[Song] Liu Chenweng: "When the moon enters the palace, it turns into countless pagodas." (golden melody)
[Tang] Zilan: "The wind dances and the Sophora japonica falls into the imperial ditch, and Nanshan enters the city in autumn." (Early Autumn in Chang 'an)
[Tang] Bai Juyi "There are many autumn winds, and the Sophora japonica is semi-solid." (autumn)
It's the season of fragrance of Sophora japonica, and I can't help thinking of Sophora japonica in my hometown: clusters and strings dotted among dense green leaves, dazzling white and bustling, and the whole village is immersed in refreshing fragrance.
A string of Sophora japonica flowers is like a silver chain and a jade flower, and there is a faint fragrance in the wind. Just like a silver-haired old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, he forgot his pain and danced with his hair. The golden sun was hidden in the arms of the crunchy birds.
At this time, the upturned Sophora japonica, like a butterfly spreading its wings, is everywhere. White flowers in full bloom cover the mountains and valleys. Before and after the kiln, the village was filled with its fresh and elegant fragrance, which went straight into the heart and lungs.
Between the branches and leaves of Sophora japonica, there are strings of tidbits, hugging and laughing, smiling shyly, and the color is like plain brocade, which is neither coy nor artificial. Sophora japonica is not like peach blossom, it is a bit enchanting; Unlike apricot flowers, they are a little thin and a little white; Unlike the lotus, it is narcissistic and inaccessible; Unlike orchids in flower pots, it is difficult to hide the hot sun and rain. Sophora japonica seems to have been born in the countryside, not delicate at all, as simple as a farmer's uncle who has been dealing with the land for generations.
In the morning, Sophora japonica dipped in the morning dew, crystal clear and elegant as if just out of the bath, stretching its posture against the rising sun and dusk. At noon, the light spots are dotted, bees shuttle between flowers, Sophora japonica blooms more brightly in the branches, and the breeze blows like a mountain spring; In the evening, Yuan Ye was solemn. Occasionally, cattle and sheep graze happily in the fields, and birds fly back to the forest. Sophora japonica is more affectionate, vaguely dotted with elegant rural style.
In rural areas, no flower fragrance can be compared with Sophora japonica. Even peach blossoms and apricot blossoms can only be smelled if they are close. Sophora japonica is different. It is found all over the village, even in the fields and on the roadside. They echo each other from afar and blend into one. Looking at the distance, locust trees are dotted with twists and turns. Breathing against the wind, the flowers are filled with fragrance, and you can smell the fragrance from afar. People float in the fragrance, and the fragrance is constantly immersed in the heart. It is fragrant during the day and sweet at night. Even people have the scent of Sophora japonica in their dreams at night.
When May comes, peonies, roses and flowers begin to compete for beauty, but Sophora japonica is in the colorful season of falling in love. After a night of spring rain, Sophora japonica glistened with rain beads, which fluttered like snow with the fragrance of Sophora japonica. White petals silently turned into dancing spirits in Qian Qian, falling from warmth and fragrance.
2. A good sentence describing Sophora japonica is in urgent need of Tang Wengcheng's praise. "On Sophora L" says: "The makeup looks yellow in the rain, and the cicada lures the sunset. Recalling the past, horseshoes are busy for you all day. " Zhao Jin Bingwen. "Yutang Sophora japonica" says: "The window screen is cold, and the rain attracts seals. Grass and sunflowers are gone, and bees are buzzing in the garden. In the past few years, I have worked hard, but I have been busy three times. My mother-in-law is very enthusiastic about business. She returned to Gaoshu and expanded to Qiu Guang. She extended to Qiu Guang and said that she was a guest in the nest and the noise sounded fine at night. " Historical legend: According to Zhou Li, "There were three locust trees in front of her, and they stood in front of her when she met the son of heaven. In the Tang Dynasty, there was a saying that "the flowers are yellow and the children are busy". "Wang Anshi explained the cloud: Huang Huai, with his beauty, has three positions; In the Spring and Autumn Annals, it is said that the words of Sophora japonica return. The ancients planted Sophora japonica flowers, listened to lawsuits and brought their feelings back to reality. Sophora japonica is not as glamorous as peach blossom, nor as elegant as peony. Sophora japonica is a "third-class citizen" at most in many fragrant countries. Therefore, she had to grow up in the backcountry, outside the mountains and countryside, live by her tenacious character and silently endure the wind and the sun. Uniform; ㄊ⒖ Written? Peter, blame, punish? Yan Yan? Free? Hey? The second time? Take the tibia? Choose c, what is the answer? Naiqiu? Is the industry awkward? Huang Weizhan? Didn't you get caught? さ Mu Zhi? What are you talking about? Do you think this tomb is suitable for dragons? The village where I was born is at the foot of Ganling. There is an old pagoda tree 100 years old in the village. Her waist is three people high and more than two meters high. The tree is crawling towards the north, and a small ditch has appeared on the back due to the erosion of years. I don't know how many naughty village children have climbed up and down since then and grown up day by day. Sophora japonica has a huge umbrella cover, and a big clock hangs under the branches. Every spring, the old pagoda tree will sprout new buds and produce cylindrical white flowers. Into the homes of ordinary people. So, from noon to night, people gathered under the old pagoda tree under the temptation of flowers. At noon, an old man came out of the half-built house, holding a big old bowl like a basin, full of onions like a belt, squatting under the tree and enjoying himself (four of the eight eccentrics in Shaanxi); Hezekiah's children carried a bowl of steamed Sophora japonica bumps, looked at the garlic-scented face of the old man in the bowl, drooling, and ran home to spoil his mother and eat the old man's face. At this time, under the locust tree, at the door of the