What do you think after reading a famous book carefully? It's time to calm down and write a good review. In order to make you feel no headache after writing, the following is my review of "Human Vegetation". Welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. 1

After reading "Human Vegetation", it was raining lightly that night. I closed the book and put it on the table. With the feeling of longing for the rain of human vegetation, I had a big dream by the window.

a young girl, clearing away the dust, came into my dream. "Burmese osmanthus is a flower in the rainy season." She said. The rain curtain pounded on the tile, and the water mist made her bun wet, and a few drops of water rolled down the window lattice. I leaned against the railing to listen to the rain, and my thoughts drifted away.

The rain in the early spring, which didn't spread magnificently and didn't mean to moisten the earth, suddenly came. Under the stone steps, next to the vines, the garden is fresh and the rain is ringing. I can't help but think of the rain in Kunming in the book, which is bright and full, easy to make people fall in love, and it is also easy to sprout yearning.

I'm tired of hearing the rain. When I close the book again, all the flowers, mushrooms and graceful things in the rainy season are fried into the tea soup and sipped carefully, which is sweet to my heart.

if you look closely at the title of the book, you will think about it and interpret some things. In the ignorant rainy season, the ignorant soul hobbles forward like a child. The ancients said, people are not vegetation, who can be ruthless? Is that vegetation really heartless?

no. No, she said. Vegetation is the most affectionate thing, at least here. The Qionghua, which flourished in Sui and Tang Dynasties, declined on its own in order not to be watched by the bad king: the peony in the severe winter was forced to move to Luoyang in defiance of the queen. By contrast, it is a model for sentient beings in the world.

"What you said is all legends. Plants can neither move nor speak. How can they be emotional?" I laughed. It makes no sense. She was a little annoyed, and her voice drowned out the rain, like a finely chopped fragrant flower.

Look at that bamboo forest. It has grown up on its own. Have you ever flattered it? The wintersweet, blooming in the heavy snow, is she bent down or lowered her head? I'm not stubborn with you, but the vigor of vegetation can far exceed your so-called gentleman and become your "world".

self-contained vegetation? Although absurd, it is also true. I knocked on the railing absently and watched the rain gradually stop. All loves also woke up, green, lush, vegetation.

The vegetation on earth says "The vegetation on earth". The world is noisy and noisy, and the cleanliness of the vegetation adds a fragrance. This is a fragrance that drifts away from the outside world. Maybe that's what we lack.

the pure white flower heads of gardenias, there are some delicate scents floating down from the flower stands. A ray of sunshine flashed through the window, and I opened my eyes. After all, it's back to earth. In the dream, the vegetation between people is so detached that only Mr. Wang Lao can fulfill it and devote it to his works.

The pillow is a blooming osmanthus fragrans. My understanding with Wang Zengqi was the story Duck Eggs at Dragon Boat Festival in junior middle school Chinese class. For a long time, I couldn't forget Gaoyou's double yellow eggs. The acquaintance with "Human Plants" was accidental. I accidentally read a poem quoted by Wang Zengqi in "Soaking in Teahouses": "Remember the old days, and go to tea with dad. "Grind the snail's shell in front of the door and make mud at the entrance of the lane." So I went online to search for other works of Wang Zengqi, and I met "Human Vegetation".

The cover of "Plants on Earth" is very simple. When it is opened, it is Wang Lao's handwritten ink illustration, which looks kind and elegant. The preface of this book was written by Wang Lang, the son of Wang Lao. In the preface, it is mentioned that Wang Lao wrote a poem: "I have one advantage, and I have been a whole person all my life. "I'm diligent in writing, but I'm gentle in the world." Personally, I think that the "sending a little warmth to the world" here is not a gift in the snow, but a smile and a greeting that makes people feel warm. Just like his article, the minimalist words make us feel profound. Some people say that reading Wang Zengqi's articles can't be too utilitarian. It's the same as writing a grass, a flower and a stone, which can't be as concise as he is, simple and warm.

Plants on Earth is a story of the author's experiences, old memories, missed teachers and friends and more life. When the story is told, it is obviously prose, but it is beautiful like poetry, and it is full of happiness to read. When reading his camellia orchid osmanthus gardenia, you can't help but want to smell two breaths; When reading his radish, wild vegetable, bean curd and dried silk fish, you can't help swallowing.

You can't help laughing when you read that Xiaoying and Akiko are stepping on water chestnut. I like Wang Zengqi more than the words he wrote. He will prepare ingredients carefully and cook a pot of food for his family and friends. Even he himself said that as long as it is edible, he will try it, and he is particular about every ingredient and how to make it delicious. He is also confident about the criteria for judging delicious food. Some people say that he is a gourmet. Indeed, even if he is full, he will still feel hungry after reading Wang Lao's talk about eating.

