How to write a composition on the topic of "life ideal"

Hello, there will be many difficulties and obstacles on the road of life. Actually, we have a lot to learn. Maybe you will have too many thorns and too few flowers on the road; Too many steep slopes and too few flat roads; Too many tears and too little laughter. However, please don't be depressed, please don't give up, please keep going; Because the destination is not far away, at the same time, what we need is to pour hard sweat. One day, I will ride the long wind, break through the huge waves, raise the muddy sails and build a bridge on the deep sea. There are many thorns and few flowers on the road of life. Can we give up picking flowers because of small thorns? No, we can't. We shouldn't bow to thorns. We can't give up the pursuit of success because of thorns. We should show courage, cut through thorns and forge ahead, and all difficulties will appear vulnerable in front of you. "I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and thinner for Iraq." Do everything with a persistent spirit. As we all know, everyone who has lofty ideals and achievements wants to put an end to his ideals and career beliefs with his perseverance. As Su Shi learned: "Those who have achieved great things in ancient times are not only talented, but also determined to persevere." In this sentence, "forbearance" means patience, and "firmness" means persistence. For this road of life, we have no shortcut. We should show camel-like courage, step by step, until the end. "Before yellow sand turns into gold, it needs a lot of hard work to blow it up." On the road of life, I feel lonely walking alone. Who should I tell about the pain, depression and sadness I have suffered, and who should I confide in? At this time, we should think about our ambitions and goals, and think about how we have lived alone for so many years. Maybe you think it's a chore under the mud and sand, but think about it. What comes out of it is gold. Can we give up? Levster once said: Suffering is the teacher of life. We have suffered or will suffer misfortune, but we can't sink in. We should cheer up, face misfortune and move towards success. Let's pack up these bags, move forward with hope, and go our own way of life, slowly until we see dawn ... Appreciation: This article turns to the topic and introduces the topic with "maybe" speculation: How to face difficulties and obstacles? Then, quote the famous poems to make sense, combine narration with discussion, and go deep at different levels. Pay attention to the integrity of the language, such as "maybe you will have too many thorns and too few flowers on the road;" Too many steep slopes and too few flat roads; Too many tears and too little laughter "because the object is incomplete, which affects the expression of ideas." Whose figure is life, gently rippling in my gentle words; Whose life is it? Bend like a pole. Soft words, such as mountains, such as music, such as drinking water; Full of a wisp of fragrance, such as tea, such as catkins, such as night. Touch the dusty past and stare at distant stories ... (1) After the dream of mountain words, the balcony is locked high, and the meaning of drunkenness is not that the wine curtain is hung low. When hatred came last spring. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. Acacia is written on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds. -Linjiang Xianyan Dao Ji is in late spring again. Once again, I woke up from my dream, raised my head awake and put down the curtains. The dream was so clear. At that time, the family was well-off, the youth was in full swing, beautiful women helped the wine, good friends were around, gambling on wine, clapping their hands and patting the ground, and they were all very comfortable. She is diligent in holding the jade clock, but he is drunk, singing in the shadows and dancing low in the heart of the willow building; He remembers that before mowing the grass steps, on the floor where needles were pierced, her skirt was fragrant, her hair was in the wind, and her makeup was green; He knows the lovesickness on pipa strings and the bitterness in Zheng music. At the end of the song, people dispersed, they ended like colorful clouds, and Ran Ran went home. He called their names softly in his words, "Xiaoping", "Lian Xiao" and "Xiaohong". Now, no matter what he calls them, they will not agree with him with a low eyebrow and a little smile. Under the empty brocade screen, the wine wakes up and hates for a long time; In the willow green ferry, it is full of leaves and leaves of love. Only in the dream of falling rain and falling flowers, he waded through mountains and rivers and pursued him. I remember when I met you, I dreamed of being with you several times. Drink a cup of chrysanthemum and fall into an old dream. It would be great if the flowers were really dreamlike and passed without trace. Life doesn't have to be frustrated, just get drunk ... (2) Moving words lean on dangerous buildings and the wind is thin, looking extremely sad and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and mountains, no one needs to lean on the fence It is also a plan to get drunk, to be a song about wine, and to drink it insipidly. