? Grandma said it gave birth to four kittens, but only two survived. One was given to the neighbor Lao Lin, who had a noisy dog, and the other was given to the village head Li Nainai. Lao Lin's cat? The black and thin kitten? This is a beautiful cat with big bright green eyes. I turned to look for the old cat and wanted to see such a lovely mother cat up close. I want to find its lovely place. The old cat curled up on the roof, basking in the sun, licking its paws lazily and looking into the distance. A breeze blew, and some annoying cat hairs danced with the wind. Oh, that's disgusting!
? One afternoon, Miss Xia seems to have slipped out for a walk. The old buttonwood tree at the back of the yard opened its shade and even the noisy sparrows stopped calling. The world is strangely quiet.
? "Woof, woof, woof ..." The dog of the Lins next door broke the eerie silence. The loud barking inspired the phoenix tree, awakened the sparrow and attracted me out. The yellow dog is barking at the wet little black cat, and his ferocious face is a little proud. The chain that binds it jingles with its violent shaking. Fortunately, the chain was tied, otherwise the kitten's life would be worrying!
? Along the direction of the sun, the old cat is fighting on the roof, quietly observing the situation here. That serious expression, that domineering posture, and that angry look ... I seem to see a little tension under my locked brow. Look back at the yellow dog, it shines in the sun-the chain is unlocked! With the jump of the yellow dog, a shadow moved silently and slowly.
"Meow-"A meow pierced my eardrum, and I couldn't help frowning slightly and closing my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I found a scar on the corner of the yellow dog's eye and it was still oozing blood. ...
The old cat rubbed the trembling kitten, looked at the yellow dog with whining eyes, jumped on the earth wall lightly and flexibly, and returned to the roof.
The setting sun dyed half the sky red, and the heat of the day slowly subsided in the evening breeze. The chicks on the old phoenix tree are chirping and waiting. The old cat curled up on the roof and looked into the distance. There, is that the village head? Cat hair dancing in the wind seems less annoying.
I stood in the yard and looked up at it quietly. No ridicule, no contempt, no disgust, only respect and love. All mothers should be respected because they will be brave for their children.
I, Aili, look up at the starry sky in the courtyard. The bright moon and stars always evoke my feelings and awaken my memory, like a sleepy lotus flower blown down by an evening breeze. Inadvertently, I looked up at the starry sky and remembered those past events: chatting with friends on the emerald grass, sleeping separately when I was sleepy, and looking up at the sky when I woke up. Until sunset ... now I remember the smile on my lips. Tonight, the moon is big and round, emitting pure and bright white light, which makes people feel warm when it falls on me. The stars on the side are also naughty and keep blinking. They are not only white, but also some of them shine with colorful lights, like festive fireworks, shining in the night sky and blooming in my heart. Suddenly a meteor passed by, and I closed my eyes and had a dream. I smiled at the corner of my mouth again. Lonely and worried, I looked up at the starry sky and remembered those things that made me sad: the coldness and distrust between friends, the alienation of friends before, not saying a word when we met, just smiling at each other and then leaving in a hurry. At that time, although we were close at hand, it seemed as if we were far apart. We didn't do well in the exam and were scolded by our parents ... The moon is still big and round tonight, but the situation is different. It's a bit chilly to fall on your body. Look at the stars on the side, like tears falling from the bright moon, floating feebly in the night sky. Meteors pass by, and it feels like tears that have just fallen. I suddenly sighed in my heart: the ruthless darkness swallowed up a ray of light! I feel a sense of oppression in my heart, my nose is sour, and a "star" flows out of my eyes. I like looking up at the stars. The bright moon and stars always arouse my reverie and awaken my long-sleeping memory. The moon is still big and round tonight, and I am lost in thought looking up at the starry sky in the hospital. ...
When I walk on the grass and look up at the stars, I always think of him. He seems to coexist with the universe, and his spirit is praised by countless people.
He explained wonderful theories to us again and again.
Who is he? This is stephen william hawking.
He is a scholar. He showed his talent when he was very young. It is not so much talent as infinite curiosity.
His achievements are not outstanding, but he is obsessed with studying those complicated designs until he finds its core.
As an adult, he continued to explore natural science and cosmology.
