Modern narrative prose

Narrative prose focuses on reflecting the essence of things from the development and changes of narrative characters and events, and has factors such as time, place, characters and events. The following is the modern classic narrative prose I brought to you for your appreciation.

Modern classic narrative prose: the shock of the soul

A few days ago, I participated in the publication of Handprints: Our Anti-Japanese War Veterans in Fu Zi. I think I should write something, because I directly participated in the writing process of this book, and I have been moved and shocked by a spirit, which is the spirit of anti-Japanese war and national spirit.

I haven't written this subject for a long time. At first, I felt a little unfamiliar, but the touching scenes I could write directly hit my heart, making my brushwork smart and natural, recording and recalling their touching stories on the battlefield of bloody battles. People who have lived in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression for 70 years and made great sacrifices for that war are still alive today, with an average age of over 90. When they were young, they fought bloody battles with the Japanese invaders and survived. Now that I am old, I still can't forget those eventful years and those stories of weeping blood, and we accept them gladly.

The whole interview process was filled with emotion: some anti-Japanese war veterans were lying in hospital beds, and when they heard that they were going to write anti-Japanese war stories, they immediately came to the spirit and insisted on staying up late for interviews; Some anti-Japanese war veterans have been recuperating at home because of illness, lying in bed and trying to cheer up for interviews; Some legs can't walk, let the children help and insist on being interviewed; Some people are too old to remember the story of the Anti-Japanese War, and their language expression is not clear, so let their wives, children and daughters-in-law take it? Translation? We must also strive to slowly recall the years of the war of resistance; Some old people are deaf and can't hear the intention of the interview clearly, so they simply tell their experiences of participating in the Anti-Japanese War. When we asked these anti-Japanese war veterans to press their fingerprints, they stretched out a pair of chapped and mottled hands, some with only three or two fingers left, some stuck together by bullets, some performed how to shoot with their disabled hands, and we could not bear to look at them, and some solemnly saluted us with their disabled right hands. We were all very moved. Later, I thought, that's how they fought bayonets with the Japanese aggressors; Grenade is thrown at the enemy with such a hand; It was with such hands that he climbed the enemy's bunker and lifted the explosive charge; It is such a pair of hands that pulled the trigger at the enemy; It is this pair of stout and powerful hands, it is this pair of bent and deformed hands that defended the territory of the motherland, held up the independence and liberation of the Chinese nation, and ushered in the birth of * * * and China. Starting with handprints, this paper discusses the unique experiences and lives of the elderly in these centuries. A handprint is not only an image interpretation of an individual's life password, but also an appropriate footnote for a unique life experience. Behind every handprint, there is a story and a tragic experience. These stories and experiences are very touching.

Among the 205 anti-Japanese war figures we interviewed, 74 were cadres, 42 were old party member and 89 were veterans. Among them: Gao Chuanxi, the party's underground traffic police; Zhang Jingli received by Chairman Mao; Did you shout? Do you want to fight without fear of death? Guo Weihua; Wang Linzhi, an orphan who participated in the Anti-Japanese War; Bai Huimin is wearing a clever big braid; There is a battle-hardened ginger; There is an underground young pioneer Li Jinshi; There is a machine gunner Li Huanxiang who is not afraid of death; There is a female warrior in "Blood Spill"; Jing Cui Zhi, a female soldier who is useful to the stubborn enemy; Three touched the nose of death? Shiji Ji; what's up King Shi Lei? Zhang; There is a Kuang Guangxian who can never leave the bugle; what's up A narrow escape? Wang Xuetai; Is there anyone who is good at blowing up bunkers? Professional households? Li Yanzhen; Kill Li Xiushan of the little devil with a shovel; Sun Hongxun who left shrapnel on his head for 70 years; Is there a so-called Jiaodong Military Region? Clairvoyance? 、? Clairaudient? Zhang Shijing; There is a sharpshooter forest that scares the enemy, and there are many stories, one history after another and one hero after another!