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq. -Feng Liuyong used to be such a teenager, riding a horse and whipping, thinking that the ideals of fame and fortune are far away. I thought I could conquer the world with my passion, but that's the way the world is. I can be gorgeous and profound, and I can bear hardships. This is not the way you should go. You can't squeeze in. The emperor said, "Let's write lyrics" and let him stay away from the back door and wander in the south of the Yangtze River. He is down and out, disappointed and helpless. He sings songs about wine, but it's boring when he drinks too much. Come, come, come, "change a shallow name and pour a low one." If you can sing all the way in life, don't waste Wan Li. By the Qinhuai River in Yang Liuan, there are breezes and waning moons, and businessmen especially sing the flowers in the back garden. The world of mortals is rolling, and only Liu Yong, who is naturally sensitive and has a wonderful understanding of melody, is willing to calm down and listen to their sad songs. So, there is this sincere low singing: I don't want to wear silk, I would like to follow Liu; I don't want to be called by the king, I want to be called by Liu Qi. I don't want thousands of gold, I want to get Liu Qixin; I don't want to see the gods, I want to know the seven sides of the willow tree. There is water in the green hills, and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River is withered in autumn. Liu Ci is like water carrying sorrow, even if it lasts for thousands of years, it will make future generations cry. Whenever there is light rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day, many famous ladies drink in front of your grave, wail for the zither, float red and sing sad songs. There are many literati and poets in the past dynasties. How many can do this? (3) Drinking water, the word "Can Xue" condenses into a cold screen. It is midnight in Meidi, and there is no bright moon. I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what you are crying about, and I remember my life in a heartbreaking voice. -Shanalan Rong Ruo, Joy, a sentimental and melancholy literati, an infatuated person with cold feelings, and a sad person who lost his partner due to frost-Nalan Rong Ruo. Nalan Rong Ruo, his name is a beautiful word, he has a gentle heart, gentle nature and gentle spirit. When you see it on your lips, it will become a swan song. In the eyes of the world, he is a man who has almost everything. He was born in a family of Zhong Ming and Shi Ding, rich in clothes and jade, and rich in gold. He is brilliant and proficient in calligraphy, and he is the first poet in Manchu Dynasty. He is full of chivalry, good at riding and shooting, and excellent in martial arts. However, he whispered, "Don't be in bud, it's not a rich flower in the world." All this, the noble family's childe saw. "Don't change the title of Shao Hua easily, how many heroes only waste the hills"-a sigh, how much loss. By the Lushui Pavilion, I once drank wine with my friends and lamented the geometry of life. Long ditch Ryutsuki, drinking poetry, playing the flute until dawn. Things change, friends fly away, and keep dispersing. Alone in the sunset, I boarded the small building. On the horizon, a row of white geese flew by. In the distance, there are yellow flowers everywhere in autumn, and Huanong is like a dream flowing eastward. In the same sunset, an Iraqi carved a fence with him and leaned against the sunset. It must be a woman in quiet inside, as clear as a dream and as warm as jade. They used to be very easygoing, gambling books to let them pour tea. However, good dreams are hard to stay, and dust is easy to remove. After all, duckweed followed the running water for half a century, and the famous flower was buried overnight by a cold rain. With eternal nostalgia and regret, I whispered, "Tao was extraordinary at that time." I lost my ecstasy and lost my bones. The sound of the flute is fine, but the past is long. Looking back suddenly, it used to be the sea, and it is already. Changed the world. I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I remember my life in the sound of heartbroken. The hazy flying figure, singing and dancing in the distance, the song ends, only sigh: life is like words, words are like life! Vague and quiet, far away from the gentle shadow, in front of me, far away from the gentle shadow, in front of me, a poetic life is being staged. There is no decision on the ups and downs, and there is no basis for the ups and downs. This is life-gathering and parting, ups and downs. There is life in words, and life is like a play. I hope it helps you.