However, the people of China who seek wealth from nature and race against time will not let it sleep late! 650 million people agreed to wake it up with all kinds of loud noises and earth-shattering actions. It snows heavily.
The north wind blows bones and raises the sharp sand on the earth ... We are carrying eternal spring in our hearts, and we are rushing to every corner of the motherland to wake up spring in the season. We created spring in the mine, in the furnace, in the salt field, on the spinning machine, on the railway in the desert, on the raging sea, on the bright red lips and in the waving pen.
In spring, I rubbed my eyes and sat up with a surprised smile on my face: "For tens of thousands of years, I have slept enough. In winter, I flew out of the hole, touched you with the color of green grass, the unfrozen river water and the colorful fragrant flowers ... Now everything is upside down, great, you people who are building socialism!" Spring, driving the whistling spring breeze, picked up the unfurled banner of spring and flew high.
With the rushing sound of spring banners, everything on the earth wakes up. Kunlun Mountain, a continuous mountain peak, carries towering ice and snow and inserts into the sky.
Hot spring air around it, warm it, it smiled and stretched, shook off its snow coat and melted it; Hundreds of millions of ice beads loose into a torrent, laughing loudly, jumping off the towering cliff and rushing down. It flows into the Yellow River, into the Yangtze River, and into the silver mesh river.
There, hundreds of millions of worried men, women and children, wrapped in their heads or wearing overalls, greeted them with smiles and took them to shallow reservoirs, canals and thirsty land. Thousands of rumbling plows and hundreds of millions of hoes waving silver light up and down have liberated this boundless land from the cold in winter.
It opened its black chest and gasped, waiting for its food. Hundreds of millions of tons of fertilizer: collected from pigsty, cowshed, boiler in factory, corner of other people's house ... transported batch after batch of goods.
The earth wolfed down the food, wiped the sweat dripping from the corners of her mouth and her face, stood up, and stretched out her strong arms to hug Qian Qian's ten million fat children, holding them tightly in her arms. These are children of rice, children of wheat, children of cotton flowers ... laughing and crying, they are crowded in this soft and deep chest. The smell of earth made them a little dizzy. They kept shaking each other and shouting, "Brothers and sisters, it's too crowded here. Let me go out and evacuate! " Vaguely, they heard the sound of spring flags flying in the sky; From thousands of tiny skylights, they saw the golden misty spring sunshine.
How high they jumped for joy! They continued to drill upward and finally drilled deep soil. They stopped, took a deep breath of the fragrance of spring joy, and slowly spread their green wings.
Leaning over them, watching them with loving eyes, there are big girls who are wrapped in cloth headscarves and laugh at dimples, young men who are beaming in overalls, and old men who are pointing and boasting with pipe bags ... It turns out that they are impatient! Spring saw all this in the sky. He smiled and said to himself, "These people who have been here for twenty years are in a hurry, and time is almost catching up with you!" ..... "Spring flies fast on the banner of spring and goes its own way in the clouds.
We don't have time to care which mountain, plain or ocean he goes to do his work! Anyway, we have woken up in spring.
Regarding the composition written by Bing Xin, I stopped, closed my eyes, relaxed, inhaled and exhaled. I just feel like I'm in a fairyland, and a delicate fragrance jumps into my heart. When I open my eyes, I only feel a vast expanse of green, which is intoxicating, heartbreaking, fascinating and intoxicating.
I always felt that something was touching my ankle, so I squatted down, lowered my head, carefully searched for this "culprit" and suddenly found that you were just a grass. In the breeze, you keep shaking your unstable posture, and your "legs" stand tightly in the soil. Your thin body must have experienced many hardships! Looking at you, looking at you, I seem to see your persistence and patience in the storm. I seem to see your persistence in the hot sun. I couldn't help but pick you up and suddenly saw a small drop of water on you. I close my eyes and seem to see your heart. You and I have telepathy. This must be your tears. No, no, you are a strong man. Strong people will run in tears.
3. Write a short essay of 150 words according to Bing Xin's poem. I carefully read a poem written by grandma Bing Xin last night. The content of the poem is very concise, but it makes my heart restless for a long time: the flower of success, people only admire her present glory!
However, from the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle and blood rain of sacrifice.
This morning, this poem still echoed in my ears. As soon as I got up, I picked up a pen and wrote this comment.
