Reading Question The Rhythm of the Rain Answer 10

Rain has a temperament, and rain has a rhythm. The spring rain is the girl's silky and boneless hands, lightly soothing the jade wrists, brushing the silk strings, and playing a poetic, romantic, soft and graceful intoxicating light**. The spring rain, like silk, has sparsely drifted down, and the beginning of the city is a little dusty, and the faint fragrance of dust is spread in the air.

The spring rain, like smoke and fog, is empty and confused, like the shallow sorrow in the heart of a frowning woman. The spring rain, like a dream, the spring rain over, the willow buds burst, the flowers bloomed, the water was green, a fresh, bright and vibrant spring, it stood out from the gray hard shell of the long winter. Spring is the season of painting, holding a flower umbrella, strolling in the drizzle, or standing under the flower trees, thinking about some distant thoughts, looking at the light swallow notes generally oblique over the rain line notation, isn't it an excellent picture of "falling flowers are independent, micro swifts are flying"?

Tang Dynasty Du Fu.

Li Bai is homesick, and only then will he have the sorrow of "looking up at the bright moon and bowing his head to miss his hometown."

Empty and confused, violent and manic, sonorous and powerful, sometimes small and slow, cold and lonely, lonely and a cappella chorus.

The rhetorical device of anthropomorphic metaphor is used to write the soft and graceful spring rain.

The full text of the general leader, the opening point. The general leader of the full text, the end echoes, and points out the theme.

The rhythm of the rain seems to be a song.

You sent me the article (by the way).

Lotus leaf mother Bingxin.

My father's friend gave us two jars of lotus flowers, one red and one white, and they were placed in the courtyard.

For eight years, I hadn't looked at lotus flowers in the yard—but there were many in the garden in my hometown; There are not only those with pedicles, but also those with three pedicles and four pedicles, all of which are red lotuses.

Nine years ago, on a moonlit night, my grandfather and I were chilling out in the garden. My grandfather smiled and said to me, "When we first opened three tillies in our garden, we just had three sisters added to our big family. Everyone rejoiced and said that it was in response to Huarui. ”

I heard the sound of rain in the middle of the night, and it was a cloudy day in the morning, and I felt a little bored. When I looked out of the window, the white lotus had already gone, and the white petals were floating in the water like a boat. Only a small lotus pod and a few pale yellow whiskers are left on the stem.

That red lotus, which was still in bloom last night, bloomed this morning, standing in the middle of the green leaves.

Still uncomfortable! - After wandering for a while, there was thunder outside the window, and then the heavy rain came, and it became heavier and heavier. The red lotus was beaten left and right by the dense raindrops. Under the unobstructed sky, I didn't dare to go down the stairs, and I couldn't think about it.

Calling to my mother in the house, I hurriedly walked over and sat next to my mother—when I turned around, I suddenly saw a big lotus leaf next to the red lotus, which slowly leaned down and was covering the red lotus—my restless mood was gone!

The rain did not abate, but the red lotus did not shake. The rain kept beating, and only on the brave and merciful lotus leaves, some weak water droplets gathered.

I was deeply moved

Mother! You are the lotus leaf, I am the red lotus, the raindrops in my heart are coming, except for you, who is my shade under the unobstructed sky?

July 21, 1922, is what you and I will say at that time.

In "Lotus Leaf Mother", Bingxin compares herself to a red lotus and her mother to a lotus leaf. Borrowing scenery to write about people and articles about things. The article uses the "rain hitting the red lotus" and "lotus leaf protecting the lotus" as a metaphor for maternal love, which sets off the greatness of maternal love.

In the article, the writer saw the scene of the rain hitting the red lotus and the lotus leaf protecting the lotus, which touched the author's feelings and thought of his mother, so he issued affectionate praise for his mother's love. The specific image of the red lotus in the text represents the mother's spirit of sacrifice and dedication, praises the great selflessness of maternal love, praises the mother, expresses his gratitude to the mother, the red lotus is the author himself, the lotus leaf is the mother, and the raindrops are the difficulties and setbacks in life.

