Ask for a 10 essay, the number of words is between 950- 1 100, and the author must be Zhu Ziqing, Zhang Xiaofeng or Bi Shumin.

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.

Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed.

The tender green grass crawled out of the ground. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.

Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, you won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all full of flowers. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, the tree seemed to be covered with peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass like stars, still blinking.

"Blow your face and chill the breeze" is good, like a mother's hand touching you. There is a smell of newly dug soil in the wind, mixed with the smell of grass and various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Call friends to show off her crisp voice and sing tactfully, which is in harmony with the cool breeze and flowing water. The shepherd boy's piccolo on the cow's back rang all day at this time.

Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to stare at your eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path and by the stone bridge, some people are walking slowly with umbrellas, and some farmers are working in the fields, wearing wrinkled hats. Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain.

There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family in urban and rural areas, old and young, came out one by one. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring", which has just begun, some are kung fu and some are hope.

Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.

Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.

Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and legs, leading us forward.

back

I haven't seen my father for over two years. What I can't forget most is his back.

That winter, my grandmother died and my father was relieved of his job. This is a day when it never rains but it pours. I want to go back to my hometown in Xuzhou with my father from Beijing. I went to Xuzhou to see my father, saw the messy things in the yard, and thought of my grandmother. I can't help crying. Father said, "Well, don't be sad, but God never shuts one door but he opens another!" " "

Going home to sell pawns, my father lost money; Borrowing money for the funeral again. Things at home are very bleak these days, partly because of the funeral and partly because my father is idle. After the funeral, my father will go to Nanjing to work, and I will go back to Beijing to study. Let's go together.

In Nanjing, a friend made an appointment to go sightseeing and stayed for one day. The next morning, I will cross the river to Pukou and get on the bus in the afternoon. Because my father is busy, he has decided not to send it, and found a familiar waiter in the hotel to accompany him. He repeatedly told the waiter to be very careful. But he finally worried that the waiter was not suitable; I hesitated for a moment. In fact, I was twenty years old that year, and I have traveled to and from Beijing two or three times, so it doesn't matter. He hesitated for a while and finally decided to take me personally. I repeatedly advised him not to go; He just said, "Never mind, they can't walk well!"

We crossed the river and entered the station. I bought a ticket and he was busy looking after the luggage. There is too much luggage, so you have to tip the porter to go. He is busy bargaining with them again. I was really smart at that time, and I always thought he was going to interrupt myself because he didn't speak well, but he finally settled the price; Walk me to the car. He chose a chair near the door for me; I paved the seat with the purple coat he made for me. He told me to be careful on the road, to be alert at night and not to catch a cold. And let the waiter take good care of me. I laughed at his pedantry in my mind; They only know money, they just ask for it! Can't people my age take care of themselves? Well, now that I think about it, it was really clever at that time!

I said, "Dad, you go." He looked out of the car and said, "I'll buy some oranges." You stay here and don't walk around. "I think there are some vendors waiting for customers outside the fence on the platform over there. To get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump down and climb up. Father is a fat man, so it is naturally more troublesome to walk there. I was going to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. It was not difficult to see him limping to the railway and leaning down slowly, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing the appearance of hard work. At this time, I saw his back, and tears soon flowed down. I quickly dried my tears. I'm afraid he will see it, and I'm afraid others will see it. When I looked out again, he had come back with the bright red orange in his arms. When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, then picked them up and left. When I arrived here, I hurried to help him. He and I walked to the front of the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So I dived into the dirt on my clothes and felt very relaxed. After a while, he said, "I'm leaving. Write it there! " "I watched him go out. He took a few steps, turned around and saw me and said, "Go in, there's no one inside." When his back was mixed with the crowds coming and going, I couldn't find it anymore, so I came in and sat down, and tears came again.

