Autumn Music
Feng Jicai
①As soon as the train left Shanhaiguan, I put on my headphones and listened to the autumn music, and my whole body and mind immediately entered the autumn season. There is a strangely warm, sweet and intoxicating feeling.
②I put my cheek against the window glass, it was quite cool, and looked out the car window with the desire to enjoy it. The autumn nature unfolded into a brilliant scene. The sun shines like the bright tone of a piano on the harvested fields. The whole earth is like a mother who has given birth to a baby, happily stretching under the open clear sky. The thick reddish brown exposed from the wheat stubble is the strong skin color of Mother Earth; all The forest has swollen its energy to the limit in the competition of hot summer, and now it stretches its graceful branches freely; all the golden leaves are its fruits, and when the autumn wind blows, they show off the richness of autumn. The true sense of wealth belongs to the creator; only the true creator has this free and leisurely demeanor. A bird flew into the sky with a gentle violin melody
It led me to the infinite pure sky. Any emotion turns into a vast silence as soon as it enters the sky. In this way, the sky with big thoughts is like the magnificent head of a great philosopher, and the white clouds are his thoughts. Sometimes when the wind and clouds converge, a light of wisdom will shine through, and a philosophy will sound to warn the world. At this time, the philosopher was also tired and immersed in the relaxation of autumn. It is lofty, peaceful and mysterious. Big and small, loose clouds are fragments of his thoughts, and fragments are the most beautiful, regardless of thoughts or emotions... These beautiful fragments in various shapes and sizes, accompanied by ethereal sounds, flowed before my eyes, still in the sunshine. Dazzlingly white. The bird riding the violin melody kept flying into the sky, getting higher and smaller, and finally turned into a tiny black dot, and suddenly "poof" plunged into a huge, fluffy, shiny cloud...
③The following warm chords bring a sparse pastoral scenery. Autumn dissolves the green of the earth and uses its neutral tone to smooth out all colors. Harmonious and noble, stable and comfortable, only the autumn after harvest can be so quiet and peaceful. A few gleaming wheat straw stacks, a wisp of silver-blue translucent smoke, here and there a tree standing calmly on the plain, here and there a variegated cow grazing slowly . Amidst the background of the string music, a quiet and beautiful face gradually emerged in my heart. I once used kisses to outline this face like a painter using a pen: contours, eyebrows, eyes, lips... Such outlines are very wonderful, invisible but deeply remembered. The small dimples at the corners of your mouth, the fluttering eyelashes, the tiny and smooth surface on your bulging forehead and pointed chin. The close-up view flew past my eyes, the distant view followed me forward slowly, the earth slowly rotated like a record, and this pastoral song of the world kept ringing in my ears.
④A dying old tree walked little by little into the middle of this huge record. Its roots are like needles, drawing a sad tune deep in nature. The light in my heart and the light in the scenery dim together. Even the strong reflection of a river is cold, dazzling, and desolate. All the shadows turn into the melancholy of the approaching autumn; the desolate things lose their former glorious passion, each holding on to the loneliness of life; a small late-blooming sunflower behind the fence is like your last farewell in the crowd. Wave your hand, follow the rumble of the train and see behind you... The sprouting, trembling, and turmoil of spring, the noise, vigor, and prosperity of summer, all disappear irretrievably. No matter how glorious it once was, how proud it was, how radiant it was, how proudly it squandered its energy and talents, after all, it is no longer the past. Life is a one-time thing, and life is carried by time, which determines the inevitable tragedy that human beings will end with death. Who can bring back yesterday and the day before yesterday? Even if I have to endure another painful farewell, it will still be happiness. The childhood where I did many stupid things, the young mother and the dream of first love are all far away from this old autumn. A kind of deep sadness mixed with music spreads out boundlessly, rendering the scenery everywhere. I suddenly wanted to shout, to tell the train to stop and turn back!
⑤Suddenly, a highway rushed out longitudinally, shining brightly in the dusk.
Like a horn blowing loudly, the sound calls up a large forest rising from the ground, and like a golden steel band, playing solemn music, comes into view. There was no time to tell whether it was due to the music or the change in the picture. My mood suddenly changed, and the sadness just now was swept away. When the still green saplings passed by in the deep forest, I suddenly realized that the withering of autumn was all an illusion!
⑥ Before the cold snap comes, autumn hides life, buries greenery underground, accumulates and condenses it under the snow in winter, and waits for the next spring to be extravagant and extravagant again! On the distant hillside, the tomb looks like a fire in the sunset, magical and mysterious. Is there a corpse or a lonely soul buried there? Since every life leaves after creating another life, what is death? Is death not just a transformation of life, a change of melody, and a change of picture? So what is more solemn, more sacred and more charming than death? The great death that sacrifices oneself for rebirth...
⑦The music of autumn is like the sound of the temple. This magnificent and sublime roar envelopes and purifies my whole body and mind. I was amazed to feel as transparent as glass.
1． Please briefly summarize what characteristics of autumn scenery the article describes? (4 points)
2. Read paragraph 4 carefully. Why did the author write about a dying old tree? (2 points)
3. What is the function of the underlined sentence in paragraph 5 in the text? (2 points)
4. Based on the content of the article, answer the questions (4 points)
(1) Why does the author say: "I suddenly want to shout, I want to ask this train to stop and turn back!"
(2 ) How to understand "Autumn's withering is all an illusion"?
5. What feelings does the author convey when listening to "Autumn Music"? (3 points)
Answer:
1. (4 points) ⑴ Brilliant ⑵ Quiet and serene ⑶ Desolate and desolate ⑷ Sublime and sublime (1 point for each point)
2. (2 points) The author writes about a dying old tree, which serves as a link (transition) in structure (1 point); from the description of the autumn scenery above to the feeling of autumn below (or: To pave the way for the feelings of autumn written above). (1 point)
3. (2 points) (1) Exaggerate the beauty and solemnity of life in autumn. ⑵Contrast with the withered scenery in autumn.
4. (4 points) ⑴ (1 point) Because the movement of this train means the passage of time, which makes people sad. (1 point) Expresses the author’s strong desire to stay in life and turn back time. (1 point)
5. (3 points) ⑴ Wealth and broadness (or "free and easy") belong to the real creators. ⑵ Only a life that has been harvested can have the tranquility and tranquility of life. ⑶Death is the solemn rebirth and transformation of life. (One point is worth 1 point)