Rain is the most common, three or two days at a time. Don't be annoyed. Look, like cow hair, like flower needles, like filaments, densely woven diagonally, and the roof of the house is covered with a thin layer of smoke.

The leaves of the trees are green and shiny, and the grass is so green that your eyes are strong. In the evening, the lights were on, and a little yellow light set off this quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people walking slowly with umbrellas; There were also peasants who worked in the fields, clothed with hats and hats.

Their thatched huts were sparsely silent in the rain.

Zhu Ziqing wrote about the continuous spring rain in the south: "Look, like cow hair, like flower needles, like filaments, densely woven diagonally, and a thin layer of smoke is shrouded in the roofs of people's houses. This rain makes the leaves of the trees "green and shiny, and the grass so green that your eyes are strong."

On a rainy night, a little yellow light "sets off a quiet and peaceful night".During the day, "the farmer working in the field, wearing a hat and a hat"—this is like a picture of spring rain farming. The drizzle exudes a hazy and serene atmosphere, which readers can quietly appreciate and appreciate the infinite charm of the spring rain scene.

The quietness, serenity and humidity of the spring rain, and the beautiful lyricism of the night rain in the suburbs, express the love and praise for spring, and express a beautiful vision for the future

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2 Good rain knows the season, when spring is coming.

3 For she fed the sorghum with her own milk, and the fat pods, and the round watermelons, and the ripe wheat.

Spike. 4 Characteristics of Spring Rain: Gentleness, Freshness Characteristics of Summer Rain: Competence, Generosity.

light rain; Invisible and silent, but it feels good.

Summer rain in the north: Fierce and rapid.

Autumn Rain: Bleak.

12.Part 4 focuses on writing about your own experiences and experiences.

2.The underlined sentence in the text is appreciated? Which sentence is the line drawn? 3.(1) The text focuses on the quiet, gentle, fresh, and shy character traits of the rain, and pays more attention to the feminine shape.

Elephant, determines that rain is a feminine noun"her".(2) The peach blossoms and pear blossoms are gone, and the sorghum and corn are harvested. She's done what she's supposed to do.

Because most of the year has passed, she has read all the vicissitudes of life. But she is tolerant and open-minded. She is painting the frost leaves that are "red in February", and soon, the new year will come, so she is not lonely.

The theme song of the movie "Quadruple Personality".

Quadruple Personality Quadrophenia (1979) Director: Frank Roddam Genre: Drama **.

quadrophenia: a way of life Duration: 120 min

Country Region: United Kingdom.

Language: English.

Issued by: Brent Walker Film Distributing

Zhu Ziqing "Mountain Rain".

The rain keeps falling, tense and soothing We climb in the vast valley in the playing of the rain, feeling the boundless melody given by God, it is like a violin for a while, empty and light, a moment of iron riding prominent, a moment of spring river flowers and moon, dazzling, dizzying. Raindrop.

It was playing clearly on the umbrella, and it was dripping into the mud along the edge of the umbrella, and there was a sound like a kite, and if you listened closely, there seemed to be no sound in your ears.

Listen again, and it is clear that the land is distant and ethereal, like the fog around you

The rain keeps falling, tense and soothing We climb in the vast valley in the playing of the rain, feeling the boundless melody given by God, it is like a violin for a while, empty and light, a moment of iron riding prominent, a moment of spring river flowers and moon, dazzling, dizzying. Raindrop.

It was playing clearly on the umbrella, and it was dripping into the mud along the edge of the umbrella, and there was a sound like a kite, and if you listened closely, there seemed to be no sound in your ears.

Listen again, and it is clear that the land is distant and ethereal, like the fog around you

The rain keeps falling, tense and soothing We climb in the vast valley in the playing of the rain, feeling the boundless melody given by God, it is like a violin for a while, empty and light, a moment of iron riding prominent, a moment of spring river flowers and moon, dazzling, dizzying. Raindrop.

It was playing clearly on the umbrella, and it was dripping into the mud along the edge of the umbrella, and there was a sound like a kite, and if you listened closely, there seemed to be no sound in your ears.

Listen again, and it is clear that the land is distant and ethereal, like the fog around you

Zhu Ziqing's prose "Mountain Rain".