面对语文,我真的不乖,至少高三是这样的。又是阅读欣赏,我呕心得想吐。一处写景,五六个作用,一句记叙现实的话,却暗合全篇、铺垫、暗示……仿佛每一个作家都成了柯南道尔。一处小小的细节,都在作者的精心策划下,变成了指出凶手的佐证。语文成了工具。不再有无动机的单纯;不再有率性的思维,天真的感悟。每一个作家都似乎有很深的城府,把文章织成了一张密不透风的大网,读者不过是网上的飞虫。 Face the language, I am really unkind, at least the third year is like this. Reading and appreciation, I vomit and vomit. A scene, five or six roles, a memoir of the reality, but conceal the whole chapter, bedding, suggesting ... ... as if every writer has become Conan Doyle. A small detail, under the author’s careful planning, became evidence of the murderer. Chinese has become a tool. No longer motivated simplicity; no more immediate thinking, naive sentiment. Every writer seems to have a deep city government, the article woven into a big airtight net, the reader is just a web bug.