People praise the rainbow because its brilliance stems from its own seven-color brilliance; People praise youth because its brilliance comes from everyone's uniqueness.
I am red, I am lively and cheerful. At the poetry recital, my passionate recitation often wins warm applause again and again. In the speech contest, my speculative words aroused applause from the audience. At the party, my lyrical voice won applause.
She's orange. She's different. She likes to talk in class, but no one can understand her speech. Maybe it is too profound! She dares to "challenge" boys and look them in the eye. She will sneak up on you when you are not looking, attack your back and shout "You are so cute!" " "
She is yellow and always gives people a warm feeling. She has two little tiger teeth and always smiles sweetly at you. Stay with her for a long time, and you will feel that she will never grow up. My former deskmate commented on boiled water like this: tasteless but necessary. Writing, I saw her innocent smiling face again.
She is green, pure and quiet.
She is a lady. She will say "thank you" if she borrows your things. You help her pick up the book that fell to the ground, and she will say "thank you". But she also knows how to refuse. When a boy expresses his love to her, she will politely and resolutely refuse.
She is blue, strong and soft. She has both a tomboy side and a feminine side.
She is very beautiful. She often hides her eyes when she stays in the sea. She likes to laugh, revealing two sweet dimples. However, she likes to say "good morning" nervously! Whenever, no matter to whom. Her personality is easy to accept. With her, you will find that your range of friends has suddenly widened a lot!
She is melancholy and quiet. She doesn't speak loudly. She plays the violin well and writes well. "Quiet girls are always easy-going", yes, with her, you don't have to worry about what you did wrong.
She is purple, dignified and elegant. She has studied piano and can play many beautiful music. In a music class, the teacher invited her to play a song. The beating notes flow into people's hearts like gurgling water, like a beautiful fairy, and she is like a princess who controls the fairy-an extremely elegant princess in a fairy tale.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, our youth is wonderful because of personality!
Composition: Let life be wonderful because of reflection.
The eagle said: "Snails can climb to the top of the pyramid, and I also have the courage to reflect on myself, and I can spread my wings and soar in the blue sky." The green leaf said, "Red flowers are dazzling and unique. I have the courage to reflect, and I can also decorate the spring and bring people beautiful enjoyment." Xiaoxi said: "raindrops can penetrate clouds and land on the ground, but I have the courage to reflect, and I can also look down on mountains and rivers and work silently for mankind." You see, nature is listening to the way of "I save three times a day"; Listen, nature is singing "introspection, you are teaching me to grow up". Then, as a human being, how can you be indifferent after being Confucius?
Turning over the picture of history, vivid examples show us the elegance of those sages and people with lofty ideals.
Zou Ji in the victory period was not complacent because of the praise of his wife and concubine, but reflected on himself many times and finally came to the conclusion that it was not easy to speak frankly. Gou Jian, the king of Yue, was not defeated because of the pain of national subjugation. Instead, I reflected on myself many times and tried my best to eventually become a generation of masters. Madame Curie was not arrogant because of refining radium. She reflected on herself many times and continued to study hard, eventually becoming a two-time Nobel Prize winner.
There are countless such examples, but how can you just see other people's actions and be indifferent to yourself? Let's close the picture of history and look at today's heroes:
Deng Yaping did not fall down after repeated failures, but constantly reflected on himself, so he trained hard and eventually became the pride of the motherland; Brother Huang, the torture of illness failed to erode his heart. After many introspection, he realized that the love of the whole country is more important than everything else, and gratitude can only be repaid. So I embarked on a difficult and long journey of gratitude; Tai Lihua, facing the dark world, she didn't lose heart, but kept reflecting. My motherland needs me, so in a quiet place, life is brilliant now!
Introspection is the dawn, which can bring you the dawn of the new century; Reflection is sunshine, which can bring you infinite warmth; Introspection is a street lamp that can illuminate the road you walk at night; Introspection … friends, introspection is also our friend. Let's always remember it and treat it well, because life is more exciting because of introspection!
