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Gao yi composition
1 is more important in modern society because it does not blindly follow its own feelings. Take the business community as an example. Since the reform and opening up, there have been many successful enterprises in China, and all of them have fallen apart and been swept away by the flood of the market, especially those who study history.
Will you despise the coconut grove sea breeze in the south because you love the snow in the north? Will you deny the beauty of the northwest desert because you are addicted to the small bridges and flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River? Do you hate boring classical music because you like pop music?
Ancient Greek philosophers said: People are emotional animals, so when facing the world, the closeness of feelings, likes and dislikes will often affect people's views on things. Everyone has a scale in his heart and has his own standards to measure everything around him.
Feelings are like weights at one end of a scale.
And feelings are also blind.
Overlord turned into a ghost man riding a black cone, and concubine turned flower of life into a blue spear point, so we were moved by this sadness. The king of the temple is just a great-grandfather. We don't recognize his respect for the emperor. On the contrary, we say that history is written by winners. Han Bang was born a scoundrel, and his victory became his insidious assistant. But it is this man whom we revile now who established a dynasty in China. Without him, there would be no camel bells on the Silk Road. Without him, there would be no later unification, and there would be no world-famous Chinese culture.
History is written by winners, but winners are also chosen by history. History will not choose a vengeful person, nor will it choose an unqualified person. Therefore, there are reasons for victory and defeat, and merits and demerits need us to look at it from the perspective of braid syndrome.
In history textbooks, there is always a beautiful talk about Tang Taizong's rule of chastity. The knife cuts bread and fingers. He put people first, appointed talents, and created rare prosperity in the feudal dynasty. But even such a wise king, how can we forget the pool of blood in front of Xuanwu Gate? Although many people love such a king, history tells us that no matter how great a king is, there are many bones behind him.
The best way to learn history is to jump out of love and hate and look at the real history with clear eyes.
Taking history as a mirror, we should polish it clearly.
Speaking of lion forest, anyone can say a string: exquisite rockery, exquisite layout, and people talk about the "real fun" of Qianlong. Only a few people know that there is also a teahouse here.
Walking up the narrow wooden stairs, the haze in front of me suddenly vanished, and the sunshine in early autumn was dissatisfied with every corner-bright but not dazzling, gentle and slightly chilly. The teahouse owner gave us a gentle smile, and we sat down at a table in the direction of his fingertips.
This is a set of dark brown tables and chairs, and the texture of each tree is clearly visible, just like this tree is still alive, exuding vitality everywhere. I rubbed my fingers back and forth along the lines, and there were bursts of warmth from my fingertips. There are deep and shallow.
When I came to my senses, my boss was coming with a cup of tea. Seeing this scene, he told me that these are all mahogany furniture of the Lion Garden in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. I said that such a precious cultural relic should be well protected. He laughs, protects? For example, carefully fenced with wooden fences, no photos, no touching? All that's left is a dead shell. I'm Zheng.
The jasmine in the cup first curled up and floated on the water, and then spread out while falling. When it sank to the bottom of the cup, it was already in full bloom. Take a sip, the water temperature is just right, it's not hot and it doesn't make people feel cold and cheerless. It slides down the throat and gets hot in the chest.
The color outside the window is desperately warm, even the leaves are thousands of kinds of green, light green, light green, green, dark green, and there is a circle of green leaves with orange or vermilion edges outside. I put my head on my hand and stared out of the window. I gradually understand why so many gardens love all kinds of windows-each window is a different gorgeous scenery.
Just concentrate on watching, watching, time passes by, and an afternoon passes in the blink of an eye.
I always feel my feet shaking slightly when I go downstairs. Mom said, don't you even read the health edition of the newspaper? Too much tea will make you drunk. I doubt it. It makes me drunk. Is it really just jasmine tea?
When I went downstairs, I just saw a tour guide holding a small flag and introducing it with a megaphone. A group of tourists behind me looked bleak-they probably came to visit this world-famous Suzhou garden with a pilgrimage mentality, and all they saw was such rigid rockeries and houses.
