Excerpts and Appreciation of American Articles * * * Eight articles, each with 300 words.

Poplar is really unusual, I praise poplar!

When the car is driving on the endless plateau, a large yellow-green carpet jumps into your field of vision; Yellow, that is soil, virgin land, the shell of the loess plateau successfully accumulated by great natural forces millions of years ago; Green is the result of human labor defeating nature. It was a wheat field, and when the wind blew, a green wave turned up. At this time, you will really admire the word "Mailang" created by the ancients. If it is not a wonderful hand, it is indeed the essence of tempering language. Yellow and green dominate, boundless and magnanimous. At this time, if the peaks of distant mountains remind you (judging by the naked eye, these peaks are at your feet), you will forget that the car is driving on the plateau. At this time, your feelings may be adjectives such as "magnificent" or "great", but at the same time, your eyes may feel a little tired. Yeah, it's a little monotonous, isn't it?

However, in an instant, if you suddenly look up and see a row in front of you,-no, even just three or five plants, one or two plants, standing proudly like a sentry, how would you feel sleepy? I let out a cry of surprise at that time!

That's poplar, a common tree in northwest China, but it's really not an ordinary tree!

It is a tree that strives for the upper reaches, with straight stems and branches. Its stem is usually ten feet high, as if it were artificial, and there are no side branches within ten feet; All its branches are upward, and they are close together, like man-made, forming a bundle, and there is no possibility of escaping sideways; Its broad leaves are also upward one by one, and there are almost no oblique leaves, let alone upside down; Its skin is smooth and silvery, with a slight blue color. This is a tree that stands tenaciously despite the oppression of heavy snow in the north! Even if it is only as thick as the bowl mouth, it will strive to develop upwards, reaching a height of 20 feet, towering and unyielding, facing the northwest wind.

This is the poplar, a common tree in the northwest, but it is by no means an ordinary tree!

It has no swaying posture and no crooked branches. Maybe you should say it's not beautiful. If beauty means "swaying" or "running sideways", then poplar is not a good woman on the tree. But it is stalwart, honest, simple and earnest, and it is not lacking in tenderness, not to mention tenacity and honest and frank. It's a man in a tree! When you walk on the plateau where the snow is melting, you see such a tree or a row of poplars standing proudly on the flat land. Do you think a tree is just a tree? Don't you think it is simple, serious, strong and unyielding, at least it symbolizes the farmers in the north; Don't you think there are strong and unyielding sentries standing proudly guarding their hometown like this poplar tree in the vast land behind enemy lines? Don't you think further, this poplar tree, with dense branches and leaves, is now a symbol of the spirit and will to write the history of new China with blood in the North China Plain?

Appreciation: Poplar is not an ordinary tree. It is common and neglected in the northwest, just like farmers in the north; It has a strong vitality, and it can't be broken or oppressed, just like farmers in the north. I praise the poplar because it not only symbolizes the farmers in the north, but also symbolizes the indispensable simplicity, strength and enterprising spirit in our national liberation struggle today.

Let those who look down on the people, look down on the people and stubbornly retrogress praise the noble nanmu (which is also straightforward) and despise this extremely ordinary and easy-to-grow poplar, but I will praise the poplar loudly!