When I was studying for my doctorate, I met an opportunity and began to study black hole theory with Professor roger penrose. After his constant thinking, he finally became famous with a paper-Hawking Radiation.
His brain began to explore black holes and produced one work after another. Among them, A Brief History of Time is circulated all over the world. Because of the popular sentences and illustrations, he was not proud of it, nor did he give up his painstaking work. He is still calculating, and he never stops being like his brain.
He is a soldier. Maybe you will envy his life, but maybe you don't know that when he was in his prime, he was unfortunately paralyzed and lost his ability to speak. Since then, he has been fixed in a wheelchair.
But he never went downhill. When the doctor gave up the treatment and told him that he was dying, he survived tenaciously and won his true love. When people think he can't think, he has proved himself by challenging the universe again and again.
With three fingers that he can still move, he wrote his love for life and his desire for truth.
As he said, "I'm not sad, I'm glad, because although God fixed me in a wheelchair, he gave me the ability to imagine everything and inspired me to fight in life."
"He is a soldier, he defeated death and himself in despair, and he led us to explore the deeper universe! He is my idol, the pioneer Professor Hawking, more because his hypothesis touched me.
The first time I read A Brief History of Time, it had a great impact on my mind, and the delicate brushwork tempted readers to think about the universe step by step.
Bold imagination is not ridiculous, but it can't help but add real color.
With the help of the sound of the machine, he told the world about his research results. No matter what the outside world says, he is still exploring and exploring.
He is a pioneer. He has been exploring the universe and the human brain.
His hypotheses, such as Hawking radiation, are quietly waiting for people to open them. He created a beautiful beginning for us and let us write a brilliant ending.
He is a guide. I dare not judge Hawking with my one-sided and naive brushwork, but I can firmly tell him that Hawking is my guide.
When I was in the lowest mood, when I wanted to give up, I would put aside my distractions and rekindle the flame of confidence when I saw Hawking was sick but insisted on studying.
Not only I but everyone was inspired by him. He dared to challenge Einstein's "general theory of relativity" and built it on Newton's theory. In physics, there is nothing he dare not think or do.
It is this innovative spirit that points out the direction for the development of 2 1 century.
He stood on the "front line" with many physicists and opened up the deepest part of the land of knowledge.
This is him, Professor Hawking, a man I respect and a man respected by the world.
Looking up at the 600-word composition and spreading all the starry sky dotted with stars is always so mysterious and charming.
I remember watching a starry sky on a summer night with my friends in grandma's yard when I was a child. Several eight or nine-year-old children argued with each other about which stars were the brightest and which were connected like spoons. The grapes on the shelf cover half the night sky, but they don't prevent us from looking up at the starry sky and her magic. She is as clear as water.
In the night when the night is completely immersed, the street occasionally passes by a few hurried pedestrians. The street lamps on both sides of the street are always darker than when it is noisy. Wandering stars twinkle in the dark night sky. Looking up at the starry sky, one can think a lot of things without being bound. Will my other half look up at the stars with me that night? I think of Night on the Galaxy Railway. The whole movie consists of many beautiful pictures. In the shining galaxy, each constellation has a touching legend. Fantasy journey always begins with curiosity. Little Joe Banny boarded the train bound for the Milky Way, surrounded by swaying Miscanthus, moonlight-sparkling lakes, gorgeous crosses and star-like fireflies. Everything is set at night, but there is no loneliness and darkness at night. He misses himself.
Stay away from the sea of questions, feel this vast sea of stars, a kind of relief from going all over the body. I wish I could stand higher, beyond the lights of the city and get close to them. Maybe it's just a shining stone, but for me a few light years away, it's more precious and dazzling than crystal. Once I have something, it is no longer valuable. It is better to look up at her and connect the distance of space. A cold stone, a second ago there was the brilliance of a meteor.
Looking up at the starry sky, you don't have to look up at 45 degrees like Jing M. Guo, 180 degrees lying flat on the grass, feeling the pulse of the earth and letting your thoughts jump into the starry sky. Maybe it's easier.
Suddenly, I thought of the ancient star tower, perhaps to look up at the starry sky. The legend of western constellations adds a sense of mystery. Reality always needs the nourishment of myth to be more romantic.
