When it comes to prose in study, work or life, surely everyone is familiar with it? Prose often uses narrative, explanation, lyricism, discussion, description and other expressions. What prose have you seen? The following are my thoughts on Bing Xin's prose, which will be sorted out for you. I hope it helps you.
After reading Bing Xin's prose, the rain gradually stopped, and a little clear light passed through the window and went to the window. The clouds cleared, and the residual water droplets on the tree reflected the moon, like a thousand points of light. I didn't expect such a beautiful picture after the heavy rain.
I turned around and looked at the dazzling array of books in the room. I went to my desk, picked up an old book and turned a page. That little orange lamp belongs to grandma Bing Xin. I paused and looked at it carefully.
My parents are not at home today, so it's very quiet at home. I'm the only one at the table. Not only have I always found this book particularly attractive, but grandma Bing Xin's prose is also elegant and smart, forming a beautiful and pleasant realm. Her prose is really touching, and it can also awaken and warn people with philosophy, with the characteristics of "full of tenderness and faint sadness". It is kind and natural, gentle and elegant.
It's already late in the night, and I don't know what time it is. I feel a little sleepy. But I never get tired of reading this book. We can learn a lot from her beautiful brushstrokes. I have never left my chair since I studied. I stood up and looked out the window. There is no one in the street, and occasionally a few cars pass by. And I recalled the book again and seemed to find something. I ran to my desk quickly, turned over a few pages roughly, and then shouted that I found "Mom, it's mom" and she wrote it to her dead mother. She wrote many articles to her dead mother, including novels and essays. Later, there was a sentence in her profile: "Mother Yang Fuci is simple, kind and open-minded. Received a good education in a loving family. It was her mother who paved the way for the literary palace. " Oh, I see.
There is also a lot of maternal love in present life. A greeting and an action in life, seemingly insignificant, are full of your mother's care and love.
I think grandma Bing Xin thinks so, too. In her mind, maternal love is irreplaceable, and it is her mother's influence on her childhood that has made her great achievements today. Students, let's cherish maternal love!
Reflections on Bing Xin's prose II. Reading a good book can make people remember it for a long time; Realizing a truth will benefit people for life. After reading Bing Xin's prose collection, I gained not only a good book and a simple truth, but also a kind of happiness, a kind of longing for childhood and innocence.
In Bing Xin's works, prose can be written as sonorous as a poem, as vigorous as a military song, as vivid and tortuous as a novel, and as vivid and pithy as a dramatic dialogue. Beautiful words, elegant and delicate emotions and smooth and concise expressions all attract me. My emotions change with the ups and downs of the plot in the text, laughing, worrying and missing. It's so quiet around me that I can only hear my own heartbeat. ...
In Stars, "childhood is the truth in dreams, the dream in reality, and the tearful smile when recalling." It was Bing Xin's childhood full of dreams, childishness and fantasy. "Little brother, ... a child in the depths of the soul." It also explains the indescribable deep friendship between Bing Xin and his brothers and sisters. These are the desires and happiness of Bing Xin's childlike innocence.
There is such a passage in Bing Xin's "Send Little Readers Again":
"The mountain is full of sunshine, and the shadow of the sun passes through the deep pine forest and becomes several charming beams. Under the sunshine, a pair of kingfishers flew low against the pool, called gracefully and swept into the sky-blue bushes covered with red beans. The green peaks far and near under the rock overlap steadily in the faint clouds. Jialing River, like green brocade, is painted eastward. The mountain city on the other side of the river, countless pale white roofs, are hidden in the faint fog. Everything in sight is quiet, bright and happy ... "
Every word is full of Bing Xin's concern for children and her longing for childhood and innocence. This is an artistic world that combines truth, goodness and beauty with her true personality, beautiful proverbs and beautiful spirituality.
What a poetic and philosophical article this is! Every word is so charming, chew it slowly, savor it carefully, and there are all kinds of incredible stories that deeply attract you. It is like a fantasy kingdom, with infinite charm, which makes people want to go and want to go back. Through things, it tells us profound truth. She treats every reader as a pen pal, telling each other about the fluctuations in her heart, thinking about what she thinks and connecting it with what she has, and pouring out between the lines, passing books with flying pigeons in her heart to let everyone share another world in her heart.
