From the moment I saw him, I knew that the fate of a girl playing yarn would be rewritten. So, without too much language, I went with him; Without much persuasion, I threw myself into another man's arms for someone he was loyal to. I know that even if it is not for him, but for the people of Yue, I should go this way, but because of him, I can go so calmly and resolutely. Without any resistance or complaint, I stepped into Gusutai.
Because he is, and I am Yi Guang and Shi. One is a wise counselor, and the other is a beauty among absolute beauties. Two people at the wrong time, wrong place, and wrong acquaintance are doomed to leave in another way. My edges and corners will be smoothed away because of him, and my personality will be hidden because of him.
The first time I saw Focha, who is no longer young but lustful, I almost ran out of the door because of my personality in my bones. But at that moment, I remembered that I could no longer have my own personality. For the people of Yue, for him, my personality must be buried in the depths of my memory together with my intelligence. Even when I saw the glib "Ai" vilifying Fu Cha, and even when I saw the loyal minister Wu Zixu sentenced to death, I still didn't dig them out of my memory, not because I couldn't, but because I didn't dare. I can only be a charming flower on the side, that's all. Because I can't interfere in internal affairs, I can't say anything wrong. Because there is a leisurely monarch, Wu will die faster, so I can only choose silence and keep silent about my conscience.
Every day, I will still try my best to show what I learned in Vietnam to Focha and make him fascinated with me. Although I know it is not difficult to do this with my beauty, I want to tell myself that I am still useful in this world, not a walking corpse or a puppet. So, gradually, I conquered him with my beauty and understanding. Since then, the king has never made an early appearance, and I have changed from a humble enemy to a princess admired and flattered by everyone. My smile is so charming that everyone is fascinated by it, ignoring my dry eyes and the silence hidden in my heart.
So I became Wu Hou in this silence, enjoying Fu Cha's kindness to me in this silence, and finally watching Fu Cha die in this silence.
Finally, I am as free as a released prisoner bird! But because of the bondage for too long, my wings became so heavy-just like my heart. I wonder, didn't I suppress myself for so long just for today? But why is my heart like a thousand-year-old rock, unable to breathe? I rescued the people of one country from the hot water, but pushed the people of another country into the fire pit; I sent an arrogant monarch into the trap of death, but I created another king that I despised even more!
He seems to have anticipated such an ending, so he chose to leave. And I can only stay and fly from one cage to another, and the freedom in the middle can't make me happy at all. I even watched Wu Zixu, whose style of writing I respected as my brother, become Yue, but there was nothing I could do.
If Wu Zixu died and I hid my personality, then Wen's death means that I lost my personality after years of hiding, just like a bird that has been trapped for many years and never knows how to fly.
I suddenly feel sorry for myself. When did I become a person without personality?
So, I decided to be crazy again and have my own personality for the last time while I still have the concept of "personality".
Finally, I also left. No one knows the way to leave, so all kinds of stories spread: some people say that I chose death as my final destination, and some people say that I fled to the mountains and forests with him to be a fairy couple. ...
In fact, it doesn't matter what way I choose to leave. I left only because I was tired. I only left because I miss the past, and I want her back ... as for the rest, let it go with the wind.
Third-grade writer's second composition "My Grandma"
My grandmother is 58 years old this year. She is of medium height and always likes to wear a brown coat and a green apron around her waist. Those wrinkled eyes. Whenever she smiles, she smiles from ear to ear. At this time, you can see that there are only a few "guards" left in her mouth-front teeth. My grandmother is a lovely nag. Once she nags, she never stops. Grandma's nagging is accompanied by growth, but I still like her nagging.
Although grandma likes nagging, I never hate her. Once, grandma went out shopping and came back a little late. At home, grandpa said a few words to grandma, and grandma took pains to start chanting. It's too tired to go shopping today!
