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No. 1
The sunset touched me.
The poem "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, and the night before it is buried" touched many people's hearts, which originated from Li Shangyin's love for the sunset. But the recent encounter with the sunset also made me daydream about the sunset. Sunset, such a broken sun, touched my heart from that moment.
On Saturday, the happy bell rang, and all the students cheered, took up their schoolbags and prepared to go home. I can't lie on the table and I don't want to move. Why? For a chemistry test paper that makes me feel ashamed, and for me to be speechless in the face of the teacher's 76 points. I wanted to reflect for a while, but I was kicked out of the classroom by the labor Committee on the grounds of mopping the floor. Standing in the corridor, still lying on the railing. Tears have come out, I just asked myself a thousand times why I was so careless. I am eager, eager for God to give me a dose of "regret medicine" and let me take the exam again. Look up at your favorite blue sky. In a flash, this casual look made me find a small beam of sunshine on the old tree next to the canteen, and I followed that beam of light to find the light source. This is the sunset, this is the sunset in the west. This kind of scenery is rare. An old tree, with no green leaves, has a red sun at its top. The setting sun dyed the light blue sky dark red. When I was still immersed in such beautiful scenery, I looked up again. Why did the sun become half? I didn't want to enjoy the sunset for half a day, so I ran to the third floor, grabbed the railing and caught a glimpse of her beauty. Perhaps it is this rare beauty that makes me have to put my unhappiness and loss aside for the time being. When I saw the complete sun again, I actually smiled happily. Looking at the beautiful sunset, my mind suddenly flashed a series of doubts: why did today pass so casually? What will happen tomorrow? Will there be such a pleasant sunset?
However, after a while, I realized that we were unknown masters. What will happen tomorrow is up to its owner. It is an eternal fact that the sun rises and the sun sets. I don't care whether there will be a sunrise or a sunset tomorrow, as long as there is a sun in your heart. Similarly: I don't care if you give up halfway, as long as you have a belief in your heart. When the tears are dry, it is always useless to fantasize about the sky. Only by constantly summing up experience and sharpening our will in the recovery of mountains and rivers can we wait for the joy of a bright future with peace of mind.
Unconsciously, the sunset no longer exists, leaving only a young boy who was moved by the sunset in the silent campus with a loud voice: "Go home!" "
second
The rainy night touched me.
In the ethereal night, there came the sound of falling rain.
People were stunned by the quietly falling rain, so there were no elegant people walking leisurely on the road, and the clear people who didn't want to get wet by the rain accelerated their pace of going home. The ethereal night becomes far and long. The silent house in the rain at night forms a sound wall.
I, in this rainy night package, stood by the foggy window, drawing circles on the window with my fingers, as if trying to trap related memories. At night, all the colorful scenes outside the window no longer exist, and the noisy world during the day seems to disappear in the patter of rain. Rainy nights limit people's activities, so staying in a quiet environment, imagination is always particularly far away, especially focused. A layer of water mist was scraped off round and round, and soon the second layer of fog came up. Standing in front of the window, it seems that you can't see any images, but people actually see farther.
In fact, the scene of rain at night is not so beautiful. Crowded environment, muddy roads and falling petals ... However, the poetry of going to self, simplicity and tranquility in rainy nights comes to mind one after another. Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night is a typical example. It is in this deep and impenetrable package that Gong Zizhen's dedication beauty of "falling red and heartless, turning into spring mud to protect flowers" touched my heart even more. Charcoal sellers are still walking through the vast snow, which seems to have the same effect as the rain at night. The market in the sky suddenly became simple and naive, and I opened my heart to the empty space in the search for the lost sky in the rainy night.
In fact, the expectation in the rainy night is not slim. Waiting people looked at the dim lights in the distance, and their hearts gently shot grievances: Daiyu woke up and cried with tears on the wooden boat left by Baoyu; Li Qingzhao missed her husband's sadness because "people are thinner than yellow flowers and can't afford much worry"; Chang 'e thought of her husband's heart, but unfortunately, she ate the elixir angrily and passed away. The white snake under Leifeng Pagoda looks forward to Xu Xian's peerless love. ...
In fact, the imagination in a rainy night is not empty, just depends on your state of mind.
In the ethereal night, my thoughts are released. I enjoy the solitude and tranquility. I stand quietly, savoring the mystery of my residence, and my heart is touched and enlightened. What touches my heart is the rain at night.
No, number three.
Maternal love. Moved me.
Tibetan antelope is a tough animal, living in the Qinghai-Tibet prairie, where it is a bright pearl. But you know what? The natural Tibetan antelope also has a tearful side. There is an article called Worship of Tibetan Antelope. After reading this article, I can't be calm for a long time. ...