Everyone has a colorful childhood, which is the most profound and beautiful time in life. Bing Xin didn't have any toys to play with when she was a child, and she has been studying very hard. She has developed the habit of being sensitive and eager to learn. This persistent learning spirit makes us awe-inspiring, and it is also a place worth learning all our lives. The description of some details in the book gives us a kind, loving and amiable grandmother image.
One spring evening, Grandma Bing Xin was absorbed in reading. A little mouse got into her room through a small hole and secretly ate the crumbs on the ground. Because of the quiet mouse, she became arrogant, chewed hard and made a loud noise, which woke her up. With the sound, she found the mouse and covered it with a book. Strangely, it didn't slip away. Gradually, with several barks, the dog caught the mouse and killed it.
Grandma Bing Xin is very sad about this. She thought: the little mouse foraged for the first time, but it paid the price of its life. Everything was alive, but because of her own joke, she ended a small life. She regrets it very much. If it happens again, she will protect it. Bing Xin also feels a lot about this little thing, which is enough to show her noble personality and generous love.
Grandma Bing Xin-your literary works are admirable, and I can't help admiring you, but I think your character is more worthy of our respect, and your works and character will serve as an example for our lifelong learning.
Random thoughts on Bing Xin's prose 4 Today, let's talk about Bing Xin's memory in the starry sky!
Most of Bing Xin's essays are aimed at children, but the level of my book is very good. At first, Bing Xin wrote it herself, and later it was about children.
Among my favorite essays are: don't step on this flower, after the rain, dedication and so on.
"Don't step on this flower" is a personification of the image of the flower, adding a metaphor. The winter snow covered it with a thick cotton-padded coat, and it lay quietly, waiting for the news of spring. On this day, it felt wet, and it smelled the fragrance of the earth; It stood up happily and stretched out its golden wings. Grandma Bing Xin made full use of personification and metaphor in these two short passages.
After the rain, it is about children. The green treetops are shining with golden light, and the square has become an ocean! A group of barefoot children are as happy as immortals in the water. I stepped on the water hard, and the splash was high. He shouted: "Sister, be careful, slip!" Said he slipped! Grandma Bing Xin showed the children's liveliness incisively and vividly in just two paragraphs.
Dedication is about Grandma Bing Xin herself, bowing her head to caress the children around her and looking forward to the future of the motherland. Which marshal ordered the 300,000 troops of 10 arms to be driven to the children from all directions? Ah, the socialist motherland is my marshal, and our 300 thousand people all have a heart that loves the motherland! Grandma Bing Xin's love for the motherland was deeply realized after I read this composition. What beautiful prose!
Grandma Bing Xin's prose is really warm and heroic!
I've always wanted to read grandma Bing Xin's book, but I didn't have time to buy it. Just this summer reading activity, I can buy a collection of Bingxin's essays, so that I can appreciate Bingxin's extraordinary literary talent and exquisite language.
I like grandma Bing Xin's language very much, like a small spring rain that moistens our hearts, and like a drop of sunshine that falls on our hearts, her elegant and implicit language lingers in our ears. Grandma Bing Xin became a good grandmother and friend of the children.
After reading this book, I not only learned about Grandma Bing Xin's sincere heart, but also learned about Grandma Bing Xin's childhood, some stories about her in our time and so on.
What I remember most is the article Dream. Although the title of this article is dreams, it is not her dreams at night, but her childhood.
After reading "Childhood" written by Grandma Bing Xin, my first feeling was: fun. I didn't expect her to be a tomboy when she was a child. She doesn't like living a girl's life. But from the description of grandma Bing Xin, I think it's cool to play a boy. Look! Riding a white horse on the grassland is really chic, a bit like Prince Charming in a pantomime! It's a pity that she is a girl after all.
After pretending to be a scary man for ten years, she returned to her hometown, put aside her dream ten years ago and put on women's clothes. I wonder what her mood is. Do you like this suit very much, or do you miss the feeling of generosity and courage? In the following story, I understood that she never regretted it. The saber hanging in front of her window hooked the ten years of raining life, and the horn of dusk seemed to ring at this moment.
Her ten years of vigorous military life were deeply imprinted in her mind, which she will never forget.
I like her childhood very much, and I feel very fresh. I really want to try this wonderful pleasure. Dress neatly in military uniform, wear saber and ride a white horse, and be as free and easy as possible.
