Theme reading of senior high school entrance examination: How many feelings are carried in the drizzle?

Jiangsu Zhou jungen's humanistic topic "Good rain knows the season, when spring happens." Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things quietly, dark clouds can't cover mountains, white rain jumps over boats, autumn clouds fly late, leaving residual lotus to listen to the sound of rain ... How many literati in ancient and modern times have pinned their feelings on this endless rain, either happy or sad, or worried or proud. For thousands of years, this rain has carried many enduring joys and sorrows. When we taste these poems, we can appreciate the elegant demeanor and complex inner world of the literati. Let's follow the author here to feel the feeling in the rain. Yu Bajin lived in one city for three months, and now he is going to move to another more lively city. Unfortunately, it began to rain the day before moving. 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 it is white, and sometimes it is as deep as the night sky. Under the clear mountain, the sea on the horizon is like a bright white belt, or like a bright light-colored cloud. At first glance, I never thought this was the sea. However, the sea is the most beautiful at this time. 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. Actually, this is just one 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 "wasting" time, and he naturally has a point. I compiled this collection, thus ending the dull life of the past three months. There are also several articles written in Peiping or Shanghai to fill in the blanks. 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 and slow footsteps, I knew a woman came up from below and walked 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 kept falling on the roof like beads. 1935 When writing this article in Yokohama, Japan in February, Ba Jin's thoughts were very contradictory. He tried his best to write, but at the same time he wanted to give up. He yearned for another struggling life, trying to get rid of the way of finding strength from literature and turn to behavior to find strength. He finally failed to take that step and still wrote in a small room, and it was in Yokohama, Japan, a secluded mountain area far from home. Such an environment undoubtedly stifled Ba Jin's spirit and enthusiasm. The tone of rain is gloomy, which is the beauty of this essay. Every word and sentence of Ba Jin contains feelings, attracting readers to sink into his thoughts, appreciate and think together. This essay does not describe the rain in detail, nor does it explain any philosophy, but it makes us feel lonely and depressed unconsciously, immersed in that melancholy mood. The forest in Jiapingwa is like a piece of dough, bulging all around. When it swells, it will sink, and then it will sink. Then he leans to one side and walks around; The ground is rising again and cannot be fixed; Suddenly, he jumped to the other side, constantly, suddenly big and small, suddenly gathered and scattered; No direction at all. Then everything is spinning, the Woods are crowded together, the green seems to be stretched a lot, twisted and twisted, and the fallen leaves rush to a huge mushroom and grow in the air. Wow, the sky is full of black spots, the green is completely squashed, and the houses and walls inside are clearly visible. The weeping willows were all messed up, but when they were thrown into the air, they were surprisingly clear, suddenly stiff, and then threw themselves like hemp balls. Poplar leaves have changed their appearance thousands of times: the back of the leaves is turned upside down and gray; Turn around again, the green is deep and black. The reed fell down completely, and a broken stem stuck obliquely in the mud, making a crackling sound. A sheep with a broken belt ran out of the fence, supported by its hoof, and suddenly ran into a tree, and then slipped on its hoof. Finally, it fell beside a dunghill and lost its white color. A girl in a red shirt rushed out to lead the sheep and wanted to return at once, but it was impossible. She whirled around the yard, screaming, only two steps away from the steps, and she couldn't walk long. The vines on the locust tree can't be caught any longer, so they can only loosen their curled hands and feet and suddenly fall off like a dead snake and become soft into a pile. Countless flies are concentrated on the wires under the eaves, one next to the other, not flying or humming. It's getting dark, and the wires are getting thicker and thicker, forming a curved arc. A bird's nest fell from a big tree, rolled on the ground and scattered. Several birds screamed and flew to catch them, but they couldn't fly down. They floated to the right, tilted to the left, their wings shook suddenly, and their feathers turned into a ball of flowers, spinning and suddenly stopped in the air. They fell to the ground like stones without even making a sound. In the narrow alley, a piece of waste paper was pasted on the western wall of the East Wall for a while, then suddenly rushed out of the wall and disappeared immediately. A wet cat ran as fast as it could, jumped over and onto the roof, which surprised him. Several tiles fell obliquely like leaves, suddenly fell vertically and broke into a pile. The duckweed in the pond is as