Prose composition 1 communication and prose
Recently, a netizen criticized one of my essays because the end of my essay involves discussion, saying narrative is the most taboo, and narrative is not allowed in argumentative essays. I don't know how I scribbled. If I give him (her) a score, it's a failure. I think this netizen must be a composition teacher in primary school. He (she) is putting my work and the composition of the students he (she) teaches in the right place. It seems that it started with a composition, so the work is "four unlike".
If you stand in his (her) point of view, this sentence is right. This reminds me of my school days, primary school Chinese and composition. I remember there are three genres, one is narrative, the other is argumentative and the other is expository. When I got to middle school, I got to know more about style, and began to contact novels, essays, stories, poems, newsletters, close-ups, and of course essays, essays, reportage, dramas, etc. This is probably our understanding of the gradual upgrading of the genre of articles in our student days.
Going to college should be more specific, because the major is different, so the statement is different. In the liberal arts department, literature is aimed at literary creation, while the journalism department trains journalists and other journalists. As a result, the Chu River and the Han Dynasty are distinct, and their views on style are also inconsistent.
Remember to study Wei Wei's prose "Who is the cutest person" and "Young people make your youth more beautiful". The teacher said that the genre of this article is communication. Probably at that time, Wei Wei's identity was just a war correspondent, belonging to a journalist, not a writer, so this genre was called communication. By the time I met prose writers, Wei Wei, Yang Shuo and Liu were all first-class contemporary prose masters, and these two articles by Wei Wei were defined as prose classics.
What I want to say here is the difference between communication and prose. I don't know if my shallow understanding is correct. It is true that journalists and essayists are two different professional concepts. Two opinions will still be a bit of a collision. Journalists run newspapers and engage in news, pay attention to truth, and inspire and touch people with the spirit of real people and things. Prose writers, on the other hand, impress people through the color of words and literary images, so that you can be inspired and moved by his works. So communication writing is mostly done by journalists who engage in news. Of course, prose writers should be required to write short messages, or they can write short messages, mainly to limit the reporting of real people and things, such as people's short messages. Prose writers are romantic and free. He doesn't necessarily use his real name to describe a person in his article. The characters in his works are only literary images. He can concentrate the advantages of several people on one person. He can describe a person very personally and form a person with stories. So people who are familiar with the writer will put the writer's works in the right place, but it is a bit vague, saying that the people in his works are like Zhang San and Li Si.
In fact, people's communication should also carefully depict characters, but it is inseparable from the real image of specific characters. People's newsletters can be published on news pages, but prose is different. He can't be a VIP guest, but can only be published in the supplement, which is a literary work. So what journalists and essayists write is easy to collapse. Since it is literature, we should pay attention to literary talent, but journalists sometimes think that writers are dishonest and will engage in literary fiction. But each has its own reasons.
Working at the grassroots level and providing written services for the administration, sometimes literature is not enough. I remember I met a party secretary. At that time, the party Committee had no secretary and asked me to write a report for him. I studied literature, so I made a list of literary thoughts he wanted to talk about, and promoted them from the simple to the deep, but I was severely criticized by him. This thing is neither sour nor salty. Later, the party secretary held a different view. He thinks my writing route is very good, I speak fluently and slowly, and I analyze some things thoroughly. As a speaker, I also look very cultured. This is called radish cabbage. It turns out that I have two literary friends who are secretaries of township committees, one in Lianshui County and the other in Huaiyin District. I'm joking with them, so I should be your secretary. They say well that when you are our secretary, you will be very free. We never want to write our own speeches, so we can draw our own pictures. That's true. People who are diligent in writing, why do they want to find someone else to start work? People's ideas are always different from their own, and they are free to write whatever they say.
Probably, the endless coping with official document writing in those years has seriously affected the expansion of my creative thinking, confined to the strange circle of official document writing, and also dampened the enthusiasm of amateur literature creation, so I haven't produced a good prose work for so many years. In fact, the pen is not idle, and everything written is a temporary effect. In order to serve the current situation and politics, although newspapers often publish some news reports and news of tofu blocks, it is of little value to take them out now. Always feel sorry for yourself and waste your literary youth. It's too late to realize this. Even now, if you go back to your old job, you will still feel overwhelmed. Because of the influence of that kind of political writing, you appear cautious, not open-minded, quick-thinking and poor literary accomplishment. If the influence is a little more prominent, it will be difficult to write a good work.
Nowadays, online literature is popular, and I often participate in communication with my friends. However, online literature is not a writer's literature after all, and the bottom line of literature is still low. But I can explore its deep level from the perspective of refraction and perspective, so I am not surprised to meet some beginners' censure. I don't need to argue with them, but one thing is to make clear the relationship between news writing and prose creation, not blindly accept the direction of news writing, stay away from communication and news as far as possible, study hard on my own local literature and folk literature, determine the direction, and strive to achieve better results in my lifetime, and become the third generation of local literature writers of "Lotus Lake" or "Yam Egg" school.