I thought, the beauty of Suzhou gardens lies not only in rockery and ingenious layout, but also in her attitude towards life-no noise, no impetuousness, no depression, no struggle, just peace and tranquility, just like the furniture of Ming and Qing Dynasties, the jasmine in the cup, the scenery outside the window and the lazy light, and everything I experienced all afternoon.
The group of tourists are still slouching forward. If I had to choose, I would like to be in a daze here, I would like to grow old here, and I would like to rot here.
Youth, like a flash of lightning, suddenly cut through the sky where I grew up. Under the thunder and lightning, dark things stung my ignorant eyes.
On the dreary bus, the warm summer wind clings to it and refuses to go out, making people breathless. The bus staggered to a stop, like a lifeless drunk, and two middle-aged women with loud voices were pulled in, shouting, "Finally, the bus came, which is really annoying in hot weather!" "I hit two opposite car seats and continued to make noise sideways.
Don't you feel ashamed to speak loudly in public? I thought with a frown, and suddenly there were two noises from the vegetable market, as if adding a catalyst to the hot air. The bus swayed forward, and the warm air flowed silently in the carriage.
"My mother's Alzheimer's disease is really annoying!" The woman who permed her hair slapped her pants and crossed her legs.
"Oh, that's not good." The fat woman leaned back with her eyes half open.
Alzheimer's! My heart trembled and I glanced at the woman with a perm, rough skin and outdated coat. Has life polished her like this?
"She doesn't know how to talk to her. Like a child every day! Oh, you don't know, you don't eat when you bring her rice! "
It must be hard to take care of a mother with dementia! I can't help looking at her with some pity, sitting sideways, and the wrinkles on my forehead are twisted at the moment.
"Give her a meal and eat a little. Ask her what she doesn't know, even if she is hungry. Oh, I don't care, she likes it. " She shook her hand at the fat woman and shook it excitedly. There is a shiny gold ring on that hand.
The wind is still flowing gently in the carriage, blowing ripples in my heart from time to time.
"Oh, you tube she also lost his temper! Let her eat and leave as soon as the chopsticks fall! I don't care if I like it or not. My own children can't take care of it. " The woman who permed her hair looked at the gold ring on her hand, sat up straight, patted her pants, put down her legs, and kept silent for a while.
The fat woman yawned and just smiled.
Mom is with Alzheimer's Harmo's disease! She raised her with great pains, but she ignored her! I was shocked. An old man forgets everything, only his children can rely on him, but he is left out by his children because he is old. How lonely and sad he will be! This woman, whose child may be as old as mine, is busy for her child. Isn't that how her mother raised her? My blood is surging, I can't wait to get up and teach her a lesson!
When the car started, the wind poured into my ears and nose. Tiredness trapped me. I looked down at the woman in front of me and nodded and fell asleep, as if I was tired for a long time. The wind gently lifted her hair, which was rough and a few silver wires were exposed to the sun. Shaggy hair looks like it hasn't been taken care of for a long time.
Perhaps, she used to be a kind and gentle woman. You may blush in public and be speechless, and you may greet the old man kindly and skillfully. Only now, the years have eroded her beauty, and the weight of life has deformed her. Only the wind will comfort her.
One day, when I step into the society, will I also fade away today's simplicity and sharpness, leaving only a smooth and rough body? At that time, will anyone hear my complaints and despise my vulgarity? At that time, would I also like to have someone who can understand my difficulties and imagine my past beauty? Or is it just the wind, only the wind listening to me, caressing every unbearable corner during my nap?
Yes, the wind knows nothing and everything. It is just tolerance, it has seen all the beauty in the world and all the ugliness; It has heard nature and foul language. It just observes, listens and hugs. The wind, a wise man, moves forward and leaves tolerance everywhere it has been.
When the bus arrived, the wind smiled at me and left without attachment, leaving me with gentle understanding and caress.
The woman fell asleep quietly, and the wind brushed her eroded cheek.
"She won't really ignore her mother. Her complaint is more about her love for her mother. " I looked at her frowning face when she was asleep, and I couldn't help but have this idea.
