Sample essays in the category of "Explaining one's ambitions through things"
Example 1:
The spring scenery is brilliant and brilliant again; the autumn colors are desolate and desolate again. Another golden autumn filled with fruity fragrance, and another September that bids farewell to the old and welcomes the new.
Re-entering this campus where I have lived for three years, the campus is still beautiful and the flowers and plants are still fragrant. However, my heart is not as calm as in previous years. I walked around the familiar campus and unknowingly returned to the familiar ginkgo tree, feeling extremely sad in my heart. At this time, a golden ginkgo leaf was blown down by the wind. It reluctantly struggled and circled in the air for several times, and finally floated to the earth.
Walk over, pick up the ginkgo leaf and put it in the palm of your hand. The golden leaf is like a fan, like a butterfly, and like a delicate little girl - vulnerable, just like me. Same as one hit. Looking at it, my eyes blurred for a while, and then a crystal clear thing fell on this golden elf. I couldn't bear to let it fall like this, so I clamped it in the book.
Slowly, the books became thicker and thicker. One windy and rainy afternoon, I came to the ginkgo tree again and looked at the hurried footsteps on the fallen leaves on the ground. My heart ached, but I was helpless. I raised my head and looked at the bare old ginkgo. It was still standing there tall and upright. I couldn't help but think: overnight, the wind and rain withered, but it still held its head high and faced it all calmly. At this moment, I suddenly remembered a sentence I didn't know where I saw: "Falling leaves is not death, it is just a concession of life!" Yes, maybe the old ginkgo can calmly face the reality of dead leaves and flourishing leaves precisely because it has realized that Give in to life!
Thinking of this, my heart suddenly opened up a lot, so I smiled at the old ginkgo. Then, I took out the thickened books and opened them. I wanted to calmly let go of these yellow elves, and calmly let go of my long-pressed heart.
I understand that since I choose a distant place, I only care about the wind and rain.
I understand that now that I have chosen the path of review, I will no longer worry about the momentary honor and disgrace.
I understand that not all mistakes mean failure, and not all progress leads to success.
I believe that failure is not death, but a surrender of life.
Perhaps, the life that makes concessions will be more beautiful!
Perhaps, the old ginkgo will be more full of life in the coming year.
The fallen leaves of a ginkgo tree triggered some insights into life. The author uses a ginkgo leaf on campus as an image, embodying his deep thinking about nature and life, and expresses a thought-provoking and enlightening philosophy of life. "The old ginkgo can calmly face the reality of withered leaves and flourishing leaves, probably because it has realized the concession of life."
Example 2:
Winter Sayings
Lin Fa
If spring is the regeneration of the earth, then isn’t the withering winter a kind of gestation?
The change of time and the cycle of the four seasons are very much like the course of a person's life, from the bright and pure spring to the summer when enthusiasm, vitality and ideals are burning, and then from the blooming summer to the mature autumn, From the sweet and mature autumn to the contemplative winter. In the cold winter, Xiangji has completed another journey of life and is looking forward to another new transcendence, hoping for another new breakthrough, and then opening up another new realm of life - looking forward to the coming of another spring of life. Life requires continuous transcendence and continuous breakthroughs so as not to become stagnant.
Winter is really a season of contemplation rather than withering. In the fields, the mature rice has been harvested. The fields are naked on their chests. There are no ears of rice swaying, and there is no way to listen to the chorus of frogs. In the past, there was a youthful splendor. , now it’s like entering a Zen state. At this time, farmers are busy composting, and carts and carts of compost are fertilizing the barren land; during this winter, the soil is absorbing new nutrients. When spring comes and the ox plows loosen the new soil, the land will Overflowing with infinite vitality. In nature as we know it, some animals are hibernating. Hibernation is not death, but a new transformation; some trees, flowers and plants have also abandoned their red flowers and green leaves, but they are not dead. The green shoots in the bright spring will start a new era. splendid dreams.
As you wait for a season of cold winter, what is gestating in your heart? What kind of breakthrough are you trying to make?
The reason why our lives are barren is often not that we give up work, but that we give up contemplation because of work; we must continue to work and we must continue to meditate. Life is originally a miracle that we don’t know where it comes from and where it is going, and existence is also an accident of time and space. We need to constantly strive and ignite our ideal and innocent hearts to confirm the true existence of our lives. In this way, we need to activate our Our thoughts light the lamp of the spiritual platform and illuminate the path we should take so that we can continue our journey. Life also requires constant trekking. No matter how many achievements you made yesterday, no matter how many flowers bloomed in your cemetery yesterday, they belong to yesterday. If you indulge in the joy of yesterday, it will be difficult to enjoy the more pure joy of today.
Today, a new beginning requires us to move forward and nurture. Life is a journey that will never be completed. It needs the torch of life until it turns to ashes and tears...
Here Winter is not the season to retire. Waiting for a cold winter is actually giving birth to a bright spring. The poet said meaningfully: Winter is coming, can spring be far behind? In winter, let contemplation enrich your life, and also nurture and renew your tired or traumatized soul, so as to nurture a breakthrough and new spring. Winter is the season of contemplation and gestation!
Don’t give up, don’t sigh, don’t forget that winter is the season of contemplation and gestation.