The pen in my hand? Hey hey hey? fast-response recorder

Wenyou's camera? Kaka? Keep taking pictures

My heart? Bang bang bang bang? I am excited to think of every moment and every detail experienced by the anti-Japanese war veterans.

The reporter's camera recorded an exciting interview.

Wang Linzhi is from Zhaoxian Village, Zhu Qiao, Laizhou City. His mother died of illness when he was 1 1. Two years later, my father, who had been tired for half his life, passed away. Since then, Wang Linzhi and four younger brothers and sisters have become orphans. In that turbulent era, the elderly grandparents were unable to raise five orphans and had no choice but to sell Wang Linzhi's two sisters. 1940, in order to support his family, Wang Linzhi, who was only 13 years old, went to Tianjin Iron Works as a child laborer with adults and worked as a coolie at the dock. During this period, Wang Linzhi witnessed the cruel atrocities of the Japanese invaders oppressing the people and came up with the idea of joining the Eighth Route Army to fight the devils. 1August, 945, Wang Linzhi gloriously joined the Eighth Route Army.

After joining the army, Wang Linzhi was brave and good at fighting. In the battle against Guti stronghold in wei county, Shandong Province, he braved the enemy's crazy shooting, stepped on a ladder to break through the enemy's defense lines, broke into the enemy's command post, and ensured the victory of the battle. In the battle to liberate Pingdu City, as a commando, he picked up the explosive charge and braved the enemy's bullets to blow up the southeast bunker group with perfect defense facilities, ensuring the smooth liberation of Pingdu City by the troops. Once in the battle to liberate Changyi City, the blasting groups we sent one after another failed. At the critical moment, Wang Linzhi rushed up. He tied the explosive charge to a bamboo pole, climbed to the shooting angle of the bunker under the cover of fire, raised the bamboo pole and pushed the explosive charge into the shooting hole. The enemy in the bunker pushed hard, and Wang Linzhi pushed the lower end of the bamboo pole with his feet. Just before the explosion, he turned over and rolled away. Just listening? There was a loud bang and the bunker collapsed in half. The remaining enemies continued to fire. Wang Linzhi risked his life to carry out the second blasting, and finally cleared the obstacles to progress and won the whole battle.

Sun Hongxun comes from Sun Jiahui Village, Ren Zhao Town, pingdu city. 1938, after the Japanese invaded Pingdu, they set up strongholds in Liujiazhuang and Guxian near his village, forcibly took away migrant workers and robbed property, which aroused the deep hatred of young Sun Hongxun. He is determined to join the army and defend his country. In order to be a soldier, Sun Hongxun learned to play native guns with adults from an early age, and he developed a good marksmanship from an early age, which is precisely because of this good marksmanship. 1943, Sun Hongxun, who just turned 15 years old, became a? Xiaoba Road? In the 3rd Battalion of Nanhai Command, I first served as the guard of the battalion commander, and later as the communication monitor.

Once, the colonel ordered Sun Hongxun's 3rd Battalion to support Jiaoxian Anti-Japanese Armed Forces. Before dawn, he must arrive in Jiaoxian, ambush behind a dam, stop the Japanese and puppet attacks, and the whole battalion will arrive in time to stand by. Early in the morning, I found the enemy. Wait for the Japanese and puppet troops to approach, battalion commander? Bang, bang? Two guns, and then shouted:? Comrades, fight! ? Qi opened fire on the Japanese and puppet troops, and the two sides fought fiercely. Sun Hongxun killed four Japanese devils with his precise marksmanship. The battle was inextricably linked, and the Japanese and Puppet Army reinforcements came from the southeast, set up three machine guns and started shooting. The enemy is strong and I am weak, and I am outnumbered. The battalion commander immediately ordered the ninth company to cover, and the seventh and eighth companies retreated. In this battle, Jiu Lian made great sacrifices, only one survived. After this war, the 3rd Battalion, which lost troops, was attacked by the Japanese again in the south of Dazeshan, and the 8th Company suffered heavy losses, only one deputy company commander and correspondent survived. Sun Hongxun said sadly: It's sad to see only one company left after three companies! ?