Holden is willing to watch in the wheat field, but I prefer to look up under the stars, hoping that time will stop. I closed my fingers, slightly closed my eyes and made a wish like a starry sky.
...
Looking up, in a sense, is a kind of high-spirited survival posture, is the focus of life, and then forms the power of soaring; Looking up at it is also a lamp that lights up the soul in the long night, which can make people return to the lost spiritual home.
In fact, looking up is the pursuit of sublimity.
In this world, you can't just look down for food like an animal.
People always have to look up to something, be far-sighted and support their hearts.
A generation of poets looked up at the full moon hanging in the air, and his emotions were moved by the unparalleled perfection of the moon. The bright moonlight seems to be heaven and his affectionate gaze. At that moment, who can say that he is unhappy? Beethoven likes looking up at the sky best. Whenever dusk comes, he will look at the sky in surprise, at a group of shining celestial bodies that never stop, and get lost in thought.
At that moment, his spirit surpassed these stars, and he injected the inspiration of the starry sky into his fingertips and turned it into a powerful note.
Looking up is the pursuit of sublimity.
Maybe ordinary people can't reach sublimity, but we can look up to it, let it lead us to walk in the world, make it a powerful pillar of life, and support a meaningful and valuable life world.
I once climbed Mount Tai and watched the sunrise in the East China Sea. In the middle of the night, the insects in the mountain stream are still hard to hide their excitement. When the light of dawn shoots countless golden arrows, it ignites the morning glow and awakens the sleeping Mount Tai. The morning sun came out of the sea, and the spewing light lit up my eyes, looking at the white sails swaying in the morning light in the distance. At that time, the sails, the morning sunshine and the sky seemed to be absorbing and blending with me. That feeling,
I once saw a waterfall flowing out of a green bush and suddenly falling into a deep valley, forming a continuous water curtain. However, when I looked up, I really appreciated the thrilling momentum.
Water fell from the sky, pouring thousands of miles, giving off a deafening echo. Standing in front of the waterfall, I feel that I am just a dot in the fog.
People always look up to something, even a red sun, a crescent moon, a cloud, a mountain peak ... you don't need to be very high, as long as you have a heart to look up, as long as it can stir up a wave in your heart, even ordinary food will become extraordinary.
When you look up at the sky, the eagle, the great man and the whole world, you will surpass yourself! Stand up, look up, look up at something!
Looking up at the starry sky dotted with 600-word compositions is always so mysterious and charming.
I remember watching a starry sky on a summer night with my friends in grandma's yard when I was a child. Several eight or nine-year-old children argued with each other about which stars were the brightest and which were connected like spoons. The grapes on the shelf cover half the night sky, but they don't prevent us from looking up at the starry sky and her magic. She is as clear as water.
In the night when the night is completely immersed, the street occasionally passes by a few hurried pedestrians. The street lamps on both sides of the street are always darker than when it is noisy. Wandering stars twinkle in the dark night sky. Looking up at the starry sky, one can think a lot of things without being bound. Will my other half look up at the stars with me that night? I think of Night on the Galaxy Railway. The whole movie consists of many beautiful pictures. In the shining galaxy, each constellation has a touching legend. Fantasy journey always begins with curiosity. Little Joe Banny boarded the train bound for the Milky Way, surrounded by swaying Miscanthus, moonlight-sparkling lakes, gorgeous crosses and star-like fireflies. Everything is set at night, but there is no loneliness and darkness at night. He misses himself.
Stay away from the sea of questions, feel this vast sea of stars, a kind of relief from going all over the body. I wish I could stand higher, beyond the lights of the city and get close to them. Maybe it's just a shining stone, but for me a few light years away, it's more precious and dazzling than crystal. Once I have something, it is no longer valuable. It is better to look up at her and connect the distance of space. A cold stone, a second ago there was the brilliance of a meteor.
Looking up at the starry sky, you don't have to look up at 45 degrees like Jing M. Guo, 180 degrees lying flat on the grass, feeling the pulse of the earth and letting your thoughts jump into the starry sky. Maybe it's easier.
Suddenly, I thought of the ancient star tower, perhaps to look up at the starry sky. The legend of western constellations adds a sense of mystery. Reality always needs the nourishment of myth to be more romantic.