I wonder who that cool "she" is. I like her childhood, and I believe she loves her precious childhood more!
After reading Bing Xin's prose, I gave it to a young reader. It was written by Bing Xin. Everyone should know that she is amiable and approachable, and I like her very much. Unfortunately, she passed away on 1999. I think people who are childlike until they are old will live to be 100 years old, and grandma Bing Xin is like this. She lived to be 99!
The Book for Young Readers is divided into four series. My favorite is the first series, which is full of letters sent by Grandma Bing Xin to young readers and relatives overseas, mostly about the deep homesickness and charming scenery overseas.
There are two paragraphs that make me feel deeply; The first paragraph: "it's too late for me to go to the top floor again. It's the first time I've seen such a bright world. The moonlight in the sky and the lights on the star shore set each other off silently. From time to time, a string of light flies over the mountain, just like a train running ... There is no sound of the tide on the boat tonight, and the mood is very quiet. If my mother were here at this time ... I remember Beijing very clearly. Bing Xin looked at the moonlight like water, unconsciously thinking of her mother and her hometown. " What it's like to be homesick in the moonlight. I think Bing Xin's tears will flow down again. If I am a person far away from my mother and hometown, I certainly don't want to.
The second paragraph: "there are rugged rocks in front of the house, dark hills with clumps of trees, endless, and deep valleys hidden in the forest shadows." I always dare not go too far. It seems that there is the possibility of hiding tigers and leopards in this mountain. Qian Shan grass hunts the wind, and I am afraid that wild animals will jump out of the dark forest. " This vivid metaphor makes me feel like I'm in it, dark and scary. When I hear the slightest sign of trouble, I will be scared out of my wits. This shows that it is not easy for Bing Xin to be alone.
At first glance, this book can't understand what it says, and some words are very profound. In fact, this book contains a lot of knowledge and is very interesting. I have to read it again and again to understand the meaning of this book.
After reading Bing Xin's prose, my father often asks me to read extracurricular books and hand in a reading note every month.
Bing Xin's prose is the first book I read in the first month of school, but it left me with a profound Chinese "trip".
This book is divided into four parts, describing people, describing things, narrating and writing landscapes, each with its own strong points.
This book has well-known "For a Little Reader" and "Little Orange Lamp", which reproduces the extraordinary literary charm of Grandma Bing Xin and makes me deeply immersed in it.
The narrative part of the scenery in this paper can be said to be immersive, depicting the unique magical beauty of nature with beautiful writing.
The description of the characters is even more incisive. With precise words, the characters of various characters are displayed word for word. Whether they are angry or sad, Bing Xin adds a unique veil to the characters with her unique literary talent and style.
Between the lines, it reveals the simplicity and frankness of great writers.
Whether you are a person who has stepped into ancient times or a child who has never taken off, even if you read Bing Xin's easy-to-understand articles, you will feel inexplicably refreshing and profound.
And I, a middle school student, want to understand grandma Bing Xin's writing style, which is too difficult. After reading it again and again, it seems that it doesn't make any sense, but in the blink of an eye, I feel vague and tireless, and my mind gradually becomes clear and instantly blurred.
I haven't tasted a book in such detail in Chinese reading, but in Bing Xin's prose, I seem to have an unprecedented desire psychology, which makes me repeatedly experience Bing Xin's grandmother's articles.
Seeing the light spot in the blur, I am confused in the light spot. Only repetition can make Bing Xin's article more attractive.
Unfortunately, the old man has passed away, leaving endless literary wealth. Regardless of the past, present and future, Bing Xin's collected works will remain in the literary and art circles forever.
Bing Xin's prose is the most beautiful movement in life. Laughter, the bridge of communication between people; Laughter has always been the simplest and warmest encouragement; Laugh, the most beautiful and natural beauty, laugh, she has always accompanied me through difficulties and hardships.
The article "Laughter" depicts a fresh and beautiful scenery after the rain. The author sees the angel in the painting smiling at her. So, the author traces back to the memories of a few years ago: on an ancient road, there was a child holding flowers, barefoot and smiling at me slightly; On the hillside, an old woman leaned against the door, holding flowers and smiling at me slightly, which made the author feel at home. There is a sense of joy in my heart.