Be assembled and moved
If experience is shells, I am Bole who will collect shells; If memory is rubbish, I am a scavenger who picks up moving debris. In fact, a piece of flowers, a piece of spray, a piece of sincerity and a little love will also touch our hearts.
Endless maternal love
I remember there is such a heartfelt saying in Shimi's Chen Qingbiao: "I have no grandmother, and I have nothing to do today;" Grandmother has no ministers, and there is no end to her years. " It always makes people feel sincere. What about me? I saw a wisp of white hair on my mother's head, and suddenly a stream of heat rushed to my eyes. Just after the age of no doubt, why do I have white hair? Is it because of me?
Does disobedience bother you? Is it because I didn't do well in the exam that you are chilling?
Is it because of family financial difficulties that you are tired? Is it? . . . . Mom, white hair is the best testimony of your efforts. Now reliving this feeling, I can only complain why I didn't know "moved" earlier.
Pure friendship
"Once the sea was difficult for water, and gold and silver grew up." When I was a child, I played with my good friend (her), went to school together and caught loach together. One day, when we were swimming in the river, my leg suddenly cramped and seemed to sink gradually. I was so helpless, scared and at a loss. You dragged me ashore regardless of the danger. The cicadas on the willow branches recorded our pure friendship. Every friendship is worth cherishing, remembering and cherishing. I really want to send you the truest sentence: "a flower that has been picked for a long time is reluctant to throw it away after it withers;" An umbrella lasted for a long time, but I didn't remember to collect it when the rain stopped; A road has been walking for a long time, and it can't go to the end when it gets dark; It took me a long time to make it clear: it's good to have you! "
Responsible love
Is the existence of responsibility a test given to the world by Shenzhou VI?
5. 12 The Wenchuan atmospheric earthquake in Sichuan claimed tens of thousands of innocent lives. Looking at the horrible scene: collapsed houses, piles of tiles.
These pains worry me. The white, red and green souls are duty-bound to accept the mission. They held up the ark of life, leaving a sound of shouting. This voice is condensed with sweat, tears and blood. 65.438+0.3 billion Chinese sons and daughters are the eternal rear area for those survivors. Let's face the disaster bravely and turn grief into strength together. Because "catastrophe divided by1300 million = insignificant setbacks; A little love times1300 million = the ocean of love. "
Touched.
To be moved is to feel the heart and be moved by emotion. It doesn't need too many words, just a deep gaze. To collect those moments that touched my heart, to collect those memories that have been moved for a long time because of being moved, and to collect those inner spiritual shocks after being moved. After collecting these moving silhouettes in the past, I finally found that those moving small pieces pieced together are the moving oceans.
Might as well, you also try to collect your moving debris!
Happy collection
At home, when I saw the stamps collected by my parents, I saw a rich and wonderful world. At school, I saw some animal and plant specimens collected by students, and I felt the beauty of nature. So, I also want to collect a kind of treasure, but what should I collect? This gives me a headache. After some hard thinking, I finally thought of a good way: I want to use a favorite to collect my happiness.
Soon, I bought a favorite one. Look! Its appearance is a white background, with blue sky above it and several green leaves in the middle. On the two leaves in the middle, I solemnly wrote the word "happiness" in red. In my favorites, I designed three patchwork sections: happy life, happy honor and happy memories. Although beautifully made, the disadvantage is that it is blank inside. So, I strengthened my collection.
At the poetry recital, I passionately recited a song "I am proud, I am from China" and won the first prize of the school's "Singing the Motherland" poetry recital. Isn't this happiness? Isn't this happiness? I put the award certificate in the column of "Happiness and Honor". My happy collection has taken the first step. My exercises are published in the school newspaper. Isn't this another kind of happiness? I immediately put the newspaper in the section of "Happy Honor" and wrote a sentence on "Happy Life": "Today, my composition was published in the newspaper. I tasted the joy of success and felt the joy of growth. I am so happy! "
During the summer vacation, I participated in the "Beijing Summer Camp" organized by the Municipal Youth League Committee. We visited the Forbidden City and felt the long history and profoundness of China's traditional culture. In Tiananmen Square, we watched the flag-raising ceremony and experienced what is lofty and proud. On the campus of Peking University, we were baptized by the spirit of freedom and democracy. In the Olympic Village, we visited the "Bird's Nest" and felt the prosperity and strength of the motherland ... and took many photos. When I got home, I opened my favorites and put the photos in "Happy Memories". I am very happy with a smile in the photo. I wrote a passage in Happy Life to record the harvest of my trip to Beijing.
