All roads lead to the same goal. College entrance examination composition 1. Shui Ying in the celadon jar is beautiful. The mud pond is deep and the white lotus is clean. If character is the soil that breeds art, why can't Bai Lianhua see the rustic color and smell the rustic color? You can really read between the lines when you are in a hurry, but it's hard to guess what your personality is. However, appreciation of art does not necessarily depend on the author's date of birth, as long as we are eager to have a good flower in our bones.
"The view that poetry is only related to poets is anti-poetic." Marquez said. Especially in the revolution, the seeds of art seem to be all over the battlefield. I still remember the sonorous "La Marseillaise" echoing in Paris, and the painting "Guide the People's Freedom" holding high the war flag. However, Rouge, the composer and lyricist of the French national anthem, was only a captain, even rebelled against the revolution in the late war and spent the rest of his life like a coward. The painter Delacroix is "the seed of the French Revolution", confident and brave, and even unwilling to converge the strokes of sketches. The style and taste of his works are surprisingly consistent, but his temperament and personality are really different. It can be seen that art has never been a mirror of loyalty. However, I think that the reason why works can be circulated must have its only critical standard. Fertile black soil, beautiful red soil and even barren yellow mud can grow barley, rice and highland barley that nourish human nature because of their consistent pursuit.
The style and interest of the work are not necessarily consistent with the character, but they must be consistent with the inner pursuit. When the country was in danger, the coward Lugo's pen also shed "forward, forward, son of the motherland!" " Such words, but in front of the vast universe truth, Newton, who is good at arguing and wrangling with others, bowed his head like a child picking up shells on the seashore of truth; In front of the court of law, Mao Mu, who is sensitive to stuttering, talks eloquently and Kan Kan; In the wantonness of calligraphy, Mifei, who stole calligraphy and painting conveniently, flaunted wantonly, which is the wind of everyone.
Because of the pursuit of freedom, truth, goodness and beauty, a work is called art, and this pursuit is never determined by personality. An artist who is loyal to his heart can certainly express his thoughts, but he is bent by life and stumped by the darkness of human nature, and still pursues integrity and light. Isn't it the most intense and painful poetry in art?
Kong, a professor in Peking University, recently wrote in Weibo that Mo Yan's frequent stories of family decline, hunger and cold are all lies. He also attached a photo, in which Yan wore a cotton-padded jacket and looked dignified and strong, very cute. So what should we ask artists? Haruki Murakami said: "We are a group of people who sincerely create novels day after day." The style, taste and personality of the works are difficult to agree, but we can ask for sincerity in the novel, which is a heart that strives for a better future for mankind. Mo Yan's Village is full of cruelty and warmth of human nature. Since we have gained something, there is no need to criticize whether the author's childhood is full of lies. Just as there is no need to persuade Van Gogh to give up drinking and Lu Xun to give up smoking, you know, they are all people who step on the mud and reach for the stars! We are all so duplicitous that we only care about appreciating art, so why bother with changeable personalities?
Artists struggle with the consistency of style and personality that is difficult to achieve all their lives, because the same noble pursuit has found a consistent way home.
Although I know this road is not easy to find and walk, I am willing to go in the opposite direction. I hope there is a pursuit to lead, so that my words and my personality can go hand in hand and advance together.
It is a consistent, eternal and different way to go home.
All roads lead to the same goal. We walked out of the school gate one by one, but stopped at the school gate and refused to take another step. Just get together and be silent. No one wants to break the silence, and no one knows how many times we will meet again.
We will send each other cool drinks on a hot day, and we will also splash rain on each other's umbrellas like children in stormy weather. It first appeared as if it was yesterday, three years later, and it passed by in a hurry.
Once upon a time, we walked out of school without looking back, leaving only one "goodbye" after another, and we didn't know who to say goodbye to. Once upon a time, we quarreled over a trivial matter and dared to say that we would never come back in this life. The next day, we were as warm as before. Once upon a time, we talked about the bright future and joked with each other: "Don't forget each other if you have money."
I don't know who choked and sobbed first, which led to the sad atmosphere when leaving. Even the fierce sun unconsciously converged its burning light. Tears poured out unconsciously as soon as the tip of the nose was sour. A group of people cried in the crowd, and no one wanted to say goodbye, as if they had said that, they would go their separate ways and never see each other again.
The security guard at the door urged us to leave again. I turned around and shouted "goodbye". In response, their red tears and waving arms smeared past memories with sad charm.
On the way home, I habitually looked up at the sky-the twilight was getting thicker, and the colorful clouds around me reflected a little golden light, but the dusk was threatening this golden sun. As the sun sets, we have to take different paths.