Yes! When all life is born in this world, it will not be famous at once, but just like ordinary people, there are no crowded people, no dazzling lights and no colorful flowers. They all succeed through unremitting efforts the day after tomorrow and become professionals or great men. Who knows how much effort and sweat they have hidden behind the glamorous? As the saying goes, one minute on stage, ten years off stage.
For example, Edison's childhood is just like the ugly duckling written by Grandpa Andersen, just like the bud that hasn't bloomed in Grandma Bing Xin's pen. It's not attractive at all Edison only studied for three months, and during these three months, he was not an excellent student and his grades were poor. But after he left school, he studied hard and studied hard with great perseverance. Edison stayed up all night trying to find a material that can be used as a filament. 40,000 words of information were extracted, and 1600 kinds of minerals and 600 kinds of plants were experimented. Finally, he made the electric light shine at the same time with himself, becoming a scientific giant that attracted worldwide attention, and later a white swan, a flower that people like-a successful flower!
Grandma Bing Xin's flower of success refers to ordinary people who have made achievements through hard work and unremitting efforts. Actually, everyone can do it. As long as you are willing to work hard and stick to the end, the Queen of Victory will smile at you! But what's the difference between bystanders who can only think but can't practice and lazy people? An ideal motto is well said: the name of the bystander will never climb on the scoreboard! Come on! Persistence is victory! That's right-believe in yourself and you will succeed!
4. Read a poem by Bing Xin and write a composition and send it to Indian philosopher Tagore as required.
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Tagore! Beautiful and solemn entanglement! When I crossed a line of "infinite life"-life.
By then, you have crossed this line and given mankind unlimited light.
It's just that I didn't know you existed in this world-
Last year, on a bleak autumn night with few moon stars, a book inadvertently introduced you to me, and I
After reading your biography and poems-I don't think about it in my heart, but I deeply feel that ... it's beautiful.
Your extreme belief that there is a great harmony between the universe and the individual spirit: yours
Keep "natural beauty" and give full play to "natural beauty" poems; It all penetrated into my mind, and me.
The original "unspeakable" thought, a continuous synthesis of strings, played an ethereal and magical atonal silent music.
Tagore! Thank you for treating my natural sadness with quick and beautiful poems; Thank you for your excellent philosophy,
Comfort my inner loneliness.
At this time, I put down my pen in the middle of the night and wrote this thank-you letter. I just pour out my thoughts, so why not?
You know!
However, since Brahma and I are one, I wrote it and you saw it.
5. Ten Years of Bing Xin's Poetry
She sent me a letter,
Referring to the breezy days in the south of the Yangtze River,
She said, "It's just a beautiful scene.
No good friends! "
In these eight words,
I was thinking about jumbo,
Thinking about the sunset glow,
Think about an independent character.
this is
Only stuffy rain,
Only yellow dust,
Only the quiet sky outside the window.
My friend!
Who says life is like duckweed?
stay ...
I've been staying for ten years!
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1926 In March, Bing Xin wrote a letter to a young reader: I'm sorry, little friend! I also contribute to you with my thoughts. However, my Goddess of Poetry is just one. "Full of tenderness and faint sadness", let her express it like this.
Bing Xin's Goddess of Poetry once appeared in her short poem Ten Years written in 1922. In the poem, Bing Xin made a dummy "She". She lives in Jiangnan, which is just beautiful/has no good friends. In the north (Beijing) where I (Bing Xin) live, there is only stuffy rain/only yellow dust/only the quiet sky outside the window. The land of China in the early 1920s described by Bing Xin is so dreary and sad!
This mentality was inseparable from the dark, backward and ignorant social environment at that time. 19 19 After the May 4th Movement, China is still ruled by the Northern Warlords, and the warlords of Zhi, Wan and Feng and the southern factions are fighting endlessly. Local bandits are rampant, droughts and floods are frequent, and victims flee. In the face of all this, Bing Xin, who once participated in the May 4th mass movement and served as the document of the student union of Peking Union Medical College Women's University in science preparation, how can she not be sad? She is unwilling to remain silent. Thinking, she wrote a series of novels that exposed feudal rule and attacked feudal thoughts, as well as fresh, meaningful and philosophical poems. The Decade was written in this context.
