Everyone is an angel. When they make mistakes, they will be assigned by God to different families on earth to perform different responsibilities.
Thankfully, God is fair. After angels came to earth, he decided to give every angel a chance to fly freely in the sky again and fly to that sacred place-"heaven".
Yes, God gave every angel who fell to earth a pair of wings, which are invisible wings.
Ordinary me, once had a pair of "invisible wings" that took me to my "heaven".
When I was young, I knew I had a pair of invisible wings.
Those wings always bring me hope when I wander on the edge of loneliness and despair. When I cry, those wings always teach me to be strong.
Little me, ignorant of me, often think that these invisible wings, like the wings of birds, can take me high and fly to that desirable heaven. Make a wish to the stars, make a dream to the sun, dance with the clouds and sing with the birds.
When I grow up, I believe I have invisible wings.
When I am bound, those wings always take me to a realm where my thoughts can soar. When I am bound to pursue my dreams, those wings always make me stand up again.
Now, I planted a dream seed in the orchard, watered it day and night, and cultivated it carefully. And my wings, it seems, are slowly disappearing.
Perhaps, when God said that he would give every mortal angel a pair of "invisible wings" and let them fly to the "heaven" they yearned for, his real intention was to let the angels work hard to realize their dreams and reach the paradise they dreamed of. And I also believe that I will fly to the paradise of my dreams and get rich results.
Believe it! You always have invisible wings!
Believe it! Your dream heaven is just ahead!
Believe it! The light of heaven is gathered because of you!
It seems that human beings are born with a skill to divide things, especially themselves. This division skill is reflected in all aspects: age, gender, work, money, power and education level ... Now the post-90 s are divided by age.
Originally, the word "post-90 s" did not have any praise or criticism. After 90, 80, 70, and after the founding of the People's Republic of China, we have built various age groups since the founding of the People's Republic of China. But now what you see on the Internet, on TV and in newspapers … are almost all negative reports about the post-90s generation.
In these reports, the post-90s generation is selfish, narrow-minded, perverse and rebellious. Popular videos of students beating their classmates on the Internet all show them. In TV dramas, no matter whether their parents are tired or not, they all want this or that, even those "non-mainstream" who wear smoky makeup all day to make their hair look like a bomb. So after 1990, it became synonymous with irresponsibility, selfishness, lack of progress and even decadence.
No matter how truly these things reflect the post-90s generation, I am thinking of our post-80s year. If I remember correctly, the word "little emperor" was specially tailored for us at that time. When the post-80s generation just started to grow up, such words were flying all over the sky. What "Little Emperor", "Little Sun" and "Little Ancestor" ... Our parents seem to be quite dissatisfied with our growth after the founding of the People's Republic of China, but no matter how dissatisfied they are and how the society accuses us, we still become the new force and reserve team of this society.
Just like people born after the 1970s and 1960s, they experienced the Cultural Revolution, "scarred" themselves, "angered" others, reflected on society, and were scolded by people before and after the founding of the People's Republic of China. Isn't it the same? Aren't they still the mainstream force in society now?
I think these reports about the post-90s generation are true, but they are all one-sided. Many factors produced by an era will create people of an era. Just as the reform and opening up created the post-80s, the scar literature created the post-70s and post-60s, and the Cultural Revolution created post-People's Republic of China (PRC). Now this information society, post-industrial society, will also create a generation after 90. And in a few years, these post-90s will also become the mainstream and backbone of society. It is a historical necessity and a general law of the development of things that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead.
I think now, at least now, it is difficult for us to see how many alarmist elements are in these reports, but one thing is certain. With the growth of the post-90s generation, they are about to enter the society, and now the widespread concern of the society for them means that they hate iron to produce. No matter whether this hatred is heavy or light, whether it is more or less, it is something to be thankful for. Because without it, our nation cannot reflect; Without it, our country cannot progress; Without it, the post-90 s and post-2000 s will not be able to cope with the burden of rejuvenation.
But whether I say post-90s, you say post-90s, or he says post-90s. Who said that? It doesn't really matter. The old past has become history, and the new arrival is responsible for tomorrow. Whether you like it or not, whether you say it or not, this society is always making progress.
3. An excellent volume 1]
China's wisdom of harmony but difference.
At the calligraphy exhibition in the museum, I was shocked by the fascinating exhibits and was at a loss for a moment. Suddenly, a work came into view. Its words look crooked, but on the whole, it has a different taste. It is beautiful in form and spirit. I'm a little shocked.
"That's what Zheng Xie said." A deep voice. I turned my head, and it was a smiling grandfather.
