The passing years and the vicissitudes of life will all be irretrievably lost. The sad and tragic Butterfly Lovers has unknowingly become an eternal masterpiece. Tortured in flames and flowing in blood for thousands of years. The legend of Butterfly Lovers has become a representative of loyal love. However, they were eventually separated by feudal ethics. Is there anything in this world that is more depressing than the destruction of beauty? You can destroy beauty, but you cannot destroy beauty. How can the realm of Yin and Yang hinder their parallel steps? Maybe today, not every modern person can have an unforgettable, romantic and happy love, but as long as they have cried deeply and been hurt, and have been deeply moved, it is enough. Because since then, there has been a pair of Chinese butterflies flying between heaven and earth in the world. The eternal smile is like the wind, bringing tranquility and tranquility, awakening people's confused hearts; like fog, covering the mysterious shyness, covering the misty reveries of you and me; like the dazzling sun, although it is not strong, it is It holds a lot of heat; like the subtle hooked moon, although it looks fragile, it reveals a faint flexibility. That is Mona Lisa's smile - the most understandable yet profound yet unpredictable smile in the world, the most breathtaking yet most likely to arouse people's reverie. Yes, Mona Lisa's smile - there is never a standard answer. A childish child looked at her, his bright black eyes full of confusion: "This aunt just moved the corners of her mouth strangely." His mother, a dignified young woman, had a hint of excitement on her beautiful face: "She She must be thinking of her dear husband." A young lady next to her had two red clouds on her cheeks as smooth as magnolia: "She is so elegant, a lady should be like her." The scholar wearing black-rimmed glasses looked serious. He introduced others to others: "She only smiled knowingly when she heard her favorite music." A prodigal son who had been wandering for a long time approached and raised his tired eyes. She spread her smile: "Her smile is just like my mother's, with the tenderness of her hometown." The nun revealed the passion hidden behind her tight black robe and devoutly held the cross in her hand: "Her smile is as holy as Maria , Amen!” After looking at it carefully, the clerk, who was struggling to survive, his eyes that had been dull for a long time became a little brighter: “She makes my soul feel as peaceful as being washed and filtered.” After listening to the manic rock music, the young man in avant-garde clothes said, After admiring strange abstract paintings, I finally saw this classic, and I said sincerely: "Although I don't understand its meaning, I understand its beauty." ... There are one thousand readers, one A thousand Hamlets; a thousand admirers, a thousand Mona Lisa smiles. I have seen Mona Lisa's smile in paintings, in dreams, and in my heart. I was puzzled and arbitrarily believed that her charm lay in interpreting Leonardo da Vinci's painstaking study of facial muscle movements and the master's sensitivity and talent. Now, I understand, her charm lies in eternity. Listening to the sound of frogs, Xu Longtao often walks between the reinforced concrete buildings and shuttles through the harsh sounds of metal collision and friction. His heart is gradually saturated with the gray civilization - monotony, indifference and loneliness. The frogs croaking in the night dream create ripples on the calm water in my hometown. Enjoy the sound of frogs and calm your mind. In my hometown, you can see the river when you go out, and there is a pit when you turn. Every midsummer, when the heavy rains first stop, the river fills its banks and beads roll on the lotus leaves. The sound of frogs floats along the water, carrying the fragrance of bean leaves on both sides of the bank. I often sit on the shore and quietly enjoy this natural movement. Clear but not sharp, crisp but not short. From low to high, from slow to fast, it's like the millet wine brewed by grandma. It wasn't until my mother's long "It's time to eat" that I woke up from the sound of frogs. That frog sound - fresh and simple. The curling smoke from the kitchen stuns the setting sun, and the cool breeze cuts off the restless chirping of the cicadas. In rural areas without electricity, the kerosene lamp on the window sill lights up and frogs make a sound. I lay on the old grinding wheel under a fence full of purple lentil flowers and listened carefully to the natural heartbeat. The sound of the frogs sometimes sings loudly alone, sometimes sings in unison; it is low in the east and high in the west, echoing in front and back, just like the music played behind the scenes. The farmers fanned the rice flowers with cattail fans and lit up the stars with pipe pots. Suddenly the sound of a suona sounded deep in the kerosene lamp, oh, brother Erzhu will marry his wife tomorrow... That frog sound - sincere and peaceful. When I was a kid, when it came to playing, I just went there. Even though I was so excited, the sun still set my face. We were left standing there stupidly, with one hand holding a fish with two eyes near its tail wrapped in a lotus leaf, and the other hand holding a lotus flower that had just shed all its petals. It was getting dark, and the sound of frogs was heard one after another. The sounds of frogs and snivels were heard in unison. Until I saw the familiar lantern in the distance, "Mom——" I ran to meet it. On the way home, the cheerful frog sounds were like the naughty taunts of friends. His face turned red and he cursed: "Go away, you bastard!" Then there was a panicked "plop, plop" sound of diving. That frog sound - simple and warm. There are bursts of frog sounds, and my heart is heavy and happy. It doesn't have the deepness of the guzheng, the excitement of the guitar, let alone the melodiousness of the saxophone. It is practical but not flashy, and more importantly, it is a precursor to a good harvest. At noon, the scorching sun made the adults sleepy and tanned our backs. The handle moved lightly and pressed down on the frog hiding under the lotus leaf.
