Thoughts on Reading Zhang Xiaofeng's Prose

You must have read prose in your daily study, work or life, right? Prose is divided into narrative prose, lyric prose and philosophical prose. In order to help you better understand the prose, the following are my 800-word impressions of reading Zhang Xiaofeng's prose for reference only. Let's have a look.

Random thoughts on reading Zhang Xiaofeng's prose 1 Do you know how to listen to the wind?

With such a subtle touch, such a keen vision and such a mixed sense of smell, we can read Zhang Xiaofeng's 1000-word prose. You almost think it never existed. But just when your eyes are empty and you don't know what the future will be like, when you are busy and time flies, when you feel sad about the past. The wind, like this, drifted unexpectedly. Listen carefully, it blows away the deposited dust and brings abundant warmth.

Listen to the wind and appreciate the smallness that is usually ignored.

She will be delighted with the accidental appearance of childhood food at home, she will tidy up all the letters and savor them carefully, and she will collect all trivial but full of memories. She pays attention to what others don't care about: the cypress trees under Gao Bai. It may be so humble, or it may not be humble at all, but it doesn't know the existence of cypress. What's the difference between greatness and humility? The coachman who dared to express his understanding of opera in front of the master of opera felt his confidence and greatness.

The fast-paced life and the numbing arrangement invisibly cover our eyes. We only know how to plan our time step by step, like an accurate clock, but we forget the fleeting touch around us.

Listen to the wind and feel the purest sound.

The wind is pure, but it is so transparent that what you see through it is gorgeous and dirty.

It's just a typhoon of 10, but it looks like the end of the world to her. After the robbery, she saw that the unfortunate dead had always been like brothers to her. She heard the girl's sadness, but it implied hope. She found herself so lucky that God could not have given her such a wonderful life. People don't have to pay a penny for the sunshine every day. All the disappointments in life could have been presented to you in a more unsatisfactory manner. So transparent, the contrast between vulgarity and ugliness is dripping and exquisite.

Her words made me suddenly enlightened. The original words on the tip of the pen can actually recall the previous article "I wrote my heart in my own handwriting". Without hard work and optimism, I can't write an article, but the most primitive and trivial touches in my heart are easily overlooked by me.

What's more, various media, such as Internet, newspapers and magazines, do not hesitate to exaggerate or even fabricate foul language to attract others' attention in order to earn click-through rate. How long has it been since our readers were able to sit still and wash themselves with a collection of essays?

Listen to the wind, taste life and enjoy the wonderful.

You don't have to sit still and wait for death to listen to the wind. An arrow will make people tingle. Of course, you can't read while lying down. Deliberate laziness makes people sleepy.

Respect seriousness like meditation, but the mood floats like the wind. The spring breeze is warm and humid, and the green fields are full of vitality; Xia Feng is blazing, and everything grows tall in the hot sun; The autumn wind is dry and solid, and the store is full of branches; The wind in winter is fierce and sharp, and jade snow indicates a bumper harvest in the coming year.

She is Zhang Xiaofeng, blowing through spring, summer, autumn and winter, gently clasping your heartstrings and mine.

Random Thoughts on Reading Zhang Xiaofeng's Prose 2 "Selected Prose of Zhang Xiaofeng" seems insignificant, but it is indispensable. I believe you will have a different experience after reading it.

I thought I didn't like Zhu Ziqing's prose very much. But because of an accidental opportunity, I saw this "grass" with my own eyes, but beautiful flowers bloomed in my heart.

Selected Prose of Zhang Xiaofeng seems insignificant, but it is indispensable. Although there is no thrilling description in the novel, there is a warmth in the narrative, like Bing Xin's poetry, which is full of "maternal love, innocence and nature" everywhere.

When I first saw "grass", I was deeply attracted by "going up the mountain" Between sitting and walking, I thought I was a stone on the mountain and a tree by the stream. When I met someone, I couldn't think of any polite words. I just stupidly repeated this sentence: "Have you been to that mountain?" The first one, let me feel the shocking power of nature and let the author repeat this sentence stupidly. At this time, he also quietly climbed into my heart.

