Daddy s Flowers Have Fallen Something like this

In summer, the season when the sun is dazzling, the sun is unique and I don't know how to accept it.

In the summer, I have been squatting in the corner of the playground. Looking at those people, they kept running. Looking at them, I remembered myself.

In the eyes of others, I was always happy. It's crazy every day. I giggle and laugh every day.

In the eyes of my elders, I was quiet. In fact, even I don't know what kind of person I am. It's the one who is happy and crazy at the same time.

Or a child who grows up with the sun on his back.

Walking in a strange and somewhat familiar hometown. I saw the tree from my childhood memories again. It's growing taller again.

There is also a child under the tree. Whether he's like me. Always under the tree, writing about his heart.

I fell in love with that girl again. I quarreled with my table mate again, maybe my parents blamed me for a little thing. After writing it, I buried it deep in the ground.

These things, I thought it would be buried in the bottom of my heart. But I remember it vividly. Childhood.

Without the company of his peers, he lives alone. Those unhappy, those childish things. All drifted into the air with the melody of **.

When I grew up, I learned to be hypocritical, I learned to cover up, and I buried those who were once buried in the graves of those youths. Learn to use **, use words, and tell everything about yourself. Those unbearable memories of the past have all been forgotten.

Sometimes, I often ask myself if when a clown cries, people will think he's acting and laugh at him. Perhaps, I am like the clown, living in my own ordinariness, lost in what others call pride.

Pain, to carry yourself, in front of people, always sunny and confident, smiling. All the fragility is left to oneself and shown one by one, however, it is not only ......yourself who loves yourself after all

I just wanted to say something I don't know. But. There are very few friends around.

What are those words? Are those**? Are those days of sitting in the sun and thinking?

Or those days of staring at the blue sky and thinking? Sky. The blue one is heart-wrenching.

Whether it will also be sad. also has its own grief. I just wouldn't say it.

Or can't say. Still can't find anyone willing to listen.

He wept, kept his tears, and searched for his own youth. He wept. Towards the blue sky, words, **, those unknown things that are told.

Can't answer**", "The Boy with His Eyes Closed", "Half an Hour Dad" The above three articles are from the fourth issue of "Micro** Selected Magazine" in 2011. There's a lot of beauty in it. You can subscribe if you want.

Zhang Ailing's "Children's Words are Mowgli".

Lin Haiyin's "The Story of Marriage", "Evening Sunshine", "Old Things in the South of the City".

Shen Congwen "Border City".

Zhang Xiaofeng's "Song of Things" and "The Mad Man".

Sanmao "Everything is Happy".

Shi Tiesheng's should meet the requirements.

"Daddy's Flowers Have Fallen" is selected from "Old Things in the South of the City". The book is the most influential work of the famous Taiwanese female writer Lin Haiyin, and is a collection of autobiographical short stories set in the life of the age of seven to thirteen, published in 1960. The book tells a story about Yingzi's childhood through the author's childish eyes on the memories of his childhood, reflecting the author's nostalgia for childhood and longing for his hometown.

Therefore, the genre of "Daddy's Flowers Fall" is **, which can also be said to be a narrative.

**It seems,I remember the teacher said.。。。

Ah, a narrative, of course! It's an old thing in the south of the city.

"Daddy's flowers have fallen" is a pun, which can be understood in this way: the first meaning is literal, and the flowers of Daddy's oleander have withered, setting a tone for the rest of the narrative; The second meaning is that Dad's favorite flower is oleander, so oleander is a symbol of Dad's character image to a certain extent in the author's heart.

The fall of Dad's flowers symbolizes the death of Dad, who loved oleanders. This way of writing expresses the author's nostalgia for his father and his grief for his father's death, implicit but not revealing, sad but not sad.

Yingzi, don't be afraid, no matter what copy is difficult, as long as you do it, you will get through. ”

Without a father, you have to take care of yourself, and take care of your younger brother and sister, you're already old, aren't you? ”

Daddy's flowers have fallen, and I'm no longer a child.

It's not classical Chinese, the meaning is very clear, and there is no need to explain it at all? The surface of these words does not need to be analyzed at all, and the meaning contained in the words is also written there, completely in Mandarin, just like we speak, so there is no need to write and appreciate this, right?