At 4: 37 am, I woke up. The ink outside the window is heavy, as if the sun were submerged in the ink and would never rise again. I sat on the balcony in a daze. I don't know how long it took, but the sky was quietly dyed dark blue. I like the world covered by dark blue very much, and I want to see the whole city. I climbed the stairs step by step to the roof. I have something to do. Maybe this will reduce the sadness of parting.
I can see the school from the roof. There are no more students running on the playground, and there are no more lights on the teaching building. There will be many new students sitting in our old classroom, but not us.
The dark blue earth began to be plated with a layer of golden light, and the trees swayed slowly with the wind like being awakened and bathed in this thin sunshine. When I looked up, the sun had risen by half, and the distant peaks were dark. They hold the bright sun. When the sun rises, they will rely on an orange sea, and a golden sun will guard them like a god.
All roads lead to the same goal. Composition 3 Meitu software, which became popular on the Internet from hand-painted portraits, has changed its way, and what remains unchanged is its adherence to its ancestral business; Escort from War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression to the Gulf of Aden has changed into a career, and what remains unchanged is the enthusiasm for national development; From domestic development to San Francisco, it is the place that has changed, and the constant is the attachment to my hometown.
China's family concept ranges from a family of three to 65.438+400 million people. Since ancient times, people in China have had a traditional family view of "inheriting their father's business". The so-called "inheriting the father's business" is not only a simple and unchanging inheritance, but also a critical inheritance of "taking its essence and discarding its dross", making the past serve the present. Grandfather recorded and fixed the beauty of the world in different ways, which is the embodiment of the development of family culture. It is flexible, can adapt to the changes of social life, constantly meet people's growing spiritual needs, and has played a positive role in the development of human society.
From soldiers to technicians, to starting a business or even escorting, the concept of employment in various ways is eternal, which embodies the national spirit with patriotism as the core. The family here has stepped out of the shackles of small families and risen to the height of the country.
"We all have a family called China brothers and sisters, and many of them have beautiful scenery." "Home is the smallest country, and there are thousands of countries." From these lyrics, we can easily see that the subtle relationship between a small family and a big country has promoted the development of this family in different ways in a specific historical period, whether it is to join the battlefield or exploit oil fields or actively start a business to accelerate the development of the socialist market economy. Today, with the theme of peace and development, we still stick to this family belief.
The Tao Te Ching said, "If you cultivate it in the world, you will learn from it all over the world, so you should look at your body, your home, your country and the world." "The world" is a unique thinking scale of China culture, the largest and most complete unit beyond small families and countries, and has the broadest capacity.
Grandpa Santai broke through national boundaries and devoted himself to the "world", which is the embodiment of the pioneering spirit of hard struggle. China's family culture follows the path of "self-cultivation, keeping the family in order, governing the country and leveling the world", and finally reaches the realm of "one family in the world" from the logical isomorphism of "body-family-country", which shows that China's family concept is extremely open and inclusive.
China people long for a "round" culture. A river can have countless tributaries, but no matter where it struggles, it will eventually meet in the same river and the sea. Family values always enable people to achieve the same goal through different channels. Story family is only a part of thousands of families in Qian Qian, and it is the epitome of countless families in China. Witnessed the changes of the times, the development of the country, and also witnessed the family culture that will be passed down for a long time.
I am a cow. To be exact, I used to be a cow. But in the end, I will stand with everyone. I naively thought how different I was, but I didn't expect the ending to be the same, no difference.
Like the rice lying flat next to me, it should have been rice. They were plowed by me. They bear hardships and stand hard work, and have endured the baptism of wind, rain, sun and rain, growing painfully and difficultly. I often walk on the path beside the fields, and I can clearly see that they change from short to high, from green to yellow, until they are mature. Finally, I dragged them into the yard and exposed them to the sun. It was originally earthy, and after processing, it finally smelled delicious.
They came before me, so I should smell it.
The fruit that is being fermented should be the fruit planted on the mountain next door. I have never been to that mountain. All I know is that they used to be red. During the day, they are a touch of beauty on the green hills. At night, they are very moving, and they are drowsy by the sunset. I was eager to go to the mountains before, and the scenery below was too narrow. Even if we climb the biggest stone in our field, we can't see whether the cow at the other end of the field is male or female.
Therefore, I am eager to go to the heights and enjoy that large piece of fruit, which is really happy. I can see everything clearly in such a small ravine. I really have no regrets except that I can't walk around at will. I used to like walking in the fields best. Sometimes my youngest son rides on my back and asks me to carry it. If I hadn't been honest and tied by a rope and couldn't run, I would have thrown him to the ground.