This story tells the story of a hunter hunting on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. One morning, he came out of the tent and saw a fat Tibetan antelope. He was so happy that he took out his shotgun and aimed at the Tibetan antelope. Suddenly, the fat Tibetan antelope knelt in front of the hunter with two tears in his eyes. The hunter was stunned. Seeing such a scene for the first time in his 30-year hunting career, his heart not only softened. But a hunter must be a hunter. As soon as he closed his eyes and pulled the trigger, the Tibetan antelope fell with the sound. After the killing, the hunter did not deal with it immediately, but it took several days to start work. When he cut open the abdomen of the Tibetan antelope, he was shocked: he found that a young antelope had formed in the antelope's womb. It turns out that Tibetan antelopes bow their heads to keep their children alive! The hunter's butcher's knife crashed to the ground and the hunter's shadow disappeared from the grassland.
That mother left a deep impression on me. She made me understand how great maternal love is! I believe that mother Tibetan antelope knows how risky it is to beg that heartless hunter, but if she escapes, there is not even a glimmer of hope for life! If there were no children, maybe the Tibetan antelope would run away, but it had children, and it made such a bad decision for the safety of the children. Everything a mother does is not for her children.
Think about the great mother of Tibetan antelope, and my mother's shadow also comes to mind. My mother loves me very much and is inseparable from me. For me, she would rather do something she doesn't like. I heard that my mother ate all the nutritious things when she was pregnant with me. My mother likes hot pot best, but the book says that eating spicy food is not good for the fetus. My mother swallowed for ten months. My mother especially hates the taste of walnuts, but walnuts are nutritious for the fetus. My mother wants to "sacrifice herself for others" for me.
Mothers all over the world are the same. They will devote all their energy to their children and even give their lives for them, just like the mother of Tibetan antelope. Every time I think of the sight of the Tibetan antelope bowing its head, my heart is shocked. I can't forget those two crystal tears, and I can't forget that bow, because it is full of sadness and great maternal love.
There is a song that sings well: "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby …" That's right! How great and important the mother is.
fourth
Romantic figures through the ages have touched my heart.
Looking forward to the romantic figures at all times and all over the world, watching the rut of history turn around, leaving brilliant traces and touching my heart.
Xiang Yu touched my heart. This overlord, who is "energetic and indomitable in adversity", is an almighty who can turn the tide in the chaos of governors, a Wang Jun who makes all governors obey, a general who burns his bridges and inspires his soldiers, and refuses to cross the river in the next world war. A golden halberd spilled blood on the battlefield. I feel sorry for him because he lost face in establishing hegemony.
Su Shi touched my heart. Dongpo, in the shock of "picking up all the cold branches and refusing to live, lonely sandbanks are cold", realized that Confucianism pushes others, Buddhism is equal, Taoism cherishes life and gathers the essence of many families, thus casting a detached and open-minded life of "no rain, no rain" and "no sunshine". I applaud him.
Sima Qian touched my heart. Sima Qian suffered the humiliation of injustice and imprisonment because "a generation of monarchies hurt the silkworm room, and a thousand years of history went back to Longmen". In order to fulfill his father's last wish and his own ideal, he spent a difficult month in prison and finally wrote Historical Records, which will be read through the ages. I commend him for his perseverance.
Van Gogh touched my heart. Impressionist painter Van Gogh gave up his family fortune to explore an undiscovered new world. As for his family, his family was the largest art dealer in Europe at that time, and almost controlled the European art market. He can cater to fashion for profit, but he disdains it. His ideas are ahead of the times and it is difficult to be accepted. Finally, in an unknown corner of Paris, Van Gogh bloomed his last beauty like his sunflower. He committed suicide in a golden wheat field, just like his pursuit of light. I appreciate his persistence.
Seeing how many romantic figures at home and abroad have touched my heart: Han Xin is rich and strong because of the humiliation of his legs, Zu Di smells chickens and dances, life is Picasso of art ... The chapters they edited, their quality and their spirit are the soul treasures in human history. I want to learn from their spirit and make my life different.
All their history has been integrated into history, no matter how people praise or criticize it, but the traces they left are dancing silently and touching my heart.
Fifth place
The rain beads touched my heart.
"Good rain knows the season, when spring comes." This is Du Fu's view on spring rain. "When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, it talks about the rain at night." Li Shangyin's autumn rain thought: "The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy." It is Su Shi's fresh feeling after the rain ... The rain beads touched the hearts of many literati. She also stirred up beautiful ripples in my heart.
In the dead of night, what a pleasant thing it is to lie in bed and listen to the rain beating on the window glass! Sometimes it is urgent, such as inspirational music. Sometimes it's soft, like a lullaby to make people fall asleep. At this time, as long as you calm down, you can hear the heartbeat of Polygonatum odoratum and feel her breathing. At this time, I will think of Lu You, who is also lying in a lonely bed, chanting: "Sleeping at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream." At this moment, the soul will be moved and shocked by Lu You's strong patriotic feelings.
The rainy night ignited a strong patriotic feeling in my heart, and she deeply touched my heart.
