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几年前,为解读《夹竹桃》,我翻开《季羡林散文集》,从此便爱上了季老的文字。冬天,遥望小区池塘里安静的残荷,我想起了《清塘荷韵》,竖起耳朵,希望能听到它们冬眠的鼾声;春天,院落里那株海棠开花了,我想起了《怀念西府海棠》,眼前花色娇艳,脑海里却是季老怅望晴空、老泪潸然的形象;夏天,老家旧屋前的丝瓜棚下,我想起了《神奇的丝瓜》,一时陷入沉思,揣摩着丝瓜们神奇的思想……然而,我最喜欢的是《听雨》。江南雨多,我时有吟诵《听雨》的念头,尤其是蒙蒙细雨,像牛毛,像蚕丝,无声无息里,那种冲动更为强烈。临湖的阳台上,一张仿古的藤椅,一杯香茗,玩味着《听雨》里的文字,多么美好的享受。檐溜敲打铁
A few years ago, in order to interpret “oleander”, I opened the “Ji Xianlin essay”, from then on fell in love with the season old text. In winter, overlooking the quiet pond in the residual pool, I remembered the “clear pond lotus”, erect ears, hoping to hear their hibernation snoring; spring, the courtyard that flowering crabapple flowering, and I remembered the “miss West Begonia ”, in front of beautiful colors, but my mind is the old quarter of the blue sky, tears suddenly; the summer, the old house in front of the loofah shed, I remembered the“ magic loofah ”, sometimes lost in thought, try to figure out loofah Magical thoughts ... However, my favorite is “listening to the rain.” Jiangnan Yu Duo, I sometimes chant “to hear the rain,” the idea, especially the drizzle, like ox hair, like silk, silent, the impulse is more intense. On the lakeside terrace, an antique wicker chair, a cup of tea, playful “to hear the rain” in the text, how beautiful to enjoy. Yan Yan knock on the iron