Cold weather flight experience

② Seen from a distance, it is like a lonely string stretched on a leaf, which is swayed by wind and rain and years.

I am a pair of ears that grow beside me. At that time, I didn't feel lucky I thought it was music, the story of the waves, and the infusion of endless passion, which were taken for granted. I think this Liu Yin is taken for granted, the acacia flowers are taken for granted, the cuckoos and orioles on both sides of the bamboo forest are taken for granted, and the wet smoke and songs on both sides are taken for granted. At that time, I had an innate idea in my naive heart: this river and everything related to it naturally belong to us.

I learned to swim in the river. I show butterflies and frogs to the fish in the water; I lay on my back on the waterbed and looked at the sky. Between sky blue and water blue, I am a floating dream. I caught the crab, and a little resistance in the gap hurt my hand, but it was not unnecessary evil. My little body is full of weapons, and I have spent my whole life in fear of war. The greatest success is only to prevent excessive injury. When crossing the river, I met a water snake, with its small head held high and its small eyes staring at the strange sky. It also crossed the fate in the unexpected water.

⑤ I made the first bamboo flute in the bamboo forest, imitating the fingering of Beidou (also a seven-tone hole), and blew it to the village behind me and the distant years in the quiet night.

I didn't think it was a miracle at the time. I really didn't expect that more than half of my internal water came from the irrigation of this river. My shallow, simple and ignorant heart takes all this for granted. It never occurred to me that the river would be cut off. I didn't think about it. It seems to have a long history of water. Where did it come from? How do its gentle blue waves and noble rapids converge bit by bit?

All landowners with its wave after wave, I left wet. I take it with me everywhere. I am a part of its standing and walking, and its milk flows in my memory.

I still think it naturally exists there, naturally belongs to me, to us, forever.

Pet-name ruby years ago to go home, I was startled. I'll never see that river again. Lying in front of you is its dry body, scattered with stones, silently telling the vicissitudes of life; The willows, bamboo forests, pagodas and reeds on the shore are all gone. On the barren beach, some people are digging for gold. Three or five children, flying kites, looked up at the empty sky and rickety kites.

Attending: I can't find the place where I swam in those days. The place that made me feel the depth of the river, the reflection of the teenager, the blue whirlpool that aroused my initial poetic imagination, has been covered by high garbage dumps.

⑾ How I want to find the source of death, cry bitterly and let tears revive this dream river.

At this time, it was painfully understood that nothing between heaven and earth is natural and belongs to us forever.

Take it for granted, take it for granted to cherish-this is the only thing that belongs to us.

We are just another kind of fish wandering in the river. We don't want to make dried fish, but we may turn ourselves into dried fish. Many rivers have dried up and been polluted. Love has dried up; The riverbed inside us is no longer a blue reflection, but full of sewage and garbage.

I, how to open the pure water in my heart. Resurrection of the Dead River?

1. Write synonyms for the following words.

Cherish (cherish) imitation () in astonishment.

2. Fill in the blanks according to the content of the article.

(1) This river used to be a (beautiful) place.

Today's "that river" is a place (dry).

(2) The author takes "The River" as the topic, which has the function of (now people can't be saved).

(3) The feeling of "I" in the text changes with the change of the river, and it has experienced thoughts.

Take it for granted → (leave) → understand → (return) → (disappointment).

3. Contact the context and understand the meaning of the following sentences.

We don't want to make dried fish, but we may turn ourselves into dried fish.

I don't want to be a fish in sewage, but human beings will marginalize themselves like the first stream.

4. The following is my understanding and appreciation of this article. Mark "√" correctly and "×" incorrectly.

A. The author writes from the river in his memory, and shows the idea that human beings should know how to cherish by comparing the past with the present. (right)

B describes the details of catching crabs and meeting water snakes, aiming to show that nature is full of competition and everything is facing crisis. (error)

C the author thinks this river is a "miracle" because it brought fun to his childhood. (error)

D. This paper describes the changes of rivers, omitting the process of changes, leaving room for readers to think. (Right) Umbrella accident

When I saw the umbrella, I thought of my mother and felt warm in my heart. ...

When I was a child, there was no school in our village and I had to go to school in a town eight miles away. It's a long way, and I'm most afraid of rainy days. It suddenly rained heavily on the way up and down, and it became a "soaked chicken". At that time, how I hoped to have an umbrella!

Once, on my way to school, I was caught in the rain again. I was sick and hot when I got home. My eyes turned red when my mother touched my head. At that time, I was too young to understand my mother's difficulties, but I said, "I wish I had an umbrella." Let's buy one! " Mom pondered for a long time and finally said, buy us a pair. After listening to her words, I was dubious. Life at home was very hard at that time. How can she afford an umbrella for me? However, I know Niang's temper. She always says yes to her children.

