"Haiyan" is a prose written by contemporary writer Zheng Zhenduo. The author captures the characteristics of swallows in the article, uses delicate brushwork to express his ambitions, and expresses his longing for his hometown by seeing the little swallows in a foreign land. Below I have compiled the original text of the seventh grade Haiyan course for your reference.
The jet-black feathers are smooth, beautiful, and clever. Together with a pair of scissor-like tails and a pair of strong and brisk wings, they form such a cute and lively little swallow. In the spring of February and March, the gong was blowing slightly, and the drizzle fell from the sky for no reason. Thousands of soft willows all relaxed their yellow-green eyes, red, white, and yellow. The flowers, green grass, and green leaves all rush in like people rushing to the market, forming a brilliant spring. Those little swallows, such smart and cute little swallows, also fly from the south. Adding this wonderful spring scenery to the picture adds a lot of life and interest to the spring scene. The little swallow, with its double scissor-like tail, flies sideways in the bright sky in the breeze and drizzle, or when the sun is shining all over the ground. With a chirping sound, it has flown from the rice fields here to the other side. Under the high willow. A few more were flying gracefully across the sparkling lake surface. The scissored tails or wingtips of the little swallows occasionally touched the water, and the small circles rippled away in circles. There are a few tired pairs over there, resting leisurely on the slender wires - tender blue spring, a few wooden poles, a few thin lines connecting the poles, and a few thick lines parked on the wires. And the tiny black dots are the swallows. What an interesting picture that is! There are also happy families one after another. They even specially prepared two small nests for our little swallows and placed them at the highest point of the hall beam. If this family has a plaque, then the place behind the plaque will be the best for little swallows. A place to nest. In the first year, the little swallows came to live. In the second year, our little swallows, the same pair as last year, came to live again.
"The swallow returns to find its old stronghold."
It is still the host and the guest from last year. What a harmonious relationship between them! Occasionally there are several houses, but little swallows don't come to visit, which makes the owner very sad. They can't invite such distinguished guests, and they always think that their luck is bad.
This is the little swallow in our hometown. The cute and lively little swallow has made so many children cheer, pay attention, and be intoxicated, and has made so many farmers and citizens sad. Holding, or pointing with comfort, how many spring colors have been added, how many little swallows are interested in our spring!
Today, we are thousands of miles away from home! It’s thousands of miles away from the country! Standing on the floating house, galloping among the vast sea waves, we unexpectedly saw our little swallow.
These little swallows are the pair from our hometown, two pairs? Are they the pair we saw in our hometown this spring? Two pairs?
Seeing them, can the wanderers not feel homesickness, at least like a light smoke?
The sea water is an extremely bright blue, and the waves are as smooth as the West Lake in the spring morning. The occasional breeze only blows thousands of tiny sparkling wrinkles, which makes it even more beautiful. The golden water surface under the early summer sun looks warm, beautiful and pleasant. I have never seen such a beautiful sea! The sky is also extremely bright blue, with only a few light gauze-like clouds lying flat in the sky, just like a girl wearing a beautiful blue summer dress, but with a thin and light white cloud around her neck. Gauze scarf. I have never seen such a beautiful sky! We leaned on the blue boat railing and looked at the beautiful sea and sky silently; we had no distracting thoughts at all, we were intoxicated, and we were taken into the crystal clear sky.
At this moment, two, three, or four of our little swallows appeared on the sea. They were still slanting across the sea gracefully and calmly, just like on a small lake; the water was still rippled in circles several times by its scissor-like tail and wingtips. The little swallow flies across the vast sea. Don't you feel tired? Won't it be caught in a storm? We are so worried about them!
The little swallow rested calmly.
They spread their wings, and as soon as their bodies fell, they landed on the sea. Their wings supported their weight like floating rings. They looked like a small black water bird, floating up and down with the waves, leisurely and comfortable. The sea is such a peaceful home for them, we really can't believe it.
In our hometown, can we still imagine that our little swallow is such a maritime hero?
The sea water was still flat and waveless. Many tiny sea fish were frightened by our boat and swarmed away into the distance. As they flew, streaks of fish appeared on the water. The long marks are just like the long marks we made when we used tiles to float on the water when we were children. Is this little fish food for our little swallows?
The little swallows were swooping and floating on the sea. Are they really the little swallows from our hometown?
Ah, homesickness, homesickness like light smoke!