On life

backbone

I dare not say what life is, I can only say what life is like. Life is like a river flowing eastward, it originates from the highest place, and ice and snow are his predecessors. He gathered many small streams, synthesized a powerful Hong Tao, and ran down. He zigzagged across the cliff, washed down a layer of sand and accumulated soil, and rolled away happily and bravely, enjoying everything that happened along the way. Sometimes when he meets the front of the rock, he rushes up angrily, roars, rotates and pushes back and forth until he rushes down this steep cliff and calmly plunges down a thousand miles. Sometimes, through the thin flat sand and the grass in the sunset, he saw the red peach blossoms on the shore. He was happy and shy, flowing quietly, singing in a low voice, and spent this romantic journey gently. Sometimes, when he encounters a storm, it will stimulate his mind and soul, and it will thunder. The strong wind blew him up and the heavy rain hit him. He was temporarily confused and uneasy, but after the rain cleared, it just gave him a lot of new strength. Sometimes he will meet the sunset glow and the new moon, which will shine on him and cast a shadow on him, with a touch of warmth in the cold: at this moment, he just wants to rest and sleep, but the force of progress still urges him to move forward ... Finally, one day, he sees the sea in the distance, oh! He has reached the end of his trip. The sea made him hold his breath and bowed his head. How vast and great she is! How bright and dark! The sea solemnly extended its arms to receive him, and he silently flowed into her arms. He has melted and naturalized, and he is not happy or sad! Maybe one day, he will rise from the rain on the sea, fly to the west, re-form a river, then wash down the stone walls on both sides, and then look for peach blossoms on the shore. However, I dare not say the afterlife, and I dare not believe the afterlife! Life is like a small tree, which gathers a lot of vitality from the ground, stretches under the snow and ice, and bravely and happily emerges from the wet soil in early spring. He may grow on the plains, on rocks and on city walls. Just look up at the sky, oh! I saw it. Oh, my God! He spread his young leaves, absorbed the air, endured the sunshine, sang in the rain and danced in the wind. He may be shaded by the shade of a big tree, or he may be under the weight of the big tree, but the power of his youth growth finally made him break through the branches and leaves and stand up in the hot sun! When he meets luxurious spring, he may be full of flowers, bees and butterflies flying around him, birds singing heartily on his branches, he will hear orioles singing, cuckoos crying blood, and maybe he will hear the strange calls of owls. He grew to the most lush middle age. He spread his thick shade like a cover to cover the flowers and plants under the tree. He produced countless fruits to show the endless sweetness and fragrance of the earth. The autumn wind began, blowing his leaves from dark green to deep red. In the autumn sunshine, he will have another solemn glory, not the pride of flowering, nor the happiness of results, but the tranquility and joy after success! Finally, one day, the north wind in winter rolled off his yellow leaves and shook them. He danced feebly in the air and groaned under the roots. The earth solemnly extended its arms to accept him, and he silently threw himself into her arms. He was melted and naturalized. He is not happy or sad! Maybe one day, he broke out from the underground nuts again. I grew into a small tree, and then I went through the dense forest to listen to the singing of orioles. However, I dare not say or believe in the afterlife. The universe is a big life, and we are a breath in the cosmic atmosphere. The river flows into the sea and leaves take root. We are a leaf in a big life and a drop in a big life. In the great life of the universe, how humble and insignificant we are, the activities of one drop and one leaf synthesize the evolution and operation of the whole universe. Remember: not every river can enter the sea, and those that don't flow will become dead lakes; Not every seed can become a tree, and those that don't grow will become empty shells! Life is not always happy, nor is it always painful. Happiness and pain complement each other. It means that waterways have to pass through different banks, and trees have to pass through ever-changing seasons. We should thank life in happiness and also in pain. Happiness is exciting, but pain is not beautiful. I once read a proverb that said, "May there be enough clouds in your life to make a beautiful evening". The life of the world, the country and the individual is nothing more cloudy than today.

Appreciate:

Talking about Life is an essay full of profound philosophy. Reading this essay is like drinking a glass of wine brewed by the author with his own life experience. The author turns the abstract concept of "life" into a concrete image, and depicts the picture of life, so that we can understand the true meaning of life from these visible and tangible pictures. The profundity of this article is inseparable from the author's life perception. Is with his passion for life, thinking about life. The author reveals the true meaning of life with two novel metaphors from a unique perspective. This can be described as "clever metaphor and reasonable metaphor". These two just right metaphors can make a simple and complicated problem simple and vivid. It is a natural phenomenon that "a spring river flows eastward into the sea", and the growth of "a small tree" is also a common phenomenon from the perspective of botany. The ever-growing "small trees" have gained life and given people positive and enterprising vitality. The beautiful sentence described in this paper is not only a three-dimensional picture, but also a hymn of life.

Talking about Life is full of fresh words, sincere feelings, delicate description and philosophy, especially the accurate and vivid use of verbs, which reveals hearty, intriguing and endless interest in implication and conciseness. Life is born in nature and eventually returns to nature, which is a process of overcoming difficulties, enjoying happiness, constantly advancing or growing, and striving for success.