That night, she got on the loom early, stamped her feet, and began to move. The room was full of the sound of machines. That night, I fell asleep with the sound of the machine. When I woke up in the morning, the sound of the machine was still ringing. Ah, mom was knitting sweaters all night. I quietly walked up to my mother, and Chandou shouted, "Mom!" Niang looked at me with red eyes and smiled unnaturally. Tears welled up in my eyes and I said, "Mom, don't stay up late. I don't want an umbrella! "

Mom smiled and said, "silly boy, I want to buy an umbrella." Niang stay up for a few more nights ... "

Finally one day, my mother cut the cloth. My mother looked beaming when I came back from selling cloth in the market. As soon as he saw me, he immediately opened the printed Fu Bao and said with a smile, "Go ahead, the umbrella you want!" "Ah, an umbrella!" I exclaimed and took the umbrella from my mother. This is an octagonal butter cloth umbrella. I open, close, open again, close again, lift, twist the handle of the umbrella and let it rotate in the air. When I was happy, I occasionally looked up and saw a smiling face like Niang butter cloth. My heart is sour and my eyes are full of tears. ...

From then on, a butter cloth umbrella accompanied me from junior high school to college to work. Gradually, this butter umbrella is out of date, but I can't bear to throw it away. I carry this umbrella as if my mother were by my side, so I can't forget my mother and her love for me.

1 I occasionally looked up and saw my mother's smiling face like a cream cloth. My heart is sour and my eyes are full of tears ... My buttery face explains that this sentence expresses:

Write the main content of this article:

1 "When I was overjoyed, I looked up and saw a smiling face like a butter cloth. My heart is sour, tears ... "

What this sentence means is,

The author couldn't help thinking of her mother when she saw the umbrella she had knitted herself.

For this umbrella, my mother stayed up all night knitting and bought it to save money.

Very precious. The author felt this and thought of his mother's hard face.

"Face is like cream cloth" is just a figurative writing.

Mainly to highlight the mother's hard work and difficulty. At the same time, it also expresses the author's deep gratitude to his mother.

2 The main contents of this paper:

The title of this article is The Story of an Umbrella, which mainly tells a short story about an umbrella. From this story, the author talked about her mother and the touching story of her knitting an umbrella for me. The author Sue has deep feelings for this umbrella.

(1) We walked into the Woods hand in hand, and the stream was full of laughter, which seemed to welcome our double shadow. This stream is gentle and lovely like a girl, but I don't know when it flows into the depths of the jungle, and her body is imprisoned in the overlapping thick green.

She can't smile at the rosy sunrise in the morning, nor can she talk to the moon in Juanjuan at night. Her eyes turn blue gradually, and she is always sad. How dull she is! On a summer night.

(3) After several autumn rains, the stream rose several strokes; As early as diāo, the phoenix tree flew out of the green leaves; Golden dawn, from the gap between branches and leaves, goes deep into the stream; The wave surface splashed with indigo glows like a rainbow.

(4) Now, the water is lively and happy again. On the one hand, it is rushing forward, on the other hand, it is mischievous with fallen leaves and dead branches encountered along the way.

5] A small red leaf, after listening to Xifeng's cunning advice, left her alma mater privately and went out to work hard. On the way, the wind slipped away quietly and he fell into the stream.

[6] How happy water is! She pushed the lost poor little red Ye Er into a xuán vortex, making him dribble monotonously. That leaf can't go forward, can't go back, and is about to cry; Water smiled and let go of his hand. He ran away.

Water used to be such a fun trick, but when it flowed to the dam pond, her own suffering came. Do you remember? There are not many big stones under the dam, which block the way of water.

When the water just reached the water's edge, it still casually asked the stone to let go, but the stone seemed to have no ears and a calm face, ignoring it at all. So the water began to get angry and desperately clashed with the stone; When the conflict was fierce, the light blue clothes were uncovered, the snow-white chest and arms leaked out, the lungs were put away, the breathing was extremely rapid, the roar came, and silver hair was flying.

Pet-name ruby clap, a slap gently, all clap on the cheek with deep wrinkles-she is really angry, not kidding.

⑽ Who said that stones are always stubborn? If you slap hard, you have to duck. So, who must weather the storm safely?

Although she won, she was very tired. Chu m: n She was dragging a light blue dress, and we heard her continue to breathe.

When we come to this forest, we always go to this dam pond to visit the water-stone dispute, and it always takes an hour or two to sit down.

1 What stream is this?

How do streams and rocks fight?

