About 1200 words after reading Xi Murong's prose collection! !

1. People who have read Xi Murong's prose are often infected by her delicate and touching style. Her articles are rich in materials and full of warmth. After careful reading, her articles are unpretentious: weeds on the hillside, lonely trees, passers-by in a hurry, naughty children, these unremarkable things, she can notice, see their innate excellent quality, and then translate them into words and share them with readers. There are no words to push, and there is no amazing philosophy. It's just a matter of expression and logic. But it can stir up ripples in people's hearts.

To Happiness is a collection of lyric prose by Xi Murong. Lyricism is a major feature of Xi Murong's writing. Her prose has poetic charm and picturesque beauty. This may be because she is a painter. From her works, we can feel her innocence. Her kind and soothing words, ethereal and sad mood and flowing narrative all permeate her persistent pursuit and love for a better life.

Homesickness is a theme in Xi Murong's works. The Mongolian aristocrat who grew up in the mainland is full of yearning and love for this land with vast grasslands, camel bells in the desert and long rivers and sunsets. This kind of mood is often revealed in her pen tip, so her works are both beautiful in the south and romantic in the north. Perhaps, her songs grew up from "the hearts of people who have been herding sheep in the wilderness for generations", and it is "the innate desire of nomadic people" that supports her arduous journey on the road of life.

Xi Murong's works have various themes, but they are all in the same tune, full of sympathy and sincerity. From her world, you will feel her love for relatives, friends and life. It should be said that her works are not necessarily perfect, sometimes they seem a little thin and weak, some are not far-reaching enough, and they are too idealistic for reality, but the ordinary trivial things she describes are full of perfection and beauty, which can always touch people's heartstrings and let you discover the beautiful side of the world together. Compared with those magnificent masterpieces, Xi Murong's works are like a trickle, which brings you reverie and sweetness.

Perhaps, some people like to talk cynically about the past and the present, some people like to be affectionate with their children, and some people like to be brave and fearless, but in these tragic and deep worlds, a little Xi Murong-like innocence and sweetness are injected, just like a breeze blowing you, making you serenade with her, with endless aftertaste.

Therefore, I am willing to follow this warmth for happiness to find happiness and feel happiness.

If there is anything that can distract me from classical music for a while recently, it must be Xi Murong. No matter what I do, I can even enjoy listening to music at the same time, but I can't read Xi Murong. Her poems are music and full of charm, and the rhythm of punctuation can always match the rhythm of mood ups and downs. So, just like people can't listen to two songs at the same time-I can't read poetry with music.

In my opinion, the most important thing in poetry is rhythm and imagination. I'm not sure how good Xi Murong's poetic rhythm is, but at least in modern poetry, her rhythm makes me feel most comfortable.

Imagination really surprises me. For example, there is a passage in Confessions: "I can't stop thinking about my pen tip/like the unstoppable spring rain/although the streets will be muddy with rain/but I will also wash the little flower heart of jasmine." What lovely and gratifying, warm and white brushstrokes!

Another example is "If you are a woman picking lotus in Jiangnan, I must be the one you missed under your wrist." . If you are the urchin who plays truant, I am the brand-new marble that fell out of your schoolbag, watching you unconsciously walk in the grass by the roadside. If you used to be a monk, I would like to burn incense in front of the temple and spend a quiet time with you. So when we meet in this life, we always feel that there are some unfinished frontiers, but it is very embarrassing. We can't distinguish carefully, and we can't tell you one by one. "Such associations and metaphors are really wonderful! I especially like the second metaphor. The word "ignorance" is too good. It's just that the subtle taste is hard to distinguish, so I can only experience it myself)

The description of Shi Murong is enough to dig out all the words of praise in my vocabulary, but after reading the prose included in the poetry collection, I can't help but begin to regret using the highest praise prematurely-compared with her poems, the prose is really even worse.

The earliest contact of prose is xiaohongmen. A paragraph, a story. After reading it, I was full of sighs, echoing with * * *; The favorite is "A Spring Afternoon"-besides touching and singing, there is admiration: the poet's writing skills need not be boasted, but the article structure is better. The relationship between paragraphs is handled well, not only the problem of "meaning", but also the problem of "text" (I don't write the progressive relationship between "meaning" and "text", I think prose scattered in form but concentrated in spirit is rare, but how to keep the degree of "form scattered"). The last paragraph is the finishing touch-it points out the "meaning" of each paragraph. The full text is layered, three sighs, beginning and end, in one go!

I also like flowers and rich gardens. I always feel that these essays are familiar, as if I have seen them somewhere. The text is fresh, but the content is cordial. Later, I learned that before reading these essays, I had already "written" in my heart, but I only used my poor, pale and scattered "words".

"In Huang Liang's endless dreams, there must be a woman who likes me and shares my thoughts. When she reads my notes a thousand years later, she will be delighted to find that although hatred and war are still inevitable in the world after so many years, as long as there is fragrance among the grass and the ebb and flow are still on time, all the pain will be more tolerable and life is still worthy of trust and love. " When I read this passage in Dream of Yellow Sorghum, my tears actually came out. If I remember correctly, this is the first time I shed tears for words.

Yes, I like Xi Murong. I believe that she and I have the same idea as many women in this "Huangliangmeng"-in the endless Huangliangmeng, we rejoice in our discovery and believe in our beliefs; We are near or far, but there is an endless stream. And Mr. Murong's ci is a beautiful silk thread, shuttling through this impossible encounter!

So, in Xi Murong's words, I would like to think nothing, say nothing, just nod gently, and then indulge in the first lotus-like thoughts in summer with her.

3. Recently, I was fascinated by Xi Murong's works and read the works written for happiness. Suddenly I want to know what happiness is.

Countless people are vague and don't understand or understand the meaning of "happiness". I think the meaning of happiness is the most common, what is happiness-happiness is a leisurely life. Don't believe me, look!

The happiness of a small fish is that it can swim around happily in clear water, showing people its beautiful curves and shiny scales that refract light. Playing hide-and-seek in the river full of weeds, how comfortable it is for you to find me and hide from you!

The happiness of flowers is to watch them take root and sprout under the blowing of the spring girl; Bloom under the tempering of Xia girl, tell her own hardships and pass on fragrant greetings; As a result, with the help of teacher Qiu, I planted the seeds of my life's hard work. Under the persuasion of winter girl, we can accumulate strength, and under the call of uncle Chun Lei in the coming year, it contains the power to break through the ground and grow continuously. This is the happiness of flowers.

The happiness of birds is to fly freely and carefree in the blue sky. Tired of flying, he stopped in the tree and sang loudly. When he finished singing and his stomach was empty, he went to look for food. On a free day, he feels happy.

The happiness of a big tree is to open a big green umbrella in hot summer to enjoy the cool for people. "It's so cold" makes it very happy. In the autumn when the east wind blows, it bears countless fruits and makes people taste the delicious food of nature. This is its happiness.

What is happiness? Happiness is nature, nature in life.

Oh, actually, if you want to focus on a topic, you can. . . In order to make up for it, you know, disrupt several paragraphs of the article, and in the process of writing, I may be inspired, and then. . . It is often God who gives a sum of money. Okay, okay, actually, I'm too lazy to make it like that. You can try it yourself, because the class is coming soon, and Mao has time, so I can only stop here. Amen, good luck O(∩_∩)O~