1946 On the third day of the first month, Sun Hongxun joined the army to fight in Pudong, Jimo, and sent two wild guns to the troops. Wild guns fired at two enemy blockhouses, and one of them knocked them down. Sun Hongxun and his comrades are hiding nearby. When you see where the enemy is going, go after him. Sun Hongxun recalled:? At about midnight, suddenly, the enemy fired a shell. I couldn't see anything, so I fumbled. At that time, two fingers had been knocked off, and I didn't feel any pain. I'm numb with pain. My finger is attached to only one piece of skin. I made a profit at once, and then I fainted. When I woke up, I found that I had been carried off the battlefield. ? In the interview, Sun Hongxun also gestured to shoot with his disabled right hand, and his wife sitting on the side added:? He is a good shooter! Even now, the old people around him often praise his marksmanship. ?

Sun Hongxun was also injured on the right side of his head and forehead, and there was still a piece of shrapnel in his skull. I tried it with my hand and it felt hard. I asked him: Didn't go to the hospital to take it out, the old man said helplessly: I went to the 89th Division of the People's Liberation Army and other big hospitals to ask experts to check it out, because my life was in danger, I didn't dare to take it. ? In this way, this shrapnel remained in Sun Hongxun's head for 70 years.

The old man participated in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, was injured and shed blood, but he never made meritorious service or won a prize. He said: At that time, I just wanted to fight the Japanese devils, but I didn't make meritorious deeds and didn't intend to come back alive. ? He was still like this until later. He returned to the village as a branch secretary for seven years, and the spirit of the war of resistance continued on him, maintaining the spirit of the war of resistance. Have no regrets in life, be an unsung hero and always be a veteran.

Jiang is a native of Jiangzhuang Village in the north of Pingdu City. 1948 In February, Jiang, who had just turned 18 years old, joined the Eighth Route Army, and he encountered a fierce battle as soon as he joined the army. One day in March this year, his 2nd Battalion received an order from its superior to ambush Tashan in Zhaoyuan County.

Before dawn, the team ambushed on the hillside. At dawn, more than 200 demons were found coming triumphantly in four cars. The local people entered the ambush circle and only heard the commander give the order: Fight! ? A fierce ambush began. More than 200 devils all jumped out of the car to seize the terrain, and some used cars as cover to fight back. The two sides are in a stalemate. With the sound of the charge, Jiang and his comrades rushed to the enemy group with bayonets and launched a life-and-death struggle with the enemy. I saw an evil man suddenly stab a gun. Jiang, who was quick-eyed and quick-footed, used a bayonet first, then stabbed the enemy, and the bayonet plunged into the chest of the devil. At this time, another devil rushed over and stabbed him. He couldn't dodge, and his forehead was scratched by the devil, bleeding profusely. He endured the pain and stabbed the devil in the heart with a gun. When the devil saw that he was as fierce as a madman, he turned around and ran away in fear. Jiang took the opportunity to pull the trigger with a gun and wiped out the devil with one shot. At this time, his face was covered with blood, and a man rushed to the enemy and stabbed another devil. The ambush battle was won, and the Japanese puppet troops were everywhere. Jiang, 17 years old, wiped out three devils by one person and won the third class merit. Because of his bravery, he soon became Jiang's monitor.

The stories of anti-Japanese war veterans are endless. This is just a microcosm of Pingdu's war of resistance, which deeply touched me. Many anti-Japanese war stories have been moving and inspiring me. The earth-shattering and tear-jerking heroic feats of the anti-Japanese war veterans shocked my heart.

Modern Classic Narrative Prose: Frogs and Fireflies in Summer Night

A few days ago, my wife and I went for a walk in the botanical garden. Walking along the banks of Xianhe River under the neon lights, we suddenly heard the croak of frogs and the croak of unknown insects in the long river. We can't help but stop and listen. Frogs and drums burst, and various insects buzzed. At this time, my wife may not agree, but I joked that the sound of insects accompanied by frogs is like a chorus in a botanical garden. ? This long-lost croak beat my heart, evoked my repeated feelings, and brought me to the summer night when frogs croak and fireflies dance in the countryside.

