Hello, everyone. Starting today, let's study junior high school Chinese textbooks together.

The first text begins with two short articles. The book The Golden Hat, which we read first today, is both relaxed and interesting. My understanding is that the TOEFL textbook teacher is kind, so don't scare everyone yet. I hope it symbolizes the fun and relaxation of this semester.

My lesson preparation always starts with collecting information. Nowadays, being a teacher is a bit like being a detective. If you don't believe me, please see how I found Mr. Gao Feng, the author of the text.

None of my friends is Gao Feng, and I can't find him in the dictionary at hand. The reference materials I saw for preparing lessons lacked the introduction of the author of this article. Well, look for it online. "Blast" is a common word. When you use it as a keyword search, 37,900 results pop up unexpectedly, most of which are "high winds and bright festivals", which will not be read until next year. After all, I am an "old bug" who has been surfing the Internet for five years. After skillfully combining the key words, I found an article "The Book of the Old King of Chu" (written by Yu Kang) published in Yangzi Evening News all over the country, which was related to Gao Feng and us:

"An article by Lao Wang was once included in junior high school textbooks. We've been talking about this for years. Sometimes I let Lao Wang read it, but he says he doesn't know which article it is. What article is this? This has always been a mystery in our hearts. This time, Lao Wang finally found it and compiled it into a book called "Golden Hat". The innocence of man and nature has been beautifully presented in the casual brushstrokes of Lao Wang. In the book, I also read the story of Lao Wang writing this article, and I really feel that my long-cherished wish has come true. "

From this article that saved my life, I learned that Gao Feng is a man, surnamed Wang, who loves smoking, is honest and helpful, and is engaged in editing work. He once wrote in an introduction: "When you are an editor, you can only write in your spare time at work. ..... What makes me masturbate is that I wrote down my feelings about life, my understanding and my sincerity with a pen. I like prose because it is a style that can be freely expressed. ..... days are human rings. As far as writing is concerned, the day is given to others, and I only have the night. This year's rings can be said to be useless! "

With this lucky start, I can find the long article Jiangsu Literature and Art Annals from the website of Jiangsu Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and one of them is what I want:

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, Gao Feng (Wang Shao)' s representative essays include Collision of Memories, Highlights, Feelings of the Sea, Birthday of an Old Horse, Mountain Village, A Lake, Leaves of History, Ringless, and Smoke Calendar. "

Now there are three times more information and names. Soon, I traced him to the president of Jiangsu Newspaper Supplement Editors Association and the editor of Nanjing Xinhua Daily Supplement. Click the mouse to go in, and there are even photos, which can be enlarged. Hehe, it's really exciting. I saw the big silhouette of Mr. Gao Feng. He is absorbed in writing on a piece of material. He is not young, has no white hair, has a thin face and is very intellectual. This photo is a snapshot, natural and simple, without any sense of rigidity in posing. I looked at him, but he didn't look at me. He doesn't know how hard I tried to find him!

Then there was a dramatic effect: I found the award-winning catalogue of the twelfth supplement of Jiangsu Province in the "Jiangsu Supplement" column of the "New Communication" website, and Gao Feng's prose "Sun and Clouds" won the first prize. I was about to retire when I caught a glimpse of the three above his name, which turned out to be "Chencun". Ashamed, I also won an award for "To Meet Shi Tiesheng". Why hasn't anyone informed me yet? Thank god, thanks to the internet, Mr. Gao Feng and I have been together for a long time.

I sent an email to Wenyou in Nanjing, asking him to contact Mr. Gao Feng for me.

I write this because I hope that the lecture will start with a relaxed story, and I hope that everyone will join me in admiring the magic of the Internet. I bought several other cards online, and I can find hundreds of thousands of books online. When I am writing, I hang my computer on the Internet and manipulate it a little. Those quotations that need to be looked up will pop up on the screen in a moment. This kind of writing is not only labor, sometimes it is almost as little as playing video games.

Next, we began to read the text.

There should be no difficulty in reading this article. There are very few difficult words, and I don't talk about headaches. It writes all the way with cheerful rhythm and flexible writing. As we know, writing an article is also called "creation", which means that writing is different from others, with its own unique discovery and unique way of speaking. Just like your faces, how boring the world would be if they all looked like others! There is a special place in this passage. It describes a scene of daily life, but it uses the method of writing fairy tales. It spiritualizes everything, in other words, it writes them all as people, "personification". This so-called "technology" and "skill" sounds insensitive, but you will understand it by reading the text. Let's read the text.