thick as a velvet quilt, protruding, protruding again, suddenly lifting a corner and swishing away; Water suddenly gathers and solidifies into a cone for a long time; Flapped down, smashed a hole, duckweed rushed around the pond, and several fish jumped around in the grass nest on the shore. In the northernmost hut, the wooden frame creaked. The door is closed, the window is closed, and the oil lamp still doesn't work. On the heatable adobe sleeping platform, the old man beats his waist and legs, while the children are lying on the crack of the door, happily folding paper boats and letting them out one by one ... The description method of reading outline is also called "holding the moon in the clouds", which does not directly describe what is to be written, but expresses the characteristics of the people and things to be written with the help of the descriptions of people and things related to it, but can give people room for imagination. Jia Pingwa mainly uses the method of side foil in "Four" It shows the storm from different sides and angles through vivid pictures, forming a harmonious artistic picture as a whole. Therefore, although there is no word "wind and rain" in the text, the wind and rain described by the author is everywhere, and its shape, sound, spirit and rhyme are vivid. Savoring this article seems to expose readers to a stormy environment. Clever techniques and vivid descriptions are breathtaking and give people a dripping aesthetic enjoyment. The river began to rain 180 1 year. It's dark every day in summer and the air is stuffy. However, it has not rained for a long time. In an unknown small village near the Yellow River, a ceremony is going on. On the altar, the mage with long hair and black hair muttered, waving the sword in his hand for a while, and then shouting, "It's time to present a gift to the river god ..." The dark man and woman immediately knelt down under the steps and shouted, "Pray for the river god to enjoy the rain! Ask the river god to enjoy the rain! " Several strong men walked to the river and pushed the "tribute" from the shore into the river. In an instant, a dozen cattle and sheep, some gold and silver, countless treasures and a pair of bound boys and girls were silently swallowed up by the river ... Soon, it rained and there was no celebration. The villagers are busy preparing for the next "tribute", when mankind surrendered to nature. 190 1 year, an alley south of Xiahe River. The heavy rain came suddenly. "It's raining, it's raining." The children shouted happily and rushed out of the house barefoot in the rain, regardless of the adults' scolding. You push me, I pat you and hug you with a wet ball. At this time, I don't know from which door a lot of big white geese jumped out, flapping their wings and screaming excitedly. Later, a little girl in a red silk blouse and an oil umbrella also ran out of the door and anxiously shouted to the friends who came to play with the big white goose, "Hey, help me catch my goose, and I will thank you later." As a result, the game of catching geese has become a game of catching geese under the command. Childish laughter and the sound of rain played a beautiful and harmonious tune. At that time, man and nature were friends. 200 1 Walking in the street in summer, I got wet by a light rain without warning. I hurried home, put on a clean suit and took out a towel to dry my hair. After a while, the hair was dry, but the white towel turned gray. I glanced helplessly at the towering chimney outside the window, which was still smoking pungent black smoke ... I subconsciously closed the window. At this time, human beings began to destroy nature. 2 10 1, the mayor of a city in Xia is giving a televised speech: "According to reliable information, it will rain in the next few days, so please prepare for protection. Nothing important is allowed to go out until the rainy season is over. The government will provide citizens with protective tools for free, and anyone who is in the rain can make free phone calls ... The government will send someone to treat them ... "Naturally, it began to take terrible revenge on mankind. Nature will become mankind's most loyal friend and close partner, and it will also become mankind's most terrible enemy and powerful opponent. Humans may live happily on this blue planet forever, or they may die in a messy gray. And the choice of all endings is in the hands of human beings themselves. Please protect nature and create a beautiful paradise where people live in harmony with nature. [Comment] The theme of the article is clear: Only when human beings live in harmony with nature can they develop better. With the help of imagination, a vivid picture of life is constructed, which increases readability. Rigorous structure, clear clues. Taking "rain" as a clue, this paper describes four scenes in chronological order: people beg for rain from heaven and crawl at the feet of nature; Children chase geese in the rain, and human beings live in harmony with nature; Dazzling chimneys, dirty rain, and human beings wantonly destroy the environment; When it rains, people have to wear protective gear to go out, and naturally they will retaliate against human beings. Through this artistic combination spanning time and space, the author skillfully expresses the theme of the article in comparison.