A candidate in Nantong city
When I turned on the radio, a sad song "Let's Go" flooded into my heart.
The incompetence of the Han family is the tragedy of the hot-blooded children. Wang Zhaojun stood Yingying up, so this weak woman reversed the tragic fate of the times.
On the ancient road outside the fence, who is playing a "March" with the pipa? In the fog of history, how many years and generations has this voice echoed? A beautiful woman's youth fades away and disappears in the fog, so a dynasty can settle down in the fog.
Zhaojun, did Caojian flash your persistent tears on the way out of the traffic jam? Has the smoke rolling under the horseshoe ever filled you with endless bitterness?
No more words, Zhaojun. You are like a treasure knife, shutting out foreign wolves. I can't imagine how brave you are.
For the sake of Korea, you walked out of the girl's boudoir and merged into the vast desert; You walked out of the girl's field of vision and into a poor life; You took off your childish girl and lived in a solid wall; You washed away a girl's innocence and turned it into a tough belt.
Your beauty is an ingenious art, and you cover the cold blade with art; You use art to connect two nations, but where are you going?
Is that your lonely figure in the vast desert, Zhaojun? The camel bell is fading away, and your figure is gradually disappearing into the darkness. What you shoulder is a kind of responsibility and a kind of beauty. Zhao Jun, are you playing the sad March? I heard you. Oh, beautiful Zhaojun, tenacious Zhaojun, legendary Zhaojun, did you hear the hymn in the sand?
"No one has ever seen your amazing face,
But no one has ever doubted your beauty,
…………
Are you a spear or a machete in the Han Dynasty?
Resist the ambitions of foreign men,
Avoid the destruction of life,
…………"
I have heard a song Exodus. That was your call thousands of years ago, homesickness, lament, melancholy, courage and strength!
Scholar spirit
Candidates of Xuzhou senior high school entrance examination in 2004
Mr Qian Zhongshu, a great scholar, passed away. Bing Xin sighed when she learned that. She said, "There is no shortage of intellectuals in modern China. What is lacking is scholars. " After listening, it is thought-provoking. I think the charm of celebrities lies in the spirit of that scholar! So I opened the scroll of history and began to search hard for "scholars".
"Self-improvement, morality and morality" is a great personality of a scholar. Confucius is determined to learn from others and achieve his own destiny. Benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom and faith. Hold the road to saving the world and travel around the world; Practicing and demanding politeness in politics; Tireless teaching and educating people, dedication to the cause of education, immortal for thousands of years. His thoughts became stronger and stronger, and he became the teacher of all ages, the holiest teacher and the sage of scholars. Confucius is the first light in my life.
"I am old, people are old, teenagers are young, and people are young." This is a scholar's spirit of fraternity. Mencius lived up to his bounden duty and founded the theory of benevolent government, preaching the idea that the people are more valuable than the monarch. His generous love made him a saint among scholars. Mencius' spirit of "sacrificing life for righteousness" and Confucius' thought of "sacrificing life for righteousness" are the highest moral standards of the Chinese nation, inspiring people with lofty ideals throughout the ages to sacrifice their lives for their country and go to disaster generously.
Du Fu's infinite sympathy and love for the people are "worrying about Li Yuan in poor years, sighing in the intestines" and "enjoying an endless castle, which greatly protects the faces of the poor in the world". Du Fu has been eager to learn since he was a child. At the age of seven, he recited poems, read thousands of books, wrote earth-shattering, and made the gods cry. Moreover, because he has a sincere patriotic heart, although he was down and out all his life, he became a poet.
"I commend Xuanyuan with blood" is an oath made by Lu Xun at the age of 19. He shouted in the dark. Where is the light? He cares about national peril, regardless of personal safety, and "looks on coldly"; What he ate was grass, and what he squeezed out was milk, not blood. He faithfully fulfilled his oath and was praised as "an unprecedented national hero" and a "warrior" and "fighter" of scholars.
Throughout ancient and modern times, celebrities should be scholar-like, benevolent and loving; Self-improvement, the spirit of respecting morality and carrying things, giving up one's life for righteousness, and giving up one's own personality. I want to learn from these scholars and aspire to be a real taxi. The charm of celebrities lies in the spirit of such scholars, and pursuing the character of celebrities is my choice without regret. Scholars, worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later!