At the beginning of the article In the sky, the wind blew a dark cloud. If it is written in this plain way, it is true, but that is another article. The author wrote, "A dark cloud sneaked in and the wind pushed it up the mountain." The dark cloud he wrote in this way is stealthy, and he is saving his heart to play practical jokes. And the wind, in collusion with the dark clouds, helped the dark clouds sneak over. The wind is strong, which can push others to climb mountains. Please pay attention to the word "climb". It turns out that people climb mountains, from low to high. Clouds are in the sky, often floating higher than mountains; Even if it hangs on the mountainside, it is often too lazy to climb the mountain. When clouds go up the mountain, the usual saying is "Dark clouds cover the mountain", which is written objectively, that is, what we see. Here, a "crawl" is used, which, like the previous verb "slip", has the feeling of initiative and exertion. Those two things (dark clouds and wind) have been decided. What does it decide to do? Why does it insist on playing tricks? My inference is simple. It comes from that "secret" Why do you have to do good deeds in secret?

Why does the dark cloud have to struggle to climb the mountain? I was going to the other side of the mountain. Presumably it has had enough fun here, so it is necessary to go there to play and care for each other, as we often do. In reading, our eyes move with the dark clouds. We have climbed the mountain, so we can see the scenery. Because the body moved from one side of the mountain to the other, the other side of the mountain became what the author described as "the other side of the mountain".

Seeing the scenery and this side of the mountain, we use an idiom to say "suddenly enlightened". The author described the scenery on this side of the mountain to us. Because this essay is mainly about narration rather than scenery, he stopped after writing a sentence, like painting a big freehand brushwork, splashing a beach of green, and hurriedly pointing to the teenagers in the green sea. All the scenery became the background of the boy. The boy only wears a pair of shorts, which is the minimum requirement of civilization for a person. Writing that he wears less is to make him closer to nature. What is closer to nature than skin in the sun? If he is allowed to wear school uniforms and jeans, the following article will be difficult to write.

The boy has something in his hand, not a badminton racket or a flag, but a branch. When you think of branches, it is easy to think of the teacher's pointer, which is bare and cold. The author let "the branches are covered with green leaves, which are as kind and soft as songs." This kind of green echoes the large area of green behind the boy. More importantly, the life on the branches echoes the life in the green ocean. The branches waved by the boy are alive and flowing, so they are compared with "folk songs". This metaphor is very good, novel and appropriate. We also saw this shot, but I can't remember it. What the author said. This is the old saying that "everyone has his heart, and everyone has nothing to say". The green "kindness" needs no explanation. That kind of "softness", I think, is because the vigorous life always evokes our soft feelings.

Originally, there was no author in this article, and the article pretended that the author was not there. The metaphor of this "ballad" makes the author appear. It wasn't the wind, the cloud, the boy, but the author. Strictly speaking, because the whole article is not written like this, I suddenly feel that there is something wrong with the author. But because this metaphor is really wonderful, I can't give up what I love, so I won't think about it until I appear.

Speaking of life, besides plants and boys, there is also a little goat. A goat is a sheep with a beard. Some people say it looks like an intellectual among sheep. As soon as the sheep comes out, the branches have practical uses and reasons to wave. It's not a beautiful prop added out of thin air. This is much better than some people grabbing something irrelevant temporarily to set off their own photos. The lamb is white, which not only gives us another color, but also infers that the owner of the lamb is diligent in taking care of it. At the moment, everything is calm. "The little goat is grazing leisurely on the ridge." If we have lived in the countryside or let sheep go, we can understand why the author uses the word "guardianship". Everyone who hasn't spared the sheep, please think about it. How can the little goat stay on the ridge without the care of the boy? Again, care about each other. Without a teacher, would you sit in your seats one by one? Jumping into the ground and having a big meal is definitely much more enjoyable than "chewing" grass on the ridge. Then, you might as well pick up a pencil and make a "chew" action. Chewing, is it a very hard but not natural and unrestrained action? It is often used to mean that animals (including people, of course) focus on a limited number of foods. From these small places, we can see that the author is careful and thoughtful, and his choice of words is very reasonable.

