Nostalgia for a voice.
Nie Xinrong.
The painter's dream seems to be related to a sound. This sound is called the sound of rain. The sound of rain came from the direction where he was born and grew up, thick and thin, high and low, sparse and dense. In his memory, there is always a patch of rain and the sound of rain, and the sun is never visible. When it rained, his father would always stand on the steps of the old house, listening to the sound of rain in a courtyard, and he would be drunk. Then he called him to his side and told him many ancient poems about rain: "Night rain cuts spring leeks", "plum yellow rain", "three more rain on the sycamore leaves", "leave the residual lotus to listen to the sound of rain" ......He couldn't understand it, but he understood the brilliant colors of the rain dyed by the flowers and leaves. Then they went back to the hall and sat down, and he said, "Listen," and after the words were repeated countless times, his ears became sensitive: the raindrops were small and dense at first, and then fell on the thin green tiles, tinkling and dingding, like beads dancing in a jade plate; Hitting the glass tiles for lighting, the sound is crisp, like the treble of the piano; The raindrops that hit the wooden drying floor have a delicate and smooth sound; But the sound of rain on the carved eaves of the front hall is the opposite, heavy and simple; The sound of rain on the granite steps is calm and full of force. The raindrops became heavier and heavier. He heard the sound of the water gurgling, and it came from the high and low eaves of the wooden pipes, which were connected to each other, and carried the water to the courtyard; The chute (open bamboo) is vertically connected to the wooden pipe, and the water flows smoothly into the underground gutter. The underground waterways of the old house are criss-crossed, and the sound of the water is like the roar of a golden drum. There is a saying in the ancient city: "When it rains, stay guests." He remembered that when it rained, there would be guests at home, all of whom were his father's best friends. Is Rain an invitation? In the sound of rain, they talked about the way of heaven, humanity, medicine, and art; or playing Go, the sound of falling pieces and the sound of rain are staggered; Or, pull up the Jinghu and sing the famous passages of the Peking Opera they are familiar with, and the notes pass through the gaps in the rain, but there is no wet ......He sat on the sidelines, watching, listening, dreamlike. In the rain, he grew up and was admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts; In the sound of rain, he got married and became a father ......The alleys, old houses and rain have become the most bizarre background of his life. Suddenly, one day, he moved into Century Garden with his family. The alleys are gone, the old houses are gone. A commercial street was built in that place, with billboards and neon signs, dotted with day and night. Only the seasons do not change, and rainy days still exist. But the sound of the rain in his memory, gone!From the studio to the eaves of the terrace;Walking from the eaves of the terrace to the studio, like a leopard in a trap, isolated and helpless. Give a friend a **, what should I say?I don't want to say anything. He decided to hire some craftsmen to make a roof on the terrace, a wooden roof truss, and cover it with small green tiles and inlay glass tiles. He wanted that voice back. He also purchased a porcelain round table and four drum-shaped porcelain stoolsA red clay stove for burning charcoal, and a pot for boiling water. When it rains, he sits here to cook tea, make tea, and sit quietly and listen to the rain. The front of the terrace is open. As soon as he looked up, he saw tall buildings, neatly arranged;All the windows are equipped with shiny security windows, and thick curtains hang from the back of the windows, for fear of anyone prying into their privacy;The exterior walls are covered with air-conditioners, like unsightly tumor ......With such a background, there will definitely be no classical rain sound!He understood that in the days to come, he would miss the sound of rain for eternity. He staggered off the terrace and hurried into the silent studio. On the wide and long painting case: the inkstone pond is full of ink;Colored porcelain plates are lined up;The rice paper was laid early, and the four corners were pressed with porcelain paperweights. He picked up a large bucket pen and drew it with a brush. He wanted to draw the sound of rain on rice paper...11. What is the role of describing the sound of rain from a structural point of view?(4 marks) 12. It is also a rainy day, and there is a sharp contrast between the past and the present, please give a brief explanation and analyze its role. (5 marks) 13. What kind of image is the "he" in the text?Please provide a brief analysis. (5 points) 14. The main part of the article is written about the sound of rain, why is the title "Missing a Voice"?Please ** the profound meaning of it. 
Answer] 11Echoing his father's edification of him above;It provides a basis for the life experience of "him" in the following and his obsession and nostalgia for the sound of rain.
12.In the past, it was a "rainy day, a day to stay guests", but now everyone stays in their own homes, isolated from the outside world. (2 points) In the past, people had a good relationship with each other, but now they are cold and defensive. (three minutes) 13He is a painter who loves a harmonious and natural life and pursues a simple and peaceful life. (3 points) After the change of modern living environment, I am depressed, but I still cherish the beauty of the past in my heart through art creation. (two points) 14This sound is: abundant can give people a good and enjoyable life; the sound of natural harmony between people; the classical beauty of the cultural atmosphere; It is the eternal concern of modern people for the classical beauty that has passed. (Answer one of the two points).