I miss my mother's feathers most. "Mom, you say, are you a fairy?" The mother was stunned by the child's words. Did the fairy change her mother? After reading this article, I think so. Every girl has a fairy tale dream, and they live carefree by the river that their parents love. "They are the most pitiful little daughters of the gods. They look at the water all day and are surprised by their beautiful feathers and skin. They have long focused on their youth and reveled in that glory. " "One day, her wings disappeared and she became the coarse cloth of the world-she decided to be a mother. She ended her dream. She can't fly, so she doesn't fly anymore. " This is our mother, locking her feather clothes and locking you in her heart.

Love Contradiction (I). Love me a little more, okay? Because life is so hasty, but if you are willing to stare at me, then I am the stage of this play, with a climax performance in sound and light, and an elegant curtain call in applause. ""Listen to my softest request, love me less, because spring is always too short and too late, because there are too many things to be completed and repaid in this life, so please be careful, don't love me too much, I beg you. "

Life is like this, so are contradictions. But this is the only time in life. Love or not, more or less is your choice. Life is like a play without rehearsal. As soon as the curtain is opened, you should face the stage. Wonderful only once. Laughter or sadness depends on you.

I am very glad to meet you at such a beautiful time and by chance-Selected Prose of Zhang Xiaofeng.

Some thoughts on reading Zhang Xiaofeng's prose: 3. I have a skill, and the sun is better than the top. I refuse to waste a little beauty on ordinary people. Of course, there is nothing wrong. However, isn't it more touching to stand up and offer a cup of tea to those who give charcoal in the snow and watch each other move from cold comfort to life-only the former is a beautiful art and the latter is a pity for the world? -inscription

Once, I saw a joke in teacher Zhang's book, "There is a person who loves tea. He is very particular about drinking tea. Twenty years have passed. One day, it was snowing heavily, and he poured water to make tea, and the tea was full of fragrance. There is a woodcutter knocking at the door for tea. The tea addict was overjoyed and immediately offered fragrant tea. The woodcutter applauded him again and again. The tea idiot asked him what was good about it, and he replied, I was frozen just now, and the tea was boiling hot. As soon as I drink it, people get warm. " I think the tea will jump in front of the woodcutter after hearing it. Beauty is indeed precious, but not everyone has the ability to appreciate it. But why don't those who have unique skills want to waste their energy among "ordinary people" Is it the right choice to set your sights higher than others and not want to live with ordinary people? I want to change this ridiculous story. I want the tea idiot to treat the woodcutter well, so that he can drink and become a warm sun in the cold wind, so that the ending can be complete and put an end to it. Although I have special skills, I can still give alms to others. This is noble, and more energetic than those who are self-reliant and arrogant.

After closing the book, I have a new understanding of the word charity.

On New Year's Day, I will go to my grandmother's house to pay a New Year call. So, I waited at the bus stop early. Although it is early in the morning, there are many people by car. Suddenly, a hunchbacked man squeezed into a crowded bus stop. Sanitation workers with gray temples. Ah, what kind of face is that: sallow skin, collapsed nose, bent body. Everyone unconsciously leans to other places, and their eyes show disdain from time to time. A minute passed, leaving only a few people and the sanitation worker. Bored, I suddenly noticed that he had been swallowing. Seeing this, I concluded that he was thirsty, and I happened to have a bottle of mineral water, but the great difference in identity made it difficult for me to speak, but the condemnation of my conscience kept pounding my soul like the sea. After a long time, I stepped forward and held out my hand trembling: "Grandpa ... you ... drink water." He stood there for a long time and finally looked up and saw me. A suspicious look. "Thank you" comes from a voice as weak as a mosquito. For a long time, there was silence again. At this time, what I saw was not the surprise of the people around me, but the long-lost touch in the eyes of the old man. There are more silent words than vocal words.

It turns out that charity is not noble, just because it is scarce.

After the beginning of this year, I have been promoted to junior high school and I am a middle school student. In order to broaden our knowledge and improve our reading comprehension, our teacher recommended us to read more extracurricular books, one of which is Selected Prose of Zhang Xiaofeng.

I didn't like reading at first, but in order to complete the task assigned by the teacher, I put the book next to my pillow. After washing all my homework every day, I lie in bed and watch it for at least ten minutes before going to bed. This is called reading before going to bed!