Before the summer vacation, I heard from Wang Lin that there was a game called Arabian Nights on the campus network. I didn't want to play at first, but something happened a few days later, which made me have to play. ...
That was the first time I played gobbledygook. I am only familiar with the attributes of maps and people, and I have not upgraded.
What happened during the summer vacation. Because I was tired of playing with questions before. This kind of red tape is almost a replica of the problem. That night, I went to the department store to read a book, where I met Sean and we chatted. He said that he had reached the level of 14. I told him that the game was not fun at all. I haven't played at all and I haven't been promoted.
The next day, I went to Wang Xinlei to study. He told me that Sean went to see him after he came back from the department store yesterday. He arrogantly said that he was very good at playing gobbledygook, but I didn't have his' level' to say that the game was not fun. Hearing this, I couldn't help flying into a rage. Sean dare to be so proud, playing such a small game, a few levels more than me, so carried away. Ok, I play, too. Let's see who can beat who. When I got home, I immediately entered the anecdote of the heavenly book. Crazy freak, doing tasks, upgrading. In less than an hour, I have been promoted to level 20. Haha, see if you are still proud, how dare you be arrogant Next time I meet you in a gobbledygook, I'll take care of you. For the next few days, I have been playing gobbledygook crazily. Now, I'm at level 66. I saw Sean again a few days ago. It's really "enemies meet and hate each other late." It's not your turn to be proud this time. You're only level 26. I can clean it up for you as easy as blowing off dust. I gave him a beating, and I was relieved.
Books are the ladder of human progress. Gorky
I love books, because reading seems to be a dialogue with noble people, and I have benefited a lot from it. I admire celebrities' rigorous logic and delicate emotions. In their works, I feel their spiritual world, either happy or sad. Reading and reading, I feel as if I have become a writer's blood, flowing rapidly and running through every corner, and those words seem to have become cells, swimming in my blood. I like this feeling, which can be said to be infatuation, and what impressed me the most is Zhou. In his world, I am deeply addicted.
pessimistic
Zhou's prose is extremely delicate and full of philosophy. But in real life, fate seems unfair to him. Shortly after his daughter was born, she began to babble and then died. In order to express his grief, his regret, his love and blessing for his daughter, he wrote a memoir. We can imagine how Zhou felt when she could do nothing about her daughter who was lying in a hospital bed and could only shout "pain". "The heart is not a stone without feeling", and most people are close to collapse, not to mention his subtle psychology. How big a stir will there be in his heart? How hard will he suffer in the face of his loved ones? I don't know if I am qualified, but I want to say "I understand".
stubborn
In his prose, I learned a lot of truth and philosophy, and many of his works are urging everyone to have a persistent spirit of life. He said that pessimism is only temporary, and life should always be adhered to. Perseverance will save pessimism. Perseverance plays an important role in life, which determines whether people have the opportunity to realize the value of life. Life needs persistence, yes, any life needs persistence. Perseverance is the most basic factor of success. He said that pessimism is a wrong way. A person's hard-thinking life is nothing. It is still the same thing to think about it all his life, but he has lost the fun of life. But he also said that you can't be persistent, which will get farther and farther away from wisdom. At that time, I didn't understand.
unconventional
I didn't understand what he said, but I did. A person can't be persistent, which will lead to pessimism. The more pessimistic you are, the less lasting you will be. What should I do? He said that he would split himself into two parts, one for his persistence and despair; The other is reality, let the reality live, let the pursuit persist, get rid of everything and become selfless.
Pessimism, persistence and detachment will always exist. That is Zhou Xin's. In his world, I am deeply addicted.
When spring is no longer full of vitality and summer is no longer warm, autumn comes to us like a young woman in childbirth.
Walking into autumn, savoring the taste of autumn, with a little warmth, free and easy, elegant in calmness. The sky in autumn is blue and high, and the artistic conception in autumn is full and mature. Her attractive taste is overwhelming, and the refreshing fragrance is melodious and quiet.
Mature and beautiful autumn is a seasonal poem; Taste the fallen leaves and know the autumn rhyme, and enjoy the indifference of dancing with yellow leaves. Listen to Qiu Chan's crooning, enjoy the gentle whispering of autumn insects, step into the golden fields and feel the charm of nature.
Autumn rain is not as rampant as summer rain. Drifting drizzle is sprinkled on people's faces, making them feel cool and indifferent, making wandering hearts feel intertwined, making thoughts like floc, like lingering fog, floating to the clouds with the cool wind.
Looking at the clear stream, admiring the yellow leaves drifting with the flowing water, and listening to the whisper of autumn water, it seems to bid farewell to the white clouds and the hot summer, shaking hands with the blue sky, and the ethereal Qiu Si faintly washes away the dust of the soul, which is refreshing.
Look at the autumn leaves. Look at those tall and straight trees. They bid farewell to the once bright colors. In their short and gorgeous life, they danced all over the sky in the autumn wind without regrets, and they were reluctant to part with their only beauty with the season. Say goodbye to green.