Bing Xin came to Beijing from Fuzhou in the second year of the Republic of China after the Revolution of 1911 overthrew the feudal Qing Dynasty, that is, 19 13 years, and it has been ten years since 1922. She always recalls the "beautiful scenery" of "Jiangnan", with clear water and green mountains, red flowers and green grass, bamboo forests and orange orchards. The imaginary "she" wrote a letter to herself from the picturesque "windy day in the south of the Yangtze River", lamenting that there were no good friends in the beautiful scenery. From the letter, Bing Xin "thought of Jiang Bo/Sunset/that independent figure (in the beautiful scenery)". This scene, this feeling, is really like Bing Xin's Poet Fairy, "full of tenderness and faint sadness". What about the south and the north? Warlords and politicians who seize power in Beijing like a lantern, where do they care about the national economy and people's livelihood? Where is science and education? After the climax of the mass movement of patriotic students in Beijing, there are naturally only "stuffy rain", "yellow dust" and "quiet day"!
However, Bing Xin did not fall into pessimism. She questioned the agnosticism that "life is like duckweed" and hoped that the change would come faster, instead of "staying for ten years"-
My friend!
Who says life is like duckweed?
stay ...
I've been staying for ten years!
For Bing Xin, a delicate female student majoring in yenching university literature, her questioning of "life is like duckweed" and her accusation of "living for ten years" are like Yu Haiyan's call for a devastating storm!
"Ten Years" fully shows Bing Xin's poetic talent! She collects scenery, events and feelings in one furnace, narrates scenery with events, expresses emotion with scenery, and focuses on lyric. Things-"she" came from Jiangnan with the letter, and the poem borrowed eight words. Scenery-Narrating the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River and the scenery in the north from the eight characters. Emotion-expressing doubts about "life is like duckweed" and sighs and dissatisfaction with "temporary residence for ten years", and calling for an early day to clean up "yellow dust" and "stuffy rain".
"Ten Years" also borrowed the writing style of the novel "virtual" and created "her" and her "a letter" for nothing, thus emitting scenery and lyricism.
Ten years has the style of prose, such as clouds, writing freely, but not far from the center.
Ten years is worthy of being the masterpiece of new poetry in the May 4th New Culture Movement!
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Life is a piece of paper/worthless/blank paper.
Since Green/gave me/developed,
Red/gave me/enthusiasm,
Huang/taught me to be a man/be loyal,
Blue/teach me to be/noble,
Pink/Give it to me/Hope,
Gray/give me/sad;
Complete/this frame/color map,
Black/add me/die.
Since then,
I/I ruined/my life,
Because I like his color.
6. Read a poem by Bing Xin and write a composition as required. I don't know when the successful flowers began. I fell in love with Bing Xin's poem "Successful Flower": "Successful flower, people only admire its present brilliance ..." Pushing open the window facing the sky, a little coolness came to my mind.
I can't help but close my eyes and take a deep breath at the dark starry sky. In the mist, I heard several frogs croaking, and I don't know which direction they came from.
In the river outside the window, they can swim wherever they want, and where will they swim according to your thoughts? I may be used to seeing brightly lit streets, but I always feel that the flashing lights in the distance are particularly familiar and kind, which is probably closer to my life. Just over there, in a dimly lit place, the windows turn from bright to dark, but there are always a few windows that keep a faint light in the dark, giving me some comfort when I feel lonely. Maybe they, like me, are studying hard at their desks under the lamp. "People are just amazed at its current glory."
When one day we succeed in our studies, people only talk about our achievements, and who knows the silent suffering in countless nights? "However, at the beginning, its buds were soaked with tears of struggle and covered with blood and rain of sacrifice." There have been pains and regrets, but they are all like meteors. Only that persistence has been preserved and accompanied us along the way.
There are many buds waiting to bloom in life, but not every bud can blossom and bear fruit. Just as life is not always smooth sailing, there will always be countless thorns and bumps.
No matter when, people always have to move forward. Only through the baptism of wind and rain and the test of lightning can we bloom the most dazzling flowers in life! Lying in bed, I often see the light of the morning star, the fleeting meteor and countless stars shining forever in the dark night sky. Flowers are beautiful, all the future, it is important to gradually improve themselves, I believe that hope exists.
We should not only admire others' success, but also know that others' success is the result of hard struggle and even sacrifice, and learn from it. And it enlightens us that the success of flowers remains the same, as does the success of that person's career and the growth and development of people. Let people understand the greatness of the strugglers and victims.
Encourage people to forge ahead and strive for success. Let the flower of success bloom in each of us.
