The third day reverie composition article 1 There are many stars in the stream, the fish are jumping, the moon is sad, and the fog is getting lighter and lighter. -inscription
Overlord never dies.
Time flies and turns into light and rain. I looked at the Wujiang River in the distance, and it seemed that the man in my arms was unwilling to cry: "I am the only one left."
Embattled, Yu Ji committed suicide, which is said to be the seed of Yu Meiren, and has sprouted in Xiang Yu's heart. He was defeated by Liu Bang, and I think he must be unwilling.
With the help of his brother, he broke through the encirclement, but he was covered with scars. Then he looked around and there were bodies everywhere.
Night fell quietly, and he and his horse stood alone by the river. His determined face is full of fatigue. He heard the siege outside the tent with tears in his eyes. Looking at the rolling Wujiang River, his thoughts returned to the glory of the past.
In the battle of Julu, his desperate spirit made all the heroes in the world give in by three points. At the hongmen banquet, his indecision of not killing liu bang made him lose the turning point in history.
But he forgot the most important point, "He who wins the hearts of the people wins the world." When he invaded Yecheng, he had lost the hearts of various governors.
"What are you doing?" He sings. After listening, her tears could not help but flow down. She didn't want him to have the slightest worry after he left. During the dance, she waved sadly and said, "The Han soldiers are weak and singing everywhere. Your majesty's loyalty has been exhausted, so what about life? " The dance suddenly stopped. The light of the sword is a little cold, and the beauty is gone. Overlord sighed and hugged her only remaining body. A tear fell from his resolute face and landed on hers.
Tingchang crossed the Wujiang River by boat and advised Wang Ba to return to Jiangdong to make a comeback. But Xiang Yu was ashamed to meet his elders in Jiangdong. All these failures made him feel that he was in a dream. He pushed open the pavilion and looked back and sighed: "Time waits for me, don't lose my life!" " "Under the gaze of Liu Bang, he committed suicide in Jiangdong. The blade is stained with the blood of a generation of heroes, ending the reading and writing of an epic.
When he was blessed by heaven and entered osawa, he was doomed to failure.
Sigh how many heroes disappear in time and how many epics change in time.
Life is like a dream, and the stars gradually disperse. When I look back at the starry sky, there must be an unyielding soul belonging to Xiang Yu, still shining and deeply imprinted in my heart.
Overlord never dies.
Summer nights are especially beautiful, really! That's because there are many twinkling stars.
The dark dreamlike sky is full of stars, and a cool breeze blows from time to time, which makes people feel very cool. There are cicadas singing from time to time, which makes people feel very comfortable. The starry sky on a summer night is beautiful. The twinkling stars are so calm and serene, like bright eyes and shining silver lamps. It is so close to me that I have many fantasies. ...
Looking up at the starry sky, the Milky Way, quietly, quietly, a group of little yellow dots appeared in the sky, looming. From far to near, from small to large, in an instant, came to me. ...
The yellow capsule appeared in front of me, and I looked at it curiously. Big glasses, smaller ones, suspenders. Hey, if it isn't Minions! Dave the bazooka, Kevin the bold, Stewart the sincere and Phil the enthusiastic. ...
"hello! I'm Phil.
"hello! I am Kevin! " .
"Hello, human!"
They introduced themselves enthusiastically, which made me breathless.
"I ... my name is ... hello!" I said timidly.
They looked at me with watery questioning eyes. After a while, they whispered for a while. "Would you like to play in our world?" Dave warmly invited me, "Great!" I agreed without thinking. ...
I saw a flash of light and a burst of dizziness, and I came to a dreamy and colorful world.
Here is a kingdom full of wisdom, and there is a "fun library", which can help you find the books you want as long as you give a "command"; There is a "mathematical paradise" with many interesting mathematical problems. If you answer wrong, it will patiently tell you how to solve the problem. On the contrary, if you answer correctly, you will be rewarded. There is a "typo kingdom" here. In fact, it is a "language paradise". It is a kingdom composed of some beautiful sentences, which makes us bathe in the "sunshine" of literature.
