Keep the roots in your heart
There is a plant called the desert rose. It has no roots, but it can absorb water after drying up and maintain its original bright smile. Why? Because it has roots. Strong belief, eternal pursuit, and steady will are its roots.
When the fallen leaves return to their roots, the mentally and physically exhausted bird still misses the fiery land; the salmon migrates, and the weak and frail bird still misses the waters that exude the flavor of hometown; isn’t the private love of a black bird also an act of pursuing nostalgia? Okay? The root is the persistent pursuit and belief in the heart. Therefore, Li Bai had the root of "being able to crush his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful", and Qu Yuan had the root of "I am still kind in my heart, and even though I died nine times, I still have no regrets." Tao Yuanming has the root of "picking chrysanthemums in the east fence" without bowing down for five buckets of rice, and Ai Qing has the root of "I love this land deeply"... They are undefeated warriors, they may pursue the pursuit of famous mountains and rivers Elegance, or the heroic soul returning to Miluo, or the seclusion of enjoying the mountains and rivers, or the deep nostalgia for the motherland. Their roots will always shine with dazzling light, and they will always be flowers blooming on the land of the motherland.
Some people’s hearts are penetrated by ancient poems and will not wither easily. There are also many hearts that grow in clear springs and sweet rain and will not wither. Look at the dedicated Kong Ming, and you will understand that his roots will always bloom in the sweet spring of "quietness to cultivate one's morality, and frugality to cultivate virtue"; look at Martin Luther King, who embraces his dream, and you will understand that fighting for freedom is the key to freedom. His eternal roots; look at Cong Fei, whose voice lasts forever, and you will hear that song of love is his root... In this world, how many people like them are fighting for the cause of mankind. Unfortunately, however, modern man has lost many of his roots. The cool breeze and cold moon of the Twenty-Four Bridge in the past have turned into a highway and a waning moon; the purple smoke of the sun on the Xianglu Peak in the past has turned into an endless stream of tourists; the luxuriant grass on Parrot Island in the past has turned into bustling shops; even The essence of "people's servants" is also slowly degenerating. They use the guise of raising funds to develop enterprises to defraud people's money, and promote fake and inferior goods under the banner of showing love... Countless classical culture and cultural relics have been destroyed, and many Chinese Traditional virtues are becoming history. Should this make us realize: It’s time to regain our culture and find our roots.
Slowly, I understood: Jiang Nu’s cries, the moans under the Lei Feng Pagoda, and the sighs in the Tianhe River are also roots; I understand: in the winding path leading to the secluded place, the simple Zen room illuminated by the warm sun is the root. Our common roots, as well as the clear bells in the temples and the shining gold in the Yellow River, are the roots of our Chinese nation.
Yu Guangzhong said: "Fold a wider lotus leaf, wrap it with a piece of sunshine, and put it back among the Tang poems."
And I said: "Fold countless wider lotus leaves." Leaves, wrapped with countless roots in the heart."
Brief comment: A nation without roots needs to find its own cultural roots and return to the cultural river where it belongs to obtain regeneration and peace. Reinvention. This is the central content of the article. The article talks about the roots of the nation from the roots of nature; from the lifelong struggle for the cause of mankind for the roots of the nation, to the phenomenon that many cultural roots have been destroyed and many people have gradually forgotten their national roots. It is rich in connotation and also It reflects the author's profound literary skills. The full text is concise and profound, leaving people with endless thoughts.
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Hometown·Root Love
The afternoon sun crushed the white gardenia petals, leaving mottled clear shadows on the ground. I lay in the easy chair, breathing weakly...
I think I am getting old: my face is as rough and uneven as a walnut shell, my hair is white, my teeth have fallen out, and my body is covered with Dark brown spots. I lowered my head and looked at the soft soil. Maybe I would become one with them soon. The Crouching Dragon and the Prancing Horse will never be better than the loess!
At this moment, there were ripples in my heart. Once upon a time, the place called my hometown had such warm sunshine and such a piece of fragrant soil. I seem to see the green mountains and green waters in front of my house again, and smell the aroma of rice flying out of the kitchen of the old house...
I vaguely remember my childhood home, with green tiles and loess walls. There is a man living in the house who goes out early and comes back late every day. He likes to hold a cigarette in his mouth and sit on the threshold looking at his wife and children with a contented look on his face. The women in the house also work from dawn to dusk to take care of the housework and keep the house in order - they are my parents.
I vaguely remember my childhood naughtiness, catching fish and shrimps, and digging out bird eggs. Children held bamboo poles and branches and chased and played on the hillside until they were exhausted and their stomachs protested.
I vaguely remember the scene when the war came to my hometown. When I told my parents, "I want to fight against Japan and save the country," their eyes were red. This was the first time in my life that I saw the man in front of me - my father was so fragile. Under the oil lamp, my mother sewed drops of tears into the newly made clothes.
I vaguely remember that the girl with two pigtails and red eyes, "like a lilac with sorrow and resentment", stood at the entrance of the village waving her hands and calling "come back early". This sound gradually blurred until the figures of the departing relatives gradually blurred, and the sound disappeared in the wind.
Decades passed by in a blink of an eye.
The moment I set foot on this land called the Treasure Island of the Motherland with the army, I knew that my hometown was far away from me!
With a lifelong regret, I thought I would never go back to that old house. A few years ago, the mainland and Taiwan implemented indirect "three links", but I did not go back: things have changed and people have changed, and I don't know what to look for when I go back. What followed was the first time in decades that a Taiwanese businessman chartered a flight to visit relatives in the mainland. I didn’t go back because those relatives had turned into dust...
Now, I am old and will be leaving soon. passed away. My hometown, however, affects my nerves. After all, it is the place where I was born and raised. After all, it is the place where I am attached to in this life!
I would like to return to that small mountain village and lie beside my mother’s grave, just like fallen leaves returning to the earth.
No matter how high the kite flies, there is always a red thread tied to it; no matter how far the fallen leaves float, they always return to their roots!
I would like to lie on the land of my distant hometown forever one day in my twilight years, slowly and slowly turning into soil...
[Jane [Comment] Nostalgia is a topic that can never be finished or described, and it is a complex that can never be let go and lingering in the heart. The article sticks closely to the topic and uses fictional techniques to describe the story of an old man who left his homeland and set foot in Taiwan, longing to return to his hometown when he was old. The article switches roles and uses a first-person monologue to express the intense and deep "root" feelings vividly and create a truly touching atmosphere. The article is written in one go, with scene, emotion, reason and interest harmoniously unified. It can be regarded as a sentimental and colorful masterpiece.
What rich associations and imaginations can the role of “root” give us? This requires us to connect with life, reality and society. Only from deep roots can leaves flourish. We can think of: ① The foundation of how to behave in society, such as "filial piety", "honesty", "kindness", etc.; ② The foundation of achieving a career; ③ The foundation of governing a country - "Those who win the hearts of the people win." The world”. From the story of returning to one's roots when a leaf falls, we can think of: ① A wanderer misses his hometown; a child abroad never forgets his motherland; ② repay others, repay society, repay the motherland, etc. No matter how you associate it, you should start from the raw materials, extend it naturally, and expand it reasonably.
As soon as I think about it, there is so much content to write about. What to write? This requires looking at your own material accumulation and emotional accumulation. After deciding what to write, what we need to do naturally is to spread the wings of imagination and come up with clever ideas. This shouldn't be a difficult thing for us who are well-trained.