In recent years, my father and I have been running around, and the situation at home is getting worse and worse. As a teenager, he went out to make a living, made his own living and did many great things. I didn't know the original environment was so depressing! He was so sad that he couldn't control himself. If you are depressed in the middle, it is natural to send it out; Family trifles often touch his anger. He treats me differently. But I haven't seen him for the last two years. He finally forgot my fault and only thought about me and my son. After I came to the north, he wrote me a letter, which said: "I am in good health, but my arm hurts badly." It's not convenient to pick up a pen, so my departure time is not far away. " I read here, and in the crystal tears, I saw the back of that fat, blue cotton robe and black mandarin jacket. Alas! I don't know when I can see him again!

Zhang Xiaofeng:

I like it.

I like life, life is full of fun.

I like the sunshine in winter, unfolding in the confused morning fog. I like peace and distance, I like the light and heat without noise. When people sit around the playground in the noon sun, the original and simple image always touches my heart deeply.

I like walking on the narrow mountain road in the spring breeze. Strawberries are like delicate red lanterns, tied diligently all the way. I like to look up at the sharp buds on the treetops. There is an innocent pink in the extremely tender yellow-green color-it seems to be ready to give something and show something at any time. That gentle and pragmatic behavior often teaches me some of the most beautiful truths in silence.

I like to see flat, shiny rice fields. Tiny seedlings are closely arranged together, like a fluffy blanket, woven from the feathers of many green birds. It always inspires me to lie on it.

I like the long days in summer, and I like to sit alone on the balcony on the hillside at windy dusk. The rice waves all over the mountains are surging, and the beautiful fragrant rice is tumbling. Slowly, the gorgeous clouds are washed away, and the soft evening stars are in place one by one. I like to watch this set. I like to sit in that comfortable box.

I like to see the reeds all over the mountain, and the sad white in the autumn wind. On the hillside, by the water, the beauty is so bleak. At that time, Liu told me that he got a poem in his dream: "The misty trees and reeds are all white." The artistic conception is beautiful, but it is plain and awkward. I want to make a quatrain, but I am reluctant to change it. I want to contact the ancient style, but I can't sing more sentences. So far, it's just a poem, a beautiful and isolated artistic conception.

I also like dreams, and I like the strange enjoyment in dreams. I always dream that I can fly over mountains and rivers. I always dream of strange colors and pleasant images. I dreamed of brown horses with shining manes flying in the wind. I dreamed that flocks of wild geese were resting on the beach grass. I dreamed of the Lotus Sea, which was completely boundless, showing off a vague scarlet at a distance-all this was something I had never seen before. I can't forget the dream of watching the sunrise in front of a purple mountain-it must not be purple, but emerald green against the rising red sun in Ran Ran, so I invented such a strange mountain scene in my dream.

Of course, I like mountains in real life, too. The long window in my office faces the mountains. Every time I sit by the window, I always sink into the green, a kind of unspeakable softness. In the distance, the white cross on the church spire stands tall in the transparent sunlight, holding up the blue sky high.

I also like flowers, no matter what kind, like thin autumn chrysanthemums, rich roses, lonely and clean lilies and long fragrance. I also like the little wild flowers that are unknown in the deep mountains. Cross, tree, star and sphere. I really believe that when God created thousands of flowers, he gave them the same honor.

I like another kind of flower, which blooms on people's smiling cheeks. When I was in an alley on a cold morning, I smiled and said, "Good morning!" " "I suddenly feel that the world is so kind, my fingers wearing leather gloves no longer feel stiff, and the air is full of goodwill.

When I get to the station and start waiting for the bus, I like to see middle school students with short hair and ears, in high spirits and as happy as birds. I like their beautiful broad and clear foreheads and lively and clear eyes. Every time I look at them, it always reminds me of myself and always feels like I am still one of them. Or simply full of fantasy, or so easily moved.