After reading a few articles at first, I only felt that the author sometimes talked about his arrogance, sometimes about his feelings, and sometimes about everyday things, but he didn't have ups and downs, and he didn't have a distinctive character, so he felt bored. Prose, is it a text that is scattered after reading? Therefore, when I was reading, I looked at the words and turned the page numbers with my fingers, but my mind was thinking about how to spell English words and whether the mathematical equations were listed correctly ... It was really a book that passed by my eyes and the text didn't pay attention.

It was a Saturday afternoon, it was already late autumn, the outdoor temperature was already very low, and it was raining intermittently; I caught a cold and felt a little headache, so I decided to put down my homework and lie in bed for a while. Unable to sleep, I picked up this article and read it again.

Just open it, it happens to be a book about rainy days, which is a letter written by the author to a friend who has never met before and has passed away. "I don't know why it began to rain for no reason. The thin mist separates the mountain from the trees farther away, so there is only a vast and empty space left outside my window. " "The rain is still falling, and the faint sadness falls in the rain. The grass on your graveyard should have been green long ago, but you didn't see it this spring.

Imagine a white flower on your grave, transparent and pale, sobbing faintly in the rain. "I seem to clearly understand the author's faint sadness and deep thoughts and regrets for the deceased!" Suddenly there was a gentle touch in my heart. Then there is Walking in the Gobi. The author travels in Gobi, and the gravel beach is far away and lonely, at a loss. People are so small in nature ... unconsciously attracted by the author's sometimes delicate and sometimes sloppy writing. After reading it in one breath, he swept away his fidgety mood, which made people can't help but gently urge out a mouthful of dirty air.

Zhang Xiaofeng's prose has been with me for many years!

Thoughts on Reading Zhang Xiaofeng's Prose 5 When I close the book gently, I can't get rid of the author's affectionate and beautiful words. When I think of the thoughts and feelings contained in those lines, I feel a little tired and unconsciously spread in my mind. I was surprised. I was a little tired after reading it for a while. But if you think about it, you should be tired. After reading the book for almost two hours, you need to ponder over each article slowly, taste the author's thoughts and expressions, and have an ideological dialogue with her on this topic. After working for so long, my brain is really tired.

I haven't had such an experience for a long time. I'm tired of reading, but I really appreciate this opportunity. There is such a book, I can go deep into it, think carefully, savor carefully, and slowly taste her words. You can't help admiring yourself when you think about it.

I can't help but think of all kinds of experiments and lectures in Beijing, the happy and satisfied expressions of so many academicians explaining knowledge to us, the Institute of Mechanics, the Institute of Biophysics, the Institute of Microbiology, the Institute of Psychology and so on. Think about the exquisite experiment, think about the scene where we surrounded the lecturer in order to know the principle ... I can't help but rejoice and envy myself when I think of such a rich and wonderful experience, which allowed me to gather the elites of the scientific community and have the opportunity to listen to it once or twice, get to know it and visit it.

Then I thought of the night at Xinglong station a few days ago, the sky stained with ink, and the blue and black spread from the center of the sky to all directions. The stars are hanging above our heads, tirelessly sending us light from the depths of the universe hundreds of millions of light years ago. There is also the Woods in the early morning. When the sun is shining, the sun quietly seeps into the tree-lined path shaded by towering old trees, and the morning wind brings some smells mixed with wet soil and fresh leaves. I envy myself that such a beautiful and incredible scene was met by me and gave me a chance to enjoy it.

Zhang Xiaofeng once said in an article that she secretly envies those people who are "not surprised by beauty" because of their habits. And at the moment, I think, maybe this is completely unnecessary. People like her who can write "Thank you for loving yourself in life" must have a heart that knows how to envy themselves. Such people often feel lucky from time to time and feel the beauty of life.

Learning to envy yourself is an important lesson in the process of beauty.

It has been six and a half semesters since I read Zhang Xiaofeng's prose, and I have almost finished reading this collection of essays in my hand. A book of about 200 pages contains dozens of famous essays written by the author. And my tenderness from the first reading has also evolved into my last sonorous yearning.

She is always extremely optimistic. She said, "The days are beautiful and bright. I love the days themselves.": If the days are bleak and hard, I am grateful:' I have such a good body to bear all this.' "In this case. Maybe she has studied Taoist works, or maybe she is born with a feeling of opposition and defends her helpless life with clever thinking.

