Prose article appreciation - the rain in the warm country has never changed into cold, hard and brilliant flowers. Knowledgeable people think he is monotonous, and he thinks he is unlucky, doesn't he?

Appreciation of Lu Xun's prose

Rain in warm country , Never changed the cold hard brilliant snowflakes . Knowledgeable people find him monotonous , He thought he was unlucky ? The snow in the south of the Yangtze River , But it's so nourishing and beautiful ﹔ That's the faint news of youth , It's very healthy virgin skin . There is blood red Baozhu mountain tea in the snow field , One petal plum blossom with blue in white , Dark yellow chime, wax Plum Blossom ; There are cold green weeds under the snow . Butterflies really don't have ; Whether bees come to collect honey from Camellia and plum blossom , I don't really remember . But before my eyes, I seem to see winter flowers blooming in the snow , There are many bees flying busily , I can also hear them buzzing .

The children are red with cold , Little hands like purple ginger , Seven or eight come together to make snow Arhats . Because it didn't succeed , Whose father also came to help . Luohan is much taller than children , Although it's just a pile up and down , Finally, I can't tell whether it's Hu Lu or Luo Han ; But very white , Very bright , Bond with its own moisture , The whole ground glitters . The children used longan cores to make his eyes , Who stole Rouge from his mother's toilet box and applied it to his lips . This time it's really a big arhat . He sat in the snow with his eyes burning and his lips red .

The next day, several children came to visit him ; By the way, he clapped his hands , Nod , Giggle . But he finally sat alone . Sunny days come again to relieve his skin , The cold night made him ice again , Turn into an uncomfortable crystal ﹔ The continuous sunny days made him wonder what it was , And the rouge on the mouth also faded .

however , The snowflakes in the new moon are flying , But always like powder , Like sand , They never stick , Retreat to the house , On the ground , On withered grass , this is it . The snow on the house has been quietly melted , Because of the warmth of the fire in the house . other , On a sunny day , The whirlwind suddenly came , Then vigorously fly , Shine brightly in the sunlight , Like a flame ' The fog , Rotate and ascend the password , Filled space ; Make the space rotate and twinkle upward .

In the boundless wilderness , Under the cold sky , The soul of the rain is shining ......

Yes , It's lonely snow , It's the dead rain , Is the soul of rain .