Zhang Ailing's Character Description Composition

1. About the world of characters written by Zhang Ailing, the 2000-word composition Eighteen Springs was a cold winter night.

Sitting high around the quilt, my hands turning over books were frozen stiff. In the silence, there is infinite sadness seeping into my heart, silting up, and deep sadness can't be turned away.

A few ordinary men and women, Shi Jun, Man Zhen, Shu Hui and Cui Zhi, a group of urban young people everywhere. I'm not young after playing a little crazy love and hate in a net that I can't turn over for so many years.

At the same time, the earth-shaking changes in China's modern society, such as September 19, December 8, the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, the takeover of the Kuomintang, the liberation of Shanghai, and the support for the Northeast, only set their background and vaguely painted a turbulent background for their group. For example, Shu Hui's life in the liberated areas is not mentioned at all in the book. He left Shanghai and came back, just like going on stage and stepping down. The stage is fixed in Nanjing and Shanghai, and half of the time is polished here.

What makes readers sigh is only the stories of these men and women in troubled times, a little bit of infatuation, wisps of resentment, fragile love and helplessness. In Zhang Ailing's early novels, there are few normal feelings, only Cao's repressed madness and indifference to two marriages and occupations. In Little Ai and Eighteen Springs, there are some, but they are all light and thin: mutual suspicion between two people, family obstruction, and chance passing by, and anything can destroy this fragile thing called love.

In fact, it was destroyed. Different from the legend of foreign markets and aristocratic families, Zhang Ailing described the most ordinary life in the city streets in Eighteen Springs.

Nanjing Xujia's house: an old-fashioned two-story wooden building with a floor and people living upstairs. Today, you can often see it in Qitiao, Sanshan Street, Nanjing. Readers will not think that Man Zhen is a stunning beauty. She gives people the impression that she is the daughter of a small family in Shanghai: old ivory skin, oval face and black eyes with a smile forever.

Married people may get fat in the future, and gradually become the back door, competing with the vegetable vendors in the alley for the price of vegetables. Such two people, no matter how trivial their love is, are housework, as mild as a pot of white millet porridge stewed on a coal stove, and Hollywood's passionate movie mode does not belong to them.

What makes people sigh is the tragedy of their love, and what they can't get is precious! Such ordinary feelings can only be appreciated if they turn into tragedies. Imagine that if Shi Jun and Man Zhen really get married smoothly, it would be boring.

The weak emotional foundation before marriage was soon exhausted in daily necessities and vinegar tea. Bald and yellow-faced women are always angry about countless trivial things, and they live in peace all the way. Thirty or forty years later, they still grow old together and become a member of countless ordinary families. Can readers not be discouraged at this point? So in the fairy tale, the prince and princess held a grand wedding in one fell swoop, so they soon ended up "living happily ever after".

As for whether they are really happy or not, only the prince and princess know for themselves. Zhang Ailing knows the public psychology well, and gently separates them with a pen, so that they can keep a little affection for each other and hide it in their hearts for meeting in the future. After so many years and so many things, they finally met again. After Man Zhen separated them, he told him what happened, mixed with infinite bitterness: "At that time, I always thought that I would meet Shi Jun one day and tell him all these things. I have told him many times in my dreams. Every time I have such a dream, I wake up in tears.

Now she really told him here, but in the most insipid tone, because it was many years ago. "The jun listened quietly.

"They haven't spoken for a long time. They have been confused and suffering for many years, and now they finally know the truth, but at this time, there is not much difference between knowing and not knowing-however, there is still a big difference for them. At least now she knows that he loved her wholeheartedly, and he knows that she is satisfied with him wholeheartedly. "

Lao Du's poem "Midnight is more like a candle and relatively like a dream." This is simply the highest and purest realm of human feelings.

Sometimes I think: Maybe I should thank Zhu, because I married him instead of him, and I looked "completely unpretentious, yellow-faced, always a little sick, always silent when I see people" and "there is often a dull look in my eyes". However, Shi Jun's mind always retains the beautiful image of Man Zhen when he was young.

