The Call of the Wilderness: Excerpts and Appreciation of American Prose,

Qin Xizhi

A transparent stream is as clear as a mother's eyes.

In spring, your eyes are gorgeous;

In summer, your eyes are thick green;

In autumn, your eyes are clear;

In winter, you are tired-close your eyes and stop singing.

You breathe in the clouds in the blue sky, the sunset glow at dusk and the stars in the night sky; And left me as a child.

Oh! The rustling sugarcane forest and sweet wind by this stream once blew my childhood dream! I am lying beside you, leaning on my mother's chest, feeling very happy. ...

You are an ancient song in our life-

You see the procession riding donkeys coming, and some suona play funeral music; You saw several burly men carrying heavy wooden coffins and sending the old man up the hillside; You heard it too: the unicycle at the foot of the mountain crunched on the barren land. ...

Without you, who will leave us with natural colors; Who will record the joys and sorrows of the mountain people for us?

Transparent stream, you gave me a pair of eyes that can distinguish colors.

When I am by your side and find myself a teenager, I want to go far.

Send me out of the mountain like you raised my mother!

Selected from "Masterpieces Must Read for Middle School Students"

[Appreciation]

At the beginning of the article, the stream is regarded as "mother's eyes", and then the colors revealed in "eyes" in spring, summer, autumn and winter are written. This is not only a song for Xiaoxi, but also a song for my mother, because this brook once left my childhood figure and let me enjoy the happiness like a mother's love: she remembered everything that happened in the ravine, remembered the "joys and sorrows of the mountain people" and sent away the "I" raised. Xiaoxi is a song, mother is a song, and the article itself is also a sad lyric folk song.

Second, pastoral poetry

Carl Chapik

Holland is a country with water, flowers and pastures. On the green lowlands between canals, black and white cattle, black-headed cattle and black cattle with white waist and blue mouth are grazing. Some cows are covered with damp-proof blankets on their backs. Cattle eat grass and ruminate, sometimes standing still, as if thinking about something. The calf looks like a noble lady and has a dignified manner. The old cow, like the parents of the cattle, is very dignified. At first glance, it is surrounded by green velvet grasslands and black and white cattle. This is the real Holland.

This is the real Netherlands: turquoise lowlands are embedded among canals, and herds of horses are fierce and strong, with legs as thick as cylinders and manes fluttering in the wind. Nothing can stop them from flying to Utrecht or Zfler except canals covered with deep grass. The vast Yuan Ye seems to belong to them. They are the masters and dukes of this free kingdom.

There are white sheep on the lowlands, and they are carefree on the green grassland like a paradise. The black pigs kept snoring, as if to express their approval for something. There are thousands of chickens and long-haired goats, but none. This is the real Holland.

Only in the evening did I see someone coming by boat, sitting on a small bench and milking a serious and silent cow. The golden sunset lay in the western sky, with occasional whistle in the distance, and then silence. Here, no one shouts, and the bell hanging around the cow's neck doesn't ring, and the milkman is more silent.

In the canal, ships full of milk barrels run slowly and smoothly, and cars and trains carry cans of milk to the city. After the car passed, everything was calm again. The dog didn't bark, the cows in the pen didn't make the sound of Cleisthenes, and the horseshoe didn't kick the baffle of the stable. It's really quiet Sleeping livestock, silent lowlands, dark night, only a few lighthouses in the distance glow slightly.

This is the real Holland.

[Note] The author Karl Chapik (1890 ~ 1938) is a Czech novelist and playwright. This article is selected from his masterpiece Ming Shen Tan.

[Appreciation]

At the beginning of this paper, the Dutch characteristics are marked, "the country of water, the country of flowers and the country of pasture". Later, he focused on the pasture and described the "real Holland" full of "pastoral poetry" with kind and peaceful brushstrokes, which showed the author's longing for pastoral life and expressed his feelings of loving peace and hating war. Nature and randomness show the skill of description. Lively and humorous style, giving people a sense of relaxation and comfort when reading.

Third, the wind and rain

Jiapingao

The forest is like a piece of dough, bulging all around. Drum up and sink, sink and drum up. Then he leans to one side and walks around; The ground is rising again and cannot be fixed; Suddenly, he jumped to the other side, constantly, suddenly big and small, suddenly gathered and scattered; No direction at all. Then everything is spinning, the Woods are crowded together, the green seems to be stretched a lot, twisted and twisted, and the fallen leaves rush to a huge mushroom and grow in the air. Wow, the sky is full of black spots, the green is completely squashed, and the houses and walls inside are clearly visible.

The weeping willows were all messed up, but when they were thrown into the air, they were surprisingly clear, suddenly stiff, and then threw themselves like hemp balls. Poplar leaves have changed their appearance thousands of times: the back of the leaves is turned upside down and gray; Turn around again, the green is deep and black. The reed fell down completely, and a broken stem stuck obliquely in the mud, making a crackling sound.

A sheep with a broken belt ran out of the fence, supported by its hoof, and suddenly ran into a tree, and then slipped on its hoof. Finally, it fell beside a dunghill and lost its white color. A girl in a red shirt rushed out to lead the sheep and wanted to return at once, but it was impossible. She whirled around the yard, screaming, only two steps away from the steps, and she couldn't walk long.

