5 poems and 3 essays, writing about the rain scene and expressing the rain situation.

Introduction: Rain is a natural phenomenon and a natural landscape. Whenever it rains, literati often view it as a natural landscape. Drizzle, downpour, rainstorm and gathering rain ... all kinds of rain, wind and rain, the momentum and melody of lightning and thunder, it is easy for literati to be moved by emotion and thoughts. Therefore, the ancients often endowed poetry with observation and feeling of rain. Stepping into the profile of Chinese literature, there are countless poems and famous sentences about rain. From the Book of Songs, "Every rain is glorious, named Liquan" ("Erya"), "The wind and rain are gloomy, and the chickens crow endlessly." ("Zheng Feng? Wind and rain), to Wei Zhuang's Spring is brighter than the sky in the Five Dynasties (Bodhisattva Man), Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night in the Tang Dynasty, Han Yu's Early Spring Rain, Su Xiu's Road in the Song Dynasty, Su Shi's Rain in the Beautiful Hall, Qin Guan's Spring Day, and then Zheng Xie's Small Building Sprinkled Night in the Qing Dynasty. Late spring), and so on. Or use the rain to cheer up the spirit, or write about the rain directly, or describe the scenery in the rain, or use the rain to write about parting, each with its own merits. The essay "Rain" with the same topic selected below, two masterpieces of everyone and a kind of humanistic feelings all endow "Rain" with special images and rich connotations.

rain

Ba Jin

After living in one city for three months, I want to move to another more dynamic city. It happened to rain the day before I moved. It began to rain at noon, and the sun appeared through the clouds in the morning. But the "weather forecast" column in the newspaper contains the story of rain.

When it rains, it looks bleak. Although this place is a big port, ships come and go every day, but I live in a secluded mountain, far away from busy markets and docks. This mountain is very quiet. In my room, I can only hear the sound of the tram on Binhai Street below, and the occasional bell ringing on the peddler's car. Trams are not noisy and there are not many.

There are two windows in my room. Open the front window and look out, you can see the sea. Open the side window, and the stone steps at the foot of the mountain are below. Except for a few boys and girls, few people pass this stone road every day. Moreover, the students walked by according to a certain time. Sometimes I get up late in the morning, and I can still hear the crisp laughter of female students under the covers.

Most of the houses at the foot of the mountain are bungalows, and even the buildings are only as low as two floors. Japanese houses are ridiculously short. But so I can see the sea in my room every day, and there is no towering roof to cover my eyes. The boat seemed to pass under my window when it left. But the sailboat fluttered before my eyes like a blank sheet of paper. Actually, it's not appropriate to say it's fluttering, because my eyes can't see clearly when sailing at sea. In those days, the sea was always light blue. The color of the sea is always changing, sometimes white, sometimes dark blue like the night sky. Under the clear mountain, the sea on the horizon is like a bright white belt, or like a light-colored cloud. At first glance, I never thought this was the sea. However, this is the most beautiful sea. I only saw it once, and it was last night. I'm afraid I won't see you for a while. I thought I could watch it again tonight, but I didn't expect it to rain tonight.

When it rains, the sea is completely out of sight. I turned off the light in the room and opened the window to look out. Only star-like lights are embedded in the sky-like background. The lights are blurred because of the rain. Not to mention anything else.

The wind outside shook the house, and raindrops rang like balls on the iron roof. It won't be calm tonight. But these voices make my heart more lonely. I don't like this environment that seems to bury everything. I'm uncomfortable when I meet this. At this time, I am really a little sad, but I am not nostalgic for the past or worried about the future. I'm just sad and angry because of the present environment. The meaning is easy to understand. I am not the kind of person who will cry when I see the broken flowers and the broken moon. Although I will leave some people tomorrow, especially the children who have played well with me for three months, and I am afraid I will never come to this place again, I don't have much nostalgia. Because my heart is full of things, there seems to be no room for personal sadness.

I have a way to get rid of the inner loneliness caused by this storm. A friend recently wrote that I am "the person who is best at solving loneliness". He seems to only know that I will use articles to relieve loneliness. In fact, this is just a way. However, I only started using this method in the last three months, so I wrote more than a dozen short articles under the generic name of Didi.

I will leave here tomorrow. My little book Didi has also been sorted out and sent back to Shanghai this morning. This little book is my painstaking efforts in the past three months. The blood flowed out like this and was sold cheaply. Another friend often blames me for "playing bad" time, and he is naturally reasonable. I also attached some articles written in Peiping or Shanghai to fill in the blanks and so on. These articles are different from the works of Ming people. Every sentence is the words of a living modern youth, so I like it.