Cui Zhi had the first love of a pink girl who died young. Because she doesn't know Uncle Hui, she only sees his handsome face and natural and unrestrained conversation, and she will always remember Uncle Hui-at least in her heart.

After more than ten years, Uncle Hui returned to Shanghai, which made Cui Zhi sit in a frozen time and hit the life of being a housewife with no distractions. Cui Zhi suddenly found himself in love, almost stunned.

Seeing this, people with discerning eyes will immediately think of the thrilling scene where Qiao Qi and Jize met in The Golden Lock. However, Cao strangled his body and his love with the shackles of gold, while Cui Zhihe was already infinitely apart, and who can swim through this boundless water and boundless Han? Just for the arrival of Uncle Hui, Cui Zhi hit the ground, moved the furniture, and went out to buy foreign wine ham himself, almost unable to control himself.

Even the cold-eyed readers secretly told her that it was too revealing. Strangely, her husband Shi Jun didn't know-when Xixi looked back, you would feel a chill in your heart: it turned out that Shi Jun had never paid attention to Cui Zhi, and they had slept in the same bed for more than ten years.

The book describes their days, full of bumpy little Lulu, but it is difficult for them to quarrel. Probably because even if we quarrel, we still need a spark.

But they really respect each other. The book is full of satires and wry smiles about life: everyone tries their best to compete for the golden apple in front of them, but it is not as beautiful as they thought: Mrs. Xu tried her best to win over her brother-in-law and sister-in-law, but Cui Zhi became enemies with her after she passed the door; Mrs Xu prefers to have young children, but there are endless contradictions when she lives together: trying to get Man Zhen, but later she feels.

2. Zhang Ailing's composition material Zhang Ailing is a talented woman. Her life is brilliant and lonely, wonderful and barren, sad and sad.

She was a wonderful flower in Shanghai at that time, with a little sadness in Leng Yan. Zhang Ailing is a good family, an intellectual and, more importantly, a woman.

Feudal society disapproved of girls studying, which shows that women have gained knowledge. People in power are proud, rich people are proud, women are proud, and literati are proud.

Zhang Ailing can only add "pride" to "pride". So she is born with pride, three points of talent and three points of pride.

As far as literature is concerned, the difference between literature and non-literature and literature comes from the difference between people. She is still different, aloof and lofty. The emotion and spirit in literary works come from the author. Zhang Ailing's life experience is full of twists and turns, and the characters in her works have more or less her own shadows.

She wrote "The Golden Lock" and "Love in a Fallen City" by herself, with her own arrangement. In the end, I personally got a touching and touching love of the whole city.

Is this fate or accident? Zhang Ailing met Hu Lancheng, fell in love with him, and worked hard for this relationship. Zhang Ailing and Hu Lancheng were the most famous talented women in Shanghai at that time, and the other was Wang Pseudo's VIP. A proud, a charming.

She doesn't mind Hu Lancheng getting married, and she can be her father regardless of his traitor status and age. "Because you know, you are merciful."

She doesn't mind at all. Hu Lancheng will come back to accompany her for a few days every month, and then go back to her home. She said to Hu Lancheng in a letter, "I thought you could come and go with me in the future." She doesn't mind at all. After Hu Lancheng gave her warmth, all that remained was loneliness.

After the war, people's anti-Japanese sentiment was as high as ever, and they tried their best to catch traitors. Hu Lancheng fled to Wenzhou and met her new lover, Fan Xiumei.

Knowing Hu Lancheng's hiding place, Zhang Ailing went to Wenzhou to visit her husband. When I found him all the way, Hu Lancheng was surprised but unhappy, even angry.

He later explained that it is touching human nature for husband and wife to be inseparable, and it is inappropriate for Aileen to be detached from things. His love for her has already burned out, like a pile of firewood. Love comes, love is strong, and anger burns. I can't wait to burn the whole world and have a vigorous love. After love, when love fades, it becomes a pile of ashes, and there is no more * * * and desire.