Because of the lack of struggle and growth, some people in reality have become "dead lakes" and "empty shells", so the author dare not say or believe in the afterlife.

Emphasize that we must struggle, advance and grow in this life. Talking about Life, taking Spring Water in a River and A Little Tree as examples, reveals the general law of life growth, growth and aging, as well as the general law of coexistence of pain and happiness in life, and expresses the will to struggle for life and the spirit of open-mindedness and optimism.

Fishing with hooks and lines

Yu

Last summer, my wife and I bought tickets to join a folk tour group, starting from Mudanjiang and visiting Vladivostok in Russia. The main advantage of Vladivostok lies in the sea. Our hotel faces the sea. Every day, in addition to watching the sea from the balcony, I have to go down to the outermost edge of the coast again and again and watch it quietly.

The sea in Vladivostok is different from other places, and the dark gray mist reveals great terror. We narrowed our eyes, shrank our necks into our collars, and immediately became poor bugs under the cold dignity of nature. In fact, not only we, but also seagulls are wandering on the shore, afraid to fly far. Four or five hounds barked at the waves on the beach, but they only barked a few times and then retreated. After fleeing back, it barked back, and the whining wind was always accompanied by this sad barking until late at night. Only a few warships are looming in the sea fog. When the sea fog is thick, they will be light, and when the sea fog is light, they will be thick. Sometimes they think they have set sail. Looking intently, there is no sign of movement for several days, just like an iceberg. We chatted at the seaside, trying to keep our voices down for fear of disturbing anything.

On a small corner, we found two old people fishing, one fat and the other thin.

The fat old man said hello when he heard footsteps winking at us. He turned around and raised his fishing rod to sell us his achievements. It turned out that his fishing line was hung with six small hooks, and each hook was hung with a small fish. He picked six small fish and put them in the bucket beside him, and then got off the hook again. In less than half a minute, he climbed up the pole again, and six more were hanging on it. In this way, he was busy hooking the hook, and my wife took a closer look. There was half a bucket of small fish in the bucket.

Strangely, the thin old man who was only two meters away from him did not move. Why didn't a fish catch his hook? Just wondering, the water waves moved gently and he slowly walked out of the pole. There was no fish, but when he saw the hook, it was huge. He just wants to catch big fish. In his eyes, the fat old man was busy catching a lot of fish, which simply ruined the fishermen's selection criteria and grand image. Great anglers are representatives of human beings. They sit and negotiate with the sea instead of waiting for trivial alms from each other.

Every time the fat old man picks fish from the pole, he will glance at the thin old man out of the corner of his eye, as if to say, "Just hold on, great negotiator!" " "The thin old man only answered with the silence of clay sculpture and wood carving.

Both of them are mocking each other, and neither of them is convinced.

After a while, the fat old man got up and left with a full fish bucket. He made a face at us happily, but Lian Xiao didn't laugh, and his steps were like the triumph of the winner. The emaciated old man is still sitting, the setting sun shines on his stubborn body, and he despises the shallowness of his companions with his back. The evening is getting dark, so we must go back. After a long walk, we turned around and saw the thin figure still facing the sea. At this time, the sea became more ferocious and dim. The dog barked louder and louder, and the night began.

The wife said, "I already understand why one is so fat and the other is so thin." One is more material and the other is more spiritual. The spirit of the world is always stubborn and thin, right? "

I said, "Good point. But it can also be said that one is comedy beauty and the other is tragedy beauty. They criticize each other every day, but together they are complete people. "

Indeed, none of them can live without anyone. Without thin old people, how can we prove the gains of fat old people? Without fat old people, what's the point of thin old people persisting? There are many fish in the sea, and no one's harvest is worth mentioning; The sea has a long history, and whoever insists on it is an instant. So their value has to be proved by their opponents. It is conceivable that one day, the fat old man will not see the thin old man, or the thin old man will not see the fat old man, how scared he will be. In this sense, the biggest opponent is the biggest friend, and it is difficult to separate.

The two old people are in good health. I think at this moment, they must still be sitting by the sea, like two permanent sculptures, forming Vladivostok in our hearts.