Holden is willing to watch in the wheat field, but I prefer to look up under the stars, hoping that time will stop. I closed my fingers, slightly closed my eyes and made a wish like a starry sky.
Looking up at the 600-word composition on the topic and looking up at the starry sky, I may think of the beautiful western constellation myth and the mystery of the vast universe, but now, I only think of Premier Wen and the person who also looks up at the starry sky.
I don't know when I started, but I never paid attention to the news, and I gradually wanted to know about national diplomacy and policies, just because I wanted to see the figure of the Prime Minister.
June 5438+last year 10, the vast snow covered the southern land, the biggest snow in the motherland in 50 years, which made people lose the basic guarantee of life.
So, naturally, Premier Wen's figure appeared in the hardest hit area of the snowstorm, and with his thin body, he did his best to bring perhaps insignificant warmth in this cold winter.
But, at least, he came.
If the figure in the snowstorm didn't make people pay attention to him as much as possible, then the earthquake on May 12 can let us see more about the greatness of this 66-year-old man.
His figure appeared at the scene of saving people, standing on the ruins that are likely to collapse, shouting to people buried in the ruins and telling them to be strong; His figure appeared among the children who lost their parents, helping them wipe away the tears in their eyes and telling them not to cry; He also appeared in the classroom, wrote down the words "how difficult it is to get rich" and told them to refuel.
Perhaps, some people think that he is just putting on a show. However, when we see his determination to make a military order in the 1998 flood and his determination to go deep into the hardest hit areas in 2003, what reason do we have to doubt the intention of a 66-year-old man to enter the earthquake-stricken areas as soon as possible after the earthquake? If in 2008, we saw a Premier Wen who was concerned about the country and the people, then in early 2009, we saw a Premier Wen who was impeccable in diplomacy.
His careful speech made foreign media break away from the past policy of reporting only negative news about China and began to give some pertinent comments to China, which also changed China's international image in the past.
The accident that happened when he gave a speech at Cambridge University in England also showed us his wit and calmness.
Perhaps, what we need is such a prime minister, a prime minister we are willing to be fascinated by.
"I look up at the starry sky, it is so vast and deep; That infinite truth makes it difficult for me to pursue.
I look up at the starry sky, which is so solemn and sacred; That awesome justice filled me with love and awe.
I look up at the starry sky, so free and quiet; That broad mind, let my soul perch and snuggle.
I look up at the starry sky, which is so magnificent; Eternal enthusiasm ignited the flame of hope and spring thunder in my heart.
(* * *) Looking up at the starry sky, looking up at the same starry sky, you see a different artistic conception.
Premier's poems make us feel the pursuit of truth and justice, the feeling of being broad-minded, and the hope that we can burn out our lives and shine.
And when I look up at the starry sky, all I see is the thin but still majestic figure of the Prime Minister.
When I looked up at the sky, I wrote: "If there is love in the sky, the sky will get old, and the right way on earth is vicissitudes." This is a poem written by * * when Nanjing was liberated, which gave me a lot of insights! What has the war brought to mankind? This is the end of young life, the grief of thousands of Qian Qian people, and a river of blood ... Whenever I look up at the sky, I will think, in this world, there have been thousands of wars in Qian Qian, and the witness of all this is the sky, which always silently watches the changes of these things ... Is it really heartless? Looking back at history, Nanjing Massacre, September 18th Incident, Sino-Japanese Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895 ... Which war didn't bring disaster to us all? Thousands of people were killed innocently, and beautiful rivers and mountains were turned into a hell on earth by blood ... these are terrible consequences of war.
When the five-star red flag Ran Ran rises, doesn't that bright red color mean that we are today, and it was bought with blood? We long for peace and call for peace, but who can say that there is no war today in the 2/kloc-0 century? Who can say that the war is still far away from us? Every time a country wins a war, it also means the failure of another country, which is the disappearance of millions of lives ... people! Can't we live in harmony and develop together forever? I often think so, but reality tells me that this idea seems impossible! When we study history, we are always angry and sad, but so what? Should we use the same method to deal with the enemy and those who have hurt us? So you can turn back the clock and stop the tragedy from happening? Just make the tragedy more intense! When the war broke out, it was the beginning of tragedy, and no matter how much regret and repentance afterwards, it would be of no help.
