Ye Shengtao's prose is often selected into primary and secondary school textbooks because of its smooth and smooth writing and rigorous and orderly layout. "Lotus Root and Water Shield" embodies such characteristics. The following is an appreciation of Ye Shengtao's prose "Lotus Root and Water Shield" that I collected and compiled. I hope it will be helpful to you!

"Lotus Root and Water Shield"

I was drinking with friends and chewing thin slices of snow lotus root, and suddenly I missed my hometown. In my hometown, every New Year's morning, many villagers pass by the door: the men's purple arms and calf muscles are bulging, and their torsos are tall and straight, giving people a sense of health; the women are often wrapped in white and blue flowers. Although they are barefoot, they wear short linen skirts. Although their torsos are not as tall as those of the men, they have a healthy and beautiful look. They each carry a load carrying long, tender, jade-colored lotus roots. In the pond in the lotus root's hometown, by the winding river outside the city, they washed the lotus roots again and again, so they were so white. It seems that they think this is a high-quality thing for people to appreciate, which is an important subject in the early morning pictures. If it is covered with mud, it will break the solid feeling that people appreciate; this is a sin, They didn't want to carry them on themselves, so they washed them until they were white before carrying them into the city. When they wanted to rest, they would place the bamboo pole across the ground, sit on it, and randomly choose the tender lotus roots or the older lotus roots in the pole, and chew them to quench their thirst. The passers-by stopped. The little girl in red clothes picked one piece, and the old man with white hair bought two. The light and sweet taste is now common in every family and everyone. This situation is almost the usual daily routine, until the leaves fall in the depths of autumn.

Here, lotus root is almost a treasure. It was probably brought from our hometown, but the quantity was not large. Most of them were taken away by the waiters who served the luxurious young masters and wealthy businessmen; the rest had to be stored in larger fruit shops. Among the golden mountain apples and Luzon fragrant mangos, I sell them at a good price. As for those who carry burdens and hawk on the street, it is not impossible, but they are either as thin as a beggar's arms or legs, or as astringent as an unripe persimmon, which is really unenviable. Therefore, except for one occasion, we have never eaten lotus root this year.

This is the only time we didn’t buy something to eat, it was something given to us by our neighbors. They didn't buy it themselves, they were brought by relatives from their hometown. This lotus root has been away from its hometown for a long time, so it no longer has the color of jade, but it is covered with many rust spots. When peeling off the skin, the blade of the knife passed through it, which was very unpleasant. I cut it into slices and chewed it in my mouth. It was quite sweet, but it didn't feel fresh and tender, and it seemed to be full of residue in my mouth. I didn't want to eat the second slice. Only the child was very happy. He chewed all the pieces and didn't make any other requests for half an hour.

Because when I think of lotus root, I also think of water shield. In the spring in my hometown, I eat water shield almost every day. It has no taste, and the taste lies in the good soup. But such a green color, rich poetry, and tasteless taste are really intoxicating. In the small river next to each street, there are always one or two awning boats resting at the stone pier, full of water shields, fished from Taihu Lake. It's easy to ask for things like this, so of course you can get a bowl of Japanese food.

But it is not the case here; it is difficult to eat this thing without going to a restaurant. Of course we don't go out to restaurants, but occasionally we go back to disturb friends' banquets. It happens to be not the time when water shield is in season, so we haven't eaten it this year. It wasn't until recently that Boxiang's relatives from Hangzhou came and gave him a few bottles of West Lake water shield. He gave me a bottle, and I was able to taste something new.

I have never been in love with my hometown. When I think of this, I feel that my hometown is very cute. I don’t understand myself, why do I have such deep emotions? After thinking about it again, it is actually very simple: because I have a love in my hometown, and the love only exists in my hometown, I can't leave it. For example, where your close family members are and where your close friends are, how can you not fall in love? How can you not miss it? But is it just for the love of hometown? No, it’s just a few people in our hometown holding us. If you have nothing to hold on to, what more can you love? Like me now, I am attracted by lotus root and water shield by chance, so I miss my hometown.