Laughter is the most ordinary thing in life at any time, but sometimes it is the most precious gift in life. When the work is appreciated by others, the viewer will show a satisfied smile and I will smile; My parents gave me a little warm comfort when I was crying and helpless. I put away my tears, smiled and unfolded my dimples, and my mother smiled. When I do my homework, when I am discouraged and stick to this road, when I reach the finish line, I will look back with surprise and pride, and I will smile; When I am willing to help others, the people who are helped are beaming, and I will walk home with a full face of spring; When I play with my friends, I will be in high spirits when I get home. ...
We must always smile, make life more exciting because of our smiles, and make life more beautiful and interesting. Anyway, happy or not, why not! Although there are so many disappointments in life, as long as we face them with a smile, we can cross this unhappy door!
Laugh often and the lottery will come naturally! Let's live happily every day, life is not easy, we should make life better, more exciting and more meaningful, so as not to waste this time!
Random thoughts on Bing Xin's prose 9 I saw Bing Xin's classic works the other day. I was only in the middle of reading it, and I was deeply fascinated by For a Little Reader and Things and Memories. The language of the article is easy to understand, with delicate feelings and full of maternal love and childlike innocence.
In Communication II, when Bing Xin was reading, talking and eating snacks with her parents, a mouse came out for the first time to look for food. She felt guilty because her prank caused the mouse to be swallowed by the puppy. Yes, Grandma Bing Xin once shed tears for a broken cricket and sobbed for an injured oriole. Grandma Bing Xin's words are full of kindness. I think we should also be kind people.
In Laba porridge, I felt the delicacy of Laba porridge, the deep affection, the deep yearning for my mother and the memory of a new generation of revolutionary martyrs. After reading these, my eyes are moist and I can't calm down for a long time. As a student, I must study hard to be worthy of them!
In the Spring Festival of Childhood, Grandma Bing Xin described the colorful activities of the Spring Festival of childhood. "I saw my mother wearing an apron and sleeves. In the big jar, there were chunks of delicious bad meat wrapped in red wine, braised pork in soy sauce, various seasonings, and brown sugar rice cakes steamed in several drawers ..." This passage left a deep impression on the author, which made me see the busy scene of the Spring Festival in the old society and feel the excitement during the festival. What wonderful memories! This is the charm of traditional festivals in China. It is lively and festive, full of flavor of the year, and embodies the essence of traditional culture of Chinese civilization. Grandma Bing Xin is happy, and so are we who were born in China in the new century.
Grandma Bing Xin's prose is unpretentious and sincere, describing the beauty of childhood and the eternity of maternal love. The words written by the century old man with love and innocence touched my heart, and I will continue reading.
After reading Bing Xin's prose, it was my first contact with this book. I am used to reading the vernacular. I feel a little uncomfortable when reading poetry, but I don't have a taste.
When I opened the book, the first introduction attracted me. When it comes to how Bing Xin wrote poetry, from childhood to adulthood, it fully embodies Bing Xin's talent in writing.
Her poems are mainly famous for maternal love, innocence and nature. From "Stars", "Childhood is the truth in dreams, the dream in reality, and the tearful smile when recalling." It can be seen that Bing Xin's childhood is a beautiful period with dreams. . "Little brother, ... children in the depths of the soul. This article is from Mo Wen Xinghe. " It also explains the indescribable deep friendship between Bing Xin and his brothers and sisters. These are Bing Xin's childlike longing and happiness. Later, she went abroad to study, which has been going for many years. She described her thoughts with a pen and was eager to go home early. How can I miss home when I leave my hometown and my mother? "The waves in my hometown! The waves you splashed once pounded my rock bit by bit, and now they pounded my heartstrings bit by bit. " The waves kept beating on the shore, and I was indifferent, but once I left my hometown, every drop of waves touched a string that was about to break, a string that was homesick. Indeed, only mothers are good in the world, and maternal love has always been the driving force behind Bing Xin's writing and her progress.
I remember a poem written by Bing Xin in "Stars in Spring Water": Mom! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart has come and I can only hide in your arms. Although this little poem has only thirty words, I deeply realize how broad and boundless maternal love is! Bing Xin's short poems gave me thousands of feelings. There is no hypocrisy in her poems. It's all true feelings from the heart, which can move people. After reading this book, my heart is surging and I can't calm down and express my feelings.