Frogs, fireflies and flying insects on summer nights in the countryside are scenes that I will never forget. When I was a child, I enjoyed the cool in the street with my family and friends. I heard a sweet croak from time to time in Li Donghe, in front of the house and behind Tanobe. I asked my grandmother curiously: Grandma, why do frogs make such noises? Grandma smiled first, and then told me a story thoughtfully: once upon a time, there were no frogs in rivers and fields. Once, an old man and his wife crossed the river and suddenly there was a flood. The river rose and washed away the old man's walking stick and the old lady's coat. The old man kept shouting his? A stick? The old lady shouted at her? Jacket? Chasing along the river, the old couple was washed away by the river and drowned. Finally, they became two frogs, a male and a female, who kept barking? Stick, jacket? Flourishing development, the more frogs breed, the louder they cry, and the more beautiful frogs croak today.

When I was a child, I heard grandma tell the story of frogs croaking, which was very interesting. Then listen carefully and tell the frog to croak. Stick, jacket? Voice, I really like it. I feel comfortable. Hold my breath and listen for a while. Sometimes frogs croak in the East River, and sometimes frogs croak in the nearby fields, just like frogs croak, to see who croak well and loudly. Sometimes the sounds of frogs gather around, as if it were a frog concert. Both are the same, but both are different. For decades, I couldn't tell the difference between this wonderful frog sound. Leaving the country, leaving the field, coming to the small town, living in the space of steel and cement, and being far away from frogs, I feel disappointed. When I return to my hometown, I occasionally think of the long-lost frog, approach the rivers and fields in my memory and look for the frogs in my memory everywhere, but the rivers are almost dry and the fields are full of pesticides. How can there be room for frogs? Where can I hear frogs? Frogs are lonely, frogs are lonely, and summer nights are lonely. The summer night when frogs and fireflies danced in the countryside was gloomy and silent.

Among the fragments of childhood memories, an insect called firefly is also common in rural summer nights. It is an elf, just like a meteor in the night sky, dancing in the summer night sky, bringing brilliance and agility to the lonely summer night, breezes to the sultry summer night, joy to adults enjoying the cool, fun to my friends and me, and poetry to the rural summer night. On a lonely summer night, we sit next to adults. Whenever we see fireflies flying around like small lanterns, we will jump up and run in the direction of fireflies flying around, leaving behind adults' laughter. At this time, fireflies seem to be deliberately teasing. For a while, it flew high and low, and my friends and I would chase it. For a while, we would jump high and bend down to catch it until we caught it. Many times, we succeed, and sometimes, we get nothing. After the chase, fireflies will fly away, leaving us helpless.

The caught fireflies were put in their hands to play, and most of their friends came in and out curiously and gathered around to watch the excitement. At first, I didn't understand why fireflies can emit different light from other insects and why they glow in their tails. It was not until I grew up that my friends and I made good use of the luminous function of fireflies. Later, after catching fireflies, my friends and I found white glass bottles, put them in, covered them, caught two or three and lit them. At this time, I discussed with my friends that we should go to Changlingpo to catch insects, and friends would always say with one voice: OK! So, the friends took the white bottle of fireflies together and trotted three or four miles along the bumpy field path to the wheat field at the foot of Changlingpo. Just standing in the wheat field, one is called? Stupid? Some bugs will fly into the bottle with fireflies, because this bug will only fly to bright places and bump around, so it is called? Stupid? , and some are called. Blind bump? I'll meet my friends? Stupid? When it comes, just reach out and grab it, and sometimes it can fly to people. It's easy to catch. You can catch dozens of them in one night. At that time, it was just a pleasure for children. Adults hardly catch anything, have no good lighting tools, and don't want to catch it with their hands? Stupid? Yes, fireflies have become the best lighting tools, have you caught them? Stupid? You can have a good meal, and fireflies play an important role.