I was about to put down my pen when the sound of clogs came from the window next to me. From the small slow footsteps, I knew a woman came up from below and walked over the stone steps to the back of the mountain. Where else can I go on such a rainy night? I think so, too. Passers-by naturally won't know. Footsteps rang lonely for a while, as if even the breathing of women had reached my ears. So the sound disappeared. Then a gust of wind roared through the tea trees and pine forests behind the house, and the rain kept falling on the roof like beads.

1935 February in Japan (selected from Miscellanies at Sea)

rain

Lou Shiyi

Outside the window, it is raining. The rainstorm has been going on for several days. The wall was covered with traces of moss, which dimmed the indoor light. I can't get out because the alley mouth is full of water; But I don't want to go out either. This small world is big enough for me. Moreover, get me away indoors. My cat, squatting in front of me and wiping her face with its claws, was stopped by the heavy rain, otherwise it could run wild outside. Now, just the two of us, we are lonely.

It stared at me, and I stared at it. Its eyes are so kind and kind, full of love and sympathy, which I have never seen in the crowd. Its eyes seemed to melt into the flood, reflecting my own shadow in this water wave. Even if I don't understand it, it doesn't understand me, but we will get to know each other through mutual love. He came up to me, licked my shoes with his tongue and meowed. I know. It loves me. I am surprised that when people are upset, it is unexpected that people and animals will eliminate the barriers of speech, love each other and understand each other. This made me forget the outside world and all the evil deeds in the world. Everything outside is far away and vague.

It is raining harder outside. Just like God punishes the flood of the world in Genesis, we are like sitting on Noah's boat and leaving this innocent world without love. ...

Why can't unique people love each other? I saw with my own eyes a man with a medal who hired a group of teenagers and taught them how to beat and kill people day and night. I even saw with my own eyes that one of their players killed a simple country boy without blinking an eye. Why should we educate them like this? Before they know love, they learn to murder others, but before they have compassion, they will bully others. I also witnessed how people were beaten, punched and kicked. Don't they know that the person who was beaten is also a person like themselves? All civilizations and education are wrong. We must start over, based on love. In this way, human life will become interesting.

The outside world is terrible. Only this side of Xiaotian is full of love and harmony. It looked at me, and I looked at it. We never wanted to murder, envy, curse or slander each other. All evil deeds do not exist. Although we are lonely, we have love, and we can make up for this defect with love outside that can make human beings proud. I really hope our house is Noah's boat. We are two creatures that Noah has hidden. The ship carried us away slowly, avoiding the disaster given to us by heaven, and went to rainbow country, cloud country and rain pavilion.

The rain is too heavy, and the water in the rain is rushing. We're getting closer. It jumped on my knee and lay in my arms. I caressed it and its tongue licked the back of my hand. There is an indescribable warmth between us, which enables us to endure everything, endless loneliness, suffocating humidity and inescapable melancholy. Let's sail and let more rain wash away this dirty world. (Selected from Ye Ji, Huacheng Publishing House 1992)

Note: Lou Shiyi (1905-200 1) was born in Yuyao, Zhejiang. In his early years, he studied in Japan and 193 1 returned to China to engage in left-wing cultural activities.

1. Please briefly answer the symbolic meaning of "rain" according to the information in the two articles.

2. "Rain" plays the role of structural connection in both articles. Please make a brief analysis according to your respective meanings.

Please talk about their similarities and differences in the theme of the article.

[Reference Answer] 1. (1) Bawen: Rain symbolizes desolation and sadness; The rain in Lou Wen symbolizes: ① gloomy, damp and cold; (2) rainy days; (3) Malicious (all need to summarize relevant paragraphs and sentences to answer).

2. Ba Wen: Taking Rain as a concrete example, the author uses the technique of sub-lens expression in the film, describes it from the perspective of "I", and highlights the characteristics of the article through the fragment combination of artistic conception and environment. The opening is "close shot", which describes the town and quiet hills after the rain, followed by "middle shot", which describes the stone steps and bungalows under the mountain outside the house. Then write "prospect", that is, the scenery outside the window: sailing boats, seawater, the sea in rainy weather and so on.

Louwen: Taking "rain" as the image runs through the whole article, which takes care of the author's depressed mood and sets off the warmth of the hut; At the same time, the rainstorm is associated with the flood in Genesis, and then with the "Ark".

3. Similarities: they all describe their feelings about "rain" and their feelings about lonely life. Such as "loneliness", "discomfort" and "sadness" in Ba Wen; The word "loneliness" appeared three times in Lou Wen: the cat is lonely because it can't find a partner and can only accompany its owner; Man's loneliness is self-indulgence, because the same kind makes him feel alienated and disappointed.

Differences: Ba Wen implied his lonely life by describing the seaside scenery, and expressed his sadness about the country and people and the parting of friends. Lou Wen writes about life and thoughts on a rainy day.