Reflections on Border Town

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Reflections on 1 Border Town

As early as in high school, I came into contact with Mr. Shen's Border Town. I was impetuous and immature at that time. I didn't even know that the story took place in the ancient city of Fenghuang, and I couldn't understand its charm. I have no idea about it. I just fooled it as ordinary text. Now reading the whole book Border Town, I read out Mr. Shen's love for Xiangxi customs, the simplicity and sincerity of the local people, and the faint sadness of the story.

In the article, Mr. Wang presented the moist and transparent beauty of Xiangxi with a touch of pen and ink, among which the White Pagoda in Bixi Village left the deepest impression on me. The White Pagoda, which stands halfway up the mountain, looks at the old boatman and Cui Cui's home from a distance like a silent elf, silently blessing them. It is like a harbor for the old boatman and Cui Cui's soul. Whenever they have something on their mind and have nowhere to tell, they will always look at the White Tower with ecstasy, let their hearts bound by reality take off, and tell their stories to the White Tower from the heart. At the end of the story, the White Tower collapsed in despair in a storm. I think it must be unbearable to see Cui Cui's tears. Or, Cui Cui has grown up and doesn't need the protection of the White Pagoda. In this way, the fallen white tower stood in my heart for a long time with a sigh.

Besides the beautiful scenery, the article is more about a sad and touching love story. Cui Cui, the hero, is a gentle and simple girl. They fell in love at first sight when they met. Cui Cui in "Seeds of Love" has been carefully collecting her feelings without telling anyone, even her grandfather. Days flow quietly like a stream in front of Cui Cui's house. The girl's shyness made Cui Cui extremely cold when facing two boys. At this time, the eldest brother Tianbao also fell in love with Cui Cui, and asked someone to be a matchmaker. Cui Cui has never revealed her thoughts to anyone in fear, but she has made her own inner choice.

After Tianbao and Nuosong showed their attitude towards each other, Tianbao was submerged in the fast-paced whirlpool. The determination to send the ferry as long as it doesn't run over the mill is no longer firm because of the death of my eldest brother. Under the opposition of my family, I resolutely left home to explore the world. No one knows when he will return to the quiet teahouse. Lonely Cui Cui had never heard the melodious song that pulled her up in her dream, and she knew nothing about it.

Cui Cui didn't understand the whole story until her grandfather died with thoughts of Cui Cui. She cried, tears bitter, because she lost her closest grandfather, and may also lose her love that has not yet blossomed.

That winter, the White Pagoda was rebuilt, but the person Cui Cui had to wait for had not yet appeared. Perhaps, one day in a certain year, he will come back and take Cui Cui away, or, Cui Cui's regret, like a white tower, will always stand in her heart.

This is a touching story, but it can't be said that it is my favorite story. In my opinion, if Cui Cui could tell his grandfather or Nuosong what he thought, the tragedy and regret would not happen. I think, besides appreciating the simplicity and kindness of the hero in the article, we should also take a warning. In any case, the opportunity is in your own hands, and passive waiting will only make you fall into regret or tragedy.

This border town is the home of Cui Cui's soul. She has been waiting endlessly by the stream. Each of us also has a border town in our heart, which is not only our shackles, but also our destination. I hope I can continue to search in my own border town instead of waiting.

2. Post-reading thoughts on the border town.

If it weren't for the storm that night, maybe life would continue in the dull. The budding love idea may go forward in twists and turns. However, it was this storm that took the ferry and Cui Cui's only relative, her grandfather. Maybe he existed for the ferry here, so when the ferry was washed away, the author gave them the same fate. Life is like this, there will always be extinction and there will always be continuation. If the old boatman's ferry is washed away, a new ferry will appear again. Just like the little granddaughter who inherited grandpa's will, she is still doing the ferry.

There are no vigorous deeds, no many distinctive characters, and even pure love has just sprouted, unlike a blazing flame. On this plain, the author showed us a picture of a quiet life-a tea cave, a stream, a small white tower by the stream, a family under the tower, an old man, a girl and a yellow dog at home. The sun rises, the boat sails by the stream, the sun sets and the boat closes. Like a clear stream in the mountains, like white clouds floating in the sky. But this is the true meaning of life.

They precipitated great vicissitudes of life, silence and sadness.

The beautiful scenery of Xiangxi Phoenix is touching. Phoenix in the mountain city is surrounded by mountains and rivers. Even if the water is deep and can't sink to the bottom, it is still clear and transparent. There are plenty of fish in the middle reaches of the river, and the fine bamboo with deep green all year round attracts people's attention.

Although Phoenix has the beauty of the Peach Blossom Garden, it is full of fragrant grass, colorful English colors and traffic. Single authors have a strange feeling. Looking back, the mountains are still so high, the water is still so clear, people are still so hardworking, the sky is still the sky, you are still you, I am still me, and it is the people's heart that has changed. People are pure and naive when they are urchins. At that time, they didn't see the ugliness of real life and were helpless. See more than what you see in front of your eyes.

Life is moving and the picture is static. Life provides life and pictures provide appreciation.

The rural mountain city is a still picture. It has not changed for thousands of years. People in life are called people in pictures. Their position in society is insignificant. However, people outside the painting are always full of yearning.

As a painting, it has an indelible appreciation value and a strong local flavor. As truth, it is unbearable. Being a person in life is another kind of sadness and helplessness.

Because of love, grandpa worked hard all his life, and at the end of his life, his heart was full of worries; Because of love, girls have a new interpretation of life and hope; Because of love, my brother chose to leave, fulfilling his sincere feelings; Because of love, my brother went to seek the most important person in his life; Because of love, she has been guarding the ferry and guarding the man in her heart who is looking forward to returning day and night. ...