The vines on the locust tree can't be caught any longer, so they can only loosen their curled hands and feet and suddenly fall off like a dead snake and become soft into a pile. Countless flies are concentrated on the wires under the eaves, one next to the other, no longer flying, no buzzing, dark, the wires are getting thicker and thicker, falling into an arc.

A bird's nest fell from a big tree, rolled on the ground and scattered. Several birds screamed and flew to catch them, but they couldn't fly down. They floated to the right, tilted to the left, their wings shook suddenly, and their feathers turned into a ball of flowers, spinning and suddenly stopped in the air. They fell to the ground like stones without even making a sound.

In the narrow alley, a piece of waste paper was pasted on the western wall of the East Wall for a while, then suddenly rushed out of the wall and disappeared immediately. A wet cat ran as fast as it could, jumped over and onto the roof, which surprised him. Several tiles fell obliquely like leaves, suddenly fell vertically and broke into a pile.

The duckweed in the pond is as thick as a velvet quilt, protruding, protruding again, suddenly lifting a corner and swishing away; Water suddenly gathers and solidifies into a cone for a long time; Flapped down, smashed a hole, duckweed rushed around the pond, and several fish jumped around in the grass nest on the shore.

In the northernmost hut, the wooden frame creaked. The door is closed, the window is closed, and the oil lamp still doesn't work. On the heatable adobe sleeping platform, the old man was beating his waist and legs, but all the children were lying under the door, happily folding paper boats and letting them out one by one. ...

Appreciation of China's classic lyric prose.

[Appreciation]

The author mainly uses the technique of side foil to express wind and rain. A vivid picture is like slow motion in a movie, showing the storm from different sides and angles, forming a harmonious artistic picture as a whole. So the article describes "wind and rain". Although there is no word "wind and rain" in the article, the author describes that wind and rain are everywhere, and their shape, sound, spirit and rhyme are vivid. Savoring this article seems to expose readers to a stormy environment. Clever techniques and vivid descriptions are breathtaking and give people a dripping aesthetic enjoyment.

Fourth, the trees on the cliff.

Zhang Qinghe

Did you jump off the cliff in order to get rid of that cold and hunger? Is it to avoid the shame of being captured, after running out of ammunition and food, you threw yourself into this cliff without hesitation?

You really jumped down that day, like an eagle swooping down to hunt, like a meteor piercing the silent night. However, you didn't die, a steep cliff seam saved you, and a handful of barren soil raised you. Rooting, sprouting and growing leaves-since then, you have settled down here, day and night, year after year, and finally survived tenaciously and grew into clusters of breathtaking scenery. This is a wild jujube tree that has been swaying in my memory for 30 years, on the cliff of that big mountain in my hometown.

It is not tall enough, and its leaves are sparse and it blooms late. Clouds haunt it, fog fascinates it, rain attracts it, wind destroys it, frost oppresses snow, and lightning thunders. However, Zizyphus jujuba was not conquered. It does not bow, does not yield, in countless counterattacks and howls, forging an iron-like clank of iron, condensing a strong sense of car-scrapping.

Time and time again, it fights and shouts in the wind and rain; Once, it tore the cloud to pieces; It forced the frost and snow to escape with majesty and obedience; It drives away thunder and lightning with fortitude and avoids others-

It knows that it can't become a pillar and a towering tree, but it still grows hard; It knows it can't hide its neighbors, but it still strives to prosper. Unlike peach trees in front of the mountain and pear trees behind the mountain, they are pampered and easy to coax, and their good temper will give you some color to see. Unlike poplars and willows eager for excitement. They occupied a good place with water, fat and soil, so they got carried away and just showed off. Zizyphus jujuba stands silently, not humble, not thin, not afraid of loneliness. Shake hands with spring and have a cordial conversation with the sun and the moon. The sky and the earth are full of colors. Never need anyone's special care and care, rely entirely on their own strength, grow into the life on that cliff, let people appreciate that touching style. It is sincere and not jealous, it is simple and not greedy; Raise your hand to greet passers-by and bow your head to congratulate and bless the winner.

That autumn, unconsciously, it actually produced a small jujube. There is only one, and it is almost invisible.

That jujube is a gift from the sun, moon and stars in the Spring and Autumn Period, and it is a concentrated Danxia neon cloud. Bright red, like agate, like pearls, like a burning flame, like the soul on the cliff of Wan Ren. The moment I saw its fruit, I suddenly had a strange idea: Zizyphus jujuba, maybe it is the heart of that Zizyphus jujuba tree that has worked hard for decades! With a heart, it will have a dream and embrace the world more warmly!

From language learning, number10,2001

[Appreciation]

The author describes a wild jujube tree that has been swaying in memory for 30 years. Consider and show from four aspects: first, challenge the fate of "hunger and cold" and "running out of ammunition and food" and pursue the existence of life; Secondly, it is to fight, fight back and overcome all kinds of disasters fearlessly and resolutely with "clank iron bone" and "lang lang car-scrapping"; Thirdly, it "knows that it can't be a pillar and a towering tree", but it never complains, and always "strives" to give full play to the extreme of life, strong and noble; Finally, when Zizyphus jujuba "a heart that has suffered for decades" shines on the cliff, it does not show off and stop, but "embraces the world more warmly". What an optimistic and precious outlook on life! This article is full of meditation, leaving readers with not only the taste of language, but also endless ideological enlightenment.