Take the sky as the material, write an 800-word lyric composition, and express your feelings with the scenery! ! !

My examination room is on the fifth floor. I can see the sky through the half-open window, the blue lonely sky and the gray sky.

I still remember the sky when I was a child. A group of children are playing hide-and-seek among the reeds. I hid for a long time, but no one found me. So, I lay in the arms of reeds and looked up at the endless sky. Suddenly, there was a lonely and joyful "ah-ah-"sound in the empty sky. Then, a huge array appeared on the blue drawing board. Dozens of geese flew to the south in the shape of "people", and a peerless dance suddenly appeared in the vast sky. Then, a word "wild goose" is followed by a word "wild goose". I stayed there, motionless, until night fell and my mother's call rang at the end of the reed.

As a young man, I didn't know there was a national cultural sadness here. Later, I read an ancient masterpiece, "Yan array was shocked by the cold", and suddenly felt a biting poetry. So, I looked up at the sky again and again, trying to find the shadow of the geese. However, I am lost, and there are fewer and fewer of them, and such famous articles as "Surprising the Heaven with an Array" are rarely published. ...

Who stole the shadow of the word "wild goose"

Who abandoned the cultural sky and strangled my poetic sadness?

Whenever I show such sadness, I will be laughed at. They think I am pretentious. These friends are often keen on the beautiful women hyped on the Internet and the funny cartoons posted! They will never understand that once the natural sky and the cultural sky are lonely, people's hearts will be lonely.

Indeed, in today's fast food culture, I have fallen behind. I don't watch martial arts fantasy, I don't listen to Jay Chou rock, I don't love the glitz and extravagance on the beach, I only love the stone road of Lijiang River and the Wupeng boat in Zhouzhuang, and I only love the cultural "array" in the hearts of China people. ...

You can laugh at me, but, you know, when I heard Yi Nengjing's Nian Nu Jiao, what kind of downright sadness was in my heart? The melody is inferior and put aside, and the phrase "lún towel" is like a sharp knife stabbing my eardrum! I quickly dodged, plugged in headphones, and continued to listen to my "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" and my "Moonlit Night on the Spring River".

I'm not rejecting modern civilization. My home is also full of household appliances. I also watch popular movies. However, in the crevice of modern commercial civilization, can't some eternal national cultures germinate?

Those missing emotions and lost cultures, how I want to get their seeds back and plant them in people's hearts!

My dear lonely sky, how can I help you find the shadow of "strict array"

Went back to my hometown with my seven-year-old brother the other day. Walking along the river where I played as a child, my heart was full of melancholy. Suddenly there was a lonely "ah-ah-"sound in the sky. I was overjoyed, but I looked up and saw two geese flying alone.

My brother held my hand and asked, "Brother, what bird is that?"

I scoffed and said, "I don't know." I don't want to tell him that it is a wild goose, because the real wild goose is not like this. They should be a group of 30 to 50 people, one in a row, the other in a row, singing the song of the strong wind and flying happily to the south.

I had to stand there for a long time, thinking about the once noisy sky.

Look up at the blue sky

I miss you, my heart is full of innocence and romance. Every time the grass opens, I always stay on the hill next to the village, picking wild flowers and catching butterflies. When you are tired, just lie down and look at the sky quietly. The sky is so blue, the clouds are so light, the clouds swim leisurely in the blue sky, and they curl even when touched lightly. Such as water eyes, sprinkled with holy white and boundless blue, you can't see a trace of gloom and gloom.

In a blink of an eye, time has brought you to middle age. Nowadays, childlike innocence has not disappeared, and passion has dropped sharply. Sooner or later, struggling, shuttling in a hurry, wandering in the busy, how can we return to nature and quietly look at the blue sky? Only after feeling, or looking up at the sky and sighing. Somehow, the flying dust customs covered up the ideal scene. When it gets dark, I wonder if the sky is already leg-colored, or if it has become higher and farther. Maybe you shouldn't blame God like this. Your heart wall is full of ups and downs, and you can't spare time and space, so it's hard to show your vision and feelings about life.

Don't be silent, bury your head or stretch your waist to look at the sky. Perhaps, the haze hanging over my heart will dissipate with the faded white clouds; Perhaps, the depressed mood will be suddenly enlightened because of the clear sky in Wan Li. I believe you must be enlightened, have a feeling, have raised everything you should have raised, given up everything you should have given up long ago, and found the blue sky in your heart again.