When I sit at the desk in the office, I like to have someone deliver the letters of the day for me. I like reading my friend's letters. Life without letters is unthinkable. I like reading letters from my brothers and sisters. Those innocent sentences always make me see the small town burning with phoenix flowers in the south again with tears in my eyes. I can't forget that summer when Fred sent me a fern leaf from the highest mountain. In such a hot summer climate, I suddenly felt sweet and refreshing.

I especially like letters from readers, although I may not have time to reply. Every time I read these letters, I always feel a special excitement. In this world, maybe someone has seen through me. Isn't that enough? I don't need to exist forever, I hope the truth I believe will exist forever.

I put the letters in many small boxes, and those cares and friendships are well preserved.

Besides letters, I also like reading some books, especially at night, under a light. I am not a very diligent person. I only like reading books about lyrics and songs. Sometimes it involves some Gu Zhuo's essays. Occasionally, I force myself to read some simple English books. I like the vivid changes in their writing.

encounter

On a long morning in May, my four-year-old daughter suddenly screamed.

"mom! Mom! Come on! "

I jumped out of bed and went straight to her bedroom. She sat up and looked at me without saying a word with a mysterious and strange smile on her face.

"What is it?"

She doesn't talk.

"What is it?"

She pointed out the window with a chubby little hand, holding a small meat den in her hand, but there was nothing outside the window except the gray wall of another apartment.

"What's the matter?"

She still secretly smiled, and then quietly revealed a sentence.

"Oh, my God!"

I looked down at her hand. I really saw the blue sky that was eternal and still young, the amazing spotless blue sky, the blue sky that a little girl knew in the new word book but still didn't feel startled at the moment. I was shocked for a moment.

So, I sat quietly beside her and they looked at the miraculous clear sky together. Usually, a noisy little girl was frightened that day and showed a pious silence. Through surprise and almost unbelievable joy, she saw the sky. Her eyes start from the small window, and the loud sky blue starts from that end. On that beautiful May morning, they met. That moment was really sacred. I hold her little hand and feel that she no longer only knows "heaven" from the structure of strokes. She was surprised and amazed to realize that it was broad, open and deep-she faced the blue sky and she grew up.

It was a summer afternoon that couldn't be longer. At first, I sat by the lake in Indiana and read a book. Suddenly, I found some white fibers floating around the lake, like cotton, some floating on the grass and some floating in the lake. I still don't care too much, just because it is windy occasionally.

Gradually, however, I found the situation simply shocking. A few hours later, the trees are still sending out those small clouds unconsciously, as if they were an infinite cloud bank. The whole afternoon, the whole night, the sky was full of that kind of thing, and the next day it was exactly the same. I was surprised and shocked.

In fact, when I was in primary school, I knew that there was a kind of seed planted by wind and optical fiber, but I only knew the answer to a test question. I really saw it that year, and my heart was full of admiration, an unspeakable awe. It was almost the first time I saw life-even though it was a plant.

I feel that the seeds like clouds collide strongly with something in my heart, and I can't help but be moved by the luxury, luxury and cost-free investment of life. Perhaps only one seed, after wandering day and night, is enough to make a tree, but the creator is willing to do such a thrilling feat.

When I meditate, I still often think of that lovely lake. I don't know which of the seeds by the lake has become a small tree. At least I know a seed has grown up. That seed once met a piece of land, and it became a shade in a valley in the hearts of passers-by, teaching her how to fear life.

