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Madame Curie walked persistently and finally discovered a wonderful radioactive element-radium; Edison walked with perseverance, and after thousands of experiments, he finally invented the electric light, which brought light to people in the dark. Beethoven and his persistent peers, although deaf in both ears, still created a symphony of destiny; Sima Qian walked with persistent colleagues and dedicated a wonderful historian's swan song to people. ...

Persistent walking can make us firm, let us never give up, and let us reach the other side of success …

On the rugged mountain road, a blind monk in a hurry asked an old man the way: "Where is the Rosa Castle Temple?" The old man replied, "Just go over two mountains." Seeing the blind monk resolutely moving forward, the old man couldn't help worrying and asked, "How can the elders cross the mountains and mountains because they are blind?" Without looking back, the blind monk calmly dropped four words: "There is a way in my heart ..."

I'm sure the blind monk will be able to reach the Rosaborg Temple that he yearns for in his heart. His simple sentence "There is a way in my heart" expresses a kind of spirit and a belief in unremitting walking.

Calligrapher Wang Xizhi's calligraphy is unprecedented. And this exquisite word stems from his persistence in his persistent peers, so that the pool that he scrubs every day becomes Mo Chi. His son Wang Xianzhi practiced calligraphy for a few days when he was a teenager, but he showed his mother the copybooks his father had read. However, his mother said that only the word "a little" was like his father. Actually, the word "a little" was written by his father. Since then, he has devoted himself to following his father's teachings, exhausted several buckets of water at home, and finally became a generation of calligraphy masters. It can be seen that Wang and his son came through with perseverance, and finally the calligraphy was unparalleled.

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Walking with persistence is doomed to go through storms, but persistence tells us: "Sunshine always comes after storms." Walking with persistence is doomed to face loneliness or bitterness. But insist on telling us: "What's the harm in getting the fragrant rose with thorns all over your body?" Insist on always looking at us with firm eyes: "Come with me and you will get a basket of surprises."

Madame Curie, who walked persistently, told us: "I am willing to explore the unknown elements persistently, which brings me infinite pleasure and surprise." Edison, who walked persistently, said, "I must achieve what I have determined." Even if I fail thousands of times, who can say that I can't see success in that 10 1 time? " Beethoven, who walked persistently, said, "Music is my life, and I am as obsessed with music creation as I am with my own life." Sima Qian, who walked with perseverance, told us: "Because I saw the persistent eyes that my father gave me when he died, my pen for recording history could not stop ..."

Persistence is the perseverance that drops of water and wears away stones. Persistence is Kuafu's never-ending pace of chasing the sun. Persistence is the firm belief of Jingwei in reclaiming land. ...

On the road of life, if we choose a partner, then we should choose to persist. Keep going, just like being with camels in the desert, we will definitely find a beautiful oasis at the end of the vast sand sea.

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This is a clean and tidy work. It can be seen that the author's writing skills are very deep, and this exquisite article is revealed from the author's pen. Maybe the more suffering you experience, the sweeter you will feel. In this bitterness and sweetness, we need that persistent connection, persistent struggle for hope, and suffering for hope. What awaits us may be failure or hardship, but we still have youth and we can make a comeback. The flame of life illuminates our sky.

Water is water.

Li hong

A crystal clear river, together with the name of a martyr, echoed in the year before last, surging the long river of history.

If a castle can belong to Wang Bo, a thatched cottage can belong to Du Fu, or even a huge Qufu can belong to Kong Qiu, then the Miluo River should belong to Qu Yuan. The mountains and rivers in Chu, the vast Xiangjiang River, and Ozawa's cloud dream, imagine that the lonely courtship minister got on a boat in this beautiful scenery, spent the morning wasting Zhu and staying at night, how he floated up and down on the vast river; Imagine how the master who walked alone and asked questions in the sky turned around and searched up and down, hiding his tears and sighing; Imagine how the river in Jiao Ran carries the heavy body and the rising soul of Ran Ran. ...

Clear as blue waves, fishermen drink paddles, and a boat sings and dances. Why not sing by the Zehe River, listen to fishermen sing late, watch the blue waves rippling, and let your heart go with the water with wine? Why not "dress with lotus" and "eat autumn chrysanthemum"? Or you can live in the realm of "Nine Songs" and be a character in "Nine Songs": romantic, affectionate, poetic and brilliant. Why bother "things are turbid", "being alone", "everyone is drunk" and "being alone"? As you know, it is inappropriate to be honest and clean, especially to turn inner sadness into spiritual flame. Thinking over life is your sorrow, and fate over life is not your sorrow. A real person lives in the coldest reality, a cleanest person lives in the dirtiest mud pond, and a person who follows the inner truth most faces all kinds of hypocrisy and cunning. You can't be tolerant of them, even if you are a little hypocritical, you still insist on the absolute purity of your ideal. "The blue water is clear, you can lick my tassel; The water in the rough waves is turbid, which is enough for me. " The purest and softest thing in the world is water. So, you wash your spiritual tassel with clear water and entrust your life to Qingliu, "clean and clean."