Hey, I'm a scholar. Who are we going home with?
A sky full of books
Yangzhou examinee
Under the scholarly sky, I appreciate the detachment of "watching flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, looking up at the sky and watching the clouds"; Feel the atmosphere of "life is like a dream, a bottle is still in January"; I imagine the desolation of "everything is wrong, everything is done, tears flow first"; You can also taste the beauty of "the shadow is shallow and the fragrance floats on the moon"; I can better understand the confidence that one day I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight and cross the deep sea! Under the scholarly sky, I know the meaning and value of life, and I gradually understand that our world is a space where truth, goodness, beauty and falsehood and ugliness constantly struggle, but I am also more convinced that the shining beauty of human nature is the eternal glory in the universe.
My mother was the first to knock on the door of "book fragrance". My mother taught me to recite Tang poems, recite lyrics and tell me stories. The most beautiful picture of my childhood is that my mother took my hand and strolled by the Slender West Lake with "two orioles singing green willows and a row of egrets flying to the sky"; The most unforgettable sentence is that when my mother was telling the story of the mermaid princess, the mermaid princess finally turned into a bubble and disappeared into the vast sea. My mother looked at my tearful eyes and said, "The mermaid princess always wanted to be human, but she didn't know that when she gave up her life for the happiness of others, she was already the most beautiful person."
It was several years ago that I entered the "scholarly family". I gave up a lot of playing time and chose reading. What I have been reluctant to part with is Dai Yu's funeral lyrics, "Flowers fade all over the sky, who pity red and sell incense"; I can't forget Tess's gentleness and Sanmao's delicacy. I can't get over the ending of Home, Spring and Autumn ... When I went to Qinhuai River with my mother, I seemed to see Qinhuai River in the shadow of the paddle lamp written by Zhu Ziqing. Is the thick green accumulated in the history of the Six Dynasties condensed by the gold powder of the Six Dynasties? I often wonder whether there is a poet singing "Gently, I am leaving as I am coming" in the gentle waves of Cambridge University ... and a strong woman trying to describe her "dream house" in the Sahara desert? ...
I finally walked under the sky of scholars. I believe that as long as I persist, I will paint a better world with my pen.
The sky given to me by the times
Yangzhou examinee
Birds can fly in the blue sky, small fish can swim in the sea and horses can run on the grassland. What about me? ……
I fell asleep in a daze with questions, and I felt as if someone was tapping me in the twilight. I rubbed my confused eyes and a man in a gown stood in front of me. "Isn't this Kong Yiji?" I couldn't help crying, and he nodded. I asked curiously, "Didn't you already ..." Kong Yiji sighed and said a little sadly, "I died and was killed by those indifferent people. This is also my own pedantry. Fortunately, Duke Zhou took me in and didn't make me look like a lonely ghost. " Kong Yiji asked about me when he finished his story. I looked down shyly and said, "Actually, I was thinking about a problem." "What's the problem?" Kong Yiji asked curiously. "My sky." I blurted it out.
"The sky?" Kong Yiji's eyes dimmed again. "'my sky'? Unfortunately, I don't have my own sky! I fell out of Sun Shan in the stereotyped writing examination room. In that society, I didn't have my own sky, and because I wore a gown, those short-sleeved gangs were also out of place with me. How can I have my own sky? "
After listening to Kong Yiji's lament, I can't help thinking about how vast my sky is in today's society. My thoughts gushed out like a spring. I patted Kong Yiji on the shoulder to comfort him and told him about my sky. "School is my sky, where I can display my talents to the maximum extent. I have the opportunity to stand in front of the podium and openly run for the brigade Committee, and I can also strive for an ideal ranking in the examination room. I can not only proudly express my views in the school weekly, but also show the heroic attitude of my athletes on the sports ground. How vast my sky is. I can continue to pursue and struggle in the vast sky to achieve success and joy. "
Kong Yiji listened to my heartfelt words, looked at me with envy and said, "If only I were in your society! I can also have my own sky, and I can also show myself in this vast sky and fight for a better life! "
Kong Yiji shook his head and left. When I woke up from my dream, I couldn't help feeling deeply.