Bi Shumin

The wisdom of the mother wolf

The Wisdom of the Female Wolf Bi Shumin "The cleverest animal next to human beings is the wolf." An old hunter, by the honey-thick bonfire in Daxing 'anling, said to me. Hunters are a dying profession. He stopped hunting and became a ranger. It was when I was young ... The old hunter stood up and seemed to regain his courage. What if the wolf crosses the river with the little wolf? If there is only one wolf, it will hold it in its mouth. If there are several, only one of them is worried about what will happen to the "children" left on the shore when he swims in the river, so he bites an animal to death, bursts its stomach, and then firmly bites its pedicle with his teeth, making it swell like a raft. It carried all its cubs, and the family crossed the river with the help of the buoyancy of the lifebuoy. Once, I chased a female wolf with two cubs. She can't run fast because the wolf's feet don't work. The distance between me and the wolf gradually shortened, and the mother wolf turned and climbed to a huge sand dune. I'm surprised. Usually, when wolves are in danger, they will circle in the dense vegetation and use the complex terrain to wait for an opportunity to escape. If they climb to the sand dunes, although wolves climb faster and seem to take advantage of people, once people climb to the top of the mountain, they will have a clear vision and the wolves will never run again. This is a strange wolf. Maybe it has lost its mind. I thought like this and climbed up the high sand dune step by step. Sure enough, it is obvious that the wolf is running away quickly in the distance. I went down the mountain to chase, and suddenly I found the little wolf missing. At that time, I didn't think much, and I tried my best to chase it down. That is the fastest wolf I have ever seen in my life. I don't know where it came from, like a black arrow stuck in the ground. I didn't kill it until the sun went down. I was so tired that I almost vomited blood. I skinned the wolf and walked back with a gun pointed. Walking and thinking, what an incredible wolf. Why is it so taboo? Where did those two little wolves go? I'm going home soon, so I decided to go back to that dune. It's almost midnight, the weather is extremely cold, under the pale moonlight, sand? The yard is like a silver grave, and there is no movement. I don't think it's really necessary. It's just a stupid wolf. I was about to leave when I suddenly saw a hidden depression, like a white candle, rising two strands of smoke. I ran over and saw a pile of dried camel dung, from which white gas came out. I gently lifted the camel dung and saw two little wolves that had disappeared during the day, panting evenly under the warm camel dung. There are traces of the wolf's tail sweeping gently on the ground, and the work is very clever. During the day, it actually escaped the eyes of an old hunter like me. The female wolf, in order to protect her cubs, first delayed my speed by climbing the hill, gained time to hide the child, calmly stroked the trace with her tail, ran in the opposite direction with all her strength, and bought the child's life with her death.

Remind happiness

We have been used to living in reminders since childhood. At the first sign of trouble, my mother said, don't forget to put on more clothes. Just met a friend, my father said, be careful that he is a liar. You achieved a little success, but you didn't laugh. All the people who care about you say together, don't be proud! When you are immersed in joy, you keep saying to yourself, "Don't be too happy, maybe suffering will come soon …" We are used to living with reminders. Visible fear and invisible fear always hover overhead like crows.

On the night when the moon is clear, a reminder will come out and say to you: Watch out for the storm. So regardless of the bright moonlight, we made all the preparations before the storm warning in a hurry. When our eyes are wide open, the storm is like a sheep coming back late, and I don't know where to wander. When we really can't stand waiting for disaster, we even maliciously hope that the storm will come early.

The storm finally came slowly. We were disappointed to find that most of the preparations were useless. After all, the risks that can be resisted in advance are limited, but the unpredictable disasters in the world are infinite. Overcoming the disaster depends more on the step at the door, and the previous anxiety can't help.

When the tail of the storm finally went away, we held a messy home. Before we could breathe, a new reminder sounded intelligently, and we began to look forward to the future in fear.

There are always disasters in life. In fact, most people have learned to be calm about disasters, but we have not learned to be happy between disasters. We pay too much attention to the awareness of suffering and ignore the reminder of happiness. Please pay attention to happiness from now on! Does happiness also need to be reminded?

Think of falling ... think of slippery roads ... think of being cheated ... remember honor and disgrace ... The sages reminded us 100 1 times, but did not remind us of happiness.

Maybe they think that happiness can't run away without reminding. Maybe they think you will cherish good things instead of exhorting them. Maybe they value blood and fire too much and think happiness is not worth mentioning. They always stand on the cliff and tell us how to escape the future suffering. But what is the time after avoiding pain?