Reading this passage, we almost forgot about the wind and dark clouds. However, without their interruption, the "leisure" in front will not show its rarity. What we are talking about today is "peacetime", which is very different from what people say in wartime. Originally, tranquility should be, so should leisure, and its existence is often forgotten in life. It was not until we lost it that we noticed the tranquility and leisure. For example, we usually don't think we have two ears. Once bitten by a mosquito, we will always be aware of it. If champion Tai Sen unfortunately bit off half of it, it would be even more memorable. For example, in movies, a very warm scene is often used before bad things come, and sometimes sentimental music is added to make the audience feel more painful in the back. Of course, it's not as serious as the article says, but in contrast, it's the same as movies and our ears.

"The wind is coming!" This kind of cry appears repeatedly in the article. It used to be a silent film, but now it is vivid. In fact, this call has also created a sense of urgency.

Rain is preceded by wind, especially showers and heavy rains. At this time, the wind was still dry, and it seemed harmless. The boy didn't panic and smiled. A little careless, I turned over the leaves of the crops and blew the wool of the lambs everywhere. I ask you to pay attention to lamb hair again. Why is it "combed in a mess"? In one case, the wind blows wildly, such as a whirlwind. But watching the wind sneak up from the other side of the mountain and chase the boy below shows that it is not a whirlwind spinning in place. So it can only be another situation: the wind has not changed, and the sheep have moved. The sheep turned the direction, so the hair was smooth and messy. Let's think about it again, which also means that when the boy is silly and happy, the sheep is more sensitive than him, and it is already uneasy, and it is no longer the leisurely state just now.

The rain has finally come. If there is no rain, the wind can't create any chaos. It seems that it has self-knowledge, so it is willing to push the dark clouds to climb the mountain. At this moment, the dark clouds turn to rain (scientifically speaking, the small water droplets and ice crystals in cumulonimbus clouds increase in size with the development of the clouds, and the updraft can't hold back and finally fall to the earth). Once again, the author used anthropomorphic words. Chen said, "Dark clouds can't bear the sun.". With this way of writing, the dark clouds seem very wronged and can push the "guilt" clean.

When I was a child, I guessed a riddle: a thousand lines, ten thousand lines, fell into the water and disappeared. This line is the "thick and bright line" mentioned in the article. It has fallen into the water, but it is still in the sky, so it can not only be seen, but also be counted. Such thick and bright lines can only be a rainstorm in summer. It is formed by the melting of larger ice crystals in the process of falling.

Once again, the author wrote "The wind is coming". Because of the courage of the rain, the wind began to do mischief. It is no longer satisfied with turning the leaves and messing up the wool, but like a drunkard holding a tree and shaking all the sounds. We know that typhoons in coastal areas often destroy houses and uproot trees. This is also a fact. But this is not what our text wants. What the author wants to render is not the disaster and horror, but the ink-and-wash Odano scene. Then, let the tree shake a few times and make a few noises, which is enough.

Shout "rain is coming" again and aim at the boy. At this moment, the boy stopped laughing and ran away without shoes. He should be running with the wind, running very fast, accompanied by that kind of "crack"

The author called the wind and rain together this time. If it's just called "the wind is coming! Rain is coming! " Although even the wind and rain have appeared, there are some repetitions. The author skillfully changed a line and shouted "Sister is coming with a hat!" " "Until then, the second person appeared in the picture, and the hat written in the title of the text finally came out. When I say smart line breaking, I think that if I write on the same line, I won't have that sudden and unexpected feeling. Chased by the wind and rain, I looked up and saw my sister and Dai Li. How nice it feels!

Although there is no blank line here, the story above and the story below can still be divided into two parts. There are jumps and pauses in between. The author omitted how his brother met his sister and how he met her later. Like a blank in a painting. The author used the pen in the most brilliant place. When we write our own articles, we can also learn this skill of not writing too much.

"It rained just in time for washing hats." As I said before, the rain is chasing the boy. It wants to bathe the boy. This sentence, from the plot, indirectly means that the boy is hiding under the hat, and emotionally, it means a little teasing and ridicule. Listen, you chased it for nothing.

The wind still won't give up, still blowing. It depends on what's under the hat.

The author once again showed his intelligence. He didn't write immediately under his hat, but from the outside. The cocked braid is always a girl's, so the arm holding the goat there is a boy's. In a small house made of hats (I think the shed may be more like it, because it is empty, just showing braids and limbs, and the walls of the house are tight. The author may emphasize the sense of stability), and the brother and sister sit comfortably. The author did not forget to add another interesting note. The children's toes are still moving proudly. Is the whole picture vivid?