A person who is loyal to himself, to his feelings and to his inner truth has died, and the Miluo River has shed the reddest blood, and some of our nation's true temperament has also been diluted.

Water can bathe a group of people and make them clear and turbid. For more than two thousand years after Qu Zi's self-sinking, Wang Guowei, who was lonely and clean, also chose the softest water in the world. "Give me freedom of thought or give me death", Wang Guowei, in the year of destiny, came to the Summer Palace, as if he were going home calmly after exhaustion and tiredness. Kunming Lake under the Paiyun Hall of Foxiang Pavilion is like a silver moon in the mirror, and the trees are silent. The lake can only sigh, sighing the tragic feelings of a truly knowledgeable master and defending his beliefs. The first two sentences of his suicide note are undoubtedly the most accurate revelation of his self-destruction: "Despicability and nobility coexist, and clear water and sewage are mixed." There is nothing to be ashamed of. "This is all Wang Guowei's dull ache and determination.

The "shame" theory of ancient Yanwu in "Rizhilu" ... the shamelessness of scholar-officials is a national thief. "He who knows righteousness will be brave, and he who knows shame will be brave, from ruin. As a revolutionary, Chen Tianhua saw that the country had been reduced to the point where there was no dignity at all, and went to the Sea of Japan without hesitation. As a novelist and dramatist, Lao She suddenly turned into a ghost in the face of Sven's sweeping the floor and "people's artists" and threw himself into the Taiping Lake with humiliation. They chose death. Death makes life perfect and makes life more dignified.

Throughout the ages, sorrow and joy are mixed, and they resort to running water. Faith is the pillar of the soul. For an upright reader, this is much more important than life. When there is inevitable conflict between the preservation of the body and the redemption of the spirit, they resolutely choose the latter, let the body sink and let the spirit soar in the blue waves. The tablet inscribed by Chen Yinque for Wang Guowei reads: "Mr. Wang's writings sometimes have no chapters." Mr. Wang's theory may sometimes be negotiable. However, this independent spirit and free thinking have been worshipped for thousands of years, and they will grow with the world and shine on Yong Guang. "

Zhu Xiang, a poet called "China Keats" by Lu Xun, wrote in his poem "Sea Bury": "Bury me in the lotus pond/water bugs dragging my body in my ears/when fireflies are flickering-bury me on the top of Mount Tai/the wind whimpers lonely pine-otherwise, burn me to ashes/throw me into the flooded spring river/float away with the falling flowers. Faced with the sadness of life and the coldness of people's hearts, he also went to Huangpu River and completed the supreme pursuit of faith with his 29-year-old life.

The universe is transparent, the moonlight is bright, and the stars are crystal clear, all because it has been soaked in the water of the Milky Way for a long time. The Book of Rites says: Water is pure and clean. Pay tribute to those who are no longer ashamed of themselves. They made their own mourning clothes with clean water and shook their spirits. Pentium water will hold up their bright souls.

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What moved me the most was the title of this article "Water as Water". There is a saying in A Dream of Red Mansions that "a daughter is made of water", which means cleanliness. The "water" in this paper is not only superficial purity, but also spiritual clarity. Many literati choose to be integrated with the clear water, and they are willing to bloom the last beauty of life in the clear water. This is a spiritual pursuit. The filth of the material world makes them "no longer humiliated", and only the rise of the soul is the real belief. The pursuit of spiritual world can make literati give up all material superiority. They are like clear water, transparent enough to see through at a glance. This is the literati-simple, persistent, simple and pure. Isn't that what water itself wants to reveal to us?

On an island in the stream.

Lin Yun

The bend of the river is the wet tears in your eyes.

Quiet, the floating leaves on the water just catch the birds singing; Idle, aquatic plants are just idle to tie wooden boats. Fisherman is a willow growing by the water's edge. One, two, three, the silk thread hangs down, the fish runs, is the underwater world calm? Of course, we are like dragonflies, walking through the water, the boat goes from one shore to the other, and the other shore is supported by a boat pole.