There was another traffic jam on the road, and I finally bought so many things. You didn't help me, but I'm exhausted from making this old woman do so many things. Now that I am old, I can't do anything well. I came back late today. I wanted to come back for a hot meal, but you didn't do anything. I have to do it myself. The whole family let me do everything. I don't know if I will be tired one day!
At this time, my sister came back from school with her schoolbag on her back. I did my homework for a while and clamored to watch TV. Grandpa didn't allow me, and grandma came out to help me: "Son, you should focus on your study!" " "You are only grade three, and you have to go to junior high school, high school and university. There is still a long way to go! What should I do if I don't study hard and have no knowledge and can't go to college when I grow up?
Nowadays, college students never watch TV. No wonder people study so well. Finish your homework, read books, review your lessons, do exercises, study hard, and then learn TV, do you hear? My sister had already blocked her ears tightly, and when she saw that grandma was gone, she took out the cotton stuffed inside and said, "What an old horse!" " "
Grandma started nagging again when she heard this sentence. If you don't listen to grandma, you are not a good boy. There is some truth in what your Excellency said. You should listen to adults. After listening, my sister had to bury her head in the pile of books reluctantly and continue her study.
Advice when most needed is least heeded. Grandma is a little nagging, but that nagging poured her feelings for us. I hope grandma's "nagging" can accompany me all my life!
When I open the floodgate of memory, I can't help but feel a little warmth when I think of you and me sitting together.
You are a helpful and considerate girl. In your world, there are no worries, only happiness, only smiles. You always face life with a smile. On that day, the students in the class accidentally broke a window, sweating profusely, thinking of tears and unwillingly flowing down. At this moment, you are sitting in your seat doing your homework and witnessing what just happened. Of course you didn't hesitate to stand up and take the fall for her. Later, you were taken to the office by the teacher and scolded. Afterwards, I was scolded by my parents for another hour. I asked you if you regretted it? To my surprise, you told me that you had no regrets. I asked you why, and you said, "Since others are afraid of being punished, I will help her get rid of this crime." You're right. Tell me, is my friend stupid?
Your wise words are: knowledge creates wealth, and wisdom changes fate. You have always believed that knowledge is a great wealth and wisdom can determine a person's future. You divide people into two categories: smart and stupid. You think that a wise man is a knowledgeable person who constantly pursues the highest level of knowledge; A fool is a person who doesn't know the so-called, takes study as a joke, only cares about leisure and ignores the future. You've been fighting for the wise.
Three years of classmates, three years of feelings, three years of friendship and three years of fighting have forged our feelings and friendship.
My friend, our feelings have not decreased, but have increased a lot. I still remember the introduction on the first day we met. We all introduced ourselves shyly and looked at each other in a friendly way. We have been reluctant to part for a long time, so we welcomed one classmate after another and sent one classmate away. After three years of getting along, we helped each other from grade one to grade three, became big brothers and big sisters, and became role models for others.
Students, our grades are rising. We are all growing up and helping each other. Our friends and thoughts are growing and our hearts are slowly changing.
Classmate, for three years, we have all gone through ups and downs, and we have all helped each other through ups and downs.
Friends, when we are lonely, our first thought is friends. Only friends can comfort you and listen to you sincerely. Friends, we will always be together and help each other forever.
Classmate, there are still two months and 87 days. Come on, come on, let's go hand in hand in the last few days and leave the deepest impression on each other.
The third grade writer's composition, the fifth article, "My Dear Grandpa"
My grandfather is the boss of our family, and all of us have to listen to him. He usually looks serious, but when he talks, it's like running water. He always meticulously finds out our common little faults and then starts to talk about them. In the face of his reprimand, we have no room to answer back.
Usually, he spends enough time in teaching to finish a wonderful ball game. Not only that, the sentences in his words are all repetitive, even the intonation is the same, which makes our ears cocoon, and I'm afraid even the cows are impatient. However, he felt that it was not enough "enough" and still vividly "published" his long speech. "You, why can't you ..." Listen, I want to know who he's picking on.
