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Writing Background:

Modern Literature, a passage from Hulanhezhuan written by Xiao Hong. Excerpted from the fifth grade text of the Shanghai version, as well as the third grade text of the Renjiao version. Xiao Hong, a modern Chinese writer, is known as the "goddess of literature of the 1930s" in the twentieth century. Xiao Hong's birth name was Ronghua, and her real name was Zhang Xiuhuan, later changed to Zhang Xiaoying (张廼莹). She was also known by her pen names Xiao Hong, Quiet Yin, Ling Ling and Tian Di.

She is unique in literary history for the emotional tone of her works, which are characterized by a mixture of sadness and joy, her strong and soft linguistic style, and her unique use of writing perspective and treatment of line structure.

Synopsis:

After dinner, the flaming clouds came up. The sunlight made the children's faces red, the big white dog turned red, the red rooster turned gold, and the black hen turned ebony. The old man who fed the pigs stood at the base of the wall and watched with a smile on his face as his two little white pigs turned into little golden pigs. He was just about to say, "You have changed ------ too," when a man walking beside him in the cool air said to him, "Your old man is necessary to live a long life, and your old man is golden-bearded."

The clouds in the sky burned from the west to the east, red as if the sky were on fire.

The burning clouds in this place were extremely varied, one moment red, one moment golden, one moment half purple and half yellow, one moment half gray and half lily color. Grape gray, pear yellow, eggplant purple, these colors sky have, there are also some can not be said, have never seen the color.

A little while later, a horse appeared in the sky, with its head to the south and its tail to the west. The horse was kneeling, as if it was waiting for someone to ride on its back before it stood up. After two or three seconds, the horse got up big. The horse's legs stretched out, the horse's neck grew, and a horse's tail was missing. The people watching were looking for the tail when the horse became a blur.

Suddenly there came another big dog. The dog was very fierce, and it was running in front of it, and it seemed to be followed by several small dogs. As it ran, the small dogs ran off somewhere and the big dog disappeared.

Then came a big lion, exactly the same as the big stone lion in front of the temple, also so big, also so squatting, very majestic and calmly squatting. But it changed in a flash, and if you wanted to see that big lion again, you couldn't see it.

For a moment, in a trance, the sky looked like this and that, but in fact it looked like nothing, and nothing could be seen. One must lower one's head, rub one's eyes, meditate for a while and look again. But the sky does not wait for those who love its children. A moment of work, the fire clouds go down.