Life is not a painting. Life needs to flow.

In winter, the built white tower was restored. However, the young man who sang under the moon and made Cui Cui's soul float gently in his sleep never returned to the cave.

Desolate and simple, sadness is over.

All thoughts are floating, all mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon are quiet and condensed in the painting.

3. Reflections on the reading of Border Town

I don't know a few years ago, my father recommended me to read Shen Congwen's Border Town. He told me that "Border Town" was beautifully written, and it happened in Xiangxi. I haven't seen it, but I always have a hope in my heart. I know I have a long history with Border Town. Don't force, what is destined to belong to you will eventually appear at the right time and will eventually belong to you. However, Qian Qian's thousands of scattered love relationships just passed by in a hurry. They are not migratory birds in one season. Once they leave, they will never come back. Think of the old boatman's words: "What are you afraid of? Everything that comes will come, don't be afraid! " Behind such strength and courage, isn't it a kind of helplessness to life? Many times, there is really nothing we can do. The story told in Border Town is both sad and touching. It has no thrilling plot or heartbreaking touching scene, but it is delicate and real, like a gentle silk thread, which touches a corner of your heart and makes you cry unconsciously. Xiangxi has such a beautiful scenery: the clear river reflects the messy gravel at the bottom of the water; The breeze blows through the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound; The milky mist floats shyly in the twilight night ... The scenery is soft and quiet, far from the hustle and bustle of the city, and there is a kind of beauty that stands out from the dust, like an idyllic poem floating from the depths of the nymphs. Yes, pastoral, the pastoral artistic conception that has always permeated the novel. I have seen many tall buildings and mansions, and I am used to the traffic here. My heart longs for a distant land. Xiangxi written by Shen Congwen is a paradise vaguely outlined in my mind. People say that human feelings are like water; People say the world is cold. In this world, there are so many people who are calculating others for their own interests, wearing hypocritical masks, or doing dishonest or intentional activities. Humanity should be the sweetest thing in the world. However, in the materialistic stone forest, how much truly pure humanity do we have? It's too transparent to dye any dust. However, people who work hard all day in big cities are unable to take care of them and can only let the dust gradually bury. Honest burial breeds fraud, and kind burial breeds evil. Too many virtues in human nature are blocked in a corner of the soul, but do tired urbanites still have leisure to open them? Maybe many people have begun to forget. Forgetting is not a sin, but if we let them become memories and yesterday's possession, it will be a human tragedy! The human feelings in Border Town are like water, but they are not as light as water samples, but as pure as rivers in western Hunan and Ming Che. While reading, I felt the fragrance of human nature. Cui Cui and grandpa are guarding the ferry together, living alone and taking care of each other. Grandpa realized that he was old, worried that Cui Cui would be left unattended after her death, and always worried about her marriage. A girl of fifteen or sixteen will inevitably be shy of her youth. Grandpa couldn't say clearly, just looked at it from a distance and asked carefully. He is really good for Cui Cui, but he doesn't know that his excessive care and love delayed the happiness of Cui Cui's life. We all need love, but sometimes love can be a burden. Parents will always be the people who love children the most in the world. They put up with hardships and spend their whole lives just to avoid all disasters and have a bright smile for their children. Their dedication is selfless, but there is always something in their hearts, eager for their children to stay with them for a long time. Watching children grow up bit by bit is the deepest comfort for parents. However, the long road of life, ultimately, depends on their own to complete. I don't believe that people who will accompany you for life will really exist. Therefore, when the love of parents gradually becomes a stumbling block for children to travel around the world, and when the love of loved ones finally entangles our long journey, we become so powerless and helpless. How should the weak wings that have been in the shadow of their parents for a long time resist the wind and rain alone? How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? Really, we can't afford too much affection! The whole novel is condensed into three beautiful Dragon Boat Festival in three years. That night three years ago, the unexpected meeting between Cui Cui and Raú l Northon buried the feelings in her heart. Young and ignorant, in love, but how do you know that you are alone at the ferry, waiting for someone who may never come back! Somehow, is there really a cycle of years? The mother's tragedy is repeated in her daughter. Are our busyness and haste really in vain? Looking down at the fine lines in the palms, I was at a loss: we have come all the way, but who knows where the road ahead leads? Fortunately, Shen Congwen's ending still left hope. "Maybe he will never come back. Maybe he will come back tomorrow." The story ended in sadness without being hurt, and ended in sadness. The elder and the elder are outstanding young people in the tea cave, but they fall in love with the same girl in the depths of the ocean. The pure land of soft water in Xiangxi nourishes two open hearts. Love is full, how can we tolerate hatred to interfere? No intrigue, no enemies, mutual encouragement and mutual humility. Tianbao went first, so he said Jeannot would go. The night when they met to sing for Cui Cui was very touching. Raul's singing is as beautiful as bamboo finches in the mountains. From the moment he spoke, the elder had predicted his own fate. We walked with two hearts, but when we came back, one was heartbroken. In order to fulfill the younger brother, the elders decisively left. Two Gemini stars, one at this end and the other at that end. The ruthless Dongting Lake swallowed up the natural forest, leaving only the Nuo on the shore to wait and see. Half of his enthusiasm disappeared with his brother's death, and his inner remorse covered up the other half. On a lonely morning, my parents left quietly, looking for their own way of life with full pain. How simple and sincere the feelings of the two brothers are! I don't know what people will do in the face of their opponents. Is it jealousy? Is it slander? Even killing people. Why deprive another person of his right to life? Is it because he (she) made the same choice as me in love? Love should be pure. He who is willing to have blood on his hands in order to get love does not deserve love at all, because he does not respect love. Compared with natural forest protection and Nuosong, how shameful such people should be!