Later, hubbub in his hometown became famous. It spread from one village to another, and from one village to another county, and spread step by step. This may be because the soil and water in my hometown are good. Hubbub is different from other places, with small head, reddish wings and delicious taste, which is incomparable in other places. Hometown is famous for its excitement, and more and more people are arrested in the village. Before sunset, men, women and children went to Changling slope in droves with flashlights to catch it, which became a beautiful scenery in the mountain village at dusk. Some were arrested and sold to hotels and restaurants in urban and rural areas at high prices. What? Flying in the sky? Game, as well as hometown specialties, cost tens of yuan per catty, and sometimes it can't be bought at a high price. Office workers in the city also found this bug in their hometown. After work, they drive or ride motorcycles to catch the blind, making a lot of noise and always returning home with a full load. Several good friends in my hometown send me a few pounds every year to taste. I fry in the oil pan, and it smells good in the oil pan. It tastes delicious. I am thinking that these are the roads led by fireflies flying in summer nights. Not only that, fireflies also have the function of illuminating picture books, but also illuminate the roads of pedestrians at night.

On the summer night when I was a child, frogs croaked and fireflies danced, which was romantic, smart and wonderful, and always brought me yearning, thinking and a beautiful aftertaste. Now, the romantic summer night is gone forever, beautiful frogs are stuck in the depths of my mind, and fireflies are dancing in front of me.

Modern Classical Narrative Prose: Past and Present

Five cents bean curd, endless aftertaste.

When I was seven or eight years old, a bowl of tofu pudding was fifty cents. Every afternoon after school, my mother will send five cents to each of our three sisters to drink tofu pudding in the west of the village. The west end of the village is close to the neighboring village, where there is an uncle who sells tofu pudding. Every afternoon, the uncle who sells tofu pudding will come here with a bear first. Because this uncle treats people kindly and likes to play jokes on children, and children like to eat his tofu pudding best, so we call him kindly? Uncle tofu pudding? .

Because the west end of the village is the first place to wait for Uncle Douhua, many men, women and children gather there every afternoon. Waiting for beancurd at this moment often becomes a happy event where people play jokes on each other. At this time, the old people often find a wall to shelter from the wind and bask in the sun, and get together in groups of three or five to play cards and chess; Old ladies, with their little grandchildren, are chatting with each other and praising each other from time to time how smart and lovely their children are; Older girls will jump rubber bands and play badminton, boys will fight chicken on one leg, and some handsome new wives will come shyly and wait for their mother-in-law to bring a bowl of hot tofu. Everyone is looking forward to the delicious tofu in the happy activities. At this time, there are often some eager children running out of the village for everyone? Asking for information? When they saw Uncle Tofu's familiar figure, they cried excitedly. Uncle tofu pudding is here! Uncle tofu pudding is here! ?

Can't wait for Uncle Douhua to put down his baggage, and everyone will flock to him. At this time, Uncle Douhua will happily say: Don't worry! Don't worry! All down, all down (meaning all down)? . As a result, everyone squatted on the ground in an orderly manner, waiting for Uncle Douhua to send delicious and steaming tofu pudding one by one. Children who receive the tofu bowl will gently stir it and slowly send it to their mouths. At this time, everyone is eating the tender tofu brain, just like tasting an extremely precious stunner, for fear that swallowing it will make people taste it, and they will not feel comfortable and carefree when swallowing it.

Although the tofu is ready, it is still memorable. Seeing Uncle Tofu finish this line and rush to the next street, the children are still reluctant to leave, and they have to run a few more streets with the burden of tofu on their backs. Everyone shouted after Uncle Tofu as they ran. Fried tofu pudding. Fried tofu pudding? It seems that the fragrant tofu pudding is always their best, happiest and happiest expectation. This fragrance has been elegant so far, and it seems that no other flavor can match it.

I can't bear to spend sixty cents on a bowl of minced meat noodles.

In junior high school, I boarded in the county school. At that time, students cooked a bowl of twenty-two vegetarian noodles for forty cents and minced meat noodles for sixty cents.

