In daily life, it is inevitable for everyone to come into contact with or use composition. Composition is a style of writing that is composed of words and is organized through language to express the meaning of a theme after human thought. So do you know how to write a good essay? The following is a collection of compositions I have collected to commemorate Qu Yuan. It is for reference only. I hope it can help everyone. Composition 1 in memory of Qu Yuan
On this day of the Dragon Boat Festival, I remember Qu Yuan this night.
Qu Yuan, the immortal of that romantic era, the beacon in the smoke of patriotism.
He once stood in the Miluo River several times, watching the river roll toward the southeast. So much trouble in the world, so many wasted years. The country has fallen, and the wind and fire continue. Standing in front of the river, the white hair is shorter.
"The wind rustles and the water becomes cold, and a strong man will never return once he is gone." In the years of "Li Sao", he held up the body of the country. He created the longest romantic lyric poem in the history of Chinese literature, showing his unique political talent. The war is ruthless, destroying countless families and taking away the lives of countless young people. Qu Yuan lamented that his talents were not recognized and hated this dark society. He used his literary talent to express his love and passion for the country, but he always ended up misunderstanding and failing.
He was a little helpless, even hopeless. No matter how much he sacrifices, all that is left behind is the ruins and lamentation of a subjugated country. He vigorously criticized this dark society, like a moth out of a cocoon eager to break through this intricate hell and fly to the other side of light. Unfortunately, everything was too dark, and he lost his direction and fell deeper into hell.
He roared in captivity, struggling, trying to break this embarrassment. "The road is long and long, and I will search up and down." He pursues truth and light. There's still a long road ahead, he said. He tried his best to open up this desolate place unyieldingly. Unfortunately, his patriotism was swallowed up in an instant, and he was replaced by bloody pain.
"The whole world is turbid and I am alone pure. Everyone is drunk and I am alone awake. This is how I see it." He stood in front of the Miluo River and looked at everything in front of him, which hurt his heart. Why is it that no one in the world is comrade with me? This is our country. This is the reason for surviving for so many years. The country is dead, and I am heartbroken. He laughed at the fisherman a little, but he had no choice but to do anything. It is the heart that is dull, so there is nothing I can do to save it. He looked at everything in front of him with despair, and he was not only lost in thought.
The skirts of clothes fluttered and fell into the water with lamentations.
What remains is "Li Sao", which is like his lament.
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Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, but thoughts of Qu Yuan linger in my heart. Composition 2 in memory of Qu Yuan
It’s the Dragon Boat Festival again, the days are immersed in the fragrance of rice dumplings, and the mood is too strong to be resolved. Jiuge, Tianwen, Yunzhongjun, and Mrs. Xiang were constantly tumbling in my mind. I suddenly fell asleep at night, Quzi, you finally walked and chanted towards me.
On the banks of the Miluo River, the sky is strong and windy. Your long hair is flying, your clothes are fluttering, your eyebrows are slightly frowned, and you look haggard. You are walking alone, with tears in your eyes, looking up to the sky, and the world is silent. This is a voiceless era, and history seems to be strangled by a pair of invisible hands. You are left in despair.
Qu Zi, darkness has enveloped you!
The anger of the King of Chu, the suffering of the people, the flames of war flying towards Ying, the ridicule from Zilan's lips, and the endless chatter of the little ones about your fate, grinding and squeezing between the lips and tongues of the little ones. Press, rub, indulge. You are like a drifting boat, swimming upstream on the river of time, just for the loyalty in your heart!
Living in a temple cannot help the people; relegated to the countryside cannot help the king. Loneliness and anger are trapped in my heart, and sadness and despair rush through my chest. stop! stop! stop! How can we go along with the filth of the world? You jump into Miluo, and your disheveled hair blooms into dark flowers on the water. The ripples are the most painful tears in China for thousands of years! The flowers blooming on the river surface spread out infinitely and entered eternity along the Miluo River. Qu Zi, with your sinking posture, you rise to a height that makes people look up to you!
Chu, who listened to the slander, stretched out his hand to grasp an empty piece of paper and the humiliating ending of dying in a foreign country. The fate of the country has been reduced to mud. The people of Chu angrily said, "Although Chu has three households, if Qin is destroyed, Chu will definitely die." Their belief is deeply rooted in their bones, but your loyal soul is still wandering in your homeland? When Liu Bang, a native of Chu, established the unified Han dynasty, under the bloody setting sun, it was vaguely visible that you had come from the depths of time, with your crown and crown ringing and your rings ringing.
Time passes by for thousands of years. Qu Zi, your compassion and romantic poems will always shine like stars, reflecting the month of May and China.
The fragrance of vanilla becomes your breath, permeating the world and lingering for a long time; the fragrance of rice dumplings is thrown into the long river of history, which is the deepest longing for you!