When I got off the bus, it was my junior high school campus. At the school gate are blooming roses, the wind is blowing and the roses are dancing gently. I reached out to pick one, but the thorn of the rose stung me. The wind jumped lightly from the rose, leaving no trace and never being stabbed.
The wind, knowing that roses have thorns, bends itself into the shape of thorns and walks leisurely around them. I stretched out my hand to catch it, but I became a little girl written by Lu Xun. The wind overcomes the visible with the invisible, embraces all the faults of nature, and then calmly goes its own way. Maybe many things in life can't be solved if you don't like them. It is better to smile, go into battle lightly, and then do what you can, which is kind and beneficial to people. Knowing the world and being unsophisticated is the kindest maturity.
Listen to the wind. Instead, it is better to be a wisp of wind, give the world understanding and tolerance, and free yourself. Don't forget to March like the wind, don't be stumped by this world!
Last night, I learned that my good friend sang to me on the software, and I kept pressing it with my hand. At that moment, I was inexplicably moved.
A few days ago, my friend sang a red bean, and then her voice changed funny. I always thought that recording can also change the sound, but I didn't know until yesterday. Then inexplicably moved, I immediately wrote a song "One is like summer, the other is like autumn" to my friends. Then there was a Lori sound, and my friend complained that what I said was not clear. I used Lori's words. So I sang another English song, and then my friend came to sing two English songs.
After I finished singing English songs, my friend said, "May I order songs?" Then I thought of the game of ordering songs with Xiaoxing's audience.
Xiaoxing is a girl who loves to play, Xiaoxing in our dormitory, a kind, caring, good-looking and somewhat headstrong girl. We were in the dormitory, and she loved it. After I went to bed, she lay on my bed and said, "Hey, beauty, what song do you want?" Then he can always sing the songs I ordered, and I praised them in my heart. He will even give us a concert in the dormitory. He is really great and sings well. He will also be very involved in the "concert": "Hi, audience friends, good evening!" This is his opening remarks, and then every time she sings to my position. When I am in a bad mood, he will say in my ear, don't be in a bad mood, little star will sing for you, come to the beauty and you will order songs, and I will play songs.
I sang that Chinese song to my friends because I thought that song could represent our relationship.
Later, I want to tell my friends that I hope they can meet new friends in the new school, but the position of friends in each other's hearts can never be changed.
Everything has its meaning, so does travel. The so-called "knowing by doing" tells the purport of travel, which does not seem to lie in bustling blocks, luxurious hotels and high-end goods. None of the above can be called the meaning of travel; The main idea of travel seems to be a unique breath, which can only be felt when you walk on that land. Maybe this is the meaning of travel, just do it.
There is a saying: "A thousand miles is not as good as Wan Li Road." Because of this, I have been to many places. Once, I went to Dunhuang.
It was about eight o'clock when we arrived, but it was just getting dark. At the moment when I set foot on Dunhuang, the dust blown by the desert, mixed with historical sand, swept through the rubble that precipitated the Millennium art and filled the atmosphere of this land. From the lampshade painted all over the sky, a ray of light is emitted, just like chasing the sunset in the west, so it is understated, just like history. I have never seen a city like Dunhuang, so I fell in love with it.
Here, thousands of buddhas and flying clouds can be seen everywhere, but these are not the most unique things that I feel on this land-it is more wonderful than this.
Shazhou Night Market, like the scarborough market described in the story, is full of dazzling goods. My mother and I wandered around here, not knowing the way, just wandering around the night market, looking for someone to ask for directions. I came across a melon stall, many of which I still can't name. It was a hot summer, and even at night, the umbrella was still high, so we wanted to buy a melon and take it back to the hotel.
"Boss, how much is this melon a catty?" Mother picked up a melon and patted it with her hand.
"Don't sell by the catty, sell by the piece!" The boss smiled and replied: "The variety you took is not in season, and it is not sweet now. This is sweet at this time! " He picked up a clean melon to show us.
"ah? What kind of melon is this? " Looking at the melon I have never seen before, I can't help but blurt it out.
