Betty Smith is a tree in Brooklyn.

Brief introduction of a tree in Brooklyn

This is a book about survival, how reading can make humble life noble, how knowledge can change people's cultivation and destiny, and how family strength can support children to realize their dreams.

Brooklyn, new york, was a quiet paradise in the early 20th century, but here, a carefree young soul was forced to face a hard life and realize the helplessness in the process of growing up: her mother loved her brother, her father loved her but died young, her family was poor, and she was despised at school ... In the face of such a rough life, she was depressed and sad, but she always maintained the belief that dignity and knowledge could change her destiny. Another door of life finally opened for her.

Brief introduction of the author

Betty Smith, the daughter of German immigrants, grew up in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, new york. The masterpiece "There is a Tree in Brooklyn".

"Living, struggling, loving our life, loving all the joys and sorrows that life presents, that is a realization. The enrichment of life has always been there and everyone can get it. "

Betty Smith (1896— 1972), the daughter of German immigrants, grew up in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, new york. Her experience is similar to that of Francie, the protagonist of this novel. She completed the initial knowledge accumulation by self-study in her early years. Later, she entered the university to study journalism, drama, writing and literature. A Tree in Brooklyn is his most important work, which has been adapted into various forms such as movies, television and musicals, and won an Oscar. She is also a playwright, who has written many one-act plays and completed long plays in her life, and has been funded by Rockefeller Foundation and Dramatists Association Foundation.

1, living, struggling, loving our life, loving all the joys and sorrows that life has given us, that is reality. The fullness of life is always there and everyone can get it.

She vowed to work hard, save money and buy all her favorite books when she grew up. This idea is a great comfort. In this way, holding a book and guarding a bowl of snacks, she stayed at home alone, watching the shadows swaying and letting the afternoon slip away. This is what a little girl can do. She just looked at the book, lived in harmony with the world, and was happy at heart.

3. She has all these things, and what Romley and Nolan don't have. Her life also includes her reading, her observation and her daily life. Some things were born to her, belonged to her, belonged to her only, and were different from either of the two families. This is imposed on every living thing by God or any existence similar to God. It is so unique that no two people in the world have the same fingerprint.

4. "Because," Mary Romley said simply, "children must be imaginative. Imagination is priceless. Children must have a secret world, where things never exist. She has to believe it's important. She has to believe these things that don't belong to this world first. In this way, when times are hard. Children can go back in time and live in imagination. At this age, I still feel it necessary to review the life of the saint and all kinds of miracles that happened in the past. With these imaginations, life in the future will be very difficult, and we will not be trapped in life. "

5, Fran West Station to the huge window, looking at the East River on the twentieth floor. This is the last time she looked at the East River from this window. Any "last" is filled with a kind of death-like sadness. She was thinking that what she saw now could not be reproduced in the same way in the future. Seeing everything for the last time is like being suddenly illuminated and magnified. At this time, you will feel sad and regret that you didn't grasp what you have on weekdays.

Beautiful paragraph: plant a tree in your heart

I have never thought before whether there is a mighty tree in my heart that supports me and covers the sky of my life in such a green way. But I will often think of the trees in my hometown, standing on the steaming land one by one. Published every year, handed down from generation to generation. Born with time, old with years.

Dad often tells me to live like a tree on the mountain. I have never understood the hidden meaning of this sentence, but every time I look at a tree attentively, I find something in it has swam into my blood, which makes me have an impulse to run forward and never stop. Not even a goal, no direction. This feeling seems to verify my life for more than ten years. I have always been ignorant and have no purpose and direction. Over the years, I have forgotten how I got here, perhaps by looking at trees. I never forget that my father told me to live like a tree on the mountain. I try my best to find the deep meaning in words and the hidden secrets in trees.

The sky in childhood is pure blue, and sometimes the white clouds are particularly bright. Birds skimmed the roof, and the sound of flapping their wings was crisp and pleasant. On that day, our family moved out, and what happened after that was completely unexpected. Like the ups and downs in TV series, it happens in reality. After coming back, my father and I planted rows of trees on the wasteland, and the saplings swayed their weak bodies in the wind. Dad said, dig deeper and plug up the soil. The roots are deep and leafy, and the soil is strong. I looked up at the still pure blue sky and tears rolled down my cheeks.