In this regard, the author noticed in another article: "In fact, children in rural areas used to be barefoot for half a year, and their toes were very energetic and naughty. Some children practice as flexibly as their hands. "

By the way, "toe" is better written as "toe". "Finger", in most cases "finger"; There are occasional references in ancient books. Toe is pronounced the same as finger and can refer to a foot (such as a toe) or a toe. Group words: toes, cocky. This is also a complicated place for human beings. Animals have equal limbs and all use "toes". Since we can't write "fingers" as "toes" equally, since human hands are so important that it is not easy to evolve to today, we might as well let them enjoy privileges. (I later looked up Gao Feng's book, which read "Toes". )

After the picture, the author writes the voice. He can always "vividly", so that the article has more descriptive means and more changes.

This paragraph needs no explanation. You are all so clever that you can understand at a glance. It's a happy atmosphere anyway. This boy was going to laugh, but unfortunately he can't laugh (it is said that only people in animals can laugh), so he can only baa twice. Little brother can play a little trick in front of his sister, so he "cheats when he takes advantage" and says "What a pity". A sister can beat her brother in front of him. We only heard one blow, that is to say, my brother didn't strike back. He probably felt that since he was talkative, he deserved to be beaten by his sister. It was the wind that blew the hat, and now it's laughter. Because I was happy in my heart, Yu Si wrote "silver line", which was just in contrast with the gold hat, one gold and one silver.

The last paragraph naturally ended the story. From listening to the laughter of brothers and sisters at close range to watching from a distance. The rainstorm turned into a "solar rain", which fell from east to west.

The advantage of this article is naturalness. Those pictures and scenes are well-made, with a lot of embellishment (this is a dangerous way of writing, and it is easy to become artificial), and the author still writes smoothly and moving in one go. The laughter at the end of the article comes from the heart and is pleasant.

This text is finished. Finally, my question is, if I revise the last paragraph, delete the author's two praises and change it to "from a distance, the hat looks like a big mushroom." The sun shines on it and the rain moistens it. "What do you think is the difference?

There is also a small place to joke:

The younger brother asked his younger sister, how did you know it was raining? My sister's answer is, "that dark cloud passed by our window and I saw its shadow." We analyze a phone call with the mentality of playing games, just like the "detection" at the beginning of my article.

Where is their home?

Dark clouds are coming from the other side of the mountain. The wind and rain chase my brother, and my brother also runs with the wind. This is chasing. Dai Li's elder sister should appear in front of her younger brother, not chasing him behind her back. If arranged from left to right, it is: mountain, rain, brother and sheep, sister, home. This kind of meeting, my sister and rainstorm left and right, is more interesting than who arrived at the boy first. From the word "belt", we can also see that "my sister is coming with a hat", because the rainstorm didn't even catch up with my brother, so my sister doesn't have to "bring a hat".

But if their orientation is really what I said, where is their home? The wind can blow first, so how can the dark clouds pass by that window first? Are dark clouds hovering around the mountain? Of course, it doesn't matter if you look at it loosely and understand it as an elder sister playing with her younger brother.

I pay attention to these directions, because more than 20 years ago, when a periodical editor revised my novel, he changed the direction of a stone bridge in the wrong direction, so that a person who left the village actually went back. He changed my other place, so it's hard for me to argue with him. I don't necessarily have the same artistic vision, but he changed a wrong position and a certificate is obvious.

Another time, I read a novel written by a friend in Shanghai in recent years, which contains a lot of things about the southeast and northwest, but I can't understand it at all. I have to ask her, where did the girl in your book come to Shanghai? She told me. I paused, and suddenly understood: it turned out that she didn't know how to go up, down, south, left, west, right and east, and turned things upside down. Many years later, people studied her works and thought that the author had any profound meaning.

Finally, with the help of my friends, I found Mr. Gao Feng. We spoke on the phone, and he kindly gave me a volume of the famous book "Tree rings seem to have no rings" and wrote me a resume. Interestingly, he turned out to be the father of an editor friend I have known for many years. If I had known this, I would have gone straight to his daughter.

This text was written in 1985. In the article "A Text", Mr. Gao Feng described the origin of his writing "Our Text". 1979 In May, in order to create Song of the Yangtze River, he and his companions traveled along the Yangtze River. In Baidicheng (the place where Liu Bei died in the classic novel Romance of the Three Kingdoms), he was stabbed in the foot, and instead of visiting with the team, he stayed alone in the farmland outside Bai Di Temple to "purify his mind with landscape".