During the winter vacation, I picked up Bing Xin's prose collection and read Bing Xin's prose 1 1. I have never been interested in it, but it has changed these days. ...
I chose several interesting articles to read, and found that one of them was in Chinese literature and several were in American literature appreciation. One of the most famous is "For a Little Reader", and I read it patiently. Read one article, read another. Suddenly I can't let it go.
By accident, I finished reading it. I feel that every line of her prose is full of one word: love! Bing Xin loves beautiful nature. She loves the sea, because in her eyes, the sea is gentle and quiet, majestic and majestic, mysterious and inclusive, broad ... Perhaps in Bing Xin's heart, the love for the sea is accumulated bit by bit. Bing Xin loves children. During her illness, she also wrote "For a Little Reader" for her children, which shows the importance of children's status in her mind. Bing Xin loves her mother, and she even describes her mother like this: every word of her mother can make people as children tempted, and every stroke of her mother can make people as children cry. Bing Xin also asked her mother why she loved her ignorant. Her mother told her: No, just because you are my daughter. Yes, when you find that there is a person in this world who knows you better, knows you better and loves you thousands of times more, how can you love her wholeheartedly without gratitude, tears? Bing Xin loves her relatives, her father, her three younger brothers and her classmates. ...
Bing Xin turned this love into an extremely beautiful and gentle style and wrote prose ... There is another world in the prose, a world full of love and a world that Bing Xin yearns for. ...
Reflections on reading Bing Xin's prose 12 During the winter vacation, I happily read the Complete Works of Children's Literature by Grandma Bing Xin. I was deeply attracted by this book. It was a thick book, but I didn't feel tired at all when I read it. After reading it, I felt that Grandma Bing Xin whispered touching words in my ear like an old friend. Her tone is soft, warm and beautiful, and she has always loved nature and children.
My favorite articles are For Young Readers, Again for Young Readers and Little Orange Lantern. There is a passage in "Send another young reader" that deeply touches my heart: "Life is like a river flowing eastward, it originates from the highest place, and ice and snow are its predecessors. It gathers many small streams to form a powerful Hong Tao, which runs down the river. It twists and turns over the hanging rock, cuts the wall, washes down a layer of sand, and flows away happily and bravely. Sometimes when it meets the front resistance of the rock, it rushes up angrily, roars and spins, and the waves before and after push it up and down until it rushes down this steep cliff. " How spectacular the writing is, I believe everyone will feel the power of life and indomitable life after seeing it!
What impressed me deeply was the little girl in Little Orange Lantern. Although I don't know my father's whereabouts, I have to take care of my seriously ill mother. Although life is extremely difficult, she remains optimistic about life, firmly faces life and believes that a better life will come.
During the Chinese New Year, my uncle and grandfather gave me a red orange, and I tried to make it into a small orange lamp. Looking at the orange light, I seemed to see the little girl's calm, optimistic and brave face, and a warm current came to my heart.
Reflections on Bing Xin's Prose 13 Reading Bing Xin's essay is a pleasure.
The first article recalling my early contact with Bing Xin is an excerpt from an essay in the primary school textbook Xiao Ju Deng. Under Bing Xin's beautiful and elegant brushwork, Deng painted a picture of the years on the dark and humid mountain road in Chongqing Mountain City by the faint light. That kind of beauty, like the revolutionary feelings presented to the world, is warm and moist as beans, but firm and indelible.
The road of learning new literature in the May 4th Movement was full of twists and turns, which added many great sonorous feelings to Bing Xin's delicate and euphemistic writing style and fresh and beautiful writing style. These feelings with unique charm are incisive, delicate and wonderful between the lines. In this collection of Bing Xin's essays, what I read is more of a fresh and refined beauty.
I can't say this kind of beauty. Some of them are like the praise of maternal love in Bing Xin's prose, the awe of his father, the infinite hope for the future, the meditation on a smile and a rain in life, the praise of darkness and even the admiration for the sea. This kind of affectionate thoughts and feelings is the beauty presented outside the window after the bitter rain and the lonely lamp? Or the feeling that the country is worried about the family when it is delirious? Is it a tender feeling of love and hate for everything in the world? Or the beauty of Bing Xin in that delicate emotion?