Collection doesn't have to be expensive. Isn't it good to have a happy collection? Can make us happy every day and make ourselves more optimistic!
You are also a unique landscape.
Why is the grass on the roadside taller than the towering trees? You have your own green.
White clouds in the sky, why are you deeper than the endless sky? You have your own free and easy.
Everything in the world shines with its own brilliance. Peony is attractive for its beauty and elegance, and chrysanthemum is amazing for its leisure and elegance. So there was Li Bai's "Clouds want to dress beautifully, and spring breeze blows the threshold to expose flowers", and Tao Qian's "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely". These are two different charms. For thousands of years, the world can't tell the difference between high and low, so it hastily created a "different charm" and left this problem to future generations. The ancients were so clever that they thought through this problem that would never have a result, "each has his own merits."
Everything in the world shines with its own brilliance.
Li Bai and Du Fu, both in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, had a great influence on later generations. Li Bai is an optimistic person. His poems are romantic and vigorous, and Du Fu is not Li Bai. His poems are vigorous and heavy, and are famous for their poetic history. Their poetic styles are closely related to their respective personalities. Because of their different personalities, they created different factions, so the world called these two completely different great poets "Du Li".
Just as everything in this world shines with its own brilliance, it is also a poet, each emitting its own charm; They are also great men, each with his own achievements.
Newton's painting is not famous as Mona Lisa, Leonardo da Vinci can't understand gravity, Einstein can't stand out on the battlefield like Eisenhower, and Lu Xun can't walk fast on the court. They are shining with endless brilliance within their own specialties. Imagine what history would be like if they gave up their own path. China has had idioms such as "learning from the East" and "learning from Handan" since ancient times, warning future generations at all times: You have your own style, you have your own way, you live according to other people's way, and you will eventually be spurned.
As the saying goes, willows are free and easy, and pine trees are magnificent. Every life shines with unique brilliance and shows infinite charm. You are also a unique landscape.
Be a man with a conscience.
In life, God always seems to favor those who make up their minds. It's really good. Being a conscientious person will light a bright light for your life and bring colorful light to your life.
To be a conscientious person, please pay attention to nature. Facing the sea, small waves that can swallow everything are reminiscent of freedom with infinite power, so Pushkin sang an impassioned "To the Sea". But please also pay attention to the rill flow. The campus song "Ding Dong in Spring" is still so fresh, natural and exciting. When you feel the thrill of the sea, do you also appreciate the "tranquility" contained in the spring sound of "Ding Dong"? Pay attention to plum blossom "when the mountain flowers are blooming, she laughs among the flowers", pay attention to weeds "wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze blows high" ... Pay attention to nature, and you will have more poetry and wisdom.
Be a caring person, please care about others. Do you know your parents, such as their birthdays and their spiritual needs? Needless to ask, their words and deeds remind you every day, as long as you have the heart, you will feel it and then send your care; Seeing passers-by riding uphill sweating, you extended a helping hand.
Hand ... Be a caring person, and you will gain affection and happiness.
To be a conscientious person, please pay attention to the world. If you pay attention to the situation that poor children in Africa don't have food and water to drink, you won't throw white steamed bread casually, and you won't take leaving the tap on as a trivial matter. If you notice that the Iraqi people live in a smoky and extremely turbulent environment all day, then you will not hate life and complain about God's injustice ... If you care about the world, you will feel happy and you will be more grateful.