Appreciate:

Fishing is a philosophical thesis. Although the length is not long, it has profound implications. The life phenomenon described in Fishing is simple, but Yu's narration has caused many life thoughts. First, the fat old man and the thin old man are material and spiritual confrontation; Secondly, the fat old man and the thin old man are the mutual criticism of comedy life and tragedy life; Third, fat old people and thin old people are the portrayal of the diversity of human society; Fourth, opponents and friends in life are interdependent; Fifthly, multipolar thinking on a problem from different angles is a thinking method that should be advocated by senior high schools.

Fat old people are lively, easy-going, easy to satisfy, materialistic, fish of all sizes. The thin old man is persistent, stubborn and spiritual. He only catches big fish and doesn't wait for trivial alms from the sea. Fat old people live a nourishing and happy life, which can represent the secular attitude towards life. The emaciated old man is lonely and tragic, but lofty, which can represent a lofty attitude towards life. Fat old people and thin old people are opposed because of different fishing concepts. They taunt each other every day, but their value has to be proved by their opponents. Without one side, the other side will not exist.

(1) The narrative is true and the truth is in place.

(2) Image comes from contrast.

This article begins with a simple narrative ... The understanding of this article's philosophy of life is a complete accidental discovery. It originated from an easy trip. "Last year, my wife and I went to Vladivostok, Russia with a group." The sea there is obviously different from the general sea. He wrote: The dark gray mist reveals great horror. We narrowed our eyes, shrank our necks into our collars, and immediately became poor bugs under the cold dignity of nature.

In the article, the author's multi-faceted way of thinking reflects Yu's erudition and wisdom, as well as his profound writing skills.

Yu's unique way of thinking seems not difficult, but in fact it is difficult to maintain this ability in all his works, but I did it.

Fishing is a beautiful article written by writer Yu, full of profound philosophy of life. Everything in the world is unity of opposites and accompanied by * * *.

In Vladivostok, the author met two old fishermen, one fat and one thin: the fat old man had six small hooks on his fishing line, and every time he lifted the hook, there was a small fish on each hook. He is busy lifting and putting them down. As soon as we saw it, there was already half a bucket of small fish in the bucket. In a short time, I will return home with full load; The thin old man has a huge hook. He just wants to catch big fish. He believes that the fat old man "is simply destroying the fishermen's selection criteria and grand image." The fat old man still sat there when he won. "Two people are mocking each other, and no one is convinced." So the author thinks that "one is the beauty of comedy and the other is the beauty of tragedy." They criticize each other every day, but together they are complete people. "With the help of the description of these two anglers, the author intends to show that everything is the unity of opposites. The two anglers actually represent two life pursuits: one is material, and contentment is always a pleasure; The other is spiritual and never satisfied.

light-minded

Zhu ziqing

Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; The willows are dead, when they are green again, the peach blossoms are dead, and when they bloom again. But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? They escaped by themselves: where are they now?

I don't know how many days they gave me; But my hands are getting empty. Counting silently, more than 8 thousand days slipped away from me quietly; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help bursting into tears.

Go wherever you go, and come wherever you come; What's the hurry between going and coming? When I get up in the morning, two or three sunsets shoot into the hut. Sun, he has feet! Gently and quietly moved; I also follow the rotation blankly. So-when washing your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I was silent, I passed by my eyes. I think he is in a hurry. When I reached out to cover my arm, he passed by the covered hand again. When I was lying in bed at dark, he passed me and flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be a new day. I covered my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh.

What can I do in the days when I fly away, in the world of thousands of families? Only wandering, only running; In the rush of more than 8,000 days, what is left except wandering? The past days, like smoke, were scattered by the breeze, like fog, evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces did I leave? Did I leave traces like hairspring? I came into this world naked, and I will go back naked in the blink of an eye? But it can't be flat. Why did you come for nothing this time?

You are very clever. Tell me, why are our days gone forever?

Appreciate:

Zhu Ziqing showed the beauty of painting and poetry with his subtle observation and experience of objective things, vivid brushwork and the brushwork of blending scenes. For example, the sun in his works is not the usual natural scenery, but an artistic image created by the author. The author combines subjective feelings with objective external things, with both form and spirit and unique feelings, which is the unity of subjective and objective. Language has a sense of rhythm and melody, which exudes a strong lyrical atmosphere in simplicity and plainness, reaching a poetic aesthetic realm. The full text deeply attracts readers of different times with the beauty of style, rhetoric and emotion.