When the grass comes, you don't care if you fall under the sole. Can you step on it all? I'm afraid the wheel will roll over, so I'll drive the yellow road. The desolation caused by so many tall grasses makes the swallow's black tail break as soon as it is cut. They flew out of the grass weakly, and there must be something hidden inside.

Go forward, grass, go forward, or grass. Look around, the wind blows, but there are no cattle and sheep. The sky is gray-blue, a little low, without clouds and nothing. Two egrets are flying with the whole sky on their backs.

The beach hidden outside the grass stems was arched by a group of black goats, and my eyes were tired and my heart could not stand it. Tingjiang is at your feet, reaching out, the waves are pushing and shoving in front of you, licking the river bank and disappearing. Not far away, two cows were eating and walking, and a group of big white birds surrounded them. Are they egrets? Spin once or twice on the back of the cow from time to time, stand for a while, and then come down. The other birds stopped to walk with the cows, much like the Royal Guard of Honor. At this time, the cow has lost its modesty after putting on the plow, on the contrary, it has a kind of dignity.

Water and sky are connected, grass and grass are connected, and grass and sky are connected, which constructs a special three-dimensional space. No one, only grass and cattle and sheep. It seems that I am not in Jiangnan, and my heart is full of desolation beyond the Great Wall. I want to sing a song and shout loudly. I want to fill the world with my own brilliance.

Some friends went swimming in the river, some friends were lying on the beach watching the sky, and I stared at the chimney of the tall building on the other side. Someone is at the head of the river and I am at the end of the river. Separated by water, the hubbub is cut off. The bird named pheasant dove is singing in a closed place. Some people have been looking for a continent to nest in their hearts for thousands of years. However, time is like running water ... "Staggered leeks" have long gone with the water. How many ladies walked on both sides of the river and spilled their skirts.

A flock of sheep came unhurriedly. Think carefully about the rhythm of their footsteps, and smiles will definitely overflow their faces. What did they find when they walked behind the sand? Fresh grass? Friends in the river started up like white bars in the waves and rushed there, shouting as they ran: "That's my BP machine, and the sheep are eating my BP machine!" " "

When the sheep came behind me, I looked back and saw the bright eyes of the sheep. I was startled, sensitive and confused: "Do you eat grass, too?" You have a special smell, not the smell of grass. What are you doing here? "I tried to pretend to be close and pulled out the grass. The sheep turned around and left me standing awkwardly, thinking, why am I not a sheep? Do sheep look like pigeons? Unfortunately, I have never seen pigeons, so I can't help but put sheep's eyes on their faces.

Lying on the beach, closing my eyes, listening to the grass whispering, the light of the sheep's eyes forced me to "toss and turn", the waves were shaking, the mainland was shaking, and I was spinning in the air, shrinking into a point as big as a needle tip. The tractor suddenly came, which opened my eyes. The sky between the upper and lower eyelids was smashed by the flying heron, taking away the pheasant that was supposed to stay in my heart.

Loneliness overflows from the river If we hadn't pulled the grass just now, we might have been able to read the depth of the sheep's black eyes. If I don't open my eyes now, maybe the pigeon's nest has already been built in my heart. if ...

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This article constructs a lyrical artistic conception with long lasting appeal for us. Meditation on aquatic plants, wooden boats, weeping willows, pheasants and pigeons, and nostalgia for "jagged leeks" convey a feeling of disappointment and loneliness. The scenery described in this article is beautiful and vivid. "The desolation caused by so many tall grasses makes the swallow's black tail break as soon as it is cut." "The other birds stopped to walk with the cows, much like the royal guard of honor. "It is full of imagination and intriguing.

Stepping in the snow and welcoming the spring

Niu xiangang

Outside the window, among the snowflakes flying all over the sky, clusters of spring flowers are in full bloom. White snow sets off yellow flowers, which are golden yellow. Just came back from the winter vacation at school, I suddenly felt excited and went to find spring through the snow! My sister is traveling in the Sahara desert with Sanmao, giggling from time to time. I finally pulled her back and opened my eyes to say that I was ill. I compare San Mao, saying that stepping through the snow for spring is more than San Mao. Hearing this, my sister woke up, turned out of bed, put on a scarf and rubber shoes, and soon armed herself, but she urged me to come again and again. I snickered, but my hair was so long that I could be fooled.

As soon as I got on the embankment, the cold wind plunged straight into my neck with snowballs. Looking around, the snow beach is vast and thin. My sister fell down and regretted, "Looking for spring, looking for your soul." I smiled and said, "If the peach blossoms are green and the grass grows in Fei Ying, it's called a spring outing. This time, looking for spring through the snow is wonderful in a word' seeking'. " My sister looked helpless, made a mistake, limped and slipped, and followed me down the embankment.