Being a conscientious person needs your concern, your concern for everything in the world, and your heart becomes clearer and clearer in this concern.
Be a conscientious person, light the lamp of life and live a wonderful life!
Sixteen years old sky
At the age of sixteen, I have walked out of my childhood naivety; The season of sixteen is a dream season; I
Sixteen-year-old sky has beautiful dreams and growing pains.
"One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight up and cross the deep sea", a beautiful ideal is calling me. Shakespeare said: "Books are the nourishment of all mankind. Life without books is just like the earth without sunshine; " Wisdom without books is like a bird without wings. "I understand the importance of books to society and life. I love reading, and it is knowledge that gives me endless motivation to fly my dreams. However, I still long for a free and lively study life without the pressure of entering a higher school, rather than a study life submerged in the sea of questions all day. I am bittersweet and lead a unique sixteen-year-old life.
"I am a junior high school student, still playing computer. I really don't understand! " My mother's nagging came from my ear again. I had to turn off the computer reluctantly to separate me from happiness. I also know that you can't be addicted to playing computer, but you can't keep me away from the computer just because I am in grade three. I like playing computer games and listening to songs online, which is just a relaxation in my intense study and life. However, my lovely computer was banned by my mother. Break up for a while, my poor computer! I am distressed and helpless, and I will continue to live my sixteen-year-old life.
Sixteen-year-old sky is pure, the dream of mature life is colorful, let go of the tender throat and shout loudly, let go of carefree true feelings and childlike innocence; Let the tender face write the truth all over the sky, let the naive thoughts turn into clouds, let the magnificence of the clouds float into the distance, and let the distant hope come as soon as possible.
Sixteen-year-old sky should have our happiness, but it is more distress and helplessness. Nevertheless, my dream is still brilliant. Wandering and loneliness have taught me to be strong: even if I feel hurt, I will never cry.
Facing the sky, I shouted: Give me wings, I want to fly!
Farewell-a kind of courage
The fish bid farewell to the pond. Do you think she will die? No, she is pursuing her own river; The bird bid farewell to the bamboo cage. Do you think she will starve to death? No, what she pursues is her own mountain forest; The stone bid farewell to the mountain. Do you think he will be lonely? No, he is pursuing his own world. ...
Everything in nature is trying to say goodbye, because they have their own pursuits. I have to say: Farewell is a kind of courage.
Zhu Gekongming, who lives in Longzhong, likes farming and singing. He seems to have no intention of fighting, but he often compares himself with Guan Zhong and Le Yi, which shows that he has a long-term ambition to enter the phase. Therefore, even if Liu Bei doesn't stage a trip to the cottage, Zhuge Liang will come to recommend himself eventually. Because he bid farewell to the comfortable life in Longzhong and devoted himself to the arduous political struggle, which is a kind of courage.
Tao Yuanming was originally an official of the imperial court, but he hated the darkness of officialdom and pursued fame and fortune. Therefore, he abandoned his official position to live in seclusion, fame and wealth, because he had his own pursuit-"picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely." But he bid farewell to the powerful, abandoned the secular and devoted himself to the beautiful scenery, which was absolutely courageous.
Lu Xun devoted himself to medicine, hoping to save China by treating diseases, but he later discovered that China people not only suffered from diseases, but also suffered from mental and ideological diseases. Therefore, he abandoned medicine to join the army, picked up a pen to remove the pain of the soul for the people of China, and the integrity of "bowing down as a willing ox" also radiated from the pen tip, because he had his own pursuit-revitalizing New China. It is undoubtedly a kind of courage for him to bid farewell to medicine and embark on a long road of literature.
Now, I am sitting in the examination room of the senior high school entrance examination. It should be said that I am on the battlefield, just a pursuit-to fight with all my strength. I bid farewell to all distractions and stay in this battlefield. I seem to see the light of hope for victory. Isn't this a kind of courage?