[Appreciation] "Winter Whispers" is a rational prose. It is not distinguished by strict logic, but by rich philosophical thinking. It puts aside the description of winter scenery and highlights the expansion of its ideological realm, which is a distinctive feature of the conception. Abandoning the negative attitude towards life and seeking the glory of life shows the value orientation of the article. It is not a heartbreaking lament, but a march that inspires the spirit.
Example 3:
The sound of green grass
Che Yongjing
I walked from my hut to the wilderness again and again, I listened to the sound of the grass. It's spring, they wake up from their sleep and stretch their waists gently. How beautiful the world is in spring, with warm land, warm sunshine, soft spring breeze, and grass They compete to stretch out their tender little hands from the soil and hold hands with spring.
The grass has entered this world with its own flexibility. The tender and surprising bit of new green is slowly getting bigger and thicker, and then dyed into patches of thick green, and then with an unstoppable color. The momentum swept the earth. The disorganized villages become poetic and verdant in the green, and the silent fields become vibrant. The distant mountains are touched by this mysterious hand of spring. The color of the grass drives away the gray on the ridges, rendering the mountains green. Full of meaning.
The murmur of the grass is so soft, affectionately responding to the caress and call of Mother Earth. They grow day and night and become increasingly lush. The leaf stems are quietly stretched and stretched in the whisper of the wind, like a spring song, sung heartily by the green life forms. Their petals stretch layer by layer under the sun, blooming gently, one after another, making an imperceptible sound, just like the sound of nature hidden by God. I walked on the earth in early spring over and over again with fascination, listening to the sounds of growing plants and the breathing of the earth, just like visiting a familiar old friend.
The green wormwood is the first to grow. They scrambled to sprout fluffy ball-shaped seedlings in the mud and sand on the hillsides and river banks. Then, dandelions also came out and grew all over the mountains and fields. The yellow flowers are like clusters of flames floating in the wind. Flowers, foxtail grass...
The first grass I came into contact with was from wormwood, which gave me so much. childhood memories. In my hometown, my father is a township doctor. He collects different medicinal materials at different times every year according to the season and the medicinal properties of the herbs. The first thing picked every year is the mugwort. At that time, there was a liver disease patient in my house. His face is yellow, and he swallows a lot of mugwort every year. The decoction made from that grass is bitter and smells of wormwood, which is very unpleasant to drink. Watching him greedy for piles of herbs Look, I felt the desire for life and the fear of death. He said that he could not die and had a pair of small children. At that time, my father often led me to look for this kind of grass on the ground. As soon as I saw them, I felt a sense of joy in my heart and had a deep respect for them. Although our family's life was difficult, my father's consultation fees were usually very low, and he would sometimes give free gifts to poor patients. This allowed my poor neighbor to drink for a long time. Later, they recovered and became our family member. This is how my father made many poor friends. When I grew up, I read an article in a book that said that Dong Feng, a native of Wu during the Three Kingdoms period, lived in seclusion in Kuangshan Mountain. He treated people's illnesses without taking any money. He would plant five apricot trees for those who recovered from serious illness, and one for those with mild symptoms. Many years later, He has healed countless people, and he has learned a hundred thousand lessons from apricot trees, which have grown into a forest, and has been passed down as a good story by future generations. I told my father what happened. At that time, my father was already a little hunched and his face was wrinkled. He was still working hard to make a living for the family. After hearing this, my father smiled happily, his beard trembling with laughter, and he was very happy for several days. My father said, it would be good if there were more people like this in the world. People do not live solely for fame and fortune. There is always something better in life.
I began to swim in the ocean of knowledge. I yearned for the city, happiness and love. When I was spreading out into the outside world like a dandelion seed, I was trekking full of hope, but my true love was always replaced by deception, and I was always disappointed. My heart was burned by love again and again, and I was in pain. Struggle again and again. I don't understand why people are so selfish, greedy, jealous, and become ugly in their desire for materialism and power. During that stormy day, I lived alone in a dark, leaky room in the city. I was discouraged, lifeless, and filled with endless boredom and melancholy. But when I got up after the rain stopped and stood in front of the window, as far as I could see, I saw a bunch of green grass on the ground in the catastrophe of yesterday's storm. Although they had become messy in the ravages of wind and rain, their roots were still intact. The beard was still clinging to the earth and stood up in the sun, covered in mud and scars, trembling in the wind.
At that moment, my heart trembled, and I clearly heard a song of grass. I got a basin of water and washed away the mud on them, and they were bathed in the sunshine with new greenery. They are so humble and small, but elegant and noble, soft and humble, stubborn and towering, and they have an indomitable and silent upward spirit. I think it was only from that moment that I truly understood the language and spirit of grass. I thought of the grass-covered fields in my hometown. I picked up the phone. When my father's familiar voice came from the phone, my heart felt surprisingly warm and excited.
No one is unfamiliar with grass. They actually exist with humans and have been there since ancient times. Oracle calls a stem with two leaves grass. Grasses came from ancient times with their weak bodies and unyielding spirits. My room is filled with books and necessities of modern life. There is always a touch of green and clumps of grass in front of my window. I live happily, seeking wisdom and absorbing nutrition from books. My mood is calm, gentle, and as clear as a mirror.
Appreciate the sentences, find one you like, and then explain what scene in this sentence expresses the author's ambition of the protagonist