"On the hillside, there is a little boy of seven or eight years old, holding a branch and grazing three or five goats. Goats are lovely animals. When I was young, I regretted not raising goats myself. That boy, wearing a shirt and showing his belly, pretends to be prudent when he meets strangers, just like my childhood partner. Suddenly, a cloud floated in the blue sky, and a gust of wind blew from nowhere, which overturned the big-leaf crops on the hillside and scattered heavy rain spots. I know that although the momentum is strong, it will soon pass. Look at the boy again, he has nothing to do, his face is leaning back to bear the scratching rain, and he seems to be welcoming joy. This raindrop hurts when it hits the skin. I felt the same way when I was there, but I couldn't enjoy it like him because of etiquette. But this situation coincides with the reality I remember. When I was a child in the countryside, there were many scenes about rain, goats and sisters. Looking back for decades, I still remember it vividly. I can really feel that without a hat, my hair sticks to my forehead, my clothes are soaked, cool and comfortable. ..... which makes me very excited. But it didn't mature until several years later. I can't remember any opportunity for me to combine the sun, wind, heavy rain, fields, big golden hats and the feelings of my brothers and sisters, and strive to refine the innocence of people and nature. "

We know from Mr. Gao Feng's words that writing needs an opportunity, saying, "Sesame, open the door!" " "When Shimen explodes, the sleeping past experiences will suddenly wake up, overlap with the things in front of you, and merge in your mind, thus condensing into vivid words.

& lt who are you >

Gao Feng, whose real name is Wang Shao, was born in 1930. 10.30. 1949 Joined the China People's Liberation Army before the Battle of Crossing the River. He worked in the PLA headquarters in Beijing and went to North Korea as a volunteer. He joined the army for ten years, transferred from 65438 to 0958 Nanjing, and worked as a literary editor in Xinhua Daily for nearly forty years. Write poetry and prose in my spare time.

2002.8.8

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Big golden hat (Author: Gao Feng)

_ _ _ _ In the clean blue sky, a dark cloud sneaked in and the wind pushed it up the mountain. On this side of the mountain, the crops in the terraced fields are like rolling waves in the green sea. A boy wearing only a pair of shorts is waving a branch, which is covered with green leaves and is as kind and soft as a ballad. He looks after a white goat, which is grazing leisurely on the ridge of the field.

_ _ _ _ The wind is coming!

_ _ _ _ The leaves of the crops were turned upside down, and patches of grayish green flashed. The goat's hair was combed in a mess. The sweat on the little boy's face dried up and he put on a naughty smile.

_ _ _ _ The rain is coming!

_ _ _ _ The dark clouds were unbearable by the sun and became tighter and tighter, so it rained.

_ _ _ _ That thick and bright line seems very clear.

_ _ _ _ The wind is coming!

_ _ _ _ It hugs every tree it meets and shakes it hard until the leaves creak.

_ _ _ _ The rain is coming!

_ _ _ _ It ran to the little boy. The little boy must be in a hurry. He didn't even wear shoes and ran barefoot in the cake.

_ _ _ _ The wind is coming! It is raining!

_ _ _ _ Sister is coming with a hat!

_ _ _ _ Rain, just in time to wash the hat.

_ _ _ _ Feng, I always want to open my hat and see what's below.

_ _ _ _ Under the golden top hat: Here, a cocked braid is exposed; Over there, there is a round arm holding a little goat. In a temporary house made of hats, brother and sister are sitting, letting the rain wash their four bare feet side by side, and their toes are still moving proudly. Under the golden hat, there is still a smile, which covers up the occasional clatter of the little goat and the laughter of his sister and brother:

_ _ _ _-Sister, how did you know it was raining?

_ _ _ _ That dark cloud passed our window and I saw its shadow.

_ _ _ _-Sister, how did you know the wind was coming?

_ _ _ _ The bamboo forest behind our house told me.

_ _ _ _-Sister, if you don't send a hat, even if it's a little late, I'll take a shower. unfortunately ...

_ _ _ _ Pa (playing with one hand and the other).

_ _ _ _-Hee hee.

_ _ _ _-A giggle (1) rushed out of the rain curtain woven with silver thread, and the laughter overturned the golden hat.

From a distance, the hat looks like a big mushroom. It's so beautiful. The sun shines on it and the rain moistens it. It's so alive.

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