house, the old man and his father were standing outside the courtyard with big bowls and small bowls. Cats and dogs ran out of several houses, and birds in the trees tried to find something to eat from men's rice bowls, but they were often caught. The men went to work in the fields, and this old pagoda tree became the world of women and children. The old people came out of the spinning wheel and magically spun many whisker-shaped cotton sticks. In the buzzing sound of the spinning wheel, a dazzling image of coarse cloth appeared in the old man's mind, and his face was filled with an imperceptible happy smile. Kannika nimtragol takes out the half-pulled soles for men or children to wear. A needle and a thread draw out the tender feelings of young women. Those tigers, kittens and birds have been rusted into tiny patterns by women's needlework, and they have become handicrafts to be seen. By the pond not far from Sophora japonica (called "Laochi" in rural Shaanxi, and there is one in every village), the hearty laughter of the laundry girls lined up, accompanied by the fragrance of Sophora japonica, spread to the bottom of the old Sophora japonica. Then it caused a warm response here. In the rural areas of Guanzhong where male chauvinism prevails, women dare to let go of their nature, let their privacy and pain gallop freely, and often get help and encouragement from the elderly. At night, this old pagoda tree has become a place for men, women and children to enjoy the cool. Little girls and kannika nimtragol who just entered the door usually stand at a distance, embroidering or tapping their hands. I looked at the scene under the tree with shame and anxiety. At that time, there was no entertainment or even electricity. Some men or bachelors who are considered as "clowns" mingle with women and make vulgar jokes, which often cause laughter. In the dead of night, when the moon and stars are scarce, young people are busy with their own affairs before and after the flowers. Older men and women have a lot of troubles, seldom take a nap, and so on. I only saw the sparks from men's pipes, and I heard the lonely spinning sound of women. From time to time, I heard a sigh and coughed gently. The old locust tree was tired and the bird fell asleep in his arms. What a quiet and happy farmhouse scene! Since high school, I have kept this scene in mind until I joined the army and came to Yue Fei's "Helan Mountain Que". Especially in April and May every year, when the north wind is raging, I think of old Sophora japonica trees and steamed Sophora japonica noodles with flower bumps. Sweet and fragrant flower bumps are more delicious than anything delicious. Some children who grew up listening to the story under this locust tree are flying now. Enjoy government subsidies. Some people join the army and become policemen and teachers, while others get rich. But half of them are still obsessed with the old locust tree, and a group of children are repeating old stories under the old locust tree. However, no matter whether they are officials or rich, no matter how luxurious they drive home, once they arrive in the village, they will get off early and prepare cigarettes and candy in their pockets in advance. Or send sugar, and then involuntarily come to the old pagoda tree, meet her, caress the rough "skin" of the old man, and a wandering heart will be settled. One year, I really missed the old locust tree, wanted to relive the happy life when I was a child, and wanted to eat the steamed locust tree by my mother, so I made a special trip back to the village to pay my respects to the old locust tree. The old pagoda tree is still there, but I have no hands. It seems that I no longer belong to my hometown, and a sense of loss arises spontaneously. In the early 1990s, a sandstorm suddenly cut off many towering poplars in the urban area.
3. The answer to Sophora japonica is 1. The author compares Sophora japonica () with Bai Xuefeng in Xinjiang, and kapok () with sunrise and sunset respectively. From writing about Sophora japonica in Peking University to writing about kapok in India, the author used the technique of ().
2. What are the similarities and differences between the descriptions of Sophora japonica and kapok?
(1) Similarities:
(2) Difference:
3. Why didn't I feel that the blooming Sophora japonica is a miracle before, and Indian friends didn't feel the magic of kapok (the original sentence replied)
4. How does the author think we can discover and appreciate the beauty of life around us? (1) The tree is full of flowers, bright red and brilliant, using the technique of association.
(2) Similarity: there are many flowers, and the flowers have been open to the height of the tree.
Difference: When writing Sophora japonica, write flowers first, and then write that flowers bloom to the sky. When writing kapok, first write that flowers bloom to the sky, and then write that there are so many flowers hanging all over the branches.
(3) Because "the more accustomed you are to seeing things, the more ignorant you are, and it is difficult to find beauty and ugliness."
We should always look at everything with new eyes.
-If you have a problem, I can do it. No problem. I can't do it.
4. Enjoy modern Chinese in the blooming season of Sophora japonica 1. What are the characteristics of the opening paragraph in expression? From the structure of the full text, what is the function of this description?
Appreciation: the opening paragraph is orderly and beautiful, and a simple and natural picture is outlined with various rhetoric. Judging from the structure of the full text, this description always starts from the full text and explains it.
2. Explain the meaning of the following two sentences in the text.
I seem to have a special feeling for Sophora japonica. Sophora japonica gives me a fresh and pleasant, quiet and elegant, ethereal and quiet artistic conception, and gives us the best gift in life when we are poor and helpless. )
(2) Between ideal and reality, we can only sit on the fence. Between ideal and reality, between fame and burnout, between the world of mortals and quietness, between relaxation and comfort, we can only be in the middle.
3. What is the purpose of quoting Yuan Haowen's poem?
Intention: Profoundly highlight the main idea and add readability and literary color to the article.
4. What are the characteristics of this article in landscape writing?
Features: elegant and quiet, beautiful and quiet.