In daily life or work and study, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a literary style that is composed of words and expresses the meaning of a theme through language organization after human thought consideration. Do you always have trouble starting a sentence when writing an essay? The following is a collection of essays about time traveling and encountering Lu You that I have collected for everyone. It is for reference only. Let’s take a look at it together.
A sunny day on the 5th of January 1179
I revisited Kongming Mansion with admiration. There are mountains, pines and green grass here, and there is an ancient bell with red flowers. Stepping lightly on the green moss marks on the steps, you can see the compelling mountain scenery. Touching the light dust on the case, your thoughts are aroused; listening to the faint ringing of the bell, your mood is ethereal. At this moment, I feel like "this is a humble house, but I am the only one with virtue and kindness." In the distance, hundreds of spirits sang about Kong Ming's achievements, as if thousands of drums were beating in unison, and the boats and oars were turned into ashes as they talked and laughed. The green grass under my feet dances with today's memories, recalling the three visits to the thatched cottage and the feather fan and silk scarf. Thinking about the war in the northern frontier, I couldn't help but chant in my heart, "If you go out to show off your true name, who will be the best in the world?"
Thunderstorm night on November 4, 1200 AD
"White hair three thousand feet tall" , The fate is as long as the sorrow. "Now, I am old, but my heart is still in the northern sky, and I don't want to take it back for a long time. Seeing that the north is in danger, but I cannot go into battle to kill the enemy. Only "I lie down at night and listen to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dreams." I nourish my life and longing with poetry. Whenever I miss my hometown, I can only grab a handful of poems to explain the slander. I can only use poetry to guard my long-cherished wish. Let poetry gallop with the iron horse in the smoke-filled fighting room, and fill the void in your heart with heroism.
Snowstorm on December 1, 1210 AD
At this moment, I was dying, and my son was anxious to ask a doctor for me, but I calmly refused. Outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, today's Southern Song Dynasty is still singing and dancing, and the silk and bamboo are in disorder. People were intoxicated with drunkenness, and the whole city was soaked softly. It could no longer withstand the beatings of wind and rain. This overflowing fishy smell was like another few cuts on my weak and sick body. Chinese people no longer read poetry or ask about national affairs. They are so numb that they want to isolate themselves from the world. Only I will still turn my sharp poetry into a sharp halberd, my sarcastic tone into a flying arrow, my warning words into a hard shield, and throw them into the northern sky together! I will turn my blood into a rainbow and defend my country’s borders and homeland.
I know that my life is about to end, but I hope that my son will remember: "Wang Shibei Dingzhongyuan day, family sacrifices will not forget to tell Nai Weng!"