The first unit composition is to compare myself to a kind of nature or a plant. I chose a kind of nature - cloud
If I were a Duoyun
My life is free and leisurely, and my body is also ethereal and invisible. There is no limit to my life---as long as I don't turn into rain and scatter in the world. I can chase the stars, mix with the moon, and block the red face of the sun. I play and frolic every day, and I have forgotten how many years I have lived. I am beautiful. I can change into another shape with the wind in an instant. I can also use the afterglow of the sunset as my own veil. Some of my companions died trying to save humanity and nature, which I thought was ridiculous.
I love to play close to the ground. Once, I was walking and suddenly felt that my whole body was getting hot. I looked down and saw a factory full of flames, screams everywhere, and explosions from time to time. A man and a woman held hands and ran away, but were surrounded by flames. The man pushed the woman out hard, but he was burned beyond recognition by the fire. I couldn't help but feel that my eyes were a little wet, no, I couldn't, I would not die for mankind. I turned my head and stopped looking, but the crying and shouting made me look down: a child was groping around with his hands. Crying "Mom, where are you?" "I'm here, child! Get out quickly!" The mother pushed the child hard with her hands, and the child went out, but the mother------My tears are in My eyes were spinning, and I could no longer control myself, letting tears flow down my face. I would be very satisfied if my life ended by bringing them hope of life. I finally saw the beauty of the world. At the moment of life and death, they always leave their hope of life to others. At this moment, I feel that my body is getting weaker and weaker, and I feel that my life is about to end. But I don't regret it.
If I were a cloud, I would dedicate myself to mankind at the last moment of my life!
I typed this word by word. I hope you can choose me. . Thank you
"A flower only has its beauty when it grows on a tree; it is finished when it is in someone's hand. The same is true for Beiping City. It is extremely beautiful. If it is occupied by the enemy, it will be destroyed." It's a broken flower."
"If Peiping is a tree, I am a flower, even if it is an idle flower. If Peiping is lost, I think I will no longer live."
p>It is such simple but very accurate and vivid words that deeply attracted me and led me to read Mr. Lao She’s masterpiece "Four Generations Under One Roof" in one breath. Four generations under one roof is the key to the development of China. The bright flowers on an ancient cultural tree bring prosperity and peace to the family, just like the flowers that have withered this year and will bloom next year, are passed down steadily from generation to generation. Mr. Lao She planted this ancient tree in the ancient cultural city of Peiping, under the backdrop of the Japanese invasion of China. Although there was no smoke or guns in the city of Peiping, it was always shrouded in the shadow of being insulted, trampled on, and Suffocated by the throat, the children of this ancient tree struggled in this environment, but it was unable to protect them. The branches and leaves were scattered, and the four generations living under one roof became a fantasy.
The ancient Peking, the solemn Tiananmen Gate Tower, the beautiful Three Seas and the White Tower have all become other people’s playthings.
However, China, which has been oppressed for more than a hundred years, has produced this group of young people. They want to break out of the oppression of family and society and become free people. They want to break the shackles of the nation-state and become citizens who can stand upright in the world. When the country calls for help, no obstacle can stop him from answering the call; like a bird with full feathers, he will leave the nest and fly away without any hesitation. The old man Qian Moyin was a poet who did not move any grass or grass. In peacetime, he lived like a hermit with flowers, plants, poems and wine as his companions. But when the national crisis hit, he stood up and the poet did not With a strong chest, he held his head high and responded to the challenge without fear. "He must throw his flesh and blood body to the enemy and end this body with bravery and justice." When he suffered inhuman torture in prison, he put his fate and The country is tightly tied together, he told himself, "You must put life and death aside to save your life, so that you can completely surrender your life to the country." Poet Qian would rather die than surrender, treating his life like a mouthful of saliva at the time when he was about to spit it out. , swallowed again. If those who love peace are not brave, peace will turn into humiliation, and self-preservation will turn into an illegal existence. From then on, he forgot his original comfort and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the fight against aggression, using resistance to preserve a peaceful, elegant, and humane culture for the world. The old man is like an ancient Chinese book, thick, upright, and solemn. What he shows is not just a little determination to avenge himself, but a positive evidence for a culture. He is an authentic Chinese who will sacrifice his life for a belief with his poetry, etiquette, pictures, and morals. From Qian Shishi, Rui Xuan, Rui Quan and others, we see the power of real Chinese culture. It is this deep-rooted culture that prevents the giant ship of China from being blown away by the strong winds.
After reading "Four Generations Under One Roof", I was shocked and infected by Chinese culture and Chinese literati.
If Peiping falls, this national flower will turn into wood. In order to keep this ancient cultural tree evergreen, its branches, leaves, and every root, even if it is just a thin strip, are fighting desperately. Although this ancient tree has gone through many devastations, it has not withered in the end. How many descendants of Yan and Huang have watered it with their life blood, retaining the roots of culture.
"The light and shadow of a thousand-mile knife burn the nine cities. No one returns on a full moon night, and there is no peace in the land of fragrant flowers. There is no sound of blood, and countless loving mothers. I will go first for the shame of the snow country, and regroup Rivers and mountains are waiting for future generations.
"The descendants of the Chinese nation must remember this shame and never let their motherland be bullied by others!
This is the third unit