I ran to the locust tree, first let it jump, and then wanted it to sing a song, but no matter how I tried to scare it, it just tightened its mouth and refused to sing. Finally, I pressed my hand on its slippery white belly in annoyance, and it Then he uttered "Wow" with difficulty. We then opened our mouths with missing front teeth and smiled. "You little bastards!" The shouts from the sky frightened us. The second master who was in a daze under the locust tree woke us up. "Don't let it go yet!" Look at "White Belly" who was half-dead by us, and his eyes were as angry as salted duck egg yolks. We carefully placed the frog in the deep water. "You, recite what your teacher taught you?" I bit the bullet and copied the book, and whispered: "Frogs are beneficial insects. They eat aphids. They are our good friends." "Yeah... I understand, but also Caught? Come here, let me tell you a story." As soon as he finished speaking, we hurriedly moved the stool for the second master. "Frogs are a good thing. Once upon a time, there was a scholar named Wang Sheng in the village. He was very honest and kind-hearted. One day, he went to buy rice with only a few pennies. On the way, he met Huang Er, a scoundrel from the village, carrying half a basket. Frog. When his heart softened, he bought them all and let them go. Huang Er fell in love with Wang Sheng's beautiful wife, so he falsely accused him and put him in jail. But on his way home, Huang Er let him go. The frogs in the pit were pulled into the water and drowned." Later, we didn’t know whether Wang Sheng was released from prison again or whether he won the first prize in the exam. But we read to the teacher diligently, "...the fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds...". When I woke up in the middle of the night, the kerosene lamp was still on. My mother was already asleep, still holding the half-filled shoe sole in her hand. Dad, who woke up from the heat, was sitting in the yard smoking. After a while, the sound of grinding sickle was heard. The strange song outside the window is still singing hard, just like the sound of my reading, it drags on for a long time... The more I read, the more I read, and the less time I have at home. But I still have a cry in my heart. Those bursts of frog sounds! Appreciation Persistence Zheng Haishuo A lifetime of vegetation and autumn is an extremely short period of time. So, I would like to ask: What do people live for? Do you need a persistent spirit in life? Because Sisyphus offended the gods, the gods punished him by pushing the boulder to the top of the mountain. However, due to his own weight, the boulder always rolled down, so Sisyphus had to go down the mountain and push it up again. The gods felt that there was no more severe punishment than this endless mechanical repetition of labor. Sisyphus, on the other hand, enjoyed it tirelessly and used every solid step to write about his unremitting pursuit and fulfilling life. This mythical story has become a symbol of the spirit of perseverance and worthiness. Persistence is such a diligent journey, an indifferent state of mind, a rigid spiritual temperament, and a moral integrity that stands tall and strong without desire. Persistence means "holding firm on the green hills and not letting go, no matter how windy the wind is from the southeast to the northwest." Perseverance means perseverance. In the face of the temptations that come one after another, it is as strong and stable as an anchor, stabilizing the wandering mind. Perseverance is forgetfulness and focus. It is a single-minded and concentrated pursuit and exploration. It is a perseverance and tireless exploration. Perseverance is passion. Investment is a deep attachment; persistence is also giving and giving, and it is a full-body pursuit. Modern society frees modern people from the shackles and imprisonment of various stereotypes and bad habits in traditional society. At the same time, it also provides modern people with a broader vision and richer life opportunities - a person has more needs and has more opportunities. More ways to meet needs. In the face of a complicated world, many people feel emptiness without attachment and loneliness with no support. It is precisely because of this that persistence has become a quality that modern people crave. Persistence is not only a need for survival, but also a need for the soul. After all, you can't live without something to attract you to move forward, nor can you live without running to catch up with this thing. Maybe we have run and still haven't caught up, but perseverance in order to pursue something is difficult, but it must also be a kind of happiness. No matter you are in a high-ranking official position, or you are in an ordinary street, whether you are running through the busy thoroughfares, or living in the countryside, only by being persistent can you ignore gains and losses, honor and disgrace, and reputation in the eyes of ordinary people, and can you live a proud life. Broad-minded and unrestrained. Persistence is a long-term investment in installments, and success is a one-time return on this investment. Being persistent in the career you love and pursuing success and gain should be the value and meaning of life. And only by persevering can you gain something. In ancient times, there was a Jingwei bird. According to legend, she was the daughter of Emperor Yan. She drowned while swimming in the East China Sea. She often carried trees from the Western Mountains to fill the East China Sea. This is the legend of the Jingwei bird, and it is also a spiritual example of persistence in life goals. For the sake of our career and life, we should always stick to persistence. The harvest may come sooner or later, big or small, but our persistence itself is a great harvest in life. Appreciate persistence and savor life. If weakness is the sorrow and helplessness of life, and escape is the sinking and loss of will, then persistence is the sublimation and eternity of ideals. Week 7 essay topic: When you are on the bustling street and look around, you almost think you have arrived in a foreign country, because brown hair, yellow hair, green hair are floating everywhere in front of your eyes... Please write your own essay based on this topic. Draft a topic and write an article of about 800 words. There is no restriction on the genre except poetry.