, which was left by your grandfather. "
He said that and went out, but I knew he was still listening. "There were dozens of faces outside the window last night. They squeezed each other and surrounded our house. There are several holes in the window because of the nose.
I woke up this morning and found that the window was beyond repair and the ground was covered with earthworms. "┈ ┈ Mom appeared in front of me with her head down, and her head was covered with ants. I can see a shadow flashing in your room every night. I am afraid that something will be lost at home, so I fall asleep and dream. ┈┈ Looking up at the back of the house, her eyes were glowing red.
I finally know why her eyes and his eyes are red. It turns out that my mother and father are here.
2. How to write a 300-word virtual composition with reality, turn virtual into reality and abstract into concrete? How to do it specifically? From people's writing practice, we can know that the common methods are as follows: First, use metaphor to turn virtual into real.
If "sorrow" is also written, Du Fu's "sorrow stops in the south and the hole cannot be broken" describes that sorrow is as high as Mount Zhongnan, highlighting the weight of sorrow and the number of worries; Li Yu's "How many worries can there be, just like a river flowing eastward" turns the abstract "worry" into a concrete and sensible rolling river, which makes people memorable. Based on water, it highlights the breadth and depth of suffering; He Zhu "How much leisure? A cigarette in Sichuan, the wind in the city, and the yellow rain in plums ",uses three metaphors (metaphors) to compare sadness, highlighting that sadness is everywhere and endless, and the metaphor is novel and vivid, and at the same time it is really wonderful. Homesickness, written by the modern poet Mr. Yu Guangzhong, is a model of turning virtual into reality: "When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I was here and my mother was there.
When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket. I'm here and the bride is there. Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside.
Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there. "The poet used four images of stamps, tickets, graves and straits to describe homesickness in different periods of life, and described abstract and intangible homesickness as tangible and sensible entities, highlighting the characteristics of homesickness in different periods, which was very appropriate, very specific, very sensible and very ingenious.
This technique of turning the imaginary into the real by metaphor also exists in a large number of argumentative essays. For example, in 2005, Shaanxi examinee wrote the article "Four Seasons, Carving the Stone Monument of the Soul", at the beginning, the topic of "forgetting and memory" was visualized by metaphor: "If forgetting is the ice that disappears in spring, then memory is the peach blossom that burns its glory; If you forget that it is a colorful peach blossom petal in summer, remember that it is a lotus flower that reflects the sun in different colors; If you forget that it is a lotus without rain in autumn, remember that it is the Jin Ju of Ao Shuang branch; If you forget that it is a remnant chrysanthemum thinner than the west wind in winter, then remember that it is proud of the independence of snow, with a faint fragrance notice! " Its metaphor is very clever, vivid and has the characteristics of "forgetting and remembering". In addition, spring, summer, autumn and winter are interlocking and progressive, and the use of ancient poetry, such as salt dissolved in water, shows the author's good language literacy, which makes the article bright and colorful at the beginning.
This kind of writing can be said to be difficult to get high marks. The second is to turn the virtual into reality by anthropomorphism and imitation.
Let's take sorrow as an example. Li Qingzhao's "I'm afraid a grasshopper boat with two streams can't carry much sorrow" materialized "sorrow" and turned it into something that a boat can carry, so sorrow gained weight, even heavy enough to sink the boat. It can be seen how heavy the sorrow of the poetess is.
Another example is how time flies. Mr. Zhu Ziqing said: "When washing your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I was silent, I passed by my eyes. I realized that he was in a hurry. When I reached out to cover it, he passed by the covered hand again. When I was lying in bed in the dark, he passed me and flew away from my feet. "
Time is alive. It is in a hurry, moving forward non-stop, unmoved by human feelings, vividly telling people that time waits for no one and must be cherished. How specific! How vivid! The third is to use contrast and contrast to turn virtual into real.
In Tang poetry, the wind is powerful: the valley, filled with broken boulder like pecking measures, downward, upside down, with the wind. Even stones as big as buckets will be blown around by the wind. According to the common sense of life, it is not difficult to judge the severity of traffic jams on the northwest border.
There is such a poem in Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip: "The east boat is quiet, the west boat is quiet, and we see the white autumn moon entering the middle of the river." "Everyone at the banquet is listening and covering their faces ... who cries the most when sitting, this Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet. " It has a strong touching power to set off the superb charm of pipa women's playing art through the environmental atmosphere and character reaction.
Lao She's Under the Hot Sun and Rainstorm describes the hot weather. By writing that the treetops are motionless, there is no wind, mules and horses are panting, dogs are spitting long red tongues in the shade, Xiangzi is sweating like rain, his mouth is thirsty, and his chest is tight and stuffy, which truly shows the "hot" degree of the day. If you just write what the temperature is, it won't have such a good effect.
The fourth is to describe the scene, portray the details, and turn the abstraction into an image. For example, the sketch "Taste the Pain" (Liu Min): "Pain is that four people are crowded in a bed in summer, and there is no fan.
