張愛玲1級2016-12-13 回答

Shen Congwen biography on December 28， 1902， our country renowned writers， the historian， archaeologist Mr。 Shen Congwen was born in the phoenix old city in a camp street‘s model south ancient central courtyard。 1917 to 1922 the excursion 1923 intruded Beijing in western Hunan Yuanshui basin ， from 1923 to 1928 wrote in Beijing makes a living from 1928 to 1930， was appointed the lecturer in the Shanghai China College， concurrently “Da Gong Bao”， “Profit World Newspaper” and so on literary newspaper supplements edited from 1931 to 1933 to be appointed lecturer in Qingdao University from 1934 to 1939 to edit national elementary and middle schools Chinese textbook in Beijing from 1939 to 1947 to be appointed Professor in the Kunming Southwest Union University from 1947 to 1949 to be appointed Professor in the Beijing University from 1950 to 1978 in Beijing China historyThe museum was appointed cultural relic Researcher from 1978 to 1988 in the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences Research institute to let researcher。the Mr。 Shen Congwen’s literary work “Border town”， “the Western Hunan”， “from Article Autobiography” and so on， in domestic and foreign has the significant influence。 his work translates into Japan， the US， Britain， the former Soviet Union and so on more than 40 national writing publications， and by the US， Japan， South Korea， Britain and so on more than ten countries or the area elects the university textbook， twice is nominated evaluates for the Nobel Literature Prize the candidate。Mr。 Shen Congwen is not only the renowned writer， the renowned historian， the archaeologist， he composed has published “Chinese Silk Design”， “the Tang Song Bronze mirror”， “the Longfeng Art”， “the Warring States Lacquerware”， “China Ancient times Clothing Research” and so on academic monograph， specially the work “China Ancient times Clothing Research” affected is very big， has filled in our country cultural history blank。

什麼也不是1級2016-12-13 回答

tracy days of long-pan raises in the wind， the skin becomes dark， and striking for the mountains， a pair of pupil of the eye， such as crystal clear and bright。 natural long and keep her and teach her， for others lively， everywhere is like as a matter of small mammals。 who was so well-behaved， such as the mountain yellow， like deer， and never thought of cruel things， never to worry about， never angry。 usually in the case of a stranger on a ferry some attention to her when he leaves， bare eyes stared at the stranger，作成jieke proudly fled into the hills at any time of the air， but it does recognize the human heart inorganic later， on and from leisurely play in the water‘s edge of the。

lao chuanfu rain or shine， will keep the bow。 it was the transition， they slightly bent， hands geo-cited bamboo rope， the boat had crossed the stream。 sometimes， tired， lying asleep imkye rocks， and people waving shouting gean transition， tracy let his grandfather got up and jumped off the boat to go， very agile for his grandfather to passers-by through the river， and all are slip brush in ok， never makes a botch。 and grandfather， and sometimes with yellow-dog on board， the transition and grandfather with hands-on， close to the shore boat， his grandfather being greeted guests： “slowly， slowly，” when， it would only be yellow-dog mouth rope， the first jump the last， and just like to know how to party for the due diligence of mine， tight mouth， the tug boat rope long shore。

wind day seiwa weather， no transition to idle all day long， his grandfather sat with tracy large rock in front of the sun。 or to a wood to the water from a height shuffled around soushi around yellow-dog from a height of rock plunged back into the title of wood。 tracy zhang are with the yellow-dog， or the ears， listening to his grandfather say the war stories of the city many years ago。 or grandfather， both with tracy， each to kotake made into a clarinet， funny in the mouth to send woman blowing bridal song。 the transition of people came， lao chuanfu put down the bamboo alone now to the side of the boat to go hengxi crossing the people at the rock on the one， when you see the boat starting， so sharp voice shouted：

“grandpa， grandpa， do you listen to me blow， you sing！”

grandpa to the creek central will be very happy to sing together， fed from the voice of silence with the bamboo acoustic oscillations in the air， the river seems to have some fun。 （actually singing to recovery， but to make all of the more quiet with its position。）