#挑战30天在头条写日记#
今天是2023年7月27日，星期四，天气晴朗。
今天也记了许些单词，主要任务还是学习，刷一些课，看一些文章，练点字罢了。
最近有点多愁善感，可能是最近老上火的原因吧。
又感慨一下时间吧，感觉今天过得很快，时间在不经意中就流走了。让我想到了“时间似水,奔流入海,一去不返.
时间如云,风过处,渐行渐远.
回首过往,犹如掌中沙,于指缝间流逝.”
今天也读了不少文章，所以又到了分享文章的时间啦。
首先因为今天分享的文章是关于夏天的。所以大家有什么关于夏天想分享的事情吗？那我就先分享文章咯。
今天分享的文章题目是“夏感”。
美文赏读
夏感
梁衡
充满整个夏天的是一个紧张、热烈、急促的旋律。好像炉子上的一锅冷水在逐渐泛泡、冒汽而终于沸腾了一样，山坡上的芊芊细草渐渐滋成一片密密的厚发，林带上的淡淡绿烟也凝成一堵黛色长墙。轻飞漫舞的蜂蝶不多见了，却换来烦人的蝉儿。潜在树叶间一声声地长鸣。火红的太阳烘烤着一片金黄的大地，麦浪翻滚着，扑打着远处的山，天上的云，扑打着公路上的汽车，像海浪涌着一艘艘的舰船。金色主宰了世界上的一切，热风浮动着，飘过田野，吹送着已熟透了的麦香。那春天的灵秀之气经过半年的积蓄，这时已酿成一种磅礴之势，在田野上滚动，在天地间升腾。夏天到了。
夏天的色彩是金黄的。按绘画的观点，这大约有其中的道理。春之色为冷的绿，如碧波，如嫩竹，贮满希望之情；秋之色为热的赤，如夕阳，如红叶，标志着事物的终极。夏天当春华秋实之间，自然应了这中性的黄色，收获之已有而希望还未尽，正是一个承前启后、生命交替的旺季。你看，麦子刚刚割过，田间那挑着七八片绿叶的棉苗、那朝天举着喇叭筒的高粱、玉米，那在地上匍匐前进的瓜秧，无不迸发出旺盛的活力。这时他们已不是在春风微雨中细滋漫长，而是在暑气的蒸腾下，蓬蓬勃发，向秋的终点作着最后冲刺。
夏天的旋律是紧张的，人们的每一根神经都被绷紧。你看田间那些挥镰的农民，弯着腰，流着汗，只是想着快割，快割；麦子上场了，又想着快打，快打。他们早起晚睡亦够苦了，半夜醒来还要听听窗纸，可是起风了；看看窗外，天空可是遮上了云。麦子打完了，该松一口气了，又得赶快去给秋苗追肥、浇水。"田家少闲月，五月人倍忙"，他们的肩上挑着夏秋两季。
遗憾的是，历代文人不知写了多少春花秋月，却极少有夏的影子。大概，春日溶溶，秋波澹澹，而夏呢，总是浸在苦涩的汗水里。有闲情逸致的人，自然不喜欢这种紧张的旋律。我却想大声赞美这个春与秋之间的黄金的夏季。
【心赏】这是一篇优美的散文。文章抓住夏天的热烈和充满紧张、急促的旋律的特点，描绘了金黄色的大地上暑气蒸腾、麦浪翻滚、万物蓬勃生长的景象，表达了对夏天的喜爱之情，深情赞美了辛 劳作的农民。
在诗人作家笔下，夏并不是一个受到青睐的季节。梁衡却敢于履新涉奇，从人所寡言处言之，"大声赞美这个春与秋之间的黄金的夏季"。须知，这赞美本身就很值得我们赞美。而他在这篇作品中造的编辑境界、丰厚含茹和高致的美，他的英华吐纳的娟秀语言，更令人由衷叹服。《夏感》确实够得上是当代散文中一篇难得的精品。
古文典故
荷是夏天的骄子，荷是水中的君子。这个季节所有的花与它相比，都失去了颜色；这个季节也再没有其他的花，能像它一样得到人们如此多的笔墨赞美。"予独爱莲之出淤泥而不染，濯清涟而不妖"，北宋哲学家周敦颐的这一千古咏荷绝唱，道出了荷花生淤泥之中却能自洁自清，常洗濯于清波之间却能不媚不艳的君子品格。正是荷花这种高尚、朴实、纯洁的荷之美、韵之情，勾起了无数文人骚客的赏荷遐思。
◇微风摇紫叶，轻露拂朱房。中池所以绿，待我泛红光。
--（南朝梁）沈约《咏芙蓉》
◇秋花冒绿水，密叶罗青烟。秀色粉绝世，馨香谁为传？
--（唐）李白《古风（其二十六）》
◇绿塘摇滟接星津，轧轧兰桡入白苹。应为洛神波上袜，至今莲蕊有香尘。
--（唐）温庭筠《莲花》
Today is Thursday, July 27, 2023, and it's sunny.