Pain is when you are thirsty at midnight, but you can't find water to drink. Pain is running down from the dormitory building with a kettle to fetch water. Just before the tap, my aunt quickly turned off the valve and the water was off work.
The pain is that the professor's class makes people sleepy, but he just sits in the front row. Pain is when the professor runs away after calling the roll before class, only to be told that the professor proudly called the roll before class.
Painfully, as soon as the monthly subsidy comes down, a pair of white eyes with excitement immediately light up around them. Pain is to entertain the public at the expense of their own image, but after they laugh, they solemnly call you obscene.
Pain is when someone I like says I'm a loser. The painful thing is that I got 59 points in CET-4.
Pain is when you go to dinner and find that no one likes fat meat more than yourself. Pain is what you are looking for, which is always in front of you and can never be caught.
So, sometimes hope is pain. Pain is watching yourself become mediocre, but there is nothing you can do.
But who knows, the pain may be when you happily pick up a hundred-dollar bill and find it is a counterfeit bill. Perhaps the pain is just the stomach of the poor in Afghanistan and the brain of the children who are out of school, just like God's tearful eyes. "
By describing some specific scenes and plots, especially some typical details, the author concretizes the intangible and abstract "pain" into scenes, plots and details. It is not difficult for readers to understand what "pain" is as long as they mobilize their own life experience a little. Another example is Alienation of Maturity (Selected Works of Zhang Feng, No.8, 2005), which shows this writing incisively and vividly: the word maturity seems simple, but if it is "learned", "knowledge" is great.
Maturity is hearing the voice in the leader's speech.
3. Write a virtual composition with reality.
Empty and ethereal, but it can make people happy; True and aboveboard, but some people find it hard to accept.
Unreal reverie, some can bring happiness, blind pursuit, and some can make people excited. So, what's the use? Reality cannot be distorted. Illusory reverie is like a dream. When you wake up from a dream and come back to reality. True and false, false and true, can never be reversed!
Just like some people in our class, they are idolized. Blush for the star you love. Unreal pursuit, stars, is it that important?
Face the reality! What can you get by pursuing blindly? Tasteless happiness? Were you happy then? Just your imagination!
As for the stars, I am very quiet inside, and I have no preference or prejudice for them. Stars are stars, seemingly reaching out, but actually higher than the sky.
It is better to read more books! I know these words are useless to you, but I still want to say, "Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for illness, and advice is good for action when it is not satisfactory!" "
"If you are not indifferent, you will have no ambition. If you are not quiet, you will be far away." Calm down and think about it. The time for arguing is not as good as reciting ancient poems, and the time for reading gossip is not as good as reading masterpieces.
"How thick the brick is, how thin the jade tile is." Face the reality!
Yes, the reality is so cruel that you can't face it. However, you must face it, not run away to fantasy with fear.
If falsehood and reality are truth, then reality is truth and falsehood is fallacy. If emptiness and reality are gods of heaven and earth, then reality is god and emptiness is the devil.
Reality makes you too scared to face it. Illusion makes you happy, so happy that you can't see the truth and lose your way. When you suddenly understand and feel the cruelty of reality, you immediately go to the so-called "Elysium". Reality sighs at you, because every time you meet it, you will panic, and before it sees your face clearly, you will even run away rolling and crawling. ...
4. Write an imaginary essay and composition of 800 words. I like Cui Cui Dunzhe Ling. I have always thought that the human subconscious is absolutely magical.
I don't know why, but I suddenly thought of a book the other day. It's the Border Town by Mr. Shen Congwen.
When I was a freshman, I learned the excerpts from Border Town. At that time, the teacher recommended: "It is best to read the whole text."
I believe that only when I subconsciously think of this, will I go to see it. After reading this book, I still believe that Miss Li is the best teacher to teach Border Town.
It makes sense for me to say so. At that time, the teacher described Cui Cui like this: "She is like a deer in the mountains.
"I said that Miss Li is the best teacher to teach this text. The reason is that Miss Li is a beautiful female college student who just graduated.
Her face is very similar to that of talented woman Zhang Ailing. Especially the eyes.
But her face is oval, longer than Zhang Ailing's. But it's not too cold, it's the kind of light and delicate feeling.
I still remember the first time she walked into the classroom. We were stunned.
All the boys and girls in the classroom suddenly screamed. She is wearing a dress similar to a cheongsam, and her slender figure is simply a seamless work of art.
Her cheeks are flushed and she can't cope with this situation. Even though she put her hand on her lips several times to signal silence, everyone was still not quiet.
She asked the girl in the front row, "Why are you doing this?" . The girl smiled: "The teacher is really beautiful."
"Finally, with the help of the monitor, everyone was quiet. Her classroom atmosphere is so good that even I, a student who doesn't ask questions, ask questions on purpose.
She was trapped in a class several times. Sometimes the same sentence will be repeated several times.
Continue to browse the course plan. I will never forget the embarrassment and nervousness.