Wherever we fall in love, that is our hometown.

Appreciation:

Some tastes are indescribable, sweet and refreshing with a lingering aftertaste, which is the best, such as good lotus root and water shield soup; some thoughts seem to be there but not yet. And if you want to differentiate between forgotten words, it is the most pure thing, such as first love and nostalgia.

Life is inevitably full of ups and downs. As a result, the feeling of hometown gradually fades away from people, almost submerged in the hardships of life. But "the spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die", but to people, hometown is like a lotus root being cut off and connected by a thread. Even if they are far apart, as long as this silk thread is lightly touched, the heart will suddenly fly to the place where the hometown is. All because there are relatives and friends, childhood and memories in my hometown. Therefore, this deep nostalgia has become the tasteless wanderer's favorite love.

Mr. Ye Shengtao's prose "Lotus Root and Water Shield" is full of such a kind of nostalgia that seems light but strong.

Where is the lotus root? Where can there be no water shield? But the lotus root and water shield in my hometown do have such a unique charm.

The lotus root in my hometown comes with the New Autumn, and comes with the simple and healthy folks. It is a treasure as white as jade, and it is also a common delicacy in people's homes. What Mr. Ye misses is not only the bright white jade festival, nor the sweet and sweet taste, but the flavor, sounds and people of his hometown that come with it... So it has indeed become a treasure, in Shanghai In the fruit shop, the hometown Jiaou root, which is worth a hundred times the price, is sold for a price, but because of the lack of this nostalgia, people cannot admire it. Therefore, the lotus root festival that came from his hometown, although it was intangible to appreciate and tasteless, made Mr. Ye suddenly remember his hometown. Recalling the people in my hometown, the scenery in my hometown, and the feelings of my hometown.

The lotus root is originally a wild plant, while the water shield is a delicacy that should be served in a golden pot and tasted slowly. In Shanghai, water shield is a delicacy that can only be enjoyed in restaurants. But in his hometown, it is Mr. Ye's daily meal in spring. The water shield, full of poetic and picturesque flavor, is intoxicating because of the freshness, freedom, simplicity and kindness of the hometown.

This autumn and spring are full of Mr. Ye’s love for his hometown.

Mr. Ye’s hometown was originally a small town, far less prosperous than a big city like Shanghai. But my hometown is full of freedom and freshness, full of simplicity and kindness, full of purity and poetry... This is also unmatched by the vulgarity and filth of the metropolis. As a result, the lovers from their hometown left their hometown and became the new food for the fat and wealthy children. From being refreshing and sweet like a young girl to being as dry and barren as a beggar, Mr. Ye fell in love with his hometown.

Everyone has feelings, and things and I depend on each other. Mr. Ye’s homesickness, don’t we have it all? Being far away from relatives and friends, being alone in a foreign place, not only the delicious taste of my hometown, but also the occasional hometown accent can make me burst into tears.

Nostalgia is the remaining wine in a wanderer’s cup on a full moon night. It may not be strong, but it is intoxicating; homesickness is the fallen leaves where the autumn wind rises, flying and dancing tiredly, but finally suppressing the heart; homesickness is the first clear sky after the snow, the traces of the claws on the mud, the tiger has gone far away, but the heart follows it ...

Nostalgia is the distant memory of Wang Wei's "Everywhere planted with dogwood trees but one missing person"; it is the regret of "the wild geese returning to Luoyang" in Wang Wankou; it is the crickets that once sang under the drifting sand river bed; It is the long strait in the tearful eyes in the afterglow...

Nostalgia is a trace of concern that is light and faint, and a ray of heart and soul that is thick and strong; it is what the heart relies on, and what love is involved in. It is where the soul is tied and where dreams are lingering...

Nostalgia is a rhymeless song and a tasteless love in the world.