A candidate in Beijing
Fu Lei once gave the following concepts to "high art": happiness without lewdness, sadness without resentment, elegance, elegance and naturalness, no putting on airs, going too far, being vulgar and showing off skills. The peace, stability and tranquility embodied in this advanced art have been confirmed in Beijing Opera.
In terms of plot, Beijing opera is peaceful. It doesn't attract people by stimulating the emotions of the audience. Beijing opera doesn't want the audience to laugh and cry, and the feelings are intense. Beijing opera is beautiful only when the plot is clear. Old plays such as Ning Wuguan and Ma Siyuan, once famous and starring famous actors such as George W. Cui Hua, were gradually abandoned because of their tragic and complicated plots. "Wu pen Ji" is just singing the jokes in "eighteen and a half" Nowadays, dramas such as Yu Tang Chun, Picking up Jade Bracelets, Long Fengxiang and Selling Water are often staged, with simple and peaceful plots.
Accompaniment, Beijing opera is stable. During the Cultural Revolution, the old lady's words were inserted in the violin in the "innovative" model opera accompanied by the piano, which made people feel uncomfortable. Only Jinghu and singing live in peace. Just like the flowing water in Wujiapo and Zuoguan, with Jinghu Lake, there will be an integrated sense of stability.
In terms of performance and style, Beijing opera is peaceful. Beijing opera never emphasizes violence or blood. For example, self-immolation in Farewell My Concubine, Drunkenness of the Imperial Lady, Xie Yaohuan's Suffering, Suicide by Touching a Monument and the war scenes in various dramas are all artistic and abstract based on the principle of "showing the truth and using it expensively", emphasizing physical beauty, touching beauty or characters' thoughts and feelings. Mei and Yu, the two most popular schools, both take tranquility and elegance as their greatest styles: Cheng School does not sing or sigh, and Ma School is not provocative or passionate. Peking Opera is neither Chun Xue written by Beijing writers such as Ling Shuhua nor Xialiba people who comment on the opera. It takes the doctrine of the mean as its content and tranquility as its style.
But in today's society, Peking Opera should develop, innovate, keep pace with the times and not be complacent. Beijing opera, as Zhang said, should bring forth the old and bring forth the new. This "pushing" is not only "promoting excellent traditional operas" but also "pushing backward principles". Beijing opera should stand in the position of "national quintessence" in continuous innovation!
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There are two main reasons for getting full marks in this exam composition: First, the materials are fresh. This article is probably unique among all the reference candidates in Beijing this year. The second is clever interpretation. The examinee is probably a Beijing opera fan who loves and is familiar with Beijing opera, but not every Beijing opera fan can write this article well. The wisdom of candidates lies in the fact that Peking Opera is "peaceful, steady and serene". If Peking Opera wants to keep pace with the times, it cannot be complacent. Always buckle the word "An", don't leave an "An" everywhere. This provides an excellent example for candidates with a certain specialty to use their own expertise to write.
Leave it till tomorrow.
A candidate in Tianjin
"Which boy is not in love and which girl is not in love."
At the end of the second year of high school, she and I were unfortunately called "in love" and "in love with spring" by Goethe.
The "red line" is literature, and the tabloids of the school literature club put my articles together with her poems, so she and I are both members, and we were deeply impressed when evaluating each other's works. Her poems are pure and a little hazy, and my prose is passionate. After a period of "learning" and "collision", I finally got a feeling, and I like her a little. I am very introverted and timid, afraid to go to her classroom to solve Qiu Wang, just like grass waiting for the weekly literary club activities.
I found that she seemed to have a crush on me. There are more than 20 "writers" in the literature club, more than half of whom are talented women, but she just sits next to me and smiles at me from time to time.
Therefore, I often talk to my teacher about "blue sky and yellow flowers are tight in the west wind and wild geese fly south in the north", "where there are fragrant hills in the end of the world", "poetic dwelling" and "reed of thought". She talked to me about Tagore, Whitman, Gu Cheng and North Island. Say it again, it's vivid. Other "members" often laugh and play during recess, but she and I always respect each other. I have heard from experienced adults that this is a sign of "good".
She and I are really good. There is no clear statement, but there is a connection.
Some people will joke or accuse me: I dare to fall in love at an early age. In fact, I have always opposed the word "puppy love". Lin Daiyu and "Bao Ge" two of a kind are only teenagers; Cui Cui was older when she had a crush on Raú rno, and she was only a little over 14 years old. Juliet and Romeo are definitely "puppy love", one is 14 years old and the other is 17 years old; Victor, who was troubled by love, was originally a "teenager". These are eternal songs. Why did it become a heinous crime when you came to me? What's more, we only talk about literature, never talk about "love", and we won't hold hands to feed in broad daylight like those low-quality students, without even thinking about it furtively. She and I are both very pure young people and good students with high spiritual level. If we have to be accused of "puppy love", then we are just Platonic "spiritual love".
