I once had a dream that I was the person who won the Nobel Prize in Literature after Mo Yan. When I won the prize, everyone applauded me. At that time, I was almost excited. When I saw my family, I finally couldn't help crying with excitement. ...
But I know it's just my dream. ...
Literature refers to the art of using language and words to intuitively reflect the objective reality and express the writer's inner world, including poems, essays, novels, plays, fables, fairy tales and so on. It is an important manifestation of culture, which expresses inner feelings in different forms (called genres) and reproduces social life in a certain period and region. Only people with thorough literature can make the past serve the present, know astronomy above and geography below.
I once read a sentence: all successful works have nothing to do with utilitarianism. As the saying goes, "Three hundred poems of the Book of Songs were probably written by sages in a rage", not only the Bible, but also Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Su Shi, Xin Qiji, Li Qingzhao and Liu Yong ... which poet became famous in one fell swoop? So are other literary works. Only by getting rid of the utilitarian heart, that is, sticking to the original heart, can we create excellent works. In fact, there are also some people who write works entirely for their own self-interest, just to be famous. Such people don't accompany them to become great men. Mo Yan is like this. He is low-key and peaceful. This is also the premise for him to get Nobel Prize in Literature. Only a person with such a peaceful mind can hope to become a "writer". I also hope to write such a good book one day and dedicate all my wisdom, heart and knowledge to my motherland. No one is born a genius. All great men grow up step by step with the efforts of little by little sweat. I admire them very much.
Literature is not difficult to say, simple is not simple. Just three words: hard work, persistence and struggle. The next thing, as the name implies, is success. Literature, as long as it loses its reason, will never get literature. Don't think it's good to be a great man, sometimes it just adds trouble to yourself. Be an unknown person, concentrate on doing your own thing, and don't rely too much on others. Others can't help you for life. What they give you is only temporary sweetness.
It takes countless hardships to taste the sweetest. There is an idiom called "bitter first, then sweet". People who suffer first will never grow up. Often some celebrities grow up in adversity, write excellent works and become famous from then on.
Mo Yan has a hollow reputation and sticks to his true heart. Just as Mo Yan doesn't write to win prizes, we shouldn't lose his sincerity for superficial fame. We should stick to the pure land of the soul and let people blossom everywhere.
Therefore, there is only one way to truly understand literature and write good works, that is, don't lose your mind, stick to your initial intention, work wholeheartedly for literature, and stick to it to the end, so that 99% of your efforts and 99% of your sweat will become 1% success! Literature only sticks to the initial heart!
The beauty of the goshawk lies in that the sky gives it a stage to show its vigorous and heroic posture, such as the speed of an arrow; The beauty of snow lies in that the earth gives it a stage to show its pure body, such as the soul of water; The beauty of the stars lies in that