I can't help but sigh: "This word is so beautiful. Although it doesn't look like Liu Tiou's orthodoxy, it doesn't hinder its unique and integrated beauty. It really deserves to be the masterpiece of Zheng Banqiao, the head of Yangzhou Eight eccentrics. "
The old man smiled and said, "This is China's great wisdom of harmony but difference. You can see it from a small pair of calligraphy. Every word is crooked, it doesn't look beautiful, but it is very inclusive and contains the energy of everything. "
"This is a concrete sense of great harmony, that is, accommodating all different harmony," I said. "This kind of harmony does not insist on the identity of all things, but beauty is in name and beauty is in reality."
The old man nodded and pointed to the work in front of him: "Look, Banqiao's handwriting is written in official script, not official script, and so is China's wisdom." It has never had a specific paradigm, and there is no unified demand. The ancients let their wisdom walk in front of us, let us have a glimpse, absorb and coexist various cultures and elements, and finally reach a harmonious state. Look at every masterpiece handed down in front of you. Every painting has its own special charm, even if it is not like a Banqiao, it is not ancient and is born out of the most primitive spirit. "He suddenly stopped and laughed." Perhaps this energy is given by Cang Xie's characterization. "
On reflection, I said, "A gentleman is harmonious but different, and a villain is not harmonious. So should a person. Only by gaining the power of harmony can we turn words with strong personality into one. Harmony is different, it is different, no, it must be different. Only in this way can we not be willful, not confined to our own narrow space, not seeing everything, and not having the tolerance to feel it. "
"So some people say that Zheng Xie's calligraphy is indispensable and cannot have both." The old man replied, "He's the only one. That's the difference." Look at those famous people: Jin Nong, Badashanren, Zhang Xu. They are wild and restrained, energetic and feminine. They seem to have such distinct personalities, but in fact they are all footprints in the history of China's calligraphy. China culture embraces these unique beings with its unique attitude. "
"Harmony is different. I have never thought so seriously about the wisdom hidden in such a painting. " I said with emotion.
The old man patted me on the shoulder: "China's wisdom has never been illusory, it has already penetrated into everything." Take a good look. "
I am immersed in the alternation of black and white. I return to absolute being, turned to look at it again. The old man has disappeared.
[Comment] This year's college entrance examination composition seems to be a traditional material composition, but the stylistic requirement is only four words: "Except poetry." Therefore, it is not excluded that other styles besides argumentative writing, such as this imaginary composition, are a successful example. In addition, the advantages of this paper are quite obvious. First of all, the topic is unusual: "China's wisdom of harmony but difference." Secondly, the dialogue between "I" and "the old man" well corresponds to the dialogue between today's culture and China's traditional culture. Furthermore, Zheng Banqiao's calligraphy art was promoted to the height of "all kinds of elements absorbed and coexisted in it, and finally reached a harmonious realm". After reading this article, I have to admire the author's relaxed attitude and galloping imagination under the tense examination state.
[An excellent second volume]
Inheritance and innovation
"Banqiao body" looks like a single zigzag, but the overall feeling is patchwork and unique. If someone envies Zheng Banqiao's achievements and wants to be famous by imitating his style, he is doomed to a dead end. Because some people say that this kind of work is "indispensable and cannot have two." To say "indispensable" is to affirm the unique artistic value and immortal artistic status of "Banqiao style"; Saying "you can't have both" reveals the truth in artistic creation. As Jia Pingwa said to her little sister in the letter, "For a master, you can only learn, not imitate."
The birth of other artistic styles such as "Banqiao School" and "Yangzhou Eight Eccentrics" has its unique historical background and significance. In the Qing Dynasty, which suppressed the development of talents and destroyed the nature of talents, the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou expressed their personality ideals and noble sentiments with an artistic style that did not conform to the secular aesthetic standards, which was the pursuit of freedom and the contempt and struggle for the dignitaries. It can be said that "Banqiao Style" is a symbol of spiritual freedom, which is also the charm of Zheng Banqiao's works. If future generations imitate the "Banqiao style", they can only have its shape without its spirit. Of course, there can't be two such works. However, many people do not believe in this principle. When literature and fashion are linked together, it seems that literary creation can be industrialized, and writers can also produce in batches according to the same model. In the bookstore, mystery novels occupy the best-seller shelf for a while and philosophy is popular for a while. Patterns are always being refurbished, but most of them are the same. Although those books sold well for a while, they were soon forgotten in the corner, covered with dust and cobwebs. Marx said: "All values are ultimately only time. Time will filter out all works that follow the trend, leaving only one or several works that reflect the spirit of the times and pay attention to human beings and life. "
So, should we stop learning other people's works? Of course not. Those superficial works that drift with the tide, it is precisely because of the lack of inheritance and research on culture and art, will not paint a tiger as a nuisance and fall into the stereotype. Therefore, inheritance is the foundation of cultural survival and development, while innovation injects a steady stream of vitality into it.