Zhu Ziqing's expression of time with the title "Hurry" is a rare and changeable feeling, which not only contains strong emotional flavor, but also implies interest in life. He is a graduate of the philosophy department of the university. He often can't help but observe and think about social life from the perspective of a philosopher. In many essays, he describes daily life in a lyrical style like a poet, which makes his works philosophical and profound. In this article, the author's thinking about time is centered around the meaning and value of life, and the contradictory psychology of loneliness, passion, distress and realistic pursuit revealed in this period certainly represents the general psychological state of young intellectuals who pursued progress but could not find a way out for a while during the May Fourth Movement, reflecting the state of mind of the times, but his attitude towards life is to cherish, love and inspire. Because Zhu Ziqing strives for the true interest of life and has new insights, his works will be full of rational interest and make people alert.

In a hurry, the style is euphemistic, smooth, light and long. The full text is short in length, simple in structure and short in sentence patterns. Swallow, willow, light smoke, breeze, mist, Chuyang, steaming, gossamer and other words are erratic and clever, and the artistic conception is clear. The whole text appears harmonious and symmetrical, which is consistent with the subtle flow of the author's pursuit of the traces of the passage of time to express his thoughts and feelings.

gingkgo

Guo Moruo

Ginkgo, I miss you. I don't know why you are also called Gongsun Shu. But most people call you ginkgo, which is easy to understand.

I know, your characteristics don't care that you have this kind of apricot-like fruit, the skin is as white as silver and the nucleolus is rich in nutrition-needless to say, this is enough for your characteristics.

But most people don't know that you are the oldest and most advanced flowering plant. Your pollen and ovules behave like animals, and you are a treasure preserved by human beings.

You can't exist in nature, but you still stand upright, singing the triumph of human victory in space. You saint of the East, you living monument to China culture, you only have it in China, but most people don't seem to know it.

I have been to Japan, and Japan has you, but you are obviously an overseas Chinese in Japan. China culture has existed in Japan for as long as you have lived in Japan.

You really should be called the national tree of China. I like you, especially you.

But not because you are a specialty of China, but because you are beautiful, true and kind.

How straight your stems are, how vigorous your branches are, how green, how clean and how delicate your fan leaves are!

In summer, how many temples have been crowned with towering clouds, and how many working people have been crowned with cool canopies.

Although the phoenix tree has your straight end, it is not as strong as you;

Poplar is lush but not solemn.

The smoky wind will charm you, and birds will come to song for you; God's Hundreds of Gods-If there are God's Hundreds of Gods, I believe that whenever the moon is empty, they will come to the party at your feet.

Autumn comes, butterflies die, your green leaves will turn golden yellow, and butterflies will fly out of the garden.

Aren't you a clever magician? But you don't have the kind of Jianghu atmosphere that makes people hide their noses.

When you are free from everything and your branches are propped up in space, you are not ashamed of cold wind, frost and snow.

You didn't give in to your attitude at all, but you didn't despair; Your virtue is as barren as music, but you are not proud; Your taboo seems to be "detachment". You care about all the vegetation, you care about everything, but you don't hide it.

Isn't your fruit nourishing people, your sturdy wooden equipment, or your fallen leaves an excellent fuel for starting a fire?

But I'm a little strange: strangely, everyone in China seems to have forgotten you for a long time, as if from ancient times.

I can't find your name in China's classics. I seldom see China poets praising your poems, and I seldom see China painters describing your paintings.

What the hell is going on here? You are the eternal witness of China culture. Don't you find it strange?

Ginkgo biloba, the people of China have forgotten you. Although everyone is eating your ginkgo, everyone likes to eat your ginkgo, but I really forgot about you.

There are people in the world who can't tell, but they have never forgotten your example for so long.

Really, isn't the capital the first good area? But I seldom see your shadow; Why are acacia trees all over the street and eucalyptus trees all over the garden?