Senior three, the literature club closed, and I rarely see her again (our school is very big). Email has become the main way of our "spiritual love". Once, I boldly wrote a fiery "love story" in my letter, and it took a long time to receive her reply.
"I always regard you as my best classmate and my trusted brother. If it is really predestined friends, please leave it for tomorrow! Ok? "
I know, she is more rational than me. If it's as she predicted, my tomorrow, no, it's me and her tomorrow. It must be oak trees and kapok trees bathed in sunshine and spring rain.
Wait for tomorrow with sincerity and sweat.
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The author of this paper boldly dealt with the emotional problems of middle school students, but he handled them very skillfully. What people see from the article are two healthy, active, knowledgeable and self-controlled middle school students. Finally, the "leave it to tomorrow" in her reply not only ended the narrative of the story, but also cleverly pointed out the topic. The article is unique in material selection, good in conception, rich in content and fluent in writing, which can be said to be a masterpiece with both literary beauty and quality.
There is no applause.
A candidate in Jiangsu
I stood uneasily at the starting line. 1000 meters, I stared at the gun in the starter's hand and didn't feel black. It's like I got shot after I got shot.
I was hooked by a duck, and there was no one in my class, so I had to choose at random. So the neglected project 1000m fell on my head.
I told myself that this is the beginning, and a good beginning is half the battle. So, as soon as the gunshots rang, I rushed out and spared no effort. After running the first corner, the students in the stands were surprised to find that I surpassed a large group of strong opponents, the first one was actually weak.
I heard cheers. Warm, loud, full of tracks, all over the sky. Most importantly: this applause belongs to me. I just ran 100 meter, and I feel that the whole race is mine.
What a good start. I have a terrible idea: to win the championship.
After running half a lap, I ran to the side far from the stands. Away from the noise, the runway was extremely deserted, and only a few pickets stood blankly.
I feel tired. Very tired. The initial momentum has long since disappeared. Footsteps behind me, I can't turn back. A tall man has passed me. I don't see any fatigue. I know I can't win the championship this time, but the runner-up is not bad. Then another man passed me.
Three.
Four.
……
There was darkness before my eyes. When my opponents passed by me one by one and came to the stands again, I was the last one. I'm too tired to fight. I looked up, hoping that the stands would give me some applause and let me regain my courage. After all, I got off to such a good start. However, no one cheered.
The people in front responded with a flood of applause. When I passed by, the stands were like the ebbing sea, and my heart was like a small stone, which was silently thrown in.
The front runner ran away. They breathe evenly and have a rhythm. I'm beginning to understand that long-distance running requires late efforts. I finally figured it out that the race is not for starting, but for hitting the line. Although I had a brilliant start, compared with a horse that can jump ten steps, I am still just a vain horse. Although I began to look like a hero, I was forgotten in the sprint.
Cheers suddenly sounded, and I looked back with surprise, only to find that the high jump venue that had just broken the record was frequently greeted by my classmates.
I gave a wry smile: in fact, I shouldn't have dreamed a brilliant ending of a game for me at all. I continued to shuffle along. Like crawling. The runner in front has finished running, and I still have 100 meters.
Theoretically, it is the distance of sprint, and my sprint makes me speechless. However, I found that the people in front were all at the starting line. Waiting for me. They are just waiting for the end of the game, I know, but I am still very touched. After all, I have not been forgotten. This clumsy sprint is equally eye-catching.
I began to smile. I have a brilliant beginning and a proud ending. My feet measured the distance of 1000 meters like champions.
I continued to sprint, sprinting on the runway where no one applauded. ...
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This article tells the story of a failed long-distance race. "I continued to sprint, sprinting on the unappreciated track ……", indicating that he failed in the competition, but "my feet measured the distance of 1000m like a champion", indicating that his "process" was also rich and substantial. The biggest highlight of this article lies in its unique theme, which is manifested in two aspects: first, the theme of writing sports competitions is not new in students' pen, but few people dare to use it to write the topic of "cockscomb, pork belly and leopard tail", so this article is unique compared with other candidates' selections; Second, the general articles about sports competitions always focus on the winners, but this article has written a "I" failed competition. This perspective leads to a conclusion that the theme is novel.