The feeling of reading in autumn in the old capital

Thoughts on Reading Autumn in the Old Capital

When I am at home, I have nothing to do. I just looked through it and found the junior high school textbook. I read the article inside. Autumn in the old capital impressed me the most. Rereading it again, I feel different.

If rain can arouse people's faint homesickness, then autumn can bring people's thoughts to the past memories, perhaps in the beauty of nostalgia, perhaps in the sigh of the fleeting time, in short, all rich feelings are involved in the bleak autumn, drifting with the wind. Autumn, whether in color or posture, always gives people a lonely feeling, such as the blue sky, the sound of pigeon training, the blue or white morning glory, the lingering sound of Qiu Chan and the falling rain described by the author. I seem to see these scenery and hear them.

Hearing those voices, my heart softened a little.

After autumn, the leaves become more and more yellow. With the autumn wind, the leaves spin in the air and then fall to the ground, like a tired butterfly. At this time, I can also "count a little bit of sunshine leaking from the bottom of Sophora japonica leaves, or face the morning glory blue like morning glory in the broken waist, and naturally feel autumn." However, we can't see many locust trees here. Poplar trees are very common. How far a road leads, there are really poplars on both sides of the road. No end in sight, very far away. I like walking on thick fallen leaves and looking at the sky through withered branches. That kind of feeling is like what the author said, "stepping on it, there is no sound, no smell, only a little tiny and soft touch." This is also a very quiet feeling.

"Under the gray sky, a cool breeze suddenly came and it began to rain." Such autumn rain is always depressing. After an autumn rain, the air became transparent. I often watch the autumn rain fall quietly in front of the window, and often listen to it fall on the dead leaves at night. That kind of mood is something you can't understand until autumn. More like what the author said in the article, "autumn rain is frozen", I will feel a little chill gradually.

Beiping, a beautiful but fragile ancient city, has carried thousands of years of Chinese civilization and is beautiful. In the sudden storm of the 19th century, he looked so decadent.

It is worth pondering why Yu Dafu, whose ancestral home is in the south of the Yangtze River, feels and observes the autumn in the north so deeply. "Get up in the morning, make a bowl of tea and sit in the yard", watch "the blue sky", listen to "the sound of pigeons flying" and count "the leaked sunshine"; After sweeping the street in the shade, the traces left on the dust look delicate, subconscious and lonely. "These are the pictures painted by the author after his leisurely gesture is filtered, and such meticulous brushwork is not only carefree and fresh, but also faintly captures the vicissitudes of an ancient city, giving people a sense of loneliness.

In Yu Dafu's eyes, it is a symbol. At this time, it is not only the old capital of one person, but also the old capital of the whole Chinese nation. He was sad to visit his old capital again. On the one hand, he thought of his bumpy life, the loss of his father at the age of three, his son in middle age, his beloved wife's divorce, and the tragic death of his mother and brother all made him "speechless and shed tears first"; On the other hand, when he saw that Beijing was like a rickety duckweed at this time, his love for his motherland was instantly generate. Because at this time, the clouds of war are gathering in the north of China. After the fall of Northeast China, the Japanese invaders successively occupied Shanhaiguan and Chengde, and then coveted the whole of North China and even China. Under the attack of internal and external troubles, Yu Dafu was suddenly enlightened and wrote the autumn of his old capital.

The cool breeze and autumn rain are chilling, which is also found in the south of the Yangtze River. "But the color is not strong, and the aftertaste is not watery." In the old capital, locust trees can be heard everywhere, making people feel that "the weather is cool, it is good autumn." However, this ancient city and the civilization endowed by history seem to be teetering in the fog of the times and the smoke of war, which can not help but make people feel attached to beauty. The beauty of autumn in the old capital lies in its quietness, its rich colors and lasting aftertaste, and its tireless reading. This kind of beauty is not as lively as Shanghai, as vast as Nanjing, as beautiful as Yangzhou and as calm as Hangzhou. This kind of beauty is also immortal because of the author's pursuit.

Although we don't have to investigate Zhuang Yanyi's words when the author read Autumn in the Old Capital, we should carefully understand the secret activities of his spiritual feelings. At the end of the article, the author wrote: Autumn, this autumn in the north, if I can stay, I would like to fold two-thirds of my life and get a third of the fraction.

It is hard to say that this is just a lingering attachment to natural solar terms. If this passage is not written in a specific historical background, people may not have any associations, but even if that specific historical background is put aside, this passage is still a good article with deep feelings. The article itself is a complete three-dimensional world and a work of art that can be studied from many aspects and angles.

From beginning to end, he always reveals the author's sad and euphemistic feelings, just like the sadness of facing the local land that is about to leave, or the sadness of playing with a work of art and watching it fall into the hands of others. Yu Dafu wrote about the autumn of the old capital, and wrote about the sadness that came quietly, revealing his sadness in this tranquility.

Put your feelings between mountains and rivers, put your feelings on natural scenery, and the sad and silky emotional flow, with a leisurely meaning, flows into your heart and mine.