What does the water drop in the forest mean, Water in the Forest drip poetry

"Drops of Water in the Forest" is a prose poem, one of the peaks of Prishvin's creative achievements, it brings us into a kingdom of forests, vividly showing the beauty and richness of this kingdom, the text is beautiful and smooth, the artistic conception is timeless, contains a kind of rhyme, people can't put it down when reading, it is a condensed philosophy about nature and creation.

Prishvin has a keen eye for nature, which is vibrant, colourful, playful, full of heart-warming poetry and philosophy, and sometimes humorous.

Drops of water in the forest. Prishvin [former Soviet Union].

Some people say that I am healthy because I am well nourished and breathe fresh air. "How nice your face is, it's probably still an old habit, living in the forest. How's the hunting going? "I always politely say that the forest and hunting are the best conditions for health.

It's the same thing - my hunt! I use the ordinary hunting outside to cover up and defend my internal hunt in front of everyone. I am a hunter who hunts down my soul, and I find and recognize my soul sometimes on the young spruce fruit, sometimes on the body of a squirrel, sometimes on the fern grass illuminated by the small window in the shade of the sun, and sometimes on the bustling clearing.

Is it possible to hunt this thing? Can you tell anyone about this beautiful thing? Needless to say, no one will understand.

The reason why I have a strong body is not because the air in the swamp is good, nor because the nutrition is good, my nutrition is the most ordinary. I live by the hope and joy of exploring the good, and it is possible for me to draw nourishment from here, for I am more or less ready to bear the regret: if I ask the cuckoo how long I will live, it will not finish two "coo-coo" in a row, but only fly away with a "coo".

Recently, when I read Prishvin's "Water Drops in the Forest", the fresh language came straight to the eye.

This bright field of flowers is a wonderful sight, as if a bluebird flew from a distant country and stayed here for the night and left behind this green field. "The bluebird brings the blue fields, and the richness of the imagination can be seen.

The yellow pink butterfly, a yellow butterfly, rests on a branch and folds its wings like a leaf. It wouldn't fly away until the sun warmed it, it couldn't fly, and it didn't even want to run away from my fingers reaching for it. "Butterflies fold into leaves, and the sun warms up, what an interesting language.

Today, the sky is obscured by dark clouds, and the river lies under the clouds, as if under a quilt, and no longer echoes the world – no more! The dark clouds are compared to quilts, and the word "lying" is used to give vitality to the river, and the image is vivid.

There is a lot of language like this in the book. It would not have been possible to write such a delicate language without a meticulous observation of nature. The author Prishvin is called "the great artist of the whole", "the hundred herbs of the Russian language", "the pioneer of world ecological literature and nature literature".

He has traveled all his life, has a deep love for nature, and has a wealth of biological knowledge, turning his love and kindness for people, nature, and all things into poetic and philosophical organic and unified prose.

Reading "Drops in the Woods" is like reading poems!

Prishvin (1873-1954) is a very distinctive figure in the history of Russian literature in the 20th century. At the beginning of the century, he entered the Russian literary scene as a poet with a strong sense of the universe, a scholar with the ability to listen to the voices of birds and beasts, and the sounds of grass and insects. In the course of half a century of literary creation, although he has experienced the decline of critical realism, the rise of modernism and the prosperity of socialist realism in the development of Russian literature, he has always maintained his individualized artistic pursuit.

His work not only broadened the thematic scope of modern Russian prose, but also gave it a style in its original sense.

Prishvin's most famous nature works include "Nature's Calendar", "Water Drops in the Forest", "The Hometown of the Crane", "Where the Birds Are Not Surprised", etc., and some chapters of many of his works have been selected into Chinese textbooks for primary and secondary schools.

Summer vacation is here, and I'm going to play in nature!

In the green forest, a pair of good friends are whispering! Let's hear ......

The bear and the fox sat back to back, on the grass in the forest, under the ginkgo trees. Overhead, the endless blue sky is dotted with endless white clouds, and canaries fly through the air, singing as they fly.

Trembling little fox——".

Well. "We can't get enough of the Green Forest, it's different every day. Well. ”

The ugly green bug turned into a charming green-sleeved butterfly. ”

Well. "The first green fruit of the ginkgo tree poked out from the leaves, and the light was defeated. ”

Well. The gray spider weaved a silver web and caught a yellow leaf with a wormhole. ”

Well. "The first lily of the valley bloomed, and the little ladybug stared at the lily of the valley for a long time, he wouldn't do anything stupid, right? ”

Well. "There was an ant who used to walk the maze on the bark of a pine tree, but he didn't come yesterday. He came to walk the maze every three days. ”

Well. "Today, the sound of the wind blowing the leaves seems to be different from yesterday. With your eyes closed, do you hear anything? Isn't the sound green, sweet, well, a little cool? ”

Well. "I feel like my eyes are darker and brighter than yesterday, and watery, like ......It's like a pebble washed by the stream in the Lotus Creek, or a small tadpole swimming in the stream. I can see everything. You feel the same way, little fox, right? ”

Well. "In our green forest, I don't feel like it's enough to live in three lifetimes. Whoever wants me to get out of here, I'll cry and cry until I dry my tears. Do you think the same way, little fox? ”

Well. "Great, little fox! I feel like we're better than we were yesterday. It didn't seem like we were that good yesterday. ”

Well. "I've thought about it, little fox, our green forest is so good because of you. What about you, do you think the same way I do? ”

Well. "Little fox, you've been 'um', why? ”

I'm drunk! ”

Drunk? It's wonderful, I'm drunk with you. Is it to close your eyes? ”

Well. They both didn't say anything, and sat back to back—a black and silver furball ball leaning against a red furball ball. Drunk?

A sparkling drop of water fell silently and landed on the heads of the bear and the fox clinging to each other. They didn't move, they felt it silently. The drop of water, flowing cautiously, swam like an ant walking through a labyrinth.

It was a drop in the forest.

Yo-yo bear, I think we're better than we were yesterday.

Well. I love our home so much, "Fairy Tale Kingdom"! Do you think the same way I do?

Well. You little sloth bear! Don't just close your eyes and get drunk! Come play with me!