It is said that she has suffered from intestinal cancer in recent years, but she can still compare herself with the Monkey King: "When the Monkey King fights with the leprechaun, if she calls the leprechaun's name, the leprechaun will run away with inferiority. When you know who your opponent is, your opponent will run away. " What kind of open-mindedness is this, which makes people who are physically and mentally limited by illness feel embarrassed. Zhang Xiaofeng's face also gave me a free and easy view of everything after the vicissitudes of life, and the precipitation of books will be qualitatively changed, cordial and close.

She is very gentle. In the preface written by Mr. Xu Xue for her, there are many emotional sentences about everything. She seems as soft as water, seeping into every detail of life bit by bit, hoping to compile an autobiography for every bit of life, praising everything and pleading for the grievances that have been ignored, but she never moaned and influenced. That's just a feeling.

She is a hero. Among the books I have read, Du Fu's notes are my favorite. Other articles are good, but this one brings me a sense of sadness. Since then, the harsh bright red has brought me a kind of sadness and unyielding. Zhang Xiaofeng is good at seeing the big from the small, but what lies behind is a great idea. She can write from windbreaker to the vast wind and even the world in just over a hundred words, but she can return to windbreaker without trace at the end. I have to say that this is a skill that I can't reach, which makes her confident and confident.

Her article gave me a miniature of her heart. In her article, there are things I have thought and never thought about, but she lists them one by one for us to think about. Sometimes I admire her generosity and give me a lot of gains. How about accepting the world with her optimism, gentleness, heroism and even tolerance? The world needs praise, and life needs hope. Let this book be my morning light and face tomorrow with endless feelings.

Some Thoughts on Reading Zhang Xiaofeng's Prose 7 Zhang Xiaofeng is a famous prose writer in Taiwan Province Province, China, and is currently a professor at Yangming Medical College in Taiwan Province Province. In the artistic world of Chinese characters, she made many attacks: her novel Panduna is the earliest modern science fiction in the contemporary Chinese world; Her plays are classified as classics and staged all over the country; Her article challenged authority and vulgarity before the wildfire. Her prose won numerous awards and was selected as a Chinese textbook for students on both sides of the strait, which can be called a classic among classics.

I don't like prose very much, but I have a special liking for Zhang Xiaofeng's prose. Her prose is rich in meaning, insightful, worldly, natural and serene, with words like water and pens like boats, gradually introducing people into beautiful waters. 198 1, Mr. Yu Guangzhong prefaced the book, calling her a "dripping pen" and a "famous prose writer of the third generation". Some people say that it combines classical Chinese syntax, western-style syntax and vernacular opera in one furnace. What a compliment!

In my opinion, Zhang Xiaofeng is not only a senior professor, but also a woman who loves everything. She not only has beautiful writing style, but also has a heart that loves things around her. For example, in the article I like it, the sun in winter, narrow mountain roads, greasy rice fields, eternal days in summer and reeds everywhere have become "primitive and simple images", "the road to heaven", "blankets made of feathers of many green birds", "comfortable boxes" and "beautiful and isolated artistic conception" through her interpretation. No wonder someone praised her article, "The pen is like the heat of the sun, the frost and snow are pure, the text has the fragrance of cold plum, and the words are like knocking on the ice." She loves not only the natural scenery, but also the people and things in her life. For example, in the article "All kinds of cuteness", the short and pithy advertisement selling beef noodles, the little gesture of a well-meaning taxi driver, the potato salad served by the neighbor next door, and the philosophical words of the clerk … all these ordinary things are seen by her who loves life, and all kinds of cuteness in life are tasted from it.

Some people say that she started from pure girlish feelings, walked down the red carpet, crossed ugliness, witnessed hypocrisy, and finally achieved compassion and love. It is the love of all things in the world, which makes the scenery and things in life flow in her thoughts and hands, while the beautiful and moving literary thoughts seem to flow in her pen. Reading her prose will make you feel a fresh wind, just like sailing to find a quiet corner of the world away from the noise. In fact, it's just that the heart flows quietly in peace, and every word has a refreshing fragrance. This is the legendary "building a house is human, there are no horses and chariots"!

However, from the bottom of my heart, I don't know how many people have opened their impetuous hearts. ...