I admire the hard-to-break whipping of an old cow in a spring house in Building a Small Window. He devoted himself to analyzing the consolation before his death and the innuendo of home and country in visiting the sick. Moru Shi Bi's grief and indignation worship of the national subjugation in the occupied area of Beiping: The writing of falling asleep at intermediate frequency in Spring Water is exquisitely conceived.
In Bing Xin's essay Laughter, we can vaguely feel the beauty of her deep love for the world. Not so many rich colors, not so many fine carvings, just simple sketches, but fresh and refined to present the laughter of the world to the world. This may be the life realm of "at this time, I feel relaxed and happy, such as going to the celestial world and returning to my hometown".
The world in my dream is a lake and mountains that I have never met.
Thoughts on reading Bing Xin's prose 14 Bing Xin's prose is fresh and beautiful. In the essay "To a Young Reader", Bing Xin praised maternal love, innocence, nature and the motherland by describing her childish joy and naive tears.
To a Little Reader is Bing Xin's "most free and thoughtless" work, so it can best show Bing Xin's frank personality and shape her pure self-image. For a small reader, it embodies Bing Xin's character, temperament, talent and ideological style. Whether describing the kindness of mother, the friendship between brothers and sisters, or every natural second in communication, Bing Xin's distinct self-image is reflected.
In To a Little Reader, Bing Xin kept repenting in front of innocent children. Many things are caused by the dull pain of her soul, reprinted from Marat safin. Please keep this mark. In Communication II, Bing Xin thinks of her grief for "killing" small creatures. Now, we are not just like Bing Xin at that time. We won't cry for a broken cricket or sob for an injured yellowbird. We also know that all life is ordinary in the eyes of the creator, and we may have done unkind things, but after all, our hearts are pure and kind.
I like the book Bing Xin Prose Collection very much. Among them, I like the article A Little Bird best.
A Little Bird tells the story of a little bird full of new ideas about nature. It flies to a branch and sings. Its sound is full of clarity, lightness and beauty. When singing, it seems that "nature" is listening with a smile. Many children under the tree feel beautiful after hearing this song. Since then, the children have come to listen to it every day. But not long after, an unfortunate thing happened. One day, the bird is singing a beautiful song. Suddenly, a bullet came from below, and the bird turned over and fell from the tree. At this time, two old birds flew out of the jungle, caught it and took it to the nest. Its blood dripped from a crack in the tree to the ground. Since then, the children have never heard that song again. After reading Bing Xin Xing Fan Chunshui 600 words, read Bing Xin Xing Fan Chunshui.
Bing Xin's Prose 15 After reading it, I feel the angel, the child with flowers, the old woman leaning against the door, the magical expression, and the warmth all over! -inscription
Bing Xin likes to laugh, her own, others', realistic and illusory. As long as there is a trace of ruddy on the corners of her mouth, she collects it and melts it in her works, infecting countless people. Smile, this magical expression!
Smile is a silent and kind language. Angels, children, old women, smiling, touched Bing Xin in loneliness, smiled at Bing Xin and smiled kindly without saying a word, but Bing Xin told us in that beautiful words: Listen! Isn't it? They say hello to you They want to talk to you! They want to make friends with you! So simple, but so complicated. What is simple is the expression at that moment, and what is complicated is the opening of the mind.
Smile is silent and moving music. Bing Xin used her unique pure pen to play a song that resounded through her heart and touched people's hearts. Deep songs. Although there is no command, no harmony or even obvious tone, we can learn from it. Think about it, isn't that music? It was buried in the trickle of words. As long as you look at it a few more times, the melody of deja vu will play and the sanctity in your heart will rise.
Smiling is a noble expression of human beings. Angels are spirits in the sky, children are fairies on the earth, and old women are venerable Notre Dame. Animals don't laugh. Smiling belongs only to human beings. Because human beings can feel with their hearts, express freely and create infinitely. Mona Lisa's mysterious smile touched the whole world, and human beings created the greatest sense of victory in the whole universe.
Smile is always the bright sunshine in life. Its light illuminates everything around it, adding warm sympathy, ardent expectation and wonderful illusion to the surrounding atmosphere. All sentient beings fell for it and the whole world was moved by it. It illuminates everyone and warms every heart.
Oh, sacred smile, magical smile, great smile. ...