Today I also remember some words, the main task is to study, brush some classes, read some articles, practice the word.
A little sentimental lately, it may be the reason why you've been on fire lately.
Feel the time again, feel that today is a very fast, time is inadvertently run away. It reminds me that "time is like water, running into the sea, and it never comes back.
Time is like clouds, the wind passes, gradually go away.
Looking back is like the sand in the palm of the hand, passing between the fingers. I also read a lot of articles today, so it's time to share them again.
First of all, because today's articles are about summer.
So do you have anything to share in the summer? I'll share articles first. The topic of the article Shared today is "feeling of summer".
Read beautifully Summer feeling Beam balance Full of summer was a tense, warm, hurried melody.
As if a pot of cold water on the stove is gradually foaming, steaming and finally boiling, the hillside of the white grass gradually into a thick thick hair, the light green smoke on the forest belt also condense into a long wall.
The bees and butterflies dance are rare, but they get annoying cicadas.
There is a long sound between the potential leaves.
The red sun was baking a golden earth, the wheat waves rolling, beating the mountains in the distance, the clouds in the sky, and beating the cars on the roads, like ships rushing by the waves.
The gold dominated everything in the world, and the hot wind floated over the fields, blowing with ripe wheat.
After half a year's savings, the spirit of the spring had become a great force, rolling in the fields, rising between heaven and earth.
Summer is here. The colors of summer are golden.
From the point of view of painting, this is about the truth.
The color of spring is cold green, such as blue waves, such as young bamboo, full of hope;
The color of autumn is hot red, like the sunset, like red leaves, which marks the ultimate of things.
When spring and autumn are between, nature should be this neutral yellow, harvest has and hope has not been completed, is a busy season that connects the past, the future, the alternate life.
You see, the wheat has just been cut, and the cotton seedlings with seven or eight green leaves in the field, the sorghum and corn, which are lifted up in the air, and the plants that are creeping on the ground, burst out with vitality.
At this time, they were not long in the spring breeze in the slight rain, but in the heat of the transpiration, shaggy hair, to the end of the autumn to make the final sprint.
The melody of summer is tense, and every nerve of people is tensed. Look at the sickle farmers in the field, bending, sweating, just thinking about cutting, cutting;
The wheat came on, and thought about the quick, the fast. They get up early and go to bed late, and wake up in the middle of the night and listen to the window paper.
Look out of the window, the sky is covered with clouds.
The wheat was finished, it was time to breathe a sigh of relief, and he had to go quickly to feed the autumn seedlings and water them. "The tian family has few leisure months, may people twice as busy", their shoulders pick summer and autumn two seasons.
Unfortunately, dynasties of literati did not know how many spring flowers and autumn moon they wrote, but there were few shadows of summer.
Maybe, spring melt, eye beat Dan Dan, and summer, always immersed in bitter sweat.
People who have leisure and ease naturally do not like this nervous melody.
I want to praise the golden summer between spring and autumn. This is a beautiful prose.
This paper captures the warm and tense and rapid melody of summer, depicts the golden land scenery of transpiration, wheat wave rolling, all things growing vigorously, expresses the love of summer, affectionately praises the peasants who are working. In the poet and writer's pen, summer is not a favorite season.
Liang cheng, however, dared to take on the new curiosity and said from the words of silence, "loudly praise the golden summer between spring and autumn". It is important to note that the compliment itself deserves our praise. And he made in this work in the editing realm, rich contain shau and gao zhi beauty, his yinhua tu beautiful language, more sincerely impressed. The feeling of summer is indeed a rare piece of contemporary prose.
Ancient classical allusions He is the proud son of summer, he is the gentleman of water.
All the flowers of this season have lost their color compared to it; There are no other flowers in this season, and they can get so much praise as people. "To the alone ailian out of the silt and not dye, not wash the peace and not the demon", the northern song philosopher zhou duyi this ancient song song song, said the lotus in the silt but can clean and clean, often wash in the qing bo but can not be charming gentleman character.
It is the lotus this noble, simple, pure lotus beauty, rhyme, evoking countless literati and poets to admire lotus reveries.
Breeze shake purple leaves, light dew in zhu room. The middle pool is so green, wait for me lowe Red light -- (liang in the south) shen yu "yong hibiscus"
Autumn flowers bloom green water, dense leaves blue smoke. Beautiful color powder, sweet fragrance who is the transmission? "-- (tang) li bai," ancient wind (26th)
The green pond shake yanguine, the blue rim into the white hole. . God wave socks, so far lotus stamen has incense dust. -- (tang) wentingjun "lotus"
分享完毕，下期再见。
That's all. See you next time.