Although he nags at ordinary times, at the critical moment, he is just a few words, absolutely warm-hearted. I remember once, I was reading a novel upstairs, and suddenly I heard a violent knock at the door downstairs, and then I heard a hurried footstep. I hurried downstairs and hid behind the corridor to peek. I saw that grandma Zhang, who had always been arrogant, picked on our family and made the neighborhood tense, suddenly came to see me.
She said intermittently, "Shao ... Master Shao, can you ... can you lend me some money? My brother, he ... had a car accident and was in a hurry to use the money. " With that, her face was ashamed, and the usual contemptuous expression disappeared, leaving only that pathetic look and anxious expression. I thought to myself: absolutely not, who told her to always give us a hard time on weekdays.
I can't help but see grandpa's frown. I thought: Grandpa will definitely ... this time. Before I finished thinking, my grandfather said something that almost stumped me: "Come on, how much is it?" "5,000." Grandma Zhang replied as if she had seen a savior.
I quickly jumped out and shouted at my grandfather, "Don't lend it to her. She always looks down on us on weekdays, but she comes to us at the critical moment. This 5000 yuan is the money you earned as a carpenter for half a year. Don't lend it to her ... "But Grandpa turned a deaf ear to what I said, and he wouldn't listen no matter how I called him.
He went straight to the room and took out a stack of money that he "begged grandpa to sue grandma". He asked for it many times and finally got it last night. He said, "Here is 5000 yuan, take it." Grandma Zhang thanked her very gratefully and left soon. I flew into the room in anger and repeated, "What will you do if grandma comes back to quarrel with you?" When I saw my grandmother in the distance, I decided to be a girl with a sharp mouth.
When grandma learned about it, she threw down a load of leek buds, yelled at her fat voice and went straight to grandma Zhang's house to ask for money. Grandpa hugged grandma desperately, and no matter how hard grandma hit him, she didn't fight back. I was so scared that I hid in my room and closed the door tightly, for fear that grandma would blame me for being useless and grandpa would hit me.
I don't know how long it took, but nothing happened downstairs. I hurried downstairs. Unexpectedly, my grandmother calmly said to me, "It's important to save people,' Saving a life is better than building a seven-level Buddha' …" I was puzzled and thought: How did Grandpa "make Grandma happy"? How did Grandma, who regards money as her life, make a 360-degree turn today?
Afterwards, Grandma Zhang returned the money to Grandpa and specially brought a box of apples as a thank you. I didn't expect grandpa to refuse, and grandma Zhang didn't refuse. She turned around, said a few compliments and left. "Hum! It's really crocodile tears, "I thought bitterly. I ran to grandpa and stared at him angrily without saying a word.
Grandpa reached out and stroked my head. He looked at me with deep eyes: "Jingjing, you are still young, but you should know that helping others when they are in trouble is the most basic truth of being a man ..." Grandpa's earnest words made me suddenly realize. Suddenly, I feel that Grandpa is not wordy, but that Grandpa is the greatest and most respectable person in the world. Since then, grandpa's words have been inspiring me, making me understand how to do things and how to be a man.
I don't know how many times this has happened to grandpa since I was sensible. With the growth of age, grandpa's respectable image is getting higher and higher every day.
She is an unusual person, and this person is my "wonderful sister".
She doesn't play cards according to common sense, but often the result is better than many people; She got home late, but she did her homework for a while before lunch, which was much faster than us. She, as a representative of geography class; But it seems that less time is spent on geography than on other subjects. She is my sister.
She and "Xueba" are small partners, and over time, they naturally become "Xueba". Every time I meet a math problem I don't understand, I will be suddenly enlightened after her guidance; She is the representative of the geography class in her class, and her grades are not empty. She likes geography herself. When we travel, she can accurately tell the local customs and the distribution of ethnic minorities here, as if it were a "geography book". The notes in her book really make me speechless every time I preview. The previous page of the book and the first half of the notes. She not only studies well, but also writes well! Although I remember a lot, at first glance, it is clear-cut and coherent, which can better set off her "clear pronunciation and mellow voice". She is my sister.