It was stormy that night, and my heart suddenly tightened. I rolled over and sat up, silently watching the water rushing on the roof. The next day, I found those planted saplings standing proudly, and the green leaves looked stubbornly at the blue sky. At this moment. I began to understand some so-called life, so-called life. Later, my father and I always had ups and downs, ups and downs, falling down again and again, getting up again and again, never giving in and never giving up. Like a petrel crossing with wings in a storm, it never flinches and never complains, as if this is the whole meaning of life. Going forward in the storm of the years, my father has become more vicissitudes, and I have become more mature and firm.

Year after year, the original trees have grown very tall and thick. The branches and leaves are strong and green, and the shade is deeply and shallowly sprinkled on the land it raises. Once my father stroked the rough bark with rough hands and looked at me with deep eyes and said, it has grown taller, so have you. I suddenly felt a shock in my heart and suddenly remembered what my father had said: live like a tree on the mountain. Am I like a tree? I also touched the bark with my hand and felt some warm liquid boiling inside. I feel that the tree rings are turning wildly.

Am I like a tree? No one can answer, including myself. I show my humble posture in the busy world and look at the world with a pair of crying eyes. I finally found out why I show a weak expression in the face of setbacks. In quiet moments, I will slowly count the past zero zero total. Put the rosary of happiness in the sun and let it emit charming fragrance; Bury the troublesome ball in the root of the tree and let it decompose into nutrients that the tree grows upward.

Nature is the cradle of human beings, and green is the color of nature and a precious hope! Life, hope, motivation, comfort and joy!

I send you seeds, you make them flourish, I send you saplings, and you make them shady. Only those who love the motherland and human beings really know how to care for green, and only those who care for the grass and trees in front of them will love the mountains and rivers of the motherland. We teenagers should love every green leaf, every grass and flower. Protect the environment, green the campus, let green life activate our beloved life, and be a beautiful builder of the motherland.

Classic sentences describing forest trees

In the fleeting time, who sings under the moon before the flowers bloom, watches Jiangnan people punting and closing the sunset alone, and asks who has never promised anything before marriage, but always flies all over the world. Two ink strokes, who painted peony in Xialiangcheng, Chang 'an, who turned around and took a marriage divination. Who says the painting is true or false? A painting that ruins a dream is always a mistake. Listen on three lines, who meditates under the peach tree and listens to the sound of flowers and bamboos, who tells the beauty that she doesn't eat fireworks and has no sleep to recall the past, and who sings a song on the stage that things are impermanent will always be a chaotic dream. Elegant all around, he sipped a shallow cup of tea on a bamboo bed and read under a peach tree who said he had promised to spend his marriage. Unfortunately, who is not her mother's musical instrument in the bustling world. Always a cup of poisonous tea, he has nothing to say in this life. There is no hanging on the five flutes. It is said that peach blossoms dance for you. When the night blows, Xiao Bailing floats lightly with the wind. He said that the fresh clothes will accompany her all her life, but in the end, she will always be responsible for one person, one room and one cup of tea. Tonight is full of light, and I can't bear to rest.

The blue sky is infinitely good, don't hide in the mountains. Cut down the trees in the forest and level the peaks on the ground. The moon has nowhere to hide and often hangs in the blue sky. -"Ise Story" Recalling the past, Yangliuyiyi, you stood there, looking at the golden ears of rice, with a relaxed smile.

Looking back, looking at Wan Li, you look back in tears, looking at her far away, you can't hurt yourself. Looking back, the clouds are light and the wind is light. You are calm and calm, looking at the shadow of coconut trees by the sea, as light as white sand. Laughed again, and the night deepened.