The beach is barren, and the snow is fluffy and knee-deep. Against the snow, I walked step by step to the river. My sister was panting, flushed and full of resentment. I advised her that this river is not an ordinary river, but a spring with green grapes. After all, I know it's hard to convince people. After searching for a few words, my sister suddenly exclaimed and pointed away. I wiped my glasses. As far as I can see, there seem to be a few black spots. My sister is sharp-eyed and says it's a wild duck. I used the topic to recite Dongpo's famous sentence: "Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet."

I watched the beautiful scenery of snowflakes falling in the blue waves and wild ducks splashing in the water. I wanted to go home, but I didn't expect to make trouble. My sister wants to go home in the same way. I wanted to make a detour from Liulin, but I was deadlocked. There is no choice but to toss a coin to win or lose. God helps me, I win again and again, and my brother goes with my sister. At this time, the snow is getting tighter and tighter, but there are gasps and squeaks. I feel that the road is long and my legs are as heavy as lead.

Suddenly, a few clumps of reeds appeared in front of my eyes, all of which were burnt dead leaves, swaying in the strong wind, and the soul was so beautiful. My sister stopped and said, "Is there spring here?" I broke the burnt reed and stripped it of its clothes, but the reed's heart glowed with new green, and the fire burned snow to deceive it, which made people sigh.

Walking into the willow with one foot deep and one foot shallow is like being in the Crystal Palace. The willow tree is like a huge white coral. Wandering here, the vulgar heart is washed, and a piece of jade is clear. My sister took a wicker and blew away the snow, cheering: "The wicker has sprouted!" " "I smiled and dreamed. Who knows, take a closer look, hey! The wicker really arched out small buds. Unfortunately, I can't write poetry, so it's hard to express my feelings.

I asked my sister, "What's it like to walk in the snow for spring today?" She smiled and replied, "Great! Wonderful! It will snow next year and we will come again. "

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Looking for spring through the snow is wonderful in one word "seeking"; The charm of this article lies in the word "fun". The snow hasn't melted and the ice hasn't melted clean, but there are cold ducks playing in spring. At this time, I stepped on the outskirts, groping for the hazy feeling of spring and how to understand the word "reading" in the silence of winter. It is better to get rid of the secular, follow the text, accompany the author to make a light and simple trip, and feel the joy of weeds turning green when the breeze comes; In the fluffy snow, grasp the secret that Wei Xin sticks to. This article didn't put pen to paper in the spring scenery, but it achieved the excellent effect of beginning of spring in winter. Coupled with the slightly playful writing, it really makes people yearn for it. Even the faint envy in my heart is like a green seed, growing in silence.

Xishui

A transparent stream is as clear as a mother's eyes.

In spring, your eyes are gorgeous;

In summer, your eyes are thick green;

In autumn, your eyes are clear;

In winter, you are tired-close your eyes and stop singing.

You breathe in the clouds in the blue sky, the sunset glow at dusk and the stars in the night sky; And left me as a child.

Oh! The rustling sugarcane forest and sweet wind by this stream once blew my childhood dream! I am lying beside you, leaning on my mother's chest, feeling very happy. ...

You are an ancient song in our life-

You see the procession riding donkeys coming, and some suona play funeral music;

You saw several burly men carrying heavy wooden coffins and sending the old man up the hillside;

You heard it too: the unicycle at the foot of the mountain crunched on the barren land. ...

Without you, who will leave us with natural colors;

Who will record the joys and sorrows of the mountain people for us?

Transparent stream, you gave me a pair of eyes that can distinguish colors.

When I am by your side and find myself a teenager, I want to go far.

Send me out of the mountain like you raised my mother!

My feelings:

At the beginning of the article, the stream is regarded as "mother's eyes", and then the colors revealed in "eyes" in spring, summer, autumn and winter are written. This is not only a song for Xiaoxi, but also a song for my mother, because this brook once left my childhood figure and let me enjoy the happiness like a mother's love: she remembered everything that happened in the ravine, remembered the "joys and sorrows of the mountain people" and sent away the "I" raised. Xiaoxi is a song, mother is a song, and the article itself is also a sad lyric folk song. Xiaoxi, my mother. Mom, it's like this stream. Mom. You watched me grow up and took good care of me. I miss being with you. I feel maternal love! Please forgive me for being naughty when I was a child, and forgive me for being ignorant when I was a child! Let me make up for all this now. I love you, my mother!

That's all. I wrote it downstairs, almost eight.