The boss looked at me and smiled: "Are you from other places?" This is Yin Di melon. How sweet! "
Mom doesn't seem to believe the boss's words, and her eyes are still on those melons that we know are out of season. The owner of the melon stall carefully browsed every silver yellow melon. For a long time, it seemed that he carefully picked two, chose one and cut two pieces. Then he picked a melon that his mother was watching, cut two pieces in the same way, and said to us, "Try it, I'm not lying!" " So, my mother and I picked up the melon and tasted it. Yin Di white melon is so sweet that we are going to buy one. I thought the boss would sell us the cut melon, but he took out the whole melon and sold it to us at 15 yuan-not counting the price of two cut melons.
This is basically an incredible thing for me. I once heard an advertisement saying, "Beautiful scenery makes people more beautiful." In fact, Dunhuang gave me this feeling. This is an unprecedented feeling before I set foot on this land.
Only by walking on this land can you understand it and feel the unique flavor of this land. ...
In life, it is not only the famous mountains and strange waters that touch us, but also some very rare things. But some details, let us linger, wait and see.
For me, what really stopped me from leaving was actually a sunflower. This is a very strong and bright flower, which loves and pursues light. The first time we met, it was a period when I was depressed. During that time, I even felt that all the disappointments in my life were directed at me. At school, I was scolded by the teacher; When I got home, I had another problem with my parents. Even I feel that your strong friendship has undergone some subtle changes. All this makes me upset. I have completely lost the vitality of the "optimist" in the past. Everything looks pale gray and my temper has gone bad.
One Friday night, when I got home, I was greeted by a note from my mother instead of hot food and rice. She asked me to buy food by myself. I sighed and lost my appetite for dinner. I put down my schoolbag and suddenly had sex. I'm going downstairs for a walk.
Go downstairs, walk aimlessly, look around, always hoping for something new. Walking, passing by a small yard, has been turned into a small piece of land by residents on the first floor, used to grow vegetables and so on. Suddenly, I found a trace of yellow in the green of this vegetable. It's dazzling! I'm a little surprised. I took a closer look and found it was a sunflower. In fact, there are only four or five plants, but the top of the plants they grow has bright colors like sunshine. Four or five plants together make up a small sun. At this time, the big sun in the sky has not completely set, and those sunflowers are also trying to follow the footsteps of the sun tirelessly. Look, how hard they work!
Looking at those sunflowers, I suddenly felt relieved and in a bright mood. I squatted down with them and pursued the sunshine together. Sunflowers are so hard, cheerful and don't give up. What reason do I have to be unhappy and depressed? I smiled gently at the thought of this. Later, I often came to see these sunflowers and stopped for them.
My friend, even if there is only sadness left in life, life will continue. Isn't it? So, let's pursue our own sun like a sunflower and go on!
The cold wind blew, blowing the leaves and making a swish sound. It's getting colder and colder, so I bury my head in a thick scarf. Most shops in the street are closed, and only a few are open to facilitate customers' access. Quiet street, quiet as if no one had ever walked, I shrank and walked on with my head down.
The phoenix tree on the roadside shook its branches, groaned and looked up. The cold night was dotted with lights, and winter really came. Turning a familiar street corner, suddenly a burst of hot air mixed with bursts of fragrance came face to face. Accompanied by this cold and hot, a faint fragrance floated in. In winter, a familiar picture appeared in front of me in the street: an old man in his sixties, pushing a stove for baking sweet potatoes, wrapped in a shabby yellow military coat, trembling slightly in the wind. "It's so cold!" I walked up to the old man and asked for a baked sweet potato. "Yes, few people come out in this weather." The old man smiled helplessly, and the years left a deep mark on the corner of his eye. His big hands were red with cold and covered with calluses. He skillfully turned the sweet potatoes over one by one and said, "Young man, wait a little longer. You students are really hard! " Say that finish, dig out a cigarette, bite it in your mouth and light it slowly. "Yes, it will be very late after school." I rubbed my hands impatiently and wanted to eat hot sweet potatoes early. "I also set up a stall very early. The sun went down, and I didn't sell many. I counted and only sold more than 20. " He smiled heartily and put some frozen sweet potatoes in the fireplace. I'm a little surprised. I was frozen in the cold wind all day. I can only sell these sweet potatoes, so how much can I earn? "Well, here you are." He took out a bag from the hearth, put the hot potato in the bag with thick gloves and handed it to me. He said, "Two yuan each." I was shocked. "Why don't you raise the price in such a cold day?" I don't understand. He smiled, bared his black teeth and looked into the distance. "You can't raise the price because of the cold weather, which will ruin the customer's mood!" I took the sweet potato, put down two yuan, thanked it and bowed my head and left.
