In real life or work and study, everyone has written a composition. Composition is a narrative method in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in their memory in written form. So the question is, how to write an excellent essay? Below are the excellent essays on reading you that I have collected for everyone. Welcome to read and collect them. Reading your excellent composition 1
I never get tired of reading you a thousand times. Reading you feels like spring.
——Inscription
The night is gradually getting darker, and a bright moon is rising slowly. The wind slowly penetrated the window, and the curtains undulated with the wind. The whole room was filled with the strong fragrance of tea, which was refreshing. Accompanied by the bright moon, the breeze, and the fragrant tea, I reviewed "The Collected Poems of Li Taibai" and couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts
Li Bai, a fallen poet As a relegated immortal from heaven, you use the plainness in your poems and the threads in your soul to interpret a romantic and colorful legendary life.
Some people say that poetry cannot be explained, just as we are unable to get a piece of sunshine, pick a flower to bloom, and preserve it for a period of time. The only thing I can do is to appreciate the traces of cultural and spiritual imprints your poems have left in my heart, to taste the endless emotions behind your words, and then, with a kind of inability to capture the beautiful melancholy mood, record the joy and sincerity of reading the classic.
"The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me." By the Peach Blossom Pond, accompanied by bursts of singing, you stood in a boat and wrote the poem "Gift to Wang Lun". There is no banquet in the world that never ends, you sigh softly, the boat sails lightly, the water passes without a trace, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, you sail into the distance.
"We never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain." If you have no talent, no ambition, and no passion, you can only "sit alone on Jingting Mountain", and even the clouds and birds will leave you. . You sat cross-legged and opened your hands. You wanted to shout, but you didn't. You just whispered the poem from one side of your mouth.
"Raise your glass to the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows." The night falls, the bright moon is in the sky, and you "drink alone under the moon." Raise your glass to invite the bright moon in the sky, and add your own figure to form three people. It's a pity that the bright moon doesn't understand the joy of drinking, and its shadow only follows you in vain, so you look up to the sky and sigh, then raise your glass and drink it all.
I read you, your boldness and unrestrainedness. In that era of competition for power, fame and fortune, you were the only one who could see through the glitz of the world. You chose to leave, intoxicate yourself with the great rivers and mountains, and be calm and composed. Look at life. I yearn for your open-mindedness and self-confidence that "there will be times when the wind and waves break, and you will hang your sails straight across the sea." The arrogance and boldness of "An Neng is able to bend my eyebrows and bend my waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy."
You have come from the dust, in the days when the poplar flowers have fallen and the rules remain the same, you are full of ambition and firmly believe that "I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent." It's a pity that God didn't fulfill his wishes. Although you have a lot of experience, you still can't be reused. The frustration in the officialdom makes you extremely depressed, to the point of "cutting off the water with a knife, the water will flow more, raising a cup to relieve sorrow and sorrow will become more sorrowful". Fortunately, you have not been depressed because of this. You have seen through the glitz of the world and chosen to be born with an open mind. "I have sweated all over Jiugai in advance, and I am willing to take Lu Ao to travel to Taiqing." From now on, I will be a carefree and happy Chu madman.
Ah! I’m so sorry, why I couldn’t have been born more than a thousand years earlier, and drunkenly swam with you, followed you in the river in a small boat, felt the spiritual water, and watched the " Flying down three thousand feet, it is undoubtedly the spectacular sight of the Milky Way falling into the sky; leave the boat and go ashore, climb the Shu Road with you, feel the winding mountain road, the beautiful scenery, and experience for yourself that "the difficulty of the Shu Road is as difficult as climbing to the sky"; The night falls and the moon is in the sky. Let me raise a glass to drink with you and admire the bright moon. I express my feelings that "if you are happy in life, you must enjoy it to the fullest, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon."
But I am also very lucky that at this moment, here, the moonlight is like water, the tea is rich, the breeze is gentle, and I can still read your poems. Read your excellent composition 2
I have read all the books, but I can’t read the same you. Just like spring, a touch of joy, a warm and fragrant fragrance. You are not a classic or romantic, but you are the endless affection and eternal poetry in my life. ——Inscription
The long night, the dim lights, and the fragrance of ink are savored.
You were leaning on the back of the bed, and I was sitting at the desk, both holding a book and savoring it. Traveling five thousand years up and down, and ninety thousand miles across the sea and sky, I was deeply immersed in the wonderful world in the book. You looked up at your watch, placed the book gently on the bedside, and tiptoed to the living room. When I woke up from the smell of books again, you came back to me with two cups of sweet and warm honey water. You handed it to me gently and took a sip yourself: "You had a wonderful reading today. The Great Tang Dynasty is really fascinating. Just talk about Tang poetry, pick a branch of lovesick red beans, and admire the bright moon of reunion..." You Smiling, calm, gentle and confident, there is a deep meaning in his eyes that I can't understand.
I was pleasantly surprised to hear your talk, and found that you, who have been dealing with complicated accounts and figures all day long, actually have a different bookish temperament. After a cordial conversation between close friends, sleepiness came over me, so I turned off the light and took a rest.
I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, it was dark, but I found that the light next door was a bit dazzling. A low voice penetrated my ears. "Go to sleep now, the worst is to watch tomorrow, it's really too late.
"With a startled sleepiness, my father urged. "Wait a while, I will study it for a while. The more you talk to her about your feelings, the more you can understand her better. It's hard to guess what a child is thinking..."
After a while, the lights finally dimmed, and everything fell silent in the dark night. But I was so full of thoughts that I couldn't sleep. Mom, it turns out you, This is the moving poem that I have been reading all the time.