In the noisy classroom, raindrops violently hit the white glass, such as thin drums. The shower came quietly when we didn't expect it. The sound of rain caught my eye and stopped at the tip of a leaf. I watched the raindrops slide down the leaves, drawing a beautiful arc, like a meteor across the night sky. Suddenly, an idea sprouted in my heart-cherish time. "I live tomorrow, and tomorrow will be wasted" suddenly occupied the space for thinking. Cherish every inch of time, you won't regret this life!
Rain, write two precious words in my heart. She touched my heart deeply.
Walking in the quiet street, although it is raining, I don't want to take an umbrella. At this time, the rain did not sting the shoulders like summer rain, but comforted like a pair of gentle hands. Soft rain, set off the thoughts in my heart. In the busy study, I have no time to take care of my distant relatives. With the needle of missing, I can still remember the warm picture in my heart.
Soft rain reminds me of a warm and fragrant heart, which deeply touched my heart.
Tasting rain is also an interpretation of life. Life is like rain, beating gongs and drums in your heart, even if it is small, it will touch the petals in your heart and give off a lingering fragrance. ...
Sixth
Nature touched my heart.
The morning breeze blows through the pine forest; Sunset swept the grass and picked up Zhuji; Butterfly wings beat flowers and dance lightly; Green leaves fall in the morning dew, refracting sunlight. How wonderful everything is! What wonderful things nature has given us! It touched my heart deeply.
Stubborn grass
Last summer, when I was walking on the cement paved road in my school, I found a dog's tail grass standing resolutely in the gap of a cement slate. It is still very young and curious about the world. It is lonely because it has no companions, but it is proud because it has overcome extremely hard rocks. "The tempering is still tough, and the east, west, north and south winds." Yes, I also want to learn from this grass. No matter what happens, I will face it firmly, break the "rock" and stand proudly! It-this tenacious grass, deeply touched my heart.
Feeding ants
That time, on the way home, a black line came into my eyes. Oh! It's a group of ants. Ants carry some white food on their backs. They marched in two teams, which were long and could not see the head or the tail. Ah, a black line that never stops. They, United and hardworking ants, deeply touched my heart.
A flash in the pan
People often use a flash in the pan as a metaphor for rare and rare things, which disappear quickly as soon as they appear. Have you ever seen epiphyllum? When the flowers bloom, they are beautiful: white petals, yellow stamens, sunny, exquisite and elegant gestures fascinate me, and the refreshing fragrance intoxicates me, even if it is only for four or five hours? People live in this world just to live a full and wonderful life. What's the point of living like this if they are mediocre? It-Epiphyllum, deeply touched my heart.
Nature, colorful and wonderful, has made me realize a lot of truth. It needs people to discover and understand its beauty, and that is the real beauty. Nature touched my heart.
Seventh place
Beautiful poems touched my heart.
Vivid language can vividly express beautiful scenery, beautiful things and touching things. After studying so many articles and ancient poems in eight years, there will be many words worthy of long-term analysis and treasure forever.
The language of ancient poetry represents the essence of China's 5,000-year-old language, and every sentence touches people's hearts.
Spring has arrived, and people's favorite spring is always so vibrant, positive and full of hope. Walking in spring is a beautiful thing. Some friends, big and small, are walking in Chun Er, humming a tune, swimming in the river, taking a nap under the tree, closing their eyes and listening to the beauty of spring. In late spring, spring is going away, but not too early. The beauty of "spring evening flowers and clothes shoes" is still worth our perception.
In summer, there are beautiful lotus flowers and lotus leaves here. Many people go back to Hangzhou West Lake to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the West Lake and the lotus leaves full of ponds there. People near the railing of the pavilion are quietly enjoying the beautiful scenery, as if it is no longer hot in this hot summer, and they are all immersed in the beautiful scenery and intoxicated.
Mid-Autumn Festival, an important festival in China, has a Mid-Autumn Festival party every year, and there are Mid-Autumn Festival words every time. Su Shi's "Mink Head" has occupied all the beautiful words, and this "Mink Head" has occupied people's hearts.
On Mid-Autumn Festival, Su Shi was alone, and his brother was far away from home because of his demotion and his wife's death. I can't reunite with my relatives. I enjoy the moon together. I can only drink alone with the moon and raise my glass from time to time. Asking for the moon: I don't know what year the palace is. "I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid I'm poor. It's too cold at the top of the mountain. Dance to understand the shadow and what it looks like on the earth. "Although you can't reunite with your loved ones, you can enjoy the moon with them. But there are palaces on the moon. Although it is sad, how can heaven be as beautiful as the earth? The world is still beautiful!
Why is the moon always so round when people are away? "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain or shine. This matter is ancient and difficult. " Although the Mid-Autumn Festival night is very sad, I still comfort myself and let us know that there is nothing so perfect in the world, and the perfect thing will not last long. I just hope that "I hope people will live for a long time."
The charm of ancient poetry is irresistible. Learn it, use it, analyze it and cherish it forever.