This is a "gourmet world". In fact, to put it bluntly, it is the world of eating goods. There are all kinds of delicious food here, but do you dare to eat such food? A piece of purple bread is full of "flies", which gives off a rancid smell. It looks dirty, but it tastes delicious. "Flies" are actually melon seeds, and purple things are actually blueberry sauce. This smell is ...
After a day of appreciation, I can't help feeling a little tired. After drinking a glass of water, I fell asleep with my friends.
In the morning, there are no insects or birds. No trees, no family. I can't help shivering and staring at this strange "home". Stuart seemed to read my mind and said, "shall we go to the mystery house?" Maybe this will make you feel better. "
Mystery house? What the hell is this place? "Yes, please show it to me," I said eagerly. Stuart spilled the water in the cup into the air and we disappeared. When I arrived in mystery house, the dark walls around me gave me a sense of mystery. I can't help shivering. "What is this place?" I asked nervously, big drops of sweat dancing on the smooth floor. "mystery house actually lets you see the future," Stuffer answered patiently. What will my future look like? What will I become? I'm thinking. ...
Suddenly, a "sunshine" stung my eyes. I saw a magnificent hall, with a crown hall, sixteen gold pillars, smooth marble and magnificent statues, and the sound of reading came from time to time. "Swallows will come back when they go, and flowers will bloom when they fade." Yes, time has passed completely, leaving only memories and regrets. At the same time, I pushed open the door and walked into the "other world".
This auditorium-like classroom is shrouded in blue and looks so dreamy. Students are immersed in the ocean of knowledge, and I am intoxicated. I don't know why, my body involuntarily stepped onto the three-foot platform. I know my teaching career has begun. "Hello, classmates! I am a new teacher! " I said quietly. "Hello, teacher!" The classmate stood up and made a 90-degree bow while talking. I nodded with relief and looked forward to the first lesson of my life. "Sand, sand, rustling ..." I quickly waved chalk in the classroom and wrote "Chinese" on the blackboard. "Teacher, teacher, I know! I know! " The students are noisy, looking at tender faces, small hands held high and firm eyes. I nodded with satisfaction, and as time went by, the class ended unconsciously. Looking at the smiling faces facing me, like sunny flowers, I found that the beauty of the future can not be fought by imagination. Rainbow now, sunshine in the future; Irrigation now, flowering in the future. Only by grasping the present can we have a future. To embrace the future, we must cherish the present. A firm seed has been planted in my heart.
When I looked up at the starry sky again, I smiled and I understood.
Beautiful night sky, countless stars twinkling. Like a jewel tassel embedded in a black curtain. It is like an eternal lamp, unlike warm sunshine and cold moonlight. In a corner of the sky, its light is so tiny and inconspicuous. Other stars are so far away from it, so, the brightest star in the night sky, have you heard clearly the loneliness and sigh of those who look up?
Perhaps you have seen a woman walking slowly across the bridge with a bamboo umbrella, leaning slightly to cover half the ripples in the misty rain. The mountains in the distance seem to be overturned by thin gauze clothes, faintly revealing an indigo. She is like a fairy in a splash-ink painting, with the sound of an ancient flute, alone, inexplicably cold at that moment; Or maybe you once caught a glimpse of a black figure, carrying an ancient knife in the dead of night, flying over the eaves and walking on the wall, with unparalleled martial arts. Who can stand her settling down in troubled times? It's just that if she doesn't do anything, can anyone offer sacrifices to sweep her grave and sprinkle tea?
You would say, that seems to be me. I can't help laughing. She is me, but I am not her. But who am I? I don't know. I am used to wearing a mask to live. I walk alone in the world, watching the ebb and flow of the tide, watching the flowers bloom and fall, and I don't know the red fall. Where is the destination? After a long time, this "mask" will not come off. My initial heart is like an onion, wrapped in layers of filth in the world. At the end, I peeled the onion but couldn't find its heart. Does it have no heart? I can't help feeling depressed. But when I hold it in my hand, I clearly feel a warm light overflowing from my fingers. There seems to be a dim star in my "empty heart", which gradually emits a little faint light. ...