That is happiness!

Learn to enjoy happiness and be reminded when happiness comes. People can naturally learn the pleasure of the senses, but people can't naturally master the rhythm of happiness. The pleasure of the soul and the comfort of the organs are like twin brothers, sometimes interdependent and sometimes diametrically opposed.

Happiness is the vibration of the mind. It needs constant training, just like an ear that can only listen to music.

In short, happiness is a moment without pain. It doesn't appear as often as we thought.

People often just pick up the golden mane on the ground and say, I've seen it before, after the happy golden carriage has sailed away.

People like to recall the specimens of happiness, but ignore the moment when happiness is covered with dew and emits fragrance. At that time, we were often in a hurry, looking back and thinking about what we were busy with.

Some people predict typhoons, locusts, plagues and earthquakes. No one predicts happiness. In fact, happiness, like everything else in the world, has its signs.

Happiness is often hazy, it will bring us moderate rain. Don't always hope for vigorous happiness, it just comes quietly. Don't try to turn up the tap, or your happiness will soon be lost. But you need to use a peaceful heart to quietly understand the true meaning of happiness.

Happiness is mostly simple. It won't flash red light at high altitude like a signal flare. It is wrapped in its natural coat, warmly wrapping us.

Happiness doesn't like noise and glitz, and often comes in gloom. A poor cake, a soul mate's troubled eyes, a father's rough touch, a girlfriend's warm note … these are all happiness that thousands of dollars can't buy. Like a ruby on an old silk, it is more and more dazzling in desolation.

Happiness sometimes plays jokes on us and comes in disguise. Opportunity, friendship, success, reunion ...

They are all similar to happiness, but they are not the same as happiness. Happiness will borrow their dresses, wave by wave, get closer, lift the veil and realize that it has a steel core. Happiness is sometimes short-lived, and it will not cover the sky like suffering. If the suffering and happiness of life are divided at the two ends of the scale, the suffering is enormous, and happiness may be just a small ore. But the pointer must be tilted to the side of happiness, because there is gold of life there.

Happiness has a trapezoidal cross-section, which can be expanded or reduced, depending on whether you cherish it or not.

We should be alert to happiness and enjoy every minute of happiness enthusiastically. According to the research of scientists, the result of intentional attention is much better than that of unintentional attention.

When spring comes, we should say to ourselves, it's spring! My heart will be green.

When we are happy, we should say to ourselves, please remember this moment! Happiness will accompany us for a long time. Then we will be happier!

Therefore, in the harvest season, don't think about the possible disaster year, we still have a long winter to think about.

We will dance and sing with our friends to express our joy. Now that the seed has repaid the sweat, we have the right to immerse ourselves in happiness. Never mind the future wind, frost, rain and snow, let's grind wheat into flour and bake a delicious bread first.

So, when we meet from the ends of the earth, please don't hesitate to leave after a while. In the long years to come, there will be countless lonely nights to taste sadness alone. Now every minute, let it burn into a happy light blue flame like pure alcohol, leaving no residue. Let's raise our glasses and say: We are happy.

Therefore, when we are waiting at the knees of our elderly parents, you should have the courage to say to yourself: I am very happy, even if their temples are gray, even if they are old. Because heaven and earth are impermanent, one day you will lose them and regret this moment infinitely.

Happiness is not synchronized with wealth, status, prestige and marriage, it is just a feeling in your heart.

So, when we have nothing, we can also say: I am very happy. Because we still have healthy bodies.

When we no longer enjoy health, the bravest people can still smile and say: I am very happy. Because I still have a healthy heart. Even when we are connected to each other, the best molecules of mankind can still say loudly to the universe: I am very happy. Because I have lived.

Always remind yourself to pay attention to happiness, just like watching the sun on a cold day, your heart will be warm and bright unconsciously.

Light.

Not easy to adopt ~ ~ ~. . . .