Thoughts on Reading Zhang Xiaofeng's Prose Collection

After reading Zhang Xiaofeng's prose collection, I feel that I closed the book gently at 1. What haunts me is the author's affectionate and beautiful words. I carefully thought about the thoughts and feelings contained in those lines, but I was 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 a book for almost two hours, you need to ponder slowly, savor 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.

I don't like reading prose before reading Zhang Xiaofeng's prose. I always think that prose is to describe a thing vividly and beautifully with gorgeous words, which makes people admire the author's language skills. After reading it, I just don't know what the author is saying I am glad that I bought this book on a whim and realized that my understanding of prose is too narrow.

Zhang Xiaofeng, with her delicate, sincere and warm language, turned into waves of breezes with floral fragrance, which blew away the sweltering and irritability of summer for me and made my mind restless for a long time.

Open the collection of Zhang Xiaofeng's essays. The first article "Go to the Mountain" and the second article "The End of the Carpet" are two letters written by Zhang Xiaofeng to her husband Fred.

"Going up the mountain" always reminds me of smelling the mountains. I also want to simply "wear a wide robe and go home with two sleeves" as Zhang Xiaofeng said. After reading "I have lived in Waishuangxi for more than five years, and I never knew what it was like in Neishuangxi" and "I didn't know there was a mountain beyond the mountain until a friend wandered back there a few days ago", which made me want to use a classic line: "The most painful thing in life is not that you haven't been to the mountain, but that the mountain is beside you, but you didn't find it." I read Zhang Xiaofeng's Inner Shuangxi, as if enjoying a wonderful and breathtaking landscape painting. No, the sunshine is mild, the waterfalls fall, the sound of water is turbulent, the waves beat stones, the reeds are mixed, the flowers are bare, the streams are gurgling, the leaves fall with the waves, the wind is like waves, and the rice fragrance is on the face.

Reading Zhang Xiaofeng's Essays gives me the feeling that I have a skill, the sun is higher than the sky, and 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 to make the tea idiot treat the woodcutter well, give him a drink, make him a warm sun in the cold wind, make the ending happy 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.

Thoughts on Reading Zhang Xiaofeng's Prose Collection 4 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. ...

After reading Zhang Xiaofeng's essays, 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 on my pillow and finish all my homework every day. After washing, I lie in bed and read 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!

After reading Zhang Xiaofeng's prose collection, I feel that six and a half semesters have passed, and I have basically finished reading this prose collection 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 autobiography, praise and everything for every bit of life, complaining for those who are ignored, but never moaning and pretending. 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.

After reading Zhang Xiaofeng's essays, I feel that life is like a poetic painting. Only those who know how to enjoy life can appreciate the beauty in life.

The teacher asked us to read Zhang Xiaofeng's articles. Her prose describes her ups and downs, and the sentence that impressed me deeply is "I like it".

The author talked about her favorite things from the little things around her. For example, I like the sunshine in winter, I like to cross the narrow mountain road in spring breeze, I like the eternal days in summer ... everything around me is beautiful to her. Zhang Xiaofeng is a person who loves life. She is full of fun.

Teacher Yu Dan once said: "If you throw a raw egg, a raw carrot and a handful of dry tea into three pots of boiling water, you will find that the raw egg has been cooked and hardened. Some people in our lives only stick to their own hearts and refuse to integrate, and eventually they will become hard inside and outside. This is the man who has been cooked hard by life. What about the carrots in the second pot? They were boiled soft and turned into a mass of carrot paste. This is the person who has been softened by life. But what about the third pot of tea? He stretched himself, enriching himself and nourishing himself in the boiling. He turned colorless and odorless water into a pot of fragrant teas, released himself in suffering, conveyed its beauty, love and strength, and changed it.

Life is like a bitter gourd. As long as you know how to taste life, you can taste the sweetness in bitter gourd. But some people who feel bitter and dare not try, they will not taste the "sweetness" in bitter gourd. We face life with blood, and life will give you pleasure. So we should love life and know how to find beauty in life, and beauty is around us!

After reading Zhang Xiaofeng's prose collection, I feel that "the good things in life are often like this, extremely cheap and extremely durable." "I like to believe what he says, and I like to imagine stepping into eternity with him." "I like life, and life is full of fun." "The tree is. The mountain is here. The earth is here. Time is up. I am here. What kind of better world do you want? " Zhang Xiaofeng said.

I have read many essays, but Xiaofeng's words deeply shocked me. Her feelings are delicate and pure, and everything in the world is always beautiful in her eyes; Her love is a persistent and firm love; Her sympathy is a kind of selfless and far-reaching sympathy; Her strength is the light that gathers freely. Thanks to her simplicity and cleanliness, she purified this chaotic world and dirty people's hearts.

Some people have power, some people have knowledge, some people have money and some people are happy. Have you ever wondered what you have? What you gain, you lose. What will always belong to us? Family, of course. Some people complain that they have missed too much, and not all good things will happen to us. Columbus didn't take me with him when he went to the New World, and I didn't receive the reception ticket for the premiere of Shakespeare's King Lear ... I missed a lot, so what are these?

Everything in the world has its name, and every name is beautiful and worthy of our respect.

Unknown is carelessness. Every time I ask my name, it seems like a short life, where I went, what I did, what I ate, what traces I left there, and how much position I occupied in my memory. I have been asking for beautiful names, delicious dishes, a translucent red stone, a mountain, a material, a flower and a fish all my life. ...

Even if it is a struggle, we should know each other's names. We can neither win ambiguity nor lose it.

The questioner is just a person who is deeply attached to everything.

From beginning to end, Xiaofeng is a person who likes to ask names.

Me too.

After reading Zhang Xiaofeng's prose collection, I feel the autumn wind blowing slowly and the golden leaves dancing. In this picturesque autumn, I read an equally picturesque book, which is Zhang Xiaofeng's prose.

Zhang Xiaofeng's language is fresh and meaningful, and he is good at writing profound philosophy from trivial matters. Defects are such a thought-provoking and evocative article. In the article, she recalled that she bought a cheap but flawed necklace, which aroused the author's thinking and turned to express her understanding of "defects" accurately and in detail with concise words.

In life, there are not many people who can present their flaws as frankly as this necklace. People often spare no effort to carefully cover up their shortcomings and deficiencies, and if we face up to these shortcomings and accept them frankly, they will not be any shortcomings. Because only by recognizing the shortcomings can we correct them. The more you hide it, the more obvious it becomes. A person is cute because he can see his own shortcomings without hiding them. Perfection is hard to aspire to, but between "perfection" and "loveliness", people prefer the latter.

Perfect to the extreme, you lose your personality and become the same, but the so-called "flaws" can reflect your characteristics. Who can have no minor flaws? It is these small flaws that decorate our lives. If friends don't know each other's small shortcomings and make fun of each other, their friendship may be dim.

A leopard has large and small spots on its fur. Who says its fur is not good-looking? The stream was saturated with sand and gravel. Who says its water quality is not pure? Epiphyllum is fleeting, who says its posture is not beautiful? There are sunspots on the surface of the sun. Who says its light is not dazzling? Everything in nature is flawed. Since perfection is hard to hope for, then face the flaws and face life!