It won't be better for a week. Talking about the border town, some students asked, "Why are you singing? What is reservation? Does the teacher have a boyfriend "and so on.
She replied with a red face. Especially when it comes to reserve, it seems that the words are poor.
I don't know how to describe it. A girl in front said, "Being reserved means being pinched by Niu Niu.
You feel very reserved now. Smile without showing your teeth.
"The girl said so, everyone is very happy. She has never scolded her students, and she is always gentle.
When the classroom atmosphere is too noisy and she can't help it. Just stand on the podium and don't talk.
Look at everyone and lower your head again. At this time, the monitor is always ahead.
When everyone was quiet, she said, "I won't talk about it if you quarrel." You guys stop fighting.
I told you. Ask questions and raise your hand one by one.
Ask without raising your hand, and don't answer. "Very lovely teacher.
There are more lovely things. For example, if you look directly at her, she will avoid your eyes.
Yeah, she's not much older than us. The two heroines in the text I studied left a deep impression on me.
One is Cui Cui, and the other is Ying Ning. In my opinion, Cui Cui is a symbol, a symbol of no solution.
But this unsolvable symbol must also appear in addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. I used to be Cui Cui.
Dare not chat with girls in the countryside, blush. Especially in the city.
So I graduated from primary school to high school without a female friend. When I was in high school, after learning this text, I was very curious about the final result of Cui Cui.
Until I finished watching it the other day. Only then did I know that Cui Cui had no result.
The result is an unknown wait. I am very dissatisfied, or I feel very sorry.
It seems that Tracy is my sister. I should give her a result.
So I thought about writing "Border Town" and giving Cui Cui a result. For example, parents will come back soon.
But now I don't want to write. I really think Mr. Shen Congwen is wise.
Cui Cui is Cui Cui after all, but the result brought by time is very realistic. Shen Congwen retained this reserve, and this budding beauty left readers with infinite reverie.
I naturally don't want to be a cruel person. Therefore, the idea of continuing to write "Border Town" was naturally quickly dismissed.
However, I asked myself this question: "Do you want to marry a girl like Cui Cui or a goddess of modern cities?" . "I am hesitating.
I think other men will hesitate. Or, "If I had money, I would marry Cui Cui.
If my economy is average, I will marry a beautiful city girl. After all, Cui Cui is a vase in this city.
Cui Cui can't be Cui Cui forever. "I compared Miss Li with my math teacher.
The math teacher is also a young female teacher, high flyers of Shaanxi Normal University. Teaching in our county.
I remember that when we didn't listen to the class properly, she would get emotional and angry. She said, "You are the happiest now.
When you go to college and leave the society, you will know what a great loss it is not to study hard today. "She also said," when you get to the society, then go to the class reunion.
You will have a deep understanding of the changes in relationships and people. You used to study well, but now.
That is not to say, no matter how powerful others are, they will take the initiative to leave and feel different from others. "Miss Li said," There are many libraries in the university.
There are many social groups in universities. Universities have topics like * * *.
"This is the difference between the two teachers. One just graduated and the other got married and had children.
If Miss Li is Cui Cui, the math teacher is Cui Cui. Qi Baishi is old and wants to marry a girl in her twenties. In her thirties, he thought she was too old.
Ha ha. This is a man's Cui Cui plot.
So I say Cui Cui is a symbol. The beauty of women should and must be diverse.
So I don't advocate Cui Cuimei. But if a woman is a combination of Cui Cui and goddess, then this woman must be a woman who can live well.
She kept the innocence of a girl, but lost her delicate incompetence. So should men.
Some people will say that Cui Cui is Cui Cui, because she lives in the border town. The beauty of Border Town can only be seen in Border Town.
I can't deny that the environment is human power. But people who are good at discovering beauty will never agree.
There are Liu Yuxi's Autumn Beauty, Ji Xianlin's Lotus Beauty, Kawabata Yasunari's Sleepless Flowers and so on. These are the best criticisms and educations for the impetuousness, meanness, blindness and meanness of the present.
I like Cui Cui. She is like a deer in the forest. Everyone likes her when they see her.
When she jumps, she is light and silent, and when she speaks, the water gurgles and naturally does not rot. Instead of living in the border town, let the border town live in our hearts.
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5. The relationship between real writing and virtual writing. Real writing is to directly describe the facts and positively express the characters, which can add realism and realism to the article; Virtual writing is an indirect rendering through feeling, imagination, contrast and foil. Its function is to leave enough imagination for readers and make the article more implicit.
Real writing and imaginary writing are often used in combination, which complement each other and achieve better results. People call it "the alternation of reality and reality" For example, Xin Qiji's: The childless gave Chen Tongfu Zhuang language to give him a drunken sword.
Give the roast beef to the men and the band will play northern songs. This is a military parade on the battlefield in autumn.
Luffy, made of a horse, ran as fast as lightning, but he forgot what was happening in the world and won a reputation before and after his death. Poor hair has become a white-haired man! The whole word is mainly composed of imaginary words, supplemented by real words, and expressed through imaginary dreams.