It is not that she is not interested in class. .............................................................................................................................................................. insisted on guitar and calligraphy. She is my sister.
I have known her for a long time, and I know her to some extent. Once, I went to her home for dinner and I watched her do her homework. After a while, the "sinful" mobile phone rang untimely. At first glance, the teacher didn't assign homework in time at school, but my aunt's mother thought she was playing with her mobile phone "boot" and I was shocked. I have never seen her like this. Everything I see is cheerful and lively. I only vaguely heard her excuse after we went out. This is her unique hospitality. She is my sister.
It's time to make her name public. Wang Jiaqi, a popular name, has an unpopular achievement: the average level in the Ministry is in the top 20, which is also my goal. Class 5, 20xx, in such an ordinary class, there are many talents, and this achievement is also influenced by good classmates, right?
For her, I describe her like this: a lively, cheerful and knowledgeable sister, who likes learning and has a strong thirst for knowledge.
In my childhood, a tall figure always accompanied me, which made me feel safe. When I was a teenager, there was a dignified face facing me, telling me to take less detours and not to rebel; When I was a child, I had a slightly bent back, reminding me to study hard and not to miss home. This man is always as steady as Mount Tai and says nothing. This mountain is his father. Although he is always serious, there is actually a soft heart hidden under that serious appearance.
I don't know. Do you remember, children? When we were young, my father would throw us into the air and make us laugh. In fact, in the process of throwing one after another, my father shouldered a great responsibility. He threw it carefully and made us laugh at the same time. But we are never afraid, because we know that when we are thrown up, there are always a pair of huge, thick and warm hands to catch us. This is how my father made me happy when I was a child. I will always remember this warm moment.
Later, I grew up and went to school. From the moment my parents led me into the school gate, I cried. I still remember my father kneeling down and saying to me, "Son, why are you crying?" "Dad, it's so strange here. I don't care. I’m going home. I want to go home. " "Son, isn't this the school you always wanted to go to? Look, there are many friends! Don't make people laugh! Listen, I'll pick you up at night. " I don't know why I was so obedient at school. It seems that my father's words are magical. From then on, I got up early and took the initiative to go to school.
In junior high school, my home is far from my school, which is the distance between the southernmost and northernmost part of a city. One summer evening after school in Grade One, suddenly there were dark clouds and thunderstorms, and I just forgot to bring my rain gear. I was sweating, stamping my feet in the rain and waiting for my father. When I watched my father come to pick me up panting in a raincoat, I wanted to complain about him and why he came to pick me up so late, but suddenly I felt as if I was stuck by something, and I was very moved. Dad smiled at me and put on my raincoat. I sat behind my bike and hugged my father's waist to go home together, only to find that my father was so thin, in fact, because he had been working hard. Raindrops hit the body and fell to the ground, as if someone was splashing a basin of water in the sky. Although it is dark and the raindrops are dense, my heart is sweet and warm. Because dad took me on my way.
Children in junior high school are rebellious, even me. I feel very tired after learning knowledge for a day, and I feel very tired when I go home to listen to my mother's nagging. So my mother and I argued many times at the dinner table, sometimes even my father said it together. After that, my mother will go back to her room and cry. After my father comforted her, he advised me, "Son, when you grow up, you should be sensible. Your mother is tired every day. She has to go to work and go home to do housework and cook at night. You have to understand her! " You think you are crying that your mother won, but is this win really a win? Go apologize to your mother and be obedient. "Whenever my father said this, I felt a sense of guilt in my heart, and I would take the initiative to apologize to my mother and cry with her.
My father has no culture, but he writes well and draws well. Father can't make friends, but he is warm and sincere to people and meticulous to his family; My father has no strong body, but he is willing to support this family.
Maybe with the development of the times, he can't keep up with this era, but, father, I will always be your crutch, just like you will always be my safe haven!