Reflections on my Altay

My Altay is a collection of essays written by the author in recent ten years. Have you read this book? Below, I have compiled three articles about my Altay for your reference, hoping to help you.

After reading my Altay, the book I received this week is my Altay, which has three series, among which my favorite is my horse in the first series. This article is about: a person owes a lot of money to the author's family, but when this person dies, only his relatives can pay it back, but his family really can't afford it. In a hurry. Then the author's mother called the author and told him about it, which reminded him that he wanted to buy a horse at home two years ago, because at that time, the author's family had not dug a well and had to go to the Ulungu River two kilometers away to pick it. It's ok in summer. In winter, the river freezes into thick solid ice, so we have to transport the water with poles and axes. Carry water every day, break the ice every day, and the ice hole that breaks the ice on the first day will freeze again overnight. The author's mother thinks it would be nice to have a little donkey without a horse.

That summer, I praised a lot of hay, crushed it and packed it in several sacks. But the horse didn't develop in the end. We dug a well in the yard. The author imagines that he has a horse's head. He has to move first, build a house in a suburban field and enclose a big yard. Around the yard, a large area of land should be reclaimed and planted with deep and dense forage. You have to marry someone who is also willing to keep horses. It is best that he has a lot of experience in raising horses. Children in the future will also like horses. In this way, I will stay for the horse forever, forever. In other words, unless I really love Altay and decide to live in Altay forever, I will never have a horse.

After reading this article, I have many feelings: I think we are born blessed, because it is so difficult for the author to buy a horse at home, but now we don't know how to cherish it. Before thinking, the author will plan what to do after having a horse. I think we should learn from the author's habit of planning everything.

Thinking about my Altay II: Xiqiao, China, Altay, Xinjiang, is the hometown of the author Li Juan. There seems to be a pure land that has not been polluted by the world. It embraced people living there with a broad attitude and walked peacefully for thousands of years.

There are blue fluorescent skies and deep white clouds. Here is an endless sea of alfalfa flowers, and purple flowers are blooming in deep mountain canyons. There are green fields, and brown-patterned calves are swinging their tails to eat grass. There are two-humped camels with cushions embroidered with quaint patterns on their backs, and the sunset outlines a lonely figure. There are simple shepherds, generous drunkards, girls who play the role of Immortal Laura, and ladies in high fur hats. Lambs are bleating outside the fence, men and women are chasing on horseback in the wilderness, and children in big cotton-padded jackets go far away to buy candy at the grocery store. There, it is the world in the book. Every article and story in the book brought me to the distant Altay.

This book is a collection of essays written by the author Li Juan in Altay when he was young. In chronological order, she divided my Altay into three series: Altay figures, corners and nine pieces of snow, and each series had more than a dozen essays. Among the three series, Altay figures are the most recent and nine are the farthest. Therefore, the more I read this book, the more I feel that the story is simple, vivid and vivid.

The characters in the story are all respectable and lovely: when grandma says something wrong, she will stick out her tongue quickly. Although she got a drug-addicted husband when she was young, it did not change her optimism about life and her playfulness; Cheerful mother, who likes to make up words, vividly describes the goods in the store with simple words, will chase those alcoholics who owe money in the street, and even if she doesn't chase them, she will go home with a smile. There are also lovely children Noornan, gentle young Messila, and serious fat doctors in township hospitals, all of which are memorable.

There is a sentence on the back of the book: her writing is smart, lively, naive, simple, lively and hearty. She is neither humble nor condescending, and does not betray her life and feelings. In her book, we can find what kind of relationship people should have with heaven and earth, nature and people around them, and how to live together. Yes, the language of this book is really simple, but it has a special taste. Those trivial things, such as taking a bath in the bathhouse, attending country dances, giving candy to children and embroidering old vests, all make people feel warm and interesting. These stories make me Li See Juan's innocent heart.

Being in Beijing, living in reinforced concrete and traffic, I have never experienced the life described in the book. In Altay, you may not see anyone for a few kilometers, but there are hundreds of families living in the building where I am now. In Altay, warm strangers will invite you to his house, and I haven't even said a few words to my neighbor's grandmother. I have never seen a drunk drinking around a bonfire, nor have I seen the grand occasion of a horse racing meeting, nor have I touched a lamb. But when I read my Altay, can I still vaguely remember it in my mind? Do you see it? Altay,? Fugue? For a while, it seemed to have really arrived. Perhaps this is the charm of books, which allows you to see a different world from words.

After reading three essays of My Altay, it is a new genre for me. I seldom read prose, perhaps because its language is too distant and confusing. From the first time I saw this title, I felt very grounded and talked about things around me.

The author of this book, Bargay? Vilen thought he was a foreigner at first, which surprised me. Later, I found out that he was Mongolian, which made me feel reasonable. Mongolians have natural conditions. They love and enjoy nature, so it is natural to write such a good composition.

Sky: the arm of the Milky Way; Earth: How far is the earth from us? Water: the waist of the river; Tree: Cherry blossoms miss the cherries on the branches; Flowers and fruits: lotus sitting in a sedan chair; Animals and insects: a white horse in the moonlight. Every subtitle makes me feel beautiful, and the prose is really beautiful.

The articles here are subtle and profound, beautiful and lush, which makes people love them infinitely. The writing skills in "Grass and Mountains and Rivers" are extraordinary. What was revealed? Alone with the spirit of heaven and earth? The affection between cloud and water. Prose is different from novels, without too many complicated plots. It is a broad and natural beauty, which broadens people's minds and makes them comfortable.

My favorite is the grass in the middle of the railway. ? Living is the truth, the premise and the right to speak. The green mountains and green waters will not fall, and the sun will still rise. No matter how old you are, you need a healthy face. ? The growth environment of grass is something they can't change, and they can only live hard in this narrow rail in the future.

No one will pay too much attention to the old rails, let alone the grass between the rails, but the author has paid attention to, paid attention to and even loudly praised these people who live on the rails and are strong in difficulties.

? If there is a grass in the middle of the track, I dare not grow there. The steel monster passed overhead day and night, scared to death, not to mention long. ? The author uses his own psychology to compare these grasses which are bolder and more noise-resistant than those in Shan Ye! ? And these grasses, which I saw at the station, spread as safely as the grasses in other places, and did not shrink back or hide under stones and dared not stand out. ?

The author was stunned by this grass and sincerely admired: this is a group of proud creatures, making their homes in the middle of the railway tracks. It is said that the train flies fast and there is tender grass under the wheels. The grass swayed between the rails and laughed at all cowardice. ? It is worthy of all people's admiration and study to express their feelings by scenery and to laugh at all cowardly, brave, strong and persistent people by metaphor of things.

Yu Dafu said: One of the characteristics of modern prose is that a grain of sand sees the world and a half petal of flowers says human feelings. ? A flower with half a petal of sand? Really too small to be small; But wrote this? Small? Can you learn from it? See the world and show human feelings? Do you see it? Big? In recent years, the technique of seeing the big from the small is often used in prose.

A good composition can always write a unique one? Family? Let's go The so-called love is also fun and taste. Nature is related to what is written; But not the content itself, but the charm, taste or brushwork expressed and emitted through all the content. This is of course related to the writer's temperament. In a sense, it can also be said: prose is a kind of? Fun? The art of.

Through this book, I feel the charm of literature more and more. I should not only learn to appreciate prose, but also strive to create prose to improve my literary quality.

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