I miss you so much, Ginkgo! I hope you don't forget China.

A little dangerous. I am afraid that if you are unhappy, you will disappear from the land of China.

In the airspace of China, you will never hear your songs praising life.

Ginkgo biloba, I really hope that people in China will worship you more one day and eat more ginkgo biloba.

Appreciate:

"Ginkgo, I miss you!" The deep call drew people's thoughts to that hard War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression era. Guo Moruo's Ginkgo biloba is a scientific and combative literary prose. When we praise "Ginkgo biloba", we praise the long history and culture of our country, and praise the bold quality and noble sentiment of the revolutionary pioneers. When we praise "Ginkgo biloba", we praise the integrity of revolutionary comrades at the critical moment in history. When we praise Ginkgo biloba, we praise that the writer left us such good prose-valuable ideological wealth and cultural wealth.

The author doesn't just write ginkgo. In his works, the beautiful ginkgo is the representative of the people in China and China. The author says that it is ancient, beautiful, true and good, and it is precisely in praise of the long history of our motherland, which is beautiful, true and good. Then I wrote that Ginkgo biloba is vigorous, tall and straight, firm, solemn, rough and free and easy ... Isn't this the integrity, strength and unyielding that a China person should have? But the author wrote "I miss you" at the beginning, which means that Ginkgo biloba is gradually disappearing in people's memories and thoughts. Not only Ginkgo biloba, but also the integrity and strength of China people, all kinds of virtues that have been passed down for thousands of years are disappearing and dying. The author's regret and helplessness are reflected here, and "acacia trees all over the street", "acacia trees all over the yard" and "overseas Chinese in Japan" are just satires and attacks on those who blindly follow foreigners, worship foreigners and be traitors and lackeys, just like forgetting the beautiful and ancient ginkgo and conniving at acacia trees. "Although everyone is eating your ginkgo, everyone likes to eat your ginkgo, but I really forgot you." This sentence satirizes the traitors again and again, criticizes those who, as China people, are nurtured and nourished by China, but forget that they are descendants of China people ... in sharp contrast to the integrity and firmness of Ginkgo biloba in the last article.

1. Stand (Wen Jun)

You only choose one posture in your life-standing.

When the wind blows, you refuse to fall; On the day of heavy snow, you refused to give in; At the moment when the flood raged, you refused to bow your head; At dusk, with the knife and axe in hand, you refused to bend down. A tree, in the long river of years, writes the life of a hero.

In the vast desert, a tree stands upright and is a monument; Towering green hills, thousands of trees stand upright, is a great wall; On the long river bank, all the trees stand upright and are a dragon; The tree of youth sings eternal sincerity in the tide of the times.

Stand up and give the earth a shade; Stand and give the river a drop of purity; Stand up and give a greeting to life; Standing, give the city a ray of warmth. Regardless of honor or disgrace, regardless of gains or losses, stand for a lifetime, just to repay the kindness of the soil and prove the rock-solid spirit of life.

People, standing with trees, is an irresistible force and a miracle that shakes the earth!

Appreciate:

This paper is about a poetic but resolute brushwork, a deeply touching and chilling state of mind.

It is better to write trees than people; It is better to write about a person than to write about a posture of being. In the world of mortals, people sometimes need to persist and be unyielding, otherwise, we will lose ourselves in the vast space and time.

2. I yearn for (Yang Zimin)

What do you crave? I often ask myself this question and sometimes I get tongue-tied. The joys and pains of the world evaporate on the earth, condense into clouds in the sky of the soul, or shed showers or pour snowstorms. This sweet and bitter water is sucked by the root of the soul, giving birth to a desire, just like the root of a tree, stretching its branches, sticking out of the ground and reaching into the sky to spy out a world that has never been seen in the soil and pursue the green leaves, flowers and fruits that contain the secrets of the future.

Is this a desirable role? -Yes. Yearning for and living together. Desire is a form of life. I have missed Ganxin countless times, and each petal changes with the time sequence of missing, sprouting-falling, falling-sprouting. So, I continue to yearn for it.

I know that if there is no yearning for life, it is lifeless, equal to stillbirth, equal to premature aging, equal to withering, whether it is a tree or a person.