There is a girl in my heart for no reason. She likes to stare at the starry sky, and she says, how lovely that little star is! No noise, no publicity, quiet, even if there is no trace of it in the sky, it has always been here. That girl, like that star, the beautiful poems in ancient books and the faint fragrant tea in celadon cups are the only obstacles in her heart. Fingertips rub the pages and gently spark. She opened her lips and made a jade-like sound. "Men shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathe their jade against the sun." Li Shangyin's Jinse seems to be her favorite poem. Why else, every time I read it, tears fall down? "There are trees in the mountains and branches in the trees. I don't know if I like you." She silently wished Ren Yue and the princes that they must be very happy. However, how can a simple girl like Ren Yue survive in a court of intrigue? "There are many kinds of customs, but who should I talk to?" She gently sipped the green tea in her hand, and all her love, hate, sadness and joy turned into a wisp of tea fragrance, which drifted away with the wind ... Why not sing and walk slowly without listening to the leaves beating in the forest? Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny. Over the years, no one in the world has a cup; If life is a dream, what was life like before?
The drizzle in the college is like her breath. Who did she talk to? How can the picturesque scenery compare with the scenery she gave me? Liu Xia smells Yao Qin, dances and sings, as if reflecting the surprise of that year. She shook the nebula with a smile and poetry became her universe. Who has shed tears for it in this life? The mirror broke and she disappeared. Outside the mirror, it was her and me.
I looked up at the starry sky again, and the little star was still shining slightly. Some are small and some are clumsy, but they still smell stubborn and proud. Even though the sky won't leave a trace, it's always here. I think I am the star in the corner-very silent and proud; Never rely on, never look for.
It's a country night, and the night sky is full of stars. I lay on the sloping grass in front of the yard, put my hands on the pillow and looked up. The stars in the sky feel so close to people, as if at your fingertips. They seem to blink and listen to the children's wishes and secrets devoutly. In the dark, it warms the lonely people. The night in the country is very quiet. There is no hustle and bustle in the city, no tall buildings shining with harsh light in the evening, and no continuous car horns on the city roads. At night in the countryside, only frogs sound one after another by the pond, cicadas and crickets tirelessly play musical instruments and gently cross the earth with the breeze. The grass gently shook its hair and made a sound of "sand, sand". Everything is wonderful. At that time, I was so naive, happy and unrestrained.
It's night in the city, and the night sky looks so lonely. In the endless sky, there are few stars, scattered alone in the corner of the city, and no one cares. I sat at my desk and took time out of my busy study to look up at the sky blankly, hoping that the night sky would enlighten me. I am busy spending day after day, sleeping under this beautiful night sky every night. At this time, I am so eager for freedom and helpless to move towards the future.
The summer heat is fading, and the autumn wind is blowing slowly. I still remember that night, I stood on the sloping grass under the night sky for the last time, standing under the starry sky, looking up at the brightest one, recalling my experience in the country facing the starry sky that accompanied me for a summer vacation: I had a party with a group of friends at night, so I could sneak out, take an empty bottle and get into the grass to catch crickets. Tired and sleepy, I sat by the starry pond and played games. Our laughter echoed in this country. After talking to the starry sky, my nose suddenly soured and I choked and shouted at the starry sky: "Starry sky, remember me, I will come back!" " "Then, turn around, dry your tears and leave. ...
After that, I left this country and returned to this city.
On my first night back, as usual, I sat in a cane chair and watched the sky getting darker and darker. After waiting for a long time, I only saw a few faint stars, which looked so lonely and helpless under this gloomy night sky. I just sat there with tears in my eyes, and my heart was as confused and disappointed as these stars. The night in the city is completely different from that in the country. There are no energetic stars, only this endless night; There is no bright starlight in the sky, only the pale lights on every household in the night sky; There is no natural and primitive "playing sound", only disturbing music in the community square. Silently, I suddenly lost my reason and interest in staying under the night sky and hurried home.