The wind is still blowing, and the cold wind makes my face red. I took the sweet potato, peeled it off and tasted it with a big mouth. Suddenly, a warm current swam through my body, thinking about it, and gradually I was ashamed. The old man's idea is very simple, so I squint at others.
The leaves scattered on the branches are still rustling, and I have been at home for a long time. The simplicity and kindness of the old people make me feel that there is precious gold in the ordinary sand, but the ordinary life of ordinary people has injected warmth and harmony into the society, which has moved me. Turning over in bed, I can see his appearance in my mind. He is shrouded in a halo and can't be forgotten for a long time.
Perhaps a person's original background color is simple, simple, ordinary and sincere. He is ordinary, but he is so colorful in my heart.
It was dripping outside the window, and the tea in my hand was warm. Looking through a book, let the thick ink seep into my heart, let black and white catch my eye and jump in my heart, which makes me feel interesting.
Destiny, under the traction of the word "fate", came into my life, a poem "Out of the mud but not stained, clear and not demon". In the first reading, second reading and third reading, I met you, got to know you and became one with you.
Ru Jin Meng Lian
Reading was in the silhouette of moonlight under the banyan tree when I was a child. Mother accidentally dug out a book of poetry, hugged me and slowly whispered, "There is no dye in the mud, and there is no demon in the ripples." I don't understand its meaning, but I was moved by this beautiful poem. The moon is shining brightly. Under the guidance of my mother, I munched on dates, and a quiet moonlight picture of the lotus pond came to my mind. Bai Lianhua stared at me quietly in the distance, and the surrounding pollution couldn't hide its quietness and elegance at all, just like a fairy standing in the middle of the water, which was beautiful. It was the moon that witnessed our acquaintance.
Tingting Yalian
Recite in the starlight fragments beside the osmanthus tree in autumn night. Putting a bamboo chair, I sat by the osmanthus tree and looked at the words "out of the mud, not stained, clear ripple, not demon". The silence of the night surrounds me, and every word illuminates my world like a bright lamp. For an instant, I seemed to be standing by the lotus pond, looking at the graceful "sir" from a distance. The lotus in the distance seems to have received my admiring eyes. With the gentle breeze nodding to me, the elegant fragrance came, and my heart suddenly rippled with different joy. I recited Zhou Dunyi's appreciation and love for the lotus, and recited the indomitable and self-discipline of the lotus. It was the stars that witnessed our acquaintance.
Love of ice
The product is your first book in class. With the help of the teacher, we became good friends. I have tasted you many times, and I have tasted different artistic conceptions. Your beauty and integrity have left a mark on my heart. Lotus, your spotless contrast with the polluted environment is commendable, and its power is self-evident. It deeply infected me and taught me: keep a peaceful mind in adversity, strengthen your faith, and never go with the flow even if you are independent of the world; Lotus, your good conduct and "gentleman" demeanor have made me understand that people should "don't care about poverty and wealth", raise their heads, be themselves honestly and have a clear conscience; Lotus, your naive and natural spirit, let me understand: people should live truly, live carefree, don't hide, don't pretend, so that life can have no regrets, and such talents can be called gentlemen! You have become my motto, and I will try to practice it. It's ink, which witnessed our integration.
The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu. You are my golden house, and you are my Yan Ruyu. You grew up with me and enriched my life. With you and books on the way to growth, I am no longer lonely. Under the bridge of books, I have made friends with you. I will try my best to be an elegant and honest person and make my life full of your breath.
Lotus, dreamy, elegant and spontaneous. Love your character and read your gentlemanly demeanor.
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