In autumn, enjoy the graceful blooming of chrysanthemum, smell the fragrance of osmanthus, feel the warmth and beauty of begonia, admire the chastity of Chinese rose, embrace the wealth and dignity of camellia, and feel the straightness and ethereal of bamboo.
When the fatigue of the day is eliminated by the autumn wind, it is also a very pleasant thing to move a bamboo stool and sit under the stars. The bright moon shed silver-gray light without stint, and the stars blinked her bright eyes. The sky on the blue plateau is like a handful of pearls, full of blue sky. Being in such a beautiful scenery makes people have infinite reverie.
Walking on the golden leaves all over the ground, bathed in the refreshing wind, my thin clothes swayed with the wind, watching the autumn sunset dye my wings red, listening to the sound of the shepherd boy piccolo flying vertically, singing the cricket in the autumn night, and watching Yin Hui with the bright moon sprinkled into the blue sky.
Stepping in Yuan Ye in autumn, listening to the trickle of the stream, feeling the coolness of the autumn wind, blowing up the beauty of autumn, dancing with my thoughts in the autumn wind, getting high. ...
Enter Yuan Ye in autumn, see wild golden fruits, taste the fragrance of fruits in the garden and feel the joy of harvest. In the harvest season, golden rice fields are wine brewed by sweat, golden soybeans and sorghum are full of joy of working people, and Man Cang is a gift from golden autumn. The red fruit is ripe and full, which makes the joy flow.
Walk into autumn, feel cool and taste the charm of autumn maturity. After dinner, I held a scroll in my hand and read the words about autumn carefully. What is fresh and elegant is that there are bursts of rich fruit fragrance in the poem; The taste of hard work and harvest is incisive in the golden autumn season; Our expectation for autumn explains the heavy eternity.
In our life, seasons are like a cloud and a breeze. We should praise the vigor of spring and the enthusiasm of summer. On the road of our life, we need spring rain to mature and autumn rain to harvest, which is also the most brilliant and proud season in our life.
The fifth essay, Morning, was written by Wu Boxiao, a famous modern essayist in China. I was deeply moved after reading it. Mr. Lu Xun was very studious since he was a child. Occasionally, Lu Xun's father is ill in bed. Lu Xun was as busy as a bee when he was studying at school and helping with housework. Running between pawn shops and pharmacies every day. One morning, Lu Xun was late for school Mr. Shou Jason Wu, who is known for his integrity and his words and deeds, said sternly, "It's early in the future." Lu Xun returned to his seat and carved the word "early" on his desk. Since then, he has never been late for school.
Mr. Lu Xun is a good example for us to learn. "Everything is very early in time." This sentence is deeply imprinted in my mind and heavily engraved in my heart.
In real life, I am far from Mr. Lu Xun when I was a child! I have the problem of being lazy in bed, which is ok at ordinary times, but I can't go to bed until twelve o'clock on Sunday and do my homework on Saturday afternoon. Every time my mother asks me to do something, I always put it off and say "wait a minute, wait a minute"
I remember once, as soon as I went home to watch TV, I threw my schoolbag on the bed and immediately rushed to the TV and watched it with relish. After a while, I thought that my homework had not been finished, and I thought it was still early! Write it later! Because that's how I put it off. Early the next morning. I was trying to catch up on my homework there, and my dad came over and asked me what was going on. I told him all the reasons. He was angry and beat me up.
"Always early, everything is early." I should study as hard as Mr. Lu Xun.
Essay Composition Part VI: Reflections on Prose Reading
Seeing the name mountain view, my thinking habit brought me into a temple on the hillside, and a picture of a pale, taciturn nun in a blue robe and a heavy heart appeared in front of me. Although the first sentence of the article tells me that this is the name of a small mountain village, I still can't see that this is a paradise.
"So quiet, hiding in the green, hiding in the jungle, she lives her life quietly, very good, very good." You said the beauty gave up the world of mortals. You said it was a real woman in the world. Why do I feel like a nun? The world is noisy, the world is rolling, and the world is so lively. The creature didn't boil for it, but she remained silent where no one was.
I don't know whether the world forgot her or whether she abandoned the world. The nuns who entered the temple were not forced to help; The nun smiled brightly when she saw the tourists around her, but she was not hurt inside.
"This is a quiet and peaceful paradise, surrounded by mountains, protected by deep ditches, away from the crowd. The village is small, the population is small, the products are rich, and it is quiet and peaceful. " This place, for people in the hustle and bustle of the city, it is ok to come here occasionally to calm down the following mood; For long-distance travelers, it is also good to have a rest here and relieve fatigue.
Really, is this a place that people yearn for forever? No. Will this change Mountain View forever? No. I think of another nun. When people see a nun's serene expression and think of their tired heart, they might as well be a nun. However, how many people can really make up their minds to cut their hair, and how many people can be lonely in isolated temples all the year round?
Every time I see a nun, I always feel that although she is very quiet, she is by no means quiet. She is looking forward to one day walking out of a nun and dancing her sleeves in the world of mortals.
Mountain view is not a nun. Mountain view is a small mountain village.