It is not only artistic creation, but also inheritance and innovation in many aspects of life and production practice. After the reform and opening up, China has had frequent scientific and cultural exchanges with the outside world, and has learned many successful experiences and tasted the sweetness. But now, China's innovation strength is relatively weak. A few days ago, Wen Wei Po said that Shanghai's service industry management copied the manufacturing management model, which hindered the service industry from dancing. Here, the management mode of the manufacturing industry is also "indispensable, and there can be no two". Only flexible innovation can make a breakthrough.
No matter what industry you are engaged in, you should learn from the successful experience of others, fully understand your own characteristics, choose the right development direction and be brave in innovation. Paying equal attention to inheritance and innovation is the foundation of the development of science and technology, literature and art.
[Comment] "Inheritance and innovation" is a refined view after grasping the whole material, which is very consistent with the meaning of the question. While most candidates only talk about "inheritance and innovation" superficially, the author of this paper accurately found the breakthrough he needed, that is, the birth of other artistic styles such as "Banqiao Style" and "Yangzhou Eight Eccentrics", which has its unique historical background and significance. He saw the pursuit of art and freedom beyond ordinary people hidden behind the "Banqiao style". This is very valuable.
Of course, this article also has an obvious weakness, that is, "inheritance and innovation." The article should dialectically demonstrate and think about these two concepts, but the author of this article seems to have forgotten this most basic point.
4. Me and the Story (1)
The protagonist of the story is me when I was young and him when I was young. I remember laughing that day with a sense of embarrassment. Behind these three or two days are eight years of memories. This story is called seeking.
In the first grade, he and I were deskmates, a naughty boy. And I am a good girl in the eyes of teachers. After the first exam, I told my teacher that I didn't want to sit with him. I wanted to change my position. So, we broke up for the first time. Since then, the intersection between our study and life seems to be less and less. I don't know if this is the beginning of the search. It has been a story for eight years.
The world is so humorous. We all went to the same high school in a city that is not too big or too small, but we don't know each other. If we hadn't met by chance during the military training in August, maybe we would have known each other long ago. Sweat-stained white shirts and tanned skin make everyone look the same. Only that kind of eyes is the most unique expression of people. 8 1 is his birthday. Spent in the national defense education base.
For three years in high school, we were not in the same class or on the same floor. Occasionally meet on the road, we always smile, and there is always a faint feeling in our hearts. I always feel that he is still the naughty child of that year and will always be the naughty child who cooperates with him. Sometimes there will be exaggerated movements, exaggerated volume and exaggerated shouting. This is the exaggerated and isolated innocence of two children. One day, he was in Grade Two, and I was still in Grade Three. One day, he was a senior in high school, and I stepped on the foot of senior three. He said, this is me waiting for him to go to college together. I said that it was his lingering boy who made me go through the cycle of life again painfully.
However, we got separated in the vast sea of people. In the bustling world of mortals, flowers bloom and fall. Count your memories in the dark. After knowing each other for six years, we separated. Suddenly we found that we didn't have a phone number, so we got separated. I thought that in this vast world, we were separated, and the chance of meeting again was slim. Even if we stand at the origin again, we may go in different directions and not see the light in each other's sight. Looking for the protagonist of the story, the children eight years ago are all grown up now.
One day in September, I left my old high school, went to many places to attend classes, and disappeared from my old place where I lived and studied, without telling anyone except my family. He can't find me. One day in 65438 10, he went to England and then disappeared. Occasionally, I will ask my mother where the boy holding a magnifying glass to roast ants is, compare his height from ten to twenty, and go to barbecue together. However, not only mom, but everyone doesn't know the answer.
When we disappeared for nearly a year, we magically found each other. Continue to stay in the conversation of teenagers, stay in the topic of mutual anger and suppression, and continue the story of one build and one build. Eight years have passed, and the story of this search has come to an end. Finding each other, is it just now, is it just a story, is it just a fragment of a star that suddenly fell to the ground, and I just picked up a small ray of light.
Looking for a story for eight years, is it just beginning now?