As a result, all that remains is silent ice, indifference and embarrassment of meeting each other. Even if Zhang Ailing is brilliant and famous, it won't change anything.

Zhang Ailing is really wronged. There is only one man in her heart, but this man has several women in his heart. How can she not be sentimental So when she left Wenzhou, Hu Lancheng saw her off. It's raining. It's a godsend. Rain also washed away their once "love of the whole city".

Zhang Ailing already knows that the most beautiful love in her life has come to a bitter end, and there is no room for redemption. On one occasion, Hu Lancheng had the opportunity to pass by Shanghai. In danger, he stayed at Zhang Ailing's residence for one night.

Instead of confessing his promiscuity, he accused Zhang Ailing of mishandling some details of her life. I also asked her what impression she had on the article "Wuhan Ji" she wrote to Zhou Xiao, and mentioned her love affair with Fan Xiumei. Zhang ailing is very cold.

That night, the two lived in separate rooms. The next morning, Hu Lancheng went to Zhang Ailing's bed to say goodbye and leaned over to kiss her. She held him tightly with both hands, and tears welled up in her eyes. In her sobs, she only called "Lan Cheng" and could not speak any more.

Visible, how much affection for him! After a while, she told Hu Lancheng that she was going to die. People who have seen the sea despise rivers.

After all, I have loved, and it is unforgettable love. Even though there are thousands of grievances, it is really hard to let go, so it took a year and a half to finally decide. The ups and downs of love are tolerable, because after all, it is still sentimental, but without the bitterness of love, it is helpless. However, it is not only Zhang Ailing's heart that withers, but also her shocking writing talent dies.

Even after a long time, she never wrote such a beautiful article as The Golden Lock. In the History of Cultural Traitors published by 1945, Zhang Ailing is on the list, which is more or less thanks to Hu Lancheng.

Zhang Ailing and Hu Lancheng met on 1944 and broke up on 1947. Only three years, but it is a highlight of Zhang Ailing. Zhang Ailing, a hedonist who is good at living artistically and artistically, is also a person whose life is full of tragedies. After your wife came from a famous family, she proudly declared herself a self-reliant ordinary citizen. She sympathizes with others and can always see the "pity" behind the "ridiculous" of all beings, but she seems indifferent in real life; She knows the way of the world, but no matter how she dresses and treats people, she goes her own way.

In her articles, she chats with readers, but always keeps her distance and doesn't let outsiders peek into her heart; She was famous in Shanghai in the 1940 s, but she lived in seclusion in the United States a few decades later, so that some people said that "only Zhang Ailing can bear the dazzling noise and extreme loneliness at the same time." In my eyes, Zhang Ailing is just a beautiful woman, beautiful and diverse, diverse and unique. Tonight, read Zhang Ailing's "Every butterfly is the soul of a flower in a previous life, and it is the previous life of this flower that comes back to welcome this life."

I seem to see Zhang Ailing muttering under a flower tree, and I was moved to tears by the words of such a wonderful woman. Maybe she is Hua Hudie, a talented woman who can't escape the changes of the world.

Her opening is doomed to tears, and there will be her warm feelings. Her ending is doomed to be sad and there will be a beautiful look back.

She said, "I like those eyes that doubted everything when I was four years old", and the initial ignorance and unhappiness of my childhood were summarized by this sentence. The aristocratic lineage gave her helplessness.

Childhood is presented in her "whispers". Should I be happy or sad with her? I suddenly felt a little overwhelmed. A modern dream of red mansions brought her out of the text, which should praise her for her talent, such a strange girl.

Better than her, crying on the eve of her father's remarriage She said: "Like overlapping photos, the whole air is a little mushy."

She said, "Where is the sun?

3. Zhang Ailing (appreciation of writing) Maybe every man has had two such women, at least two.

Married a red rose, and over time, the red one turned into a touch of mosquito blood on the wall.

White or "such a bright line at the foot of my bed";

When you marry a white rose, the white rose is the rice grain on your clothes.

The red one is Zhu Shazhi on his chest. ".