In the dead of night, the slave tore up the cassock and buried it. The Tibetan scriptures were abolished, the wooden fish was lost, and the cymbals were lost. I didn't learn to go to Rogue to subdue demons. I can't learn the hidden Guanyin in the South China Sea. Who is lonely when I am lying alone in the dead of night? Like me, why do I hate monks and customs that only tell lies? There are gardens, trees and Buddhas in the world, Ye Guangming Buddhas have branches and leaves, and there are quicksand Buddhas on both sides of rivers and lakes, and 84,000 Amitabha Buddhas. From then on, I will stay away from the Bell Tower Buddhist Temple, but I will go down the mountain to find a little brother who beats me, scolds me and laughs at me. I don't want to become a Buddha, and I don't want to miss Mithra Prajna Paramita! January lingering snow, March charming flowers, July rotten cicadas, September withered crows. Forest in Beishan, incense burner in Nanwan, Huangsha Road in Xihai, and Garden Pavilion on the East Bank. I just want to watch it with you.

Xinhua and Zhonghua pass through the city, and Zunyi Ruijin connects Beijing.

Zhongshan Yan 'an parallel, Huansha Baoshan things. Heroes protect their families and seek liberation, and science promotes peace. If you create rich commodities in the market, people's livelihood will be blessed with peace. The stone ridge climbs high and looks at Guizhou and Sichuan, and the city will be auspicious and sunny tomorrow. The third bridge in the west of the city reflects rich water, and the sixth red in the east of the city overlooks your mountain. Dongshan Shapo has a golden harvest show, and West Lake Park is full of flowers. The arrow road refers to the clear clouds on the moon, and the width of Huaxi Avenue has increased. Qingshan Hongyan welcomes Guizhou Spring, and Yunyan is beautiful and new. Shahe watching the water carp play, Songshan helping the wind and the phoenix flying. Nanyue Mountain is evergreen, and people in East Tang Cheng live in it. The champion's style of writing is upright, and friendship and fraternity are better than gold. Yangguan Avenue is bathed in the morning sun and tulips in Changling Xiao Chun. The twin peaks flow into the blue sea, and the four rivers meet the Yangtze River. Longquan Longjing is waiting for Longxiang, and Zhu Jin Jinyuan has a gold warehouse. Jixian county promotes the construction of forest city, and the art garden praises Jinyang. I have opened thousands of households before, and I am worried that the fallen leaves will return to the roots. The cold is easy to clear away, and the autumn scenery in Jiangnan is sad. Xiyuan flowers have flown in spring, and the trees are cold and wild; Pingming, broom white, five fangs and moss in the palace dream. -Xinyu Pu's "Qi Gong"

autumn

It is very quiet tonight. Occasionally, the wind blows in the forest, rustling and disturbing my trance. I miss you in the attic. Across the Leng Yue, across the warm wind, we get together to become love, which has nothing to do with others, no secret words, only about one you. The love of my life, once stained with you, can't abstain from sex. More chilling than poisoned wine, more chilling than coldness. Maybe the wind blows the trees, but I only feel you whispering in my ear. A little tired, but don't want to sleep, feel confused and biased. I just want to have a red heart lamp, a colorful screen, a bed hanging on the ground, and then have a long dream, which has nothing to do with mountains and rivers, moonlight, the vast Gobi desert, bells, scriptures and beautiful scenery. If you are among them, it is the most beautiful secret. -Lu Yi Chu's "I have two plum blossoms that grow old together" passed by the trees in the forest to say hello, passed by the ethereal silence to say comfort, and passed by the heart to say goodbye. Flowers bloom and fall only for myself, and the dust on my body is my new self.

Juvenile late north city

The girl reads the phoenix tree in Nanjie. Who met the maple tree on the road? Deep in the tree, you can see deer in the forest, empty deer, drinking water and sleeping in the lost forest. I suddenly found that in the summer of the city, no birds stay or fly.

In my life, there are many stray camels. After it ate up the sand I had saved along the rising river, if I drank all the water in the bottle and walked along their carefully marked footprints for a long time, only one person would walk out of the invisible blockade of the city and into the tangible building by memory. At the end of the city, there are no trees in the forest, which is the entrance to another city-the poetic realm of Puji, enchanting and full of flowers.