Thought of here, the resentment in my heart seems to be heating up and fermenting. Unfortunately, I have worked hard all my life, cultivated and worked hard, gave up my dream of going far away, devoted myself to my master, worked hard and paid everything. However, what is finally waiting for me?
The host dragged me into the yard that day, and I didn't think too much. I vaguely remember the fiery sunset that day, which was the most beautiful picture I have ever seen. Immediately, there was a deafening rhythmic roar in my ear, and then everything vanished in the moment I closed my eyes. I still remember when I first came, I looked naive and ignorant. All I know is to work hard, do my best for my master and ask for nothing in return. But you see, whether it's weather-beaten rice, fruit standing on the mountain, or me, it's hard to escape this fate in the end. Is it fate or God's joke? And how should outsiders evaluate our lives?
All roads lead to the same goal. History is always too far away, like lost water. We can't see or touch it anymore. We can only see a little time change from the traces of the eroded waterfront. Although those people and things are far away, they don't feel anything when they think about it.
I admire many historical figures. As the saying goes, there are always many heroes and leading figures in the era, but I still remember Hua Xin and Ning Guan in the Eastern Han Dynasty. They are not close friends who depend on each other for life and death, nor are they outstanding emperors and ministers. They said they were friends, but they haven't seen each other since they broke up in their youth. They said that they were not friends, but all roads lead to the same goal. The meaning of breaking up is hard to say.
Everyone knows the story of "cutting the seat and breaking the righteousness". Because Hua Xin is greedy for small fortune and foreign gold, he is despised by Ning Guan; Hua Xin, who has the heart of fame and fortune, can't study quietly, watching the gorgeous carriage with ordinary people, so he was cut off by lonely Ning Guan and broke up from now on. But they didn't know that in his later years, Hua Xin, who became an official in Qiu, repeatedly recommended to Guan Ning, the emperor who had lived in other places for a long time and had never been an official. No matter how Guan Ning refused, he still wouldn't give up, and even wanted to give him Qiu's position. There are many stories behind it. I think Huaxin's last insistence is just to see old friends again.
Turning a page in history, Huaxin has always been honest and clean. He is quite a gentleman, indifferent to the world, and has a good eye for Ming Rui. Therefore, after he became an official, he rose step by step and got a lot of praise. He has always been frugal and tactful, and has not taken bribes. After his death, his family was surrounded by four walls, and he also preached Confucianism before his death, setting an example for others. He is wise and knows the pros and cons. When he was in the same boat as Wang Lang, he didn't want to take in people who asked for help, but after giving a helping hand, he helped him to the end ... Everything can't help but make people think deeply. How can a man who can keep his daughter out of the door covet the gold in the field at that time? I think Huaxin regrets it. He took Guan Ning as a bosom friend, but he was separated by the other side, so no matter how beautiful the scenery is, he will never forget it. So he was indifferent all his life and honest to the end. In his later years, he strongly recommended Guan Ning and wanted to see his old friends again. What can be lost can never be recovered, so in the end he didn't get it.
Hua Xin ups and downs in officialdom, tasting the unpredictable things, although the official to the high, respected, happy family, but I think he still has one of the biggest regrets, after all, the most stable and happy days, is often the most memorable, this should be the time for him to study and hoe vegetables with You Ning. When Hua Xin was young, he heard that Guan Ning had a good reputation after Guan Zhong, so he visited thousands of miles away. They hit it off immediately and got along well. At that time, it was as beautiful as carefree. He just sat in a small room studying and hoeing vegetables in the garden, and his time was peaceful. But later, Guan Ning thought that they parted ways because of two things, different purposes and different ways, and never met again.
Hua Xin went to the officialdom, pursued fame and fortune, and tasted the ups and downs of the world. Guan Ning continued to live in seclusion in the field, teaching people the way of Confucianism, carefree. When Hua Xin was in the ruling and opposition parties, he "established heaven and earth, established a career for people, carried forward the past and created peace for all generations", so Guan Ning educated the people in the fields and kept the wind of being a gentleman. All roads lead to the same goal. Although their fates are opposite, they still stick to the road in their hearts and do honest things, which has become a bright moon. It's just that it's late at the end of the world, and it's autumn, so it's hard to get together when we leave, so it's hard to get back.
The water of history will eventually pass away, but the lingering fragrance will stay in the wind and linger in Micari for a long time. People around you will eventually take different roads, but different roads lead to the same goal. Why not?