This is the most popular classic in Zhang Ailing's Red Rose and White Rose.

Some people think that her two metaphors are too popular and unpretentious.

Married a red rose, and over time, the red one turned into a touch of mosquito blood on the wall.

White or "such a bright line at the foot of my bed";

When you marry a white rose, the white rose is the rice grain on your clothes.

The red one is Zhu Shazhi on his chest. ".

This is the most popular classic in Zhang Ailing's Red Rose and White Rose.

Some people think that her two metaphors are too popular and unpretentious.

I think this is what I want.

"Mosquito blood" and "glutinous rice" were originally dismissive things, and it is not a pity to abandon them.

"Bright Moonlight" and "Zhu Shazhi" are beautiful things that make people daydream and should be regarded as treasures.

People are fickle, things are unpredictable, and everything has advantages and disadvantages.

The same thing, I really like it when I like it, and I really hate it when I hate it.

Depends on how you understand it.

Zhang Ailing said a story:

A worthless man lives in a relative's house with his wife and children.

Every time a relative says something unpleasant, he always says, let's go, just like the hero in the play.

His wife asked him hopefully, where did Allah go?

"Go, go upstairs."

However, as soon as the relatives downstairs shouted for dinner, the whole family came down. .

I think this is what I want.

"Mosquito blood" and "glutinous rice" were originally dismissive things, and it is not a pity to abandon them.

"Bright Moonlight" and "Zhu Shazhi" are beautiful things that make people daydream and should be regarded as treasures.

4. Writing Zhang Ailing's Perfect Composition Excellent Composition of Shaanxi College Entrance Examination: A Letter to Zhang Ailing

Shaanxi examinee

Irene:

Hello! I don't know whether your face is haggard or whether you are still tender.

I don't think the passage of time can hide your talent or wash away your sad face. Aileen, in fact, I know your heart, I know your inner helplessness, and I know that you also long for a happy life. But you said to life that life is flying, but you can't fly; Life is too busy to be busy. You once said that you can escape everything, but you can't escape the desolation of this life. Desolation is the stability and truth in flying and excitement.

Irene, you shouldn't let your life be desolate. You shouldn't let your life always be in a sad trough. You have to find the flight and excitement in life, and you have to pursue your own happiness and happiness. Air in, spring and autumn, time flies like water. Life is like duckweed, manipulated by the tide, and the tide is surrounded by strong winds ... Many times, it is difficult for us to control the fate of life, but the important thing is attitude. Aileen, if you can look at life from a different angle, maybe you won't have so much helplessness and trouble. Today you will leave us in a different style.

Books are stacked with green hills, lights are like red beans, spring flowers and autumn moon, and several degrees of spring and autumn.

I didn't really understand you until I read your Love in a Fallen City. There is a sadness and desolation with blood and tears in your mood. Irene, maybe there are many misfortunes and sorrows in your life, but you know what? Suffering is also a valuable wealth, which is why there is a kind of sadness in your words that the world can't understand. Think about it this way, and you will find that life is also affectionate and beautiful. Sadness and helplessness are nothing to you.

Aileen, the smiling face in prosperity is easily forgotten, and the smiling face in adversity is unforgettable. I would rather see your strong smiling face in adversity.

Aileen, I sincerely wish you happiness all your life. Because you are happy, I am happy; Because you are affectionate, I admire you; Because you are a talented woman, I read your wisdom, your loneliness, your romance and your melancholy from your words of great wisdom. ...

Irene, although we are in different times, I can't even fully understand you, but I want to tell you sincerely that I hope you will be happy forever, whether you are on earth or in the underworld.

Someone who wants you to be happy.

June 7(th), 2004

5. My heroic composition Zhang Ailing I think everyone has someone worthy of admiration and admiration. That is a hero in people's minds.

When I just babbled, my father was my hero. Because my father can kill chickens and fish, drive away the big German shepherd squatting on the side of the road, and split a large piece of wood in half with his own strength. When I wake up from a nightmare at night, as long as I see my father around, my fear will disappear. Therefore, in my young mind, my father is a hero.