Behind the success, people only marvel at its present glory, but its buds are soaked with tears of struggle and blood rain of sacrifice. -Bing Xin's "Successful Flower" The fragrance of a flower is beautiful because it has experienced a winter of ice, snow, cold and wind and frost. When it withers gradually in the autumn wind, we will sigh that times have changed and things have changed, and we will no longer marvel at its beauty and pleasing to the eye. When winter comes and the days of flying flowers have quietly passed us, the flowers will curl up together and become more withered.
At this time, we will never stop there. When the cold of a winter gradually leaves, the spring when everything recovers gradually replaces the cold wind of winter with agile and brisk pace.
At this time, the flowers are already brewing their own more fragrant and beautiful life. It struggled desperately, broke away from the cover of winter snow and ice, leaned out and tasted the taste of spring.
Finally, the spring breeze in February blew the horn and came into our lives. The flowers tried their best to bloom their most beautiful petals. They break through the shackles of winter and compete in the embrace of spring.
At this time, we will never dismiss them again. The sweet fragrance makes people linger in the sea of flowers, and the flowers quietly close their eyes and enjoy people's praise and love for them.
In fact, flowers and people are the same. After experiencing some biting cold, they always leave a fragrant fragrance. When you summon up the courage to cross the thorns, cross the abyss, build a dike and wade, and kill the beast with your sword, you will succeed and enter another completely different world.
At this time, you may not think of the difficulties and setbacks you encounter on the road to success. But they have become an indispensable part of your life. They beat with your nerves, transport with your cells, and flow with your blood.
Don't be fooled by the surface of success, it is the reward we deserve after all kinds of difficulties. Don't forget that the hardships before success are the proudest capital in our life.
Don't lose the happiness behind success, it's bitter. If you have any questions about the above answers, please discuss them! I wish you progress in your study.
7. Bing Xin's poem "Paper Boat for Mother"
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I never throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-save it.
Fold into a boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still don't give up and fold every day.
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan, please carry her love.
And sadness.
Appreciation of Paper Boat-To Mother
1923 In early summer, Bing Xin graduated from yenching university. In August 17 of the same year, she went to study in the United States by mail ship Yorkshire from Shanghai. Arrived in Kobe, Japan on August 19, and visited Yokohama on August 2 1. Judging from the writing time, this poem was written by the poet on a seagoing ship that continued to sail to the other side of the ocean on the sixth day after his visit to Yokohama.
The sparkling waves and surging tides revived the poet's childlike innocence of loving the sea; Green sea water and flying seagulls make the poet close to nature again. In the sea life about ten days after starting from Wusongkou, the three pillars of Bingxin's early philosophy of "love"-maternal love, childlike innocence and nature, only "childlike innocence" and "nature" can be revived and reappeared at this time, while "maternal love" can't be close because it is far away from her mother. Therefore, the poet especially misses his mother, and even gets sick because he misses her, and recovers because he sees her in his dream. This poem expresses the poet's deep affection for his mother.
The first verse of the poem begins with his childish behavior-folding paper into a boat, saying that he refused to abandon a piece of paper on a seagoing ship and kept folding it into a boat and throwing it into the sea. Seemingly dull quatrains pave the way for the outbreak of feelings. The second section describes the whereabouts of the paper boat thrown from the ship. "Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stained on the bow." All these destinations are not in line with the poet's sincere wishes. She "always wants a place that can only flow where I want it to go." To this end, she "is still not discouraged and folds every day." This shows the intensity and sincerity of her desire. As for where the paper boat is expected to flow, the poet did not make it clear in this section, which caused suspense and thought-provoking. The poet naturally understood that the paper boat could not flow to his mother, so the third verse of the poem turned out new ideas. The poet dreamed of seeing a white boat in his mother's dream. If this kind of imagination is still general, "don't wonder that it dreams for no reason" shows the strangeness of the poet's imagination. So, why not let mom be surprised by the dream of the boat? Poets use the method of "dying to show their will". At the end of the poem, he pointed out that the imaginary paper boat that entered his mother's dream was folded by her with tears. She prayed that the paper boat would bring her love for her mother and the sadness caused by being away from her mother to her side. This ending is the climax of the whole poem.
Missing my mother's feelings is abstract and easy to be vague. This poem is novel in conception, and the poet uses the technique of expressing emotion by supporting things, so the expression of feelings is vivid, concrete, implicit and profound. In addition, the lines of this poem are very long, and the intonation is slow, which echoes the long-standing yearning for the mother.