Everyone knows the tragedy of war. It is ruthless, it is cruel, it will not pity ... so, give up the war! Don't forget the past, the teacher of the future, don't let history reappear! Everyone may cry in front of history, and these tears are tears calling for peace, tears expecting the world to turn swords into plowshares ... Looking up at the sky, I hope to give us a beautiful and pure world, a "blue" sky!
At the beginning of the composition on the topic of looking up, I became dumb. I don't know how the seasonal wind draws a heaven around the stars.
-inscription 1. When I was a child, I liked looking up at the sky. The sun shone through the cracks in the leaves and scattered all over the floor.
The leaves are almost green and transparent by the sun, and the sky blue is like the color of forget-me-not flowers, occasionally drifting over a little white clouds.
Not far away came the cry of cicadas or birds.
I am used to this, holding my face high, trying to absorb a ray of sunshine and trying to meet the light with my eyes. So the action of "looking up" is accompanied by all the beautiful things in my childhood impression: warmth, light, distant sky, tall trees-a bright future.
Everything has given me countless fascinating ideas.
It seems that looking up at the sky can bring me unspeakable pleasure, as if that kind of happiness is slowly melting in my body like candy.
I liked to look up at that time. It is called purity.
Secondly, when I looked up again and wanted to capture the sky in my memory with my eyes, the strong light reflected from the glass curtain wall of the steel forest stung my eyes.
Most of those high-rise buildings are metal windows, and rows of them are somewhat complicated. There are banners of 8000 yuan per square meter hanging outside the building, some of which are overbearing and high above.
At night, those tall buildings are all flashing neon lights, which look expensive and elegant.
I often look up at these buildings and wonder if I can live in such a building, or how good my work can be, enjoy top-class property management, 24-hour central air conditioning, and enjoy going upstairs and downstairs a few meters per second.
Of course, the pain in my head and neck that has been upturned for a long time will call me back from unrealistic fantasies.
I looked down and felt dizzy.
It is not only physical discomfort, but also a sense of unreality when you look around and find a huge gap between fantasy and reality.
This kind of unreality is also frustrating. After all, when you fantasize about the little star head and reach out your hand, you find that you can't touch anything. If you look high, you will find yourself extremely weak and humble.
Over time, I no longer like to look up.
I once gave a speech under the flag-raising platform and stood on the platform. Thousands of students looked up at me. Suddenly, I became the center of the whole school. When I walked off the podium again, that feeling disappeared immediately. The students are still looking at the platform, but I'm not on it.
I understand that being looked up to is temporary. When you are down and out, the loss and loneliness will be multiplied for you.
In that case, why do some people always like to live in everyone's hope, and why do they always like to look up? Looking up is good to some extent, just like looking up at the sky when I was a child, my heart is pure and natural.
In this pure state of mind, people can look forward to the future, praise all good things, and engrave what they expect in their hearts.
Looking up, it was a cloud and a breeze.
However, once you look up at fame and wealth and material things, people will fall into one strange circle after another and feel that a mountain is always higher than another. We are always looking up, and there are too many things to look up. We can't tell whether we look up because we are helpless or complaining, or because we are angry or eager and yearning.
Put aside all lofty rhetoric: maybe life is like this, there are too many things that can't be surpassed, so we can only look up.
Want to have too much, can only look up.
Fourth, in this case, what matters is not what we look up to, but the attitude and mentality we look up to.
I think we need a gesture of looking up.
This is a strong desire for the future, which inspires us to keep going up in the process of growth. No matter where we are, we have the right to expect-we can't have it, but we have dreams, which is also a great thing.
However, we can't live in fantasy all day and look up. What we have gained is an illusion, and we still have nothing.
So, when you look up and down at the muddy road under your feet, don't complain, don't hesitate, just take a look and move on.
It's better to be down-to-earth than in fog.
