What is hope?
I hope so: in the dark night, the feeling of death makes people feel heavy, and the cold air seems to condense into an ice wall. In the deep sky, the stars are swallowed up by darkness, and the moon is shrouded in dark clouds. At this moment, a gorgeous morning glow appeared on the horizon, bringing sunshine information-that is, hope.
I hope so: on a gray day, the sky is gloomy and dark clouds are dominating every corner of the sky. The biting cold wind slapped the glass window and made a "snapping" sound. At this moment, a ray of golden sunshine shines on the cold back of the hand written in front of the desk, which is warm-that is hope.
I hope so: on a tired afternoon, my desk is full of questions and exercises as high as a mountain, and my mind is full of math problems like the sea. In the face of heavy schoolwork, I really hope someone can bring some comfort. Just then, a warm breeze blew the wind chimes in front of the window-that was hope.
I hope so: on the night when the north wind is howling, the flying snow breaks the dead branches of the pool shirt and freezes the cheerful songs of the stream. Outside the window is a world of ice and snow, but inside is a warm family of three. Mom is cooking a pot of steaming scented tea, and dad is rummaging through his file rack. Suddenly, he looked up and asked his 5-year-old daughter, "Do you know what snow is when it melts?" My daughter naively grabbed two braids and stared at the TV, naturally saying, "Spring is here".
Many years have passed, and my mother always remembers my childhood answers. Yes, isn't it spring when the snow melts? 14 years ago, a little life was born in this world, which carried the hope of the family for many years. Today, I stand under this towering old tree. The sun shone on my face through the dense shade, and the mottled shadows flashed on the ground. The snow and ice melted, and the sound of running water echoed in my ears, reflecting the dancing reflection of the pool shirt.
This is the spring in my heart and the hope in my heart. . .
A clear and elegant stream, because the vast blue sea is its hope, and struggle endlessly; Flowers are bright and fragrant, because all love is its hope; The elegant white clouds are light and colorful, because it is its hope that adorns the beautiful clear sky.
The ancients said: "King Wen was arrested and went to Zhouyi; Zhong You wrote Spring and Autumn Annals; Qu Yuan's exile was given Li Sao. " These immortal masterpieces light up the historical sky and precipitate into a thousand-year philosophy. However, isn't this brilliant pearl illuminated by the lamp of hope?
Wen Tianxiang would rather die than surrender, hoping to fill the sky with heroism and rectify the world, so there is a brilliant future of "who has not died since ancient times, pay attention to history"; Tao Yuanming retired from office and retired, but he hoped that life would be elegant, so he devoted himself to cultivating a Long Mu and enjoyed himself in the lingering of peaches and plums. Du Fu didn't want to sink into mediocrity, because he hoped that "reading thousands of books would make him cry" and help the whole people with his brilliant talents. Therefore, he has been called a "poet saint" who cares about the country and the people alone through the ages.
The above refutation of Guiying's class shows us all kinds of beauty, sadness and hatred: light up your life with the lamp of hope and live an infinitely wonderful life by yourself?
How can a hopeless seed become an evergreen tree supporting the zenith? Without the lamp of hope, how can you "climb to the top and have a look, and you will see that other mountains are dwarfed in the sky"? In the boundless darkness, how can there be the lofty sentiments of "One day, I will ride the wind and waves to and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea"?
"There is only one life". Why not take confidence, hope and ideal as the wings and fly to the embrace of success? Knock on the lamp of hope, the dream is in sight, and the future is bright. Even if strange dangers still exist, the rapids are blocking it. What is there to be afraid of?
Raise the lamp of hope! There are beautiful scenery of "shaking through the air and bumping into the shore", and magnificent wonders of "Wan Li sand of the Yellow River with nine twists and turns, waves scouring the wind, and winds rising from the horizon"!
The beautiful scenery is above the steep peaks, and the beautiful life is above the steep peaks. Knock on the lamp of hope, live a wonderful life, and have no regrets when the lamp is on.