Fish bid farewell to the pond and may face drying up; Birds bid farewell to bamboo cages and may face death; Stone may face loneliness when bidding farewell to the mountains, but they have their own beliefs, so they chose to bid farewell, shining with the brave light of heroes, and began their journey to find the place that suits them best. ...
A perfect poem
It's dawn. You held the baby in your arms and shook it. I'm climbing on your back now.
-"Earth, My Mother"
In your words, life has the most beautiful wings, bearing countless delicate emotions and measuring the height of life and dreams. Guo Moruo used his perfect poems to make us understand that only with a broad mind can we have deep true love.
How difficult it is for you to walk in China with hot poems. That perfect and fiery poem, like a bright lamp, lit up the muddled grip in the dark and let countless people see the light in the dark. And you have never given up the realm of pen and mind, and described a whole era with your perfect poems, denouncing the injustice and darkness of the times word by word. Because you are a child of the earth, you know that the road to crawling will not be blocked by thorns, so you sing your perfect poem and move on …
The passage of time may make the flourishing age a ruin and civilization a wasteland, but it will never erase your perfect poem and your pursuit and yearning for beauty. You have always been like a surging river. No matter how you fall and get up, you will eventually return to gentleness and reality. So we saw blood, tears, groans and shouts in your almost perfect poems. So you shout, run and pray for all those who suffer. We just watched this, the saddest scene.
Guo Moruo has been telling us about those strongest emotions. He gave each of us not only understanding and persistence, but also a kind of endeavor and struggle, which is why we cherish the memory of Guo Moruo. We also need a kind of endeavor, a kind of struggle, which is the real beating life. Always thank him for his perfect poems, telling us the true meaning of life and dreams.
Guo Moruo's perfect poems have become a boat in the long river of time, carrying us deeper into life and reaching our powerful hearts.
Perfect curtain call
-mourning for a generation of literary master Ba Jin
June 2005 10, June 2005 17, a huge era is over. This is the perfect curtain call.
Tchaikovsky's sixth symphony, "Pathetique", echoed sadly and solemnly in the funeral home. Above the hall hung a portrait of Mr. Ba Jin, who was lying quietly among the flowers. With Mr. Ba Jin gone, a perfect era belonging to him is over.
This is the perfect curtain call. We are sorry for your departure; You left, just like the light went out. But home, spring, autumn, fog, rain and electricity have not gone out. You left them in this colorful world, giving the soul a shelter from the wind and letting the four seasons unfold in the sun. In that uncultivated land, because of you, we learned to cultivate: a real pot head, a real shovel, a real plow accompanied by a gentle breeze and drizzle, birds and flowers, and a warm and real land under our feet.
I saw you coming from Bashan and Shushui. Your fiery blood, blooming smile and moment of meditation were all turned into ink drops and scattered on the rice paper because of this perfect curtain call. "Let me be a firewood, I am willing to burn myself into pieces and add a little warmth to the world." This is the perfect curtain call.
This is a true portrayal of you. "Give your heart to the reader" explains the purpose of your writing. "Telling the truth" has laid the foundation for your life. Your works have changed the life course of countless people, and shocked our souls with the unique breath of that era. Your soul is like a bright lamp, guiding us in confusion.
You are a mirror of the Chinese nation; He is a literary master admired by Chinese people; He is a capitalized man who has never lost his conscience under any circumstances. I think the best way to miss you is to review and taste your classic works and fulfill your unfinished wish.
Now, you are gone, quietly with love and blessings. This is the perfect curtain call.
Silent love
Life ends with the disappearance of the body, so missing becomes a way of mourning. Among countless pieces, I picked up some pieces and pieced them together into a person.
My father has been in poor health, and I have lived in my grandmother's house since I was a child. When I was 7 years old, because of my mother's work, I returned home-a complete stranger's home. My father has a bad temper, and my mother is patient everywhere, but I have never seen a smile on his face, as if becoming a veteran of the family is worthy of the name.
He stipulates that dinner must be served before six o'clock every night. Once, my mother cooked fish and ate dinner very late. My father sat in the plush chair without saying a word. The slightly fat body drive is like a rusty kettle. Once heated, it can boil. I dare not go near it for fear that it will explode. It seems that once the gate is opened, angry words will flood in.