In primary school, my teacher was my childhood hero. Because the teacher knows everything. The teacher taught me cultural knowledge, natural science, how to be a man and the truth of being a man. I am like a transparent blank sheet of paper, on which my teacher drew colorful patterns.

When I entered junior high school to study and live, I had a new understanding of heroes, that is, those outstanding students in their studies became heroes in my heart. These excellent students are excellent in all aspects, especially those from poor families and poor learning environment. Because their study conditions are difficult and their parents are not around, they have to take care of themselves. Moreover, they study hard, can bear hardships, are diligent and studious, have tenacity in their studies, and their academic performance is always among the best. They not only study well, but also care about their classmates and classes and are willing to do good things for their classmates. They shine with the grace of a new generation of teenagers. They are my heroes.

With the passage of time and the progress of the times, I am constantly maturing, and perhaps the hero in my heart is constantly changing his face, but I believe that the spirit of those who are brave and willing to sacrifice everything for the benefit of the collective or others will remain in my heart forever. Will always be a hero in my heart.

6. The 600-word prose of the writer (Zhang Ailing) is full of childlike interest.

Once upon a time, during the Spring Festival, there was a red note on the wall, which read "Look up and see happiness" and "Children's words are boundless". Here I use "children's words are unbridled" as the topic. There are no taboos. I'm anxious to get it off my chest, but I'm going to talk about my own affairs. When the pupils came back from school, they excitedly described what he had seen and heard, how Mr. Dong was considerate, how Wang Debao was late, and how his classmates who shared a bench were deducted for untidiness and talked endlessly. Although the adults are too lazy to find fault, let him talk. I felt the sadness of this phenomenon when I was a child, and I have a taboo against talking to myself since then. Until now, I am always happy to talk to people, if they say I listen. If I say people listen, I always feel very uneasy and bored when I think about it. If you are really full, there is nowhere to say. There is only one way, go out and do something earth-shattering and write an autobiography, not afraid of being ignored. This used to be a naive dream, but now I know it gradually. If you want to be a great man who attracts worldwide attention, there is little hope of writing a volume of autobiography. It is better to write something about yourself anytime and anywhere, so as not to be too depressed. When you get old, you can't copy anymore, and you nag more than anyone else. However, the literature around "I, I, I" will be scolded. Recently, I read two sentences in a bilingual book, and it is appropriate to scold the writer who is too interested in himself: "They stare at their navel all their lives, trying to find it, but if others are interested, let them stare." I'm a little skeptical about whether this is a belly button exhibition, but I wrote it anyway.

7. The 600-word prose of the writer (Zhang Ailing) is full of childlike interest.

Once upon a time, during the Spring Festival, there was a red note on the wall, which read "Look up and see happiness" and "Children's words are boundless". Here I use "children's words are unbridled" as the topic. There are no taboos. I'm anxious to get it off my chest, but I'm going to talk about my own affairs. When the pupils came back from school, they excitedly described what he had seen and heard, how Mr. Dong was considerate, how Wang Debao was late, and how his classmates who shared a bench were deducted for untidiness and talked endlessly. Although the adults are too lazy to find fault, let him talk. I felt the sadness of this phenomenon when I was a child, and I have a taboo against talking to myself since then. Until now, I am always happy to talk to people, if they say I listen. If I say people listen, I always feel very uneasy and bored when I think about it. If you are really full, there is nowhere to say. There is only one way, go out and do something earth-shattering and write an autobiography, not afraid of being ignored. This used to be a naive dream, but now I know it gradually. If you want to be a great man who attracts worldwide attention, there is little hope of writing a volume of autobiography. It is better to write something about yourself anytime and anywhere, so as not to be too depressed. When you get old, you can't copy anymore, and you nag more than anyone else. However, the literature around "I, I, I" will be scolded. Recently, I read two sentences in a bilingual book, and it is appropriate to scold the writer who is too interested in himself: "They stare at their navel all their lives, trying to find it, but if others are interested, let them stare." I'm a little skeptical about whether this is a belly button exhibition, but I wrote it anyway.