Me and the story (2)
When I was a child, stories were beautiful and desirable. We are used to sleeping in our mother's gentle voice and searching in dark and sweet dreams. The story of childhood is a hopeless pursuit, an extraordinary experience and a unique legend. We pursue its existence and doubt its existence. In old age, stories are memories of the past, and we cry for them and laugh for them.
Something that never happened.
The story never happened. It uses an almost illusory beauty and a nearly perfect happiness to build a beautiful hope for one human being after another.
We once caught a glimpse of an anticlimactic woman struggling to lift the sky-mending stone in the magnificent Goddess of Mending Heaven, illuminating the boundless land with maternal brilliance; We once saw a beautiful bird persistently throwing stones into the boundless sea, and wrote a legendary ballad with perseverance and persistence ... We were intoxicated by the story and felt it. We are immersed in the mysterious beauty of the story, feeling strange and wonderful that we have never experienced before.
This story bears the interpretation and description of a nation's national spirit. Our ancestors passed down from generation to generation. Although they have gone through thousands of years, they are still being passed down. It is not just a story, something that has never happened, but a spirit, a spiritual revelation. When we were still an ignorant child, the story was an ancient song that inspired us. It is printed in every child's mind, allowing them to plug in the wings of imagination and roam in the story, thus completing a relay of national spirit.
The story is unprecedented, and it conveys the national spirit that has never been extinguished for thousands of years.
Dead things
This story is out of date. It stays in the past, in someone's memory, leaving perhaps a happy smile or tears of regret.
Time is a naughty child and an old man. When it rushes forward, it constructs a beautiful or painful story. When it moves forward slowly, it makes people look back at those dead things again and again.
Maybe it's your story that you experienced. Like a significant exam, like an unforgettable failure, like a wonderful party. These stories constitute the life of each of us, making our life like a flowering tree, full and substantial.
It may be someone else's scenery, a story belonging to someone else. It is Confucius's "It's a pleasure to have friends from afar", Li Bai's "Take my shadow and make us three", Du Fu's "Petals fall like tears, lonely birds sing plaintively" and Chairman Mao's "Wumeng walks the mud ball and crosses the frozen place of the iron bridge". We browse these different landscapes that we can't participate in, or sigh or cry, or be happy or sad.
The dead let us know that time flies, let us learn to cherish, let us learn to tolerate, let us learn to guard against and let us learn a lot.
A story is a story.
This story is my story, my beauty and my sadness. Whether it's someone else's or fiction, whether it's my own or grandparents', it makes me grow up, makes me sad and happy, and it will eventually leave a mark on my life. How many right and wrong in the story, and how many right and wrong in the story; The things in the story are yes or no, and the things in the story are no or no; Things in the story may be true, and things in the story may never happen; In fact, the story is already a story, the story is a story, and the story has become my story. ...
Me and the story (3)
Maybe it's a string of words, maybe it's a sigh of onomatopoeia, simple, but it contains something extraordinary. This is the story, one's own and others', connected in series into chapter after chapter, becoming a part of the years.
When reading a story, I always hope to have a good beginning. It comes from a cry in my life, just like nature. This is the first sentence of the story, which has touched my heart. It gives off dazzling light and warms everyone around us. Women call mom and men call dad. Their eyes began to have a layer of color called tenderness, with sweet smiles and fresh tears to meet the touch of life. It is this story, bearing countless hopes and blessings, that came to my life and led to the next unknown paragraph in a beautiful form.
When reading a story, I always hope that there will be a rich process with twists and turns, and then I will meet with laughter, so that people will remember the wonderful. In the story, different characters begin to interpret different plots, such as the clay figurine pinched in the backyard when I was a child, the first partner I met in kindergarten, the gentle head teacher in primary school, and even a butterfly that occasionally stays by the window. In the novel, I kept repeating parting and reunion, laughter and tears. They are translated into words, reflected in this story, and then let me read this story and trace my memories repeatedly between my tears until the paper becomes wet.
Just like the same endless river, it runs forward day and night, but it can't stop the sediment from settling on the riverbed and rising layer by layer. What is hidden in it, no one cares. It was not until one day that I accidentally opened it that I found it was an irreplaceable treasure. Read this story, walk from memory, and then go to the unknown.
When reading a story, I always expect a perfect ending: maybe it is a sea, maybe it is a glow, so calm that people expect it; Perhaps, before we arrive, there are countless bumps, but as long as we face it, we can make people cut through thorns and pursue a happy ending. Don't stop, it has become the eternal purpose of this story.
Looking at such a story, my story, has a good beginning and a rich process. Now, it is still in an orderly way. It is closely related to me, and I only hope that one day it will have a perfect ending.