A thousand beautiful butterflies are flying, the rain is falling, the cold dreams are falling, the maple trees fall late in winter, and Xia Hong is afraid of being awakened at night (15), and everything is revived and the trade winds are green. The shadows in the jungle are swaying, and the crows and magpies don't know. After living in Gu Song for a winter, there are beautiful colors and golden flowers everywhere. Looking east at the sea, Yanshan is lingering. "The Book of Songs" says, "He Ming is nine high, and the sound of nature". This is Song's hope. Under the cool breeze and bright moon, the flute is falling and there are cranes to play musical instruments. Nong Yu drove a wonderful trip between pine trees and high walls and forgot to return. As the saying goes, good birds choose wood and live. Songhe is a companion, sincere and sincere, and keeps things quiet. I also brushed my shoulders twice, fused them twice, and finally became attached.

The breeze is flowing like a cloud, bringing a peach blossom with light tea. The smell of tea is full, which melts all hardness into softness and cultivates the indifference of the world into affection. The drizzle moistens the light curtain on the window. The rain is as light as fog, and petals are dancing in the rain and dancing gently. They told one touching story after another with cheerful dance steps. Suddenly, in the hidden depths of Taoyuan, there seems to be a pair of lovers snuggling up to each other. Around them, peach trees are treetops, spring breeze is like a harp, and warblers sing like songs. -Zhu Qiaoyun's Tears of the Sahara: San Mao Biography

A sentence describing a man's playboy: never give up the whole deep forest for a tree.

No.65438 +0 Eat what's in the bowl and watch what's in the pot.

NO.2 how do men die: seeing beautiful women? Go to hell, understand? Beautiful, cheat into the room? I'm anxious. Sleep in bed? Tired, does the wife know? Scared to death, do parents know? I'm so ashamed. Does the leader know? The whole death, rival in love knows? beat to death

NO.3 the red flag at home does not fall, and the colorful flags are fluttering outside.

This mountain looks higher than that one.

NO.5 bed whirlwind, work for one minute.

NO.6 peony flowers die, and it is also romantic to be a ghost.

No.7 is fickle, fickle and half-hearted.

NO.8 take part in accidental amusement, your unique skill.

No.9 will never give up the whole deep forest for one tree.

NO. 10 How many lips have you kissed with your mouth and how many people have been warmed by your arms.

Men are like onions. When you peel it layer by layer with tears, you find it has no heart.

NO. 12 men are not bad, women don't love them.

13 The symptoms of a man having an affair: The company works overtime every day, never touches housework, turns off his mobile phone when he gets home, deletes after sending a text message, snores loudly when sleeping, and often wears underwear backwards. By contrast, three cases were suspected and four cases could be diagnosed.

No.65438 +04 falling flowers intentionally follow the running water, and the running water has no beloved falling flowers. The anxiety of a scholar can be said, but the anxiety of a woman can't be said.

The first 15 issue is a world of flowers, and the flowers are deceiving; If you achieve your goal, you will change your mind and have pity on your daughter's heart.

NO. 16 men are always laughing and their eyes are discharging. They are either sick or cheating!

The first 17 fooling around well is called love; Well done, it is called marriage; Sexual apathy, doing well is called strict chastity; Impotence, if hidden well, is called waiting for death.

In the 18 issue, the red flag at home did not fall, and the colorful flags fluttered outside.

Phase 19 tired birds return to their nests. Don't say sorry, and finally find yourself lost.

No.20 man has eight fears: first, his wife is pregnant; second, his wife is desperate; third, his young lady is ill; fourth, others will react; fifth, his wife will be soaked; sixth, he will play mahjong; seventh, he will steal money; and eighth, he will fail Viagra.

NO.2 1 when the wife is angry, the man has to hide; When the wife is angry, the man keeps a straight face; When a wife is fat, men slip; As soon as the wife is rich, the man will step down.

NO.22 never look back, put aside pale memories, I just want to live quietly, without you anymore.

23rd Since you miss her, go with her!

Man No.24 has been laughing and his eyes are discharging. They are either sick or cheating! A woman with breast enhancement and thin waist is dissolute and coquettish, either taking out her pocket or letting you have a black knife! These days, freaks and banshees, look out!