8. How to use Zhang Ailing to write a composition? If you are a junior high school student, you can start with a work by Zhang Ailing that you have read, write down why you like this article, what you have gained from reading this article, and talk about your own views from her words and thoughts. This is basically more than 1000 words.

If you are a high school student, you should write in depth. You need to set a tone, such as whether you want to write about Zhang Ailing's language, thoughts and desolation, or whether you want to analyze her works comprehensively. Then use her work as an argument to support her point of view and elaborate. During this period, you can talk and discuss, borrow a series of works by your favorite writers, compare them and highlight the uniqueness you want to express.

If you are a college student, you should separate things with * * * from all Zhang's works, such as petty bourgeoisie sentiment, feminism, the characters in clothing research, the bleak tone of the works, Zhang Ailing's view on marriage and love, and the characterization of characters.

I hope I can help you.

9. Write a 500-word composition of Zhang Ailing, the beautiful god in my heart. The most beautiful things in the world are made up of many people, and I also have many things, so this colorful world is made up of big and small things. Some people say that if we are as talented as Lin, as proud as Zhang Ailing and as gentle as Shu Ting, we are not worthy to be women in this life. Why can't we be ourselves like others? I remember learning an article "I am important" by Ms. Bi Shumin in middle school. For thousands of people in Qian Qian, we are a common one, but at the same time, we are also the world, which cannot be copied. Maybe the best moment in our life happened around you, at a specific time, place and person, or maybe you have been working hard. Like me, we can be quiet at this moment. Am I watching the wind blowing across the lake, causing frequent waves, listening to the melodious cicadas and the rustling of leaves, and I am the only one under the green forest tree? Compared with my peers sitting in the workshop or office now, I feel very happy. Eight years ago, like my peers, I graduated from primary school and went to middle school. In the past three years, my classmates and friends have dropped out of school. I don't want to be with them Then my future life may be monotonous and I will miss a lot. In our backward mountain village, girls usually only go to junior high school. I don't want to go my sister's way. After working for a few years, I will marry someone else's wife. After that, children, husband and family are everything. Fortunately, three years later, through my own efforts, I was admitted to County No.1 Middle School with excellent results. From then on, I knew that the future was divorced from my dream. I can finally get rid of the shackles brought by the backward society. I want to study and believe that I can. In my three years of high school life, I have always insisted on "listening to reading in the wind and rain;" Family affairs, state affairs, and everything in the world are concerned.

10. Zhang Ailing's prose collection "Scenery Description Rose"

I just want to say another kind of rose, under the full moon

Amber horses, human figures and God's roses.

The roses on the stars in unforgettable mornings and nights.

There are clouds and girls.

My eyes are only a few dozen miles from Fiona Fang.

On the grass, dust and tears, gloomy roses in the mouths of wild animals

This is the white deer in five dreams in the snow.

Footprints left by moonlight

Like a dark plot at night, it answers the beat of a dream.

One becomes one and the other becomes two.

Or a long-lost ghost in history books.

Vomiting bright red lips in the distant clearing.

These fuchsia clusters are gorgeous mirror images.

Shine in some people's lives.

Night in Wei Erlun and a European named Poe.

In the distant Kangpas grassland, the fragrance of stamens is puzzling.

Like a little martyr shivering in the cold air.

And their dream of a small monastery leading to heaven.

There are always many things left behind, such as the sea.

Bubble lights, boats that cover the sun like insects.

A hundred years of aristocratic war, the red pen died.

Cancel me, my last name and title

That's me: a minister who dreams of usurping the British throne.

In the rosy morning, fate clothed me with red buds.

Many people must have witnessed all this failure.

It was a rose, praying to God on vilen's sternum.

Like a garden disappearing at dusk

Wild horses galloped across the sky, and the vegetation was like ash.

I listened to the gentle chorus of the flower god in the fog

What ruined me was hope and the moon in the rose.

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