A Locust Leaf author Ji Xian appreciation

Appreciating poetry. 2. Analyze the first verse of the poem.

Question: What is written in this section?

Explicit: Write a "locust leaf".

However, this locust leaf uses an extremely elaborate modifier: "all over the world" indicates the range; "The rarest and most precious" indicates the degree; "The most heartbreaking and tear-jerking" points out the story behind it; "Thin, dry, light grayish-yellow" indicates its shape, color. Such a locust leaf makes the poet see things and feelings, and his sadness is overflowing.

3. Analyze the second verse of the poem.

Question: What is written in this section?

Clear: Write about the origin of the locust leaves.

Follow-up question: What is the function of locust leaves?

Explicit: It is used as a bookmark for a collection of poems. Here, "an ancient collection of poems" has a cultural symbol, perhaps referring to the ancient Chinese culture, although it has forgotten its specific origin, but it must be the locust leaves of the homeland, the poet is slightly pleased because it makes the poet's homesickness have sustenance, and also suddenly opens the door of the poet's strong homesickness.

4. Analyze the third verse of the poem.

Question: What is written in this section?

Clear: The hope for the future expresses the emotion of the wanderer's homecoming.

Consider: What poetic device is used in this verse? How is a poem written?

Explicit: The technique of association is used. The leaves of the locust tree are associated with the soil of the homeland, and then the season with the faint fragrance of locust flowers.

5. Summary. This poem takes "a locust leaf" as the image, which conveys the poet's homesickness and longing for homesickness, starting with the locust leaf at the beginning, and ending with the hope of returning to the season of the fragrance of locust flowers.

This is the most beautiful piece in the world, the most rare, the most precious piece, and the most sad and tearful piece;

Thin, dry, light grayish-yellow locust leaves.

I forgot that it was picked up in Jiangnan, Jiangbei, in which city, in which garden, and it was sandwiched in an ancient book of poetry, and over the years, there was no slight damage.

The locust leaves that gently slide down like cicada wings, when you look closely, are still stained with some soil from your homeland.

The old country, ah, ah, to what year, month, and day.

so that I can return to your arms again.

Go and enjoy one of the most enjoyable in the world.

The season with a faint scent of locust flowers? ......

Ji Xian. Nature has given so many gifts to human beings, but the poet loves this small locust leaf alone, because it comes from his hometown. There are thousands of mountains and rivers in his hometown, but the poet only has a locust leaf.

When he first picked up this piece of Huaichun Dan leaves, he did not think that he would leave his homeland and drift to an isolated island in the future; Perhaps it was simply because of the poetic germ of his sensitive mind, or his beauty-loving nature, that he inadvertently sandwiched it into a collection of poems, and then forgot where he picked it up. And once he was far away from his hometown, when his strong homesickness made him almost nowhere to suction, this locust leaf gave him great spiritual comfort. Therefore, an ordinary locust leaf picked up at that time and place, just because it came from the homeland, is regarded as the "most beautiful", "the most rare" and "the most precious" piece in the world.

It is only because of the imaginable and untouchable and unattainable unforgettable thoughts of the homeland, a gentle guess of the dead leaves, but it occupies such a dignified weight in the poet's heart, making it "the most sad" and "the most tearful", from which we can see how deep the poet's longing for the homeland is. Because of the thoughts that never die, because of the thoughts that are triggered from time to time, because of the more and more thoughts that accumulate, the poet looks at it again and again, looks at it, and recalls it. It is "thin" and "gently glides down like a cicada's wings"; It is "dry" and "still stained with some soil from the homeland"; It is "pale grayish-yellow" and has "not been slightly damaged" over the years.

These descriptions, of course, show the poet's meticulous observation of things, and show his natural sensitivity and affection, but why can't they more profoundly explain the poet's deep love and thoughts? It is precisely in this way that he makes an affectionate call at the end of the poem: "O old country, ahhh

At this point, the emotional undercurrent that has been surging finally can't hold back anymore and pours out. From the heartfelt expression to the direct expression of the heart, from the accumulation of momentum to the trigger, we see the emotional development trajectory of this poem from hidden to explicit, from weak to strong, and thus we have obtained the aesthetic enjoyment of intuitive stereotype and emotional resonance.

Looking at this sentence alone, there is no previous text to quote from the later text, and I feel that he simply wants to bathe in the bright sunshine of March, to smell the faint fragrance, and to feel the baptism of spring. And the time he was in or it was spring, and the tiredness of the day made him naturally fantasize about the faint fragrance under the bright sun; Or not, what he is looking forward to is a long-lost, untouchable, and romantic spring, of course, just from this sentence.

After reading the full text, I realized that he was looking forward to returning to a foreign country in a different place, and after his longing and love for his homeland were intertwined, a natural expression of emotion. After reading the full text, I realized that he was not in the spring, he was living in a different place, and the locust leaves that were sandwiched in the book had no fragrance to be found, and this leaf was born in the same homeland as him, and had similar encounters, he knew that like the locust leaves, the branches grew and the branches grew, and the branches gave him flesh and blood.

Such a locust leaf makes the poet see things and feelings, and his sadness is overflowing. Make this masterpiece, a sign of homesickness. Let us have endless aftertaste, maybe we only like those few words, but those few sentences all come from the pure heart of a homesick guest resident.

Such a soul is far more beautiful than poetry.

The poet wants to enjoy one of the most pleasant seasons in the world with a faint fragrance of locust flowers, your imagination, specifically described.

We are enjoying the beautiful sunshine, happiness, happiness and the arrival of the season.