A writer with the theme of "what to expect" always looks up at something in his life, instead of always looking down for food, which will be dwarfed like an animal. People always have to look up, aim high and support their lives and souls. Looking up, in a sense, is a spiritual attitude towards life, which makes life tremble, concentrate, concentrate and form tension. Just like bloom, where flowers fall and springs gush, it is an eternal spirit, rooted in all feelings, and eventually transcends it. Looking up is the pursuit of the soul in the long night, which brings people back to the lost spiritual home. An old Russian painter was walking in the forest. "He looked up at the full moon overhead and slowly emerged from the treetops. He was suddenly moved to tears by incomparable fullness and roundness ... the bright moonlight seemed to be God's affectionate gaze, as if snowflakes in the sky were draped over his shoulders. At that moment, who can say that he is unhappy? Beethoven declared heroically, "My kingdom is in the sky!" "When dusk came, I was full of surprises, staring at the sky and lost in thought. A group of shining stars are spinning and running there, endlessly ... At this moment, I am wandering in my mind, and my spirit has gone beyond these stars hundreds of millions of kilometers away from us, heading for the source of all things ... Gradually, I try to turn that * * * into sound ... What opens my heart must come from the sky. Looking up is the pursuit of sublimity. Maybe we can't reach the sublime, but we can look up, let the sublime lead us, walk in the world, cross the soul, set up a spiritual throne at the root of the soul, combine the flesh and blood standing on the earth with the lofty spiritual character, realize the sublime conversion, and finally stand as a powerful pillar of life and support a life world full of meaning and value.
In the quiet night sky, the stars are shining and the milky way is sparkling.
The long river has gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes, and it tells one touching story after another through history.
"From a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank it alone. No one is with me.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
"The purple layman who drinks with the bright moon alone is shallow and whispering, expressing his inner anguish and loneliness.
Frustration in officialdom makes you complain, however, dirty secularism does not pollute your romantic and naive poetry and elegant and free and easy poetry.
"Heaven and earth, the inverse of everything; Time flies, and a hundred generations have passed.
"So the mountains and rivers, the breeze and the bright moon, reproduce your passionate chapter; Rapidly flowing water, cliff plank road, internalize into your profound thoughts.
The golden rooster crows at night, and the apes crow on both sides, leisurely in the ear; Dongting smoke wave, Penglai smoke wave, lifelike.
Your colorful poems are like bright stars embedded in the vast historical starry sky, which makes future generations admire and admire.
"The moon is thin and the black magpie flies south.
Turn around the tree three times, what branches can you rely on?
"A generation of fierce Cao Cao, under the vast starry sky," drinking near the river and writing poems horizontally ".
Looking at the infinite mountains and rivers, my heart is surging.
"Party its broken jingzhou, jiangling, downstream and east.
Thousands of miles, the flag is empty.
"What a bold and unrestrained pride! However, where is the former hero now? His achievements remain in the history books; His lofty sentiments turned into stars, illuminating future generations and inspiring people.
"Wild goose word back, full moon west wing.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
"Li Qingzhao is alone in the building, overlooking the embattled sky, listening to the late autumn morning and missing her husband in a foreign land.
"I can't eliminate this situation. I just frown, but I go to my heart.
"You light his white teeth, chanting in a low voice, lonely and helpless smile on his face.
A touch of sadness turns into a wisp of poetry and condenses into words that amaze future generations.
Qingzhao, Qingzhao, what kind of strange girl are you, who can have the gentleness and gracefulness of "curtain rolling west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers" and the male pride of "living as an outstanding person and dying as a ghost"? The poems you wrote with your spotless heart are integrated with your fragrant soul and hang high in the night sky.
The beauty of the starry sky stems from its tranquility, its vastness, its mystery and its otherness.
One by one, the lost historical figures have turned into bright stars, adding to the splendor of the night and making people miss and sigh.
Your glorious life and immortal poems have given me rich cultural nourishment and inspired us to forge ahead in realizing our own life value.
Looking up at the starry sky, the stars are shining.
Looking up at the starry sky, seemingly flawless stars shine in the Milky Way, giving us infinite reverie.
How many beautiful dreams have been released in the spotless starry sky.
People who fly to the stars know that there are dust and debris like the earth, so they lose the freedom and right of fantasy.
We can't indulge in our own fantasies, but we can't let the idea of flying freely get lost in the ruthless reality.
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