I like minced meat noodles best. However, in the 1980s, rural families were still poor and their lives were quite poor. Although my parents are hardworking, they also keep some pigs and chickens besides growing crops. But these can only satisfy our food and clothing. Unless there is a holiday, my mother will make an exception and make a shame meal to comfort the whole family. Usually, eating noodles shyly has almost become a luxury. Besides, growing up in such a frugal family, how can you eat and drink regardless of your parents' hard work? Therefore, every time the school lunch bell rings, I often face a difficult choice: don't eat, the minced meat noodles are too fragrant and attractive; Let's eat. I can't bear to think that my honest father will try his best to support our three sisters, and his coming to school in the county has added extra burden to his parents. After many struggles, I decided to restrain myself and refuse the temptation without spending my parents a penny. So, I had to buy a bowl of two or two vegetarian noodles to make a meal. If you are still a little hungry, buy a 20-cent steamed bread to fill your stomach.

The roommate in the lower bunk is covered with firewood and grass residue.

I was admitted to the county high school at the age of fifteen, and more than twenty boarders (boys) in our class live in a dormitory. The dormitory is a two-story bunk bed with a unified wooden bed. It's very hot in summer, but we don't think it's too hot when we open two transparent windows in the north and south. But in winter, the cold northwest wind blows the glass windows so loudly, and the cold current seems to be injected into the room everywhere, which is really unbearable. Even if you stick a thick layer of newspaper on both glass windows, you can't resist the cold. At that time, there was neither heating nor power socket in the dormitory, so we couldn't use the electric mattress. Some students warm their beds with hot water bottles, but I am afraid of the cold. Every night when I touch the cold bed, I tremble with cold, and my hands and feet are cold and I can't sleep.

A week after I came home, I told my father about my difficulties. My father said, I'll tie a straw mat for you to keep out the cold! ? Fortunately, the weather is fine on weekends, and my father is drying wheat straw in the first hospital, turning it over every once in a while. In the afternoon, the straw was basically dry. My father first picked out the longer straw and smoothed it one by one. Then he took out four or five iron wires and shuttled them up and down, knitting them hand in hand. Under his father's hand, bundles of wheat straw were gathered together, and in a blink of an eye, a straw mat two meters long, one meter wide and four centimeters thick was woven. The periphery of the straw mat is a little uneven, and the straw is long and short. Father took a kitchen knife from the kitchen and cut the periphery clean with three strokes. In this way, an orange rectangular straw mat is completed. Later, my father brought a straw mat and a thick mattress with his bicycle, and I followed him with a light bicycle. My father talked with his son and drove to school.

About half an hour later, we arrived at the school dormitory. Father uncovered the original mattress, first spread the straw mat on the bed board, then spread the thick two-layer mattress on the straw mat, then spread the sheets and cover the quilt. In this way, a soft, comfortable and warm nest was formed. Since then, I have never felt how cold it is to sleep at night. Unexpectedly, however, every time I got up, I found my roommate sleeping in my lower bunk covered in firewood and grass residue, even on his quilt. Everyone can't help laughing when they look at their roommates with firewood and slag. At this point, one or two roommates seem to be very enthusiastic. Seriously? Whispering to me:? Xiao Wu, haven't you been squatting on the upper bunk and spreading wheat straw at night? You, did you sleep well at night, hee hee? Hearing this, everyone burst into laughter again. I'm embarrassed to walk up to that classmate and say? Excuse me. While helping him pick up the grass residue. And my classmate smiled generously and said: Nothing, nothing. ?

Nowadays, every household has become rich. Every time I see my daughter who is in primary school living a luxurious life and often asking her parents for pocket money, I can't help but recall the scene of growing up when I was a child, and I can't help but seize the opportunity to educate my daughter to be frugal and work hard. When we were young, how could we be so happy and hungry as you are now? As soon as my words began, my daughter interrupted me immediately and seemed to respond to me very bored: Times are different. Do you want me to live in the past? I'm speechless, like a fish in my throat.

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