My "C" sky
Yangzhou examinee
What is "C"? C means "computer". The computer is my sky. During the flight, it really made me happy and worried.
My obsidian is full of heaven, potbellied and a little gentlemanly. When I first met, I was honest and meticulous; However, since the last warning box, the disaster continues.
First of all, the DOS list suddenly disappeared, and the whole office was simply cold. The most intolerable thing is that the data on disk D is inexplicably lost, and several games can't be used. A discerning person knows at a glance that he must be infected with the virus. Alas! I am a poor student, and my technology is still a "novice" level. I have borrowed the right to use weapons, so I have no choice but to go into battle with poison. Of course, the spirit is good, but after a few rounds, it was defeated. Where the virus came from is unknown. Anyway, there is a sinister intention in the CD. (alas! "Piracy" kills people! In any case, poison is to be killed. A phone call, my buddy came with anti-virus stars such as "Jinshan", "Rising" and "KV". In an instant, the virus was killed without a trace with a wave of his sword.
There are dark clouds and sunny days in the sky of "C". The greatest advantage of a computer is that it can do things for people. Writing is a painful thing, making drafts, changing left and right, and I don't even know it. Computers help me a lot. Open a "wps" or word, and you can "weed" in the interface. If you are interested, turn on a winnap headset and listen to your favorite star "live singing"; Write a few more lines at will, and pour a cup of coffee or tea if it is wide. Alas! That kind of feeling is not felt at any time.
Holding the mouse, looking at the screen, listening to the sound, flying in the "C" sky, is really a leisurely game, unlimited happiness! I hope there will be computers available in my next life. )
A person's wonderful
Yangzhou examinee
I have always emphasized the independence of personality, and I have a sky of my own. It is my lonely persistence and ordinary firmness all my life, and it is the beauty that belongs only to me.
Once, because of the depression of life, my thoughts were almost anesthetized, but also because of it, I was almost awakened by the anesthetized thoughts, so I had the love of my life-literature.
Maybe Witsey is right. China people can never reach the center of thought and emotion, but only wander on the edge of thought and emotion. Yes, I can't answer its wonderful words at all, but it at least pulled me from the edge of darkness to the bright world and held up the starting point of my rebirth. It took me to see all the beautiful things in the world: sometimes playing on the Guo Hua Mountain where waterfalls fly; Sometimes I live in Paul's road construction team and the environment is not good; Sometimes wandering in the water margin with many brave people; Sometimes wandering in the grand view garden of emotional entanglements; Sometimes I think in the dark and humid Notre Dame de Paris. ...
I have seen all the wonderful things, my thoughts have matured a lot, and I have accepted the helplessness and failure of reality. This just know, this is called wonderful. Living under this sky seems a bit lively. I no longer crave the darkness of the night, marvel at the splendor of the rising sun, and look forward to the romance of cherry blossoms. I learned to use words to carry my thoughts and use words to drive away my loneliness.
I once wrote such a passage: indifference is my only expression, loneliness is my destiny in this life, and I am an ice that refuses to melt. However, I was melted by the winter sunshine under this sky, and I have dissolved into literature. I have also asked myself in countless late nights: "Do I have to be so wonderful?" The answer is unconditional yes.
Under my sky, it is not just the common name of literature. In my heart, it has always been a paradise for my soul, a most intense beauty.
My father propped up a blue sky for me.
Yangzhou examinee
The audience applauded for a long time, standing on the podium and holding the calligraphy award certificate, I was very excited, but at this time I want to say to my father: "Thank you, my dear father!" " "
I have been a naughty child since I was a child. When I am free, I either catch cicadas in the trees or go fishing for shrimps in the river. Bored, I couldn't help drawing a few little people on my father's paper. In order to cultivate my "concentration", my father asked me to grasp the writing brush, but it has been eight years since this grasp.
With my father's help, I won three first places and one second place in the district competition. I can't help feeling smug in my heart: "Dad, don't let me take part in any competition in the future. As soon as I went out, I went home first. " My father smiled and took me to visit the juvenile painting and calligraphy exhibition held in the province. Only when I saw the exquisite calligraphy works on the wall did I understand what a frog in a well is. My father showed me one by one. Some words are magnificent, some are fresh and elegant, some are like tall and straight mountains and turbulent seas, and some are like mountain streams, which are memorable. Father smiled and asked, "What's the matter?" I clenched my father's hand: "Dad, go home and put pen and ink aside, I won't be left behind!" " "The father smiled softly again.