The thin mist, the dawn, the scent of the food.
I tossed and turned in the middle of the night, all I could think about was last night. The light never went out, so I didn't sleep well. The door next door opened, and I opened my eyes, but the night was still dark. I looked at the clock, but it was only five o'clock, and I couldn't sleep. You simply got up and secretly opened a crack in the door, and sure enough, you heard the sound of kitchen utensils clattering together. You rubbed your sleepy eyes and put many ingredients into the pot in an orderly manner. Your figure was obscured by the smoke and light. After the steaming heat, your silhouette is looming.
You wiped the sweat from your forehead and temples, opened the window, and distributed some of the greasy smell to the dawn outside. , wash the stove, I also took the opportunity to secretly go back to bed and take a nap. When you pinched me, I woke up from the bed. The breakfast on the table was as sumptuous as usual, but for the first time, I knew the sweet rice-treasure porridge behind it. , the refreshing green vegetables, the golden and crispy rolls, your eyes full of hope and smile, I can't help but have an appetite.
After breakfast, I went out and walked eastward to welcome you to school. Looking at the rising red sun and the warm sunshine, I gradually recall those details that had been ignored: I think of the hands that are no longer young but still warm that I have been holding; I think of the clothes silently placed beside the bed when the temperature changes; I think of the dining table. The delicious fish meat with fine spines was picked out; and the figure watching silently from the balcony when I went out this morning...
Mom, do you know? Just under the light last night, I was guiding you. On the tired face, the silvery temples and the gradually ravaged corners of the eyes showed the traces of time. At that moment, tears almost burst out of my eyes. Mom, you once had the same youthfulness as me. With your delicate face, you once had the same ideals of riding the wind and waves and the courage to venture into the world, but for me, you are willing to let trivial matters gradually annihilate your dreams day after day, year after year, and let the oil smoke yellow your once fair face. Let the trivial things of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea replace the romance of music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and wine. Maybe, in the eyes of others, you are just an ordinary mother, but in my eyes and heart, you have always been the most beautiful and warm person in my life. Spring.
Yes, mother, you are the whole spring, bringing me eternal warmth; you are the endless river, nourishing my life, giving me the determination to move forward in life; you are me. A classic of life and the most beautiful poem, I will never get tired of reading it a thousand times. Mom, I wish you will always be young and happy. Read your excellent composition 3
October by the Songhua River is cold and windy. The astringent air filled the world, and the life wrapped in it seemed to have lost its vitality and had no power to move.
In this dead air, the only thing that moved was the river water, and the sparkling water in the river. Silver flakes. "What is that?" I pointed at the cold stars in the water. "It's a kind of fish." The friend's expression suddenly turned to one of reverence. I was surprised that fish could maintain such strong vitality in such a climate. "That's salmon." There was a hint of sadness in the friend's tone. "Let's go and take you to see real salmon." My friend stopped a taxi and we got in together.
The car was speeding along the river. Looking through the window, the intermittent strips of light on the river were moving slowly. I suddenly discovered that the direction of movement was against the current - the fish were moving upstream. What a magical fish this is! I have a little emotion.
When we got off the bus, we saw a shallow shoal. The well-defined river bed caused the water to pour down in steps, and silver light shot out from time to time in the torrent - it turned out to be jumping salmon. I was shocked. Did they want to commit suicide? "Take a good look" the friend's voice came at the right time. After a while of observation, I realized: they were not committing suicide, they wanted to jump across the beach. This is an almost impossible task. A salmon accumulates strength at the bottom of the water, and then swings its tail at an incredible speed. It approaches the water surface, as if condensing all its strength, and its tail fin breaks through the rapids. A big salmon The fish flew out of the water diagonally, its silver scales shining in the sun, and its curved body flowing in a smooth parabola - this seemed to be a leap of strength and beauty. However, it was definitely not the case in Kailai. The fishes in the water jumped into the sky. From the moment they took off, they were destined to be at the mercy of gravity. The fish had no wings and were in the sky that did not belong to them. Salmon are as helpless as birds with broken wings, so most of their jumps fail. Some unfortunate people who cannot control their landing point directly fall on the rocks and pass out. Every leap seems to use all their strength. . Therefore, there are also quite a few salmon that exhaust their energy and die of exhaustion.
This is not a smart jump as commonly imagined. This is a salmon using its heavy body to make a leap of life. While the performance is gorgeous, it also tells the story of epic tragedy.
"What are they jumping so desperately for?" I wondered, "To return to their hometown to lay eggs." My friend stared at the fish in the water, "Every autumn they set out from the west coast of the Pacific and cross the vast ocean. The Pacific Ocean, up the Heilongjiang River, to the small bay where they were born. "I can't imagine how long this journey is. "During the journey, too many fish will die. The few male fish that can arrive and raise their offspring eventually die of exhaustion.
"Then their whole life is to prepare for death? "I was surprised.
"But look at the feats they accomplished, this is their mission: to spend their whole life just to accomplish short-term feats. People cannot remember other fish with long and obscure lives, but they can remember the short but gorgeous salmon.
At this moment, I was shocked by the legendary journey of the salmon, and I also read the voices of every salmon fighting in the rapids.
In the process of life, brilliance is needed, even if it is a moment of brilliance. The vitality accumulated throughout the ages is waiting for the moment of release, which is the moment of sublimation of the soul. Vigorous burning is more admirable than obscure decay.
In the course of life, brilliance is needed, just like a polished match, even if it is a moment of light, it is also a moment of brilliance.
Just like the mythical Icarus, even with his wings melted. Also fly towards the sun.