Therefore, every day I obey the rules and dare not break the rules. One day, because the bus was late for work, it was already half past six when I got home. I am hesitant, and I have been afraid to enter the door and wander around the house. Father dragged his sick body to open the door and found me at the door. I turned and ran away. Before I could, I felt my shoulder loose and my schoolbag had been taken off. Does he want to hit me? I didn't dare to think much. My father just patted me on the head and took me in. "Are you hungry?" Seeing me nod, I kept putting food into the bowl.
With the aggravation of my studies, I go home later and later, and that rule gradually exists in name only, but my father will still sit in the plush chair and shake his kettle-like body back and forth, waiting for my mother and I to come back for dinner.
Day after day, year after year, finally one day the figure in the plush chair disappeared ... Only my mother would have dinner before six o'clock and then wait for me to go home.
Whenever night falls, I seem to hear his roar in my ear again, and poker sees a grumpy and stubborn father smiling. I know that there is a saying that he has been deeply buried in his heart and has never been able to say it from his closed mouth: "I love you, son!" " "
Footprints of youth
Time is like a river, from ancient times to the present, how many footprints of youth have flowed away; Time is like a meat cleaver, how many youthful footprints have been carved from ancient times to the present.
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Lens one
The night is as cool as water, and you sit alone in front of the bronze mirror and stare at yourself in the mirror. Tomorrow Palace will never have such a face. Tomorrow you will marry a foreign country and a husband you have never met. Thought of here, the tears in my eyes fell and splashed on the bronze mirror. You pick up the pipa and come to the bamboo forest in front of the door. The breeze blows, and you play that favorite song, that homesick song.
Long hair like clouds flutters with the wind, and moonlight shines on bamboo forests. Your mind goes back to three days ago. In that magnificent palace, when the emperor asked who would marry the Xiongnu leader outside the Great Wall, you, Wang Zhaojun, decided to get married in front of all the officials. A "I" who hit the floor changed the direction of your life.
Everyone knows the pain in your heart, but you resolutely set foot on the endless yellow sand qingqing grasslands outside the Great Wall.
Lens 2
In the dark prison, rats and cockroaches scurried about on the ground. You are sitting alone in the corner of the prison, looking at the top of the prison, lost in thought. Eight months ago, you, Kang Youwei and Liang Qichao promoted the reform and political reform together. At that time, you were full of confidence in the future of the motherland, devoted to saving the country and the people, and did not fear the power of Cixi.
However, the day before yesterday, Cixi ordered the search for reformists and abolished the political reform. All your efforts are reduced to ashes, but you are unwilling to die and don't want to escape. You are determined to bleed for reform.
Finally, you walk into the cell. "Knock, knock" footsteps came from the prison. You know, this is the escort officer. Today is your beheading day. You dragged the heavy anklet out of the cell, and the friction between the anklet and the floor echoed in the cell for a long time.
On the prison car, you look at the people in the street and feel heartbroken. You despise those stupid rulers from the bottom of your heart You laugh at the sky and say, "I laugh at the sky with a horizontal knife, and I guard my courage." What a hero!
Tan Sitong, the footsteps of your youth turned into blood splashed on the butcher knife, and dyed the eastern sky red.
Lens 3
In a crowded gymnasium, you play on the basketball court. The tall basketball stand, smooth floor and bouncing basketball are your favorite in this life.
You are called "Oriental Giant", and you entered the NBA of the United States from CBA in China. You inherited the will of a foreign dragon. You broke through many obstacles with superb skills, and you threw your basketball into the basket. The basketball made a beautiful arc and slammed into the basket. Let the whole world look at you with new eyes.
We know you, "Little Oriental Giant"-Yao Ming. You have traveled all over the youth of NBA.
Conclusion: Maybe we will never find all the footprints of youth, but we have printed brilliant footprints of youth in our minds.
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