Answer: This is a naughty, playful, lovely and lively stream.

Process: coquetry-conflict-roar-victory.

Visit Li Hanrong in the moonlight.

Tonight, the wind is light and the clouds are light, the moon stars are rare, the universe is clear, and Nanshan in the moonlight is particularly dignified and charming. If there is a white waterfall on the slope, it is that Yue Hui is swaying in the dense grass, quiet and seemingly colorful, but it is still. This is endless snow in the sky!

(2) I climbed the slope and came to the top of the South Mountain. It was a flat land, with grass, wild flowers, thorns and stones arranged in a soft line. Guo Guo played the string guitar that I was familiar with for tens of thousands of years. The tune at this time seems to be particularly lonely and sad, and it must be missing the newly married lover. In the evening, I heard unknown insects chirping. Are they talking about the anxiety of survival, the experience of hunger, the fear of death, or a pleasant trip in the moonlight? Besides people, how many lives are loving, struggling, working, singing and writing the historical records of races in their own way? I really want to greet them and see their food, clothing, housing and transportation. Since we have this fate, I should try my best to give them some help. They are so small and fragile that it is not easy to survive in this huge and unpredictable universe. However, common sense reminds me that my visit is likely to scare them, and the greatest help is not to disturb them. Kind land and gentle moonlight will take care of these children who are not in conflict with the world, so the care and pity in their hearts will also be alleviated.

(3) I move on. I saw several butterflies still flying at night in the moonlight. This small spaceship is also flying infinitely, exploring the details of existence and flowers within its power. At the moment, they are studying whether the moonlight meets the dew and can blend the most delicious green drink in the universe?

I came to the edge of the west side of the top of the mountain, and a forest was silently watching the moonlight. Occasionally, the crow of a bird seems to be only half-crow. Perhaps I suddenly remembered the discipline of work and rest, afraid of affecting everyone's sleep, so I swallowed the sigh of the other half-I marveled at the great self-discipline spirit of this little creature. I think its soul must contain wisdom that we can't know. Think about what the world they have seen in the sky is like. They ignored and surpassed so many things. They must have got some mysterious spirituality from the soul of nature. I walked into the Woods and saw a bird's nest hanging on an oak tree. I stood on tiptoe and found it was an empty nest. Some branches and leaves are building materials. It should be the simplest residence in the world. However, it sheltered the feathers destined to fly to the sky. The song "Floating in the clouds" was also rehearsed here. At this time, there is no one here, and the empty nest is full of quiet night lights, which makes it look more like a miniature paradise.

If people really have an afterlife, I hope my afterlife is just a sunbird or a robin, and a few grass seeds and a few dewdrops are a hearty lunch. Then I spend a lot of time flying and singing. My internal organs and soul are simple and clean, flying in the sky, without polluting a cloud, sweeping the earth and hurting a grass. Tired of flying, when it gets dark, I will go back to my nest in the tree-my simple bedroom and study-because in the middle of the night, I will also read books, the mysterious silence and the kind moonlight.

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15. The author described a poetic moonlit trip in poetic language. Press "Example" to tell who the author visited. (4 points)

An example of a slug playing the guitar

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16.② and ④, the author expressed different feelings. Please summarize it in one word. (2 points)

Paragraph ②: Paragraph ④:

17. Talk about the profound meaning of the underlined sentence in the fourth paragraph. (2 points)

A:

18. A visit in the moonlight gave the author a strange idea that he was a bird. Tell me the reason for this strange idea. (3 points)

A:

19. There are two sentences with wavy lines in the selected text. Please comment on these two sentences. (3 points)

(1) If there is a white waterfall on the slope, it is Yue Hui swaying in the dense grass, quiet, seemingly colorful, and surging obliquely, but actually it does not move. This is endless snow in the sky!

When I am tired of flying, I go back to my nest in the tree-my simple bedroom and study-because at night, I also want to read books, the mysterious silence and the kind moonlight.

A:

15. Insects that sing at night, butterflies that fly at night (or: butterflies that explore tirelessly), nocturnal birds that sing (or: nocturnal birds that swallow their sighs), and bird nests (empty nests) hanging on oak trees.

16. Love and awe.

17. Greatness comes from the ordinary (or: the smallest demand, the most sacred dedication)

18. The author feels the greatness of the weak creatures in nature (or: the author feels the beauty and magic of nature).

19.① a. Using metaphors and personification, it is vivid and poetic; Write static and dynamic (a combination of dynamic and static)

② Using imagination, I wrote the author's poetic life after becoming a bird, revealing the author's envy. The deep sympathy of a horse that has been trained and driven.