The Death of the Classics Read the answers, and the feelings after reading The Death of the Classic

I walked out with my feet up, brushing the fine sweat from my head. In front of me, there was a somewhat dirty sky, and a few gray clouds were scattered around. It's not as clear and blue as it used to be.

Alas! A sigh gently blew into my ears, "Who remembers the old world?" Who remembers life as it was?

Originally? Appearance? I pulled out the only book in my backpack and lifted its veil.

I gently closed my eyes and sketched out the poem in my mind, outlining the song.

Shengri seeks the four waterfronts, and the boundless scenery is new. "The sun is warm, the wind is blowing softly, and a pair of feet are walking leisurely, wanting to find the beautiful scenery of that good day, the shore of Surabaya. Beautiful, so beautiful.

On a hot day, the sunflower is hairy. Spray nose incense ten miles of lotus. "The sun is a little scorching, and it is summer, and the pomegranate flowers are blooming brilliantly and delicately. The fragrance of lotus flowers spreads out, and the fragrance is far away. Beautiful, so beautiful.

Then, on a certain day. Nature is getting farther and farther away from us. No more mention of the beauty of the four seasons, no more mention of the elves bustling in the mountains and trees, and no more mention of the leisure and fun of certain moments. Everything just disappeared.

Then, on a certain day. Poetry and painting are getting farther and farther away from us. There is no longer a subdued recitation, no longer a very charming southern and northern tone, and no longer a chic ink painting that turns into rain. Everything is just gone.

Our life is getting better and better, science and technology are developed, and traffic is busy. There is no curling smoke, no fragrant fields, and no more of us who are full of feelings. Now we are trapped in an iron box made of reinforced concrete.

We started out easily and had a lot of fun. But when will we start to wake up and start to be bored?

When we lack the love of nature and the pursuit of feelings, what are we left behind? Where is our faith dying?

Go ahead and do something! To seek, to feel, what we want is not just to sigh alone, but to be brave enough to find and return to the truth.

1.Read (6) -7) and say which sentence best sums it up. The meaning of the word "embarrassing". (4 points).

2.Which sentence do you think is better than the original sentence or the changed sentence, and briefly explain the reasons. (4 points).

Original sentence: How many precious animals and plants have been reduced to specimens forever? How many fresh ecological loose-sheets have been torn off from our pupils and wiped out? How many poetic landscapes have become distant out of print?

To change the sentence: How many precious animals and plants, fresh ecological loose-sheets, and poetic landscapes have gradually disappeared.

Answer: 1Obviously, the "classical scene" has long been gone, and there is no reference or correspondence to be found at the moment, but it is necessary for the late students to be hard lyrical and intoxicated.

2.The original sentence is better expressed. The first is to use the sentence structure to list all kinds of lost classical scenes, which is more shocking; the second is to use rhetorical questions to make the emotions more intense, reminding people to think deeply and introspect; the third is the use of appropriate metaphors to vividly describe the tragic situation of the loss of various classical scenes, which is shocking; Fourth, the words "tear it off and undo it" are used to vividly write the scene of the destruction of the classical scene and convey the grief in the author's heart.

3.It conveys the author's grief over the loss of classical scenes and the fact that they can no longer find those precious classical aesthetic elements; There are also classical texts such as the Book of Songs, it is difficult to really enter the soul of the classics, and the mourning of farewell to the classics is made.

Written by Wang Kailing and published by Shuhai Publishing House in 2010, the author expresses his infinite nostalgia for natural beauty with a unique perspective and delicate brushstrokes.

This is a book that traces the classics, defends life, and remembers human childhood.

It is a book that awakens memories and restores the aesthetics of the modern senses and the mind.

My attention will start from the details of nature, from those things that have been here but said goodbye, from those elements of survival that have been let down by humans, such as rivers, wells, silence, night, fireflies, insects, water bridges, hills, wilderness, pigeon whistles, swallow's nests, villages... For example, the lunar calendar, solar terms, taboos, hometown, farming, women's weaving, foot power, neighborhood, strolling, on the way to school...

I'm more and more convinced of two things: good things are original; Good stuff should be free.