"When you start writing, you are practicing calligraphy", which is what my father often teaches me. The summer sun is like fire, but I am beside the square, splashing ink. My father also gave up the electric fan and air conditioner, and carefully guided me at the table: "It is necessary to practice calligraphy with your heart, so that you can make progress!" The winter wind is biting, and my father always stands by me to help me wash my pen, but forgets the frostbite on my hands. Every time I write, he always reminds me: "Be like this word, be steady and square." I know my father's heart.
This time, I won the prize in the provincial calligraphy exchange competition. My father looked at me from the audience with a kind smile on his face.
Thanks to my dear father, he brewed this rich fragrance of pen and ink for me and propped up this blue sky for me.
My sky is normal.
Yangzhou examinee
The river flows quietly, quietly …
The Chinese rose in front of the door is blooming desperately, as if to burst the bud.
There are flowers and grass in the yard, round and strong, and the yard is clean.
This is my home, ordinary and quiet.
My family is like this, so are my parents, ordinary and honest.
Mom and dad are my guides on the journey of life.
When I have nothing to do, I always like to put a small stool in the yard, sit on it, take a book, enjoy flowers in the yard, wander in the book, and blend in with the author's thoughts. My father cooks in the kitchen and my mother washes clothes in front of the door. All this is so harmonious and beautiful. When eating, my parents always like to ask me about my school and encourage me to study hard. Everything is so ordinary and calm.
When other students are upset that their parents forbid watching TV, I'm not worried at all, because my parents understand and care about me, and they never stop me from watching TV, because they know that I won't get tired when I play.
On the contrary, they will encourage me to watch TV. Both mom and dad like the host Wang. The program hosted by Wang is colorful, lively and interesting, and the questions raised in the program are very helpful to my study. So every program, my parents accompany me to watch, let me write down some topics that are beneficial to my study; Sometimes when I am not at home, my parents will help me write down the questions, and they will test me when I go home. This has enriched my knowledge of history and geography. Everything is so meaningful.
The senior high school entrance examination is coming, and many parents come to the school to ask the class teacher about their children's study, because I know my parents, they won't come, and they are busy with work.
But one day I changed my mind. Inadvertently, I saw the head teacher and two familiar figures talking in the distance. I recognize them as my parents. ...
Everything is so selfless.
My parents are my guides on the journey of life. They created a blue sky for me and let me fly freely.
A person's wonderful
Yangzhou examinee
I have always emphasized the independence of personality, and I have a sky of my own. It is my lonely persistence and ordinary firmness all my life, and it is the beauty that belongs only to me.
Once, because of the depression of life, my thoughts were almost anesthetized, but also because of it, I was almost awakened by the anesthetized thoughts, so I had the love of my life-literature.
Maybe Witsey is right. China people can never reach the center of thought and emotion, but only wander on the edge of thought and emotion. Yes, I can't answer its wonderful words at all, but it at least pulled me from the edge of darkness to the bright world and held up the starting point of my rebirth. It took me to see all the beautiful things in the world: sometimes playing on the Guo Hua Mountain where waterfalls fly; Sometimes I live in Paul's road construction team and the environment is not good; Sometimes wandering in the water margin with many brave people; Sometimes wandering in the grand view garden of emotional entanglements; Sometimes I think in the dark and humid Notre Dame de Paris. ...
I have seen all the wonderful things, my thoughts have matured a lot, and I have accepted the helplessness and failure of reality. This just know, this is called wonderful. Living under this sky seems a bit lively. I no longer crave the darkness of the night, marvel at the splendor of the rising sun, and look forward to the romance of cherry blossoms. I learned to use words to carry my thoughts and use words to drive away my loneliness.
I once wrote such a passage: indifference is my only expression, loneliness is my destiny in this life, and I am an ice that refuses to melt. However, I was melted by the winter sunshine under this sky, and I have dissolved into literature. I have also asked myself in countless late nights: "Do I have to be so wonderful?" The answer is unconditional yes.
Under my sky, it is not just the common name of literature. In my heart, it has always been a paradise for my soul, a most intense beauty.