Wang Lao's writing style is quite relaxed, effortless to read, and more humorous. "The Grape Moon Order" was written when he was branded as a "rightist". At that time, he was still in the process of transformation, but he didn't see the slightest sadness and indignation from the text, and some just lamented the beauty of the vineyard, respect for workers and love for nature.

The beauty he brings us is accidental and exists in a corner. He can always find beauty from these nuances and try to explore and show it, just as he himself said, "Beauty is somewhat accidental." Among these beauties, it is the love of life that conveys warmth. Just like him, a person who "sends a little warmth to the world" must be a warm and kind person.

"I know that Gan Kun is a great man, but I still pity the grass and trees."

Wang Lao did it. Comments on "Human Vegetation" 3

I think the book "Human Vegetation" is a combination of classical Chinese and vernacular Chinese, and each chapter writes that kind of trivial things. Generally, I don't write long essays about trivial matters in life, but Wang Zengqi is different. He feels that every trivial matter, friend's personality, every blossom, maturity and decay are worth writing, and every essay is like talking to a close friend.

My favorite article is Autumn Flowers in Beijing, which is divided into four small articles. I think the last one is Huanghu. Parthenocissus should be a leaf, not a flower. I like the last paragraph best among chrysanthemums. I also think it is good to look at chrysanthemums in pots, so that we can find the characteristics of each pot of chrysanthemums to appreciate its unique beauty, but we can only feel shocked and bored in the blink of an eye when tied up. In this article, I like the third paragraph best, which makes me feel that impatiens is practical. Begonia also makes the author think about things. In the harvest of the orchard, when writing grapes, the skillful feeling makes me feel that Wang Zengqi has been planting grapes for a long time and is very careful.

The book my mother bought had Wang Zengqi's paintings, flying ink, and chic paintings in front of it, accompanied by appropriate paragraphs in the text. Among these paintings, I like the fourth painting best. The branches of this painting hang down to the bottom of the drawing paper, just in response to the sentence "the lines are very long". Both Wang Zengqi's articles and paintings can be "concise".

This is the grape moon in the garden, which was written by Wang Zengqi when he was judged as a "Rightist", but he was not unhappy at all, as if he had not been unjustly judged, so it created a unique style, which made him feel careless and eloquent. After reading "Plants on Earth" 4

After reading "The Book of Songs", I read a sentence: "Feng Huangming is in a high position; The phoenix tree is born, and it is in the morning. " From "The Book of Songs, Daya, Volume A", the poet borrows the phoenix and sings, and the song flies over the hills; The phoenix tree grows, wearing a bright morning sun to symbolize the noble and beautiful character.

There are phoenix trees, which are lush and luxuriant; From time to time, there is a rising sun, with a radiant glow, and it is leisurely.

at this time, when we look at the Book of Songs, most of them are written from the grass and trees, just like "picking Wei, picking Wei, and Wei is also gentle." When you go home, your heart will stop worrying. Another example is "Yo Yo Luming Literature, the wormwood of the wild". I have a guest, De Yin Kong Zhao ".

At that time, people were elegant, and peony was used as a metaphor for national color, and pine and bamboo were used as a symbol of conduct. Then I'll start with vegetation for the time being.

Parthenocissus tricuspidata

I used to write about Parthenocissus tricuspidata, with branches scattered, purple vines wrapped around the network cable, and green leaves fluttering in the wind. In late autumn, although it still looks lush, it faintly shows the fatigue of lack of energy and blood. If the wind blows tighter, yellow leaves fly and dance, and deliberate elegance can't hide the fact of falling.

according to the original intention, it should be praised for its tenacious vitality and unyielding character. Although it is small, it can be great. But now that I think about it, everything is just a fantasy as an author.

writers and the tiny things in their eyes

writers can always fantasize about many stories from those tiny things. They said that vegetation is heartless, but they imagined it as sentient beings and righteous.

Poets like to write about vegetation, three friends at the age of cold, and the Spring Breeze family, all of which have been described countless times. They write about orchids, praising them for being a gentleman, and writing about cold plums, saying that they are not afraid of frost and cold. "Ailian Shuo" wrote: "If you call chrysanthemum, the flowers will be secluded; Peony, the flower is rich; Lotus, the gentleman of flowers is also. "

I have said that all this is the author's imagination. They give their feelings to ordinary plants, and it seems that the smaller they are, the more valuable they are. Many people echoed them, holding these plants that should have been left to fend for themselves as treasures and hiring people to cultivate them carefully for people to watch.

I think in this way, vegetation can't be called vegetation. The smallness of vegetation is that it can be seen everywhere; What is precious in the eyes of the world is that they can grow calmly in harsh environments. Once stuck in a rich garden, vegetation is not vegetation. Just like a bonsai, it seems to me that it is just a bonsai. The difference between bonsai and vegetation lies in freedom. Vegetation can grow at will, but bonsai can only be bound in that really small world.

Freedom gives people room for imagination, and the freedom of vegetation enables it to grow into any shape at any place and at any time. In the free world, all encounters are no longer ordinary encounters, but encounters. Therefore, so many famous poems have been produced.

vegetation just grows, and poets just imagine it.

finally, allow me to imagine again. As vegetation, maybe they don't want to be the gentlemen described by the poet, but they just want to be ordinary vegetation and grow wantonly. 5

After reading Human Vegetation, reading Wang Zengqi's Human Vegetation aroused my endless homesickness.

Wang Zengqi is a famous writer, and as a Chinese teacher, I know nothing about him. What a shame! Wang Zengqi (March 5, 1921—May 6, 1997), a native of Gaoyou, Jiangsu Province, is a contemporary writer, essayist and dramatist, and a representative of Beijing writers. He graduated from The National SouthWest Associated University in his early years and worked as a middle school teacher, cadre of Beijing Federation of Literary and Art Circles and editor of Beijing Literature and Art. He has made great achievements in short story creation. He is known as "the lyrical humanist, the last pure scholar in China and the last scholar-bureaucrat in China", with a collection of novels such as Encounter Collection, novels such as Being ordained, Notes of Da Nao and essays such as Puqiao Collection.

I finally bought the book "Plants on Earth" written by him, but it was really collected after I bought it, because I always had many reasons to say that I didn't have time to read it. It was really "you can't read books unless you borrow them!" Last week, I finally took the time to read this book, and I was reluctant to put it down after reading it! There is no vague principle of being a good teacher, and there is no grand theme of life. What flows between the lines are the literati's tastes and hobbies, filled with literati's emotional appeal. I feel carefree when I read the plants he wrote, but I enjoy the poetry when I read the characters he wrote ... What impressed me most is the plants described by Mr. Wang Zengqi. It is really a pleasure to read them carefully, purifying the impetuous heart like running water, and associating with our current life and work. Are we in a hurry and ignoring the fun of life? Love for nature and plants and grass is a spiritual sustenance that can be met but not sought in life, and it has always been so. When you work hard, when you rest, you need the eyes and mood of discovery like this book. In this way, on the road of life, you will not only fly forward, but also enjoy the scenery on the way.

this is the biggest gain I have gained from reading this book. After reading this book by Mr. Wang, I feel warm and quiet ... 6

The words "Staring at the stars, a pure man" were sent by Mr. and Mrs. Zhang Chonghe when Mr. Wang's teacher Shen Congwen died. Perhaps, in Zhang Chonghe's eyes, these words can quite represent Shen Congwen's life, and in my eyes, these words are also very appropriate to describe Mr. Wang Zengqi.

This book "Plants on Earth" contains more than 31 articles by Wang Lao. Most of the selected topics are related to ordinary flowers, birds and plants in life, which makes me feel a strong life mood. In addition to these, it also contains several anecdotes about the lives of the masters that Wang Lao met in The National SouthWest Associated University, which are humorous and lifelike, and it is almost as if I have seen the masters themselves.

Wang Lao's life was not comfortable. He was born in wartime and grew up in chaos. Even when he was famous, he was beaten to the right by the turbulent times. However, the most rare thing is that even though he suffered hardships and was misunderstood repeatedly, he can always keep an open mind, and he can seriously appreciate the benefits of ordinary life and write about the moving of ordinary life with a dull and quiet heart.

So someone said, "Everything about him is poetry."

I think it takes extraordinary talent to write words like poems, and it takes an eternal childlike heart to live one's life like a poem.

Wang Lao's writing is not gorgeous, and it's not amazing enough. He never deliberately talks about reasoning or teaching. He just writes faintly about the flowers and plants he really saw in his eyes-a taro, bean sprouts, crape myrtle, chrysanthemums and all kinds of wild flowers. Those birds, wood, fish and insects-such as Beijing bird walkers, Hong Kong bird walkers, hibiscus hibiscus, plantain seeds, ladybugs, cicadas and knife beetles; The most ordinary people, the most ordinary things, imperial academy in Beijing, Hutong, Daishan people on Mount Tai ...

He honestly recorded everything in his life, and his language was plain but true. He idly turned over the words he wrote on the farm when he was beaten as a rightist, the words he thought of when he walked around in a Beijing morning, and the words he wrote as a writer after his rehabilitation. As a traditional China intellectual walking on the streets of the United States, I wrote the words, and when I was getting old, I recalled the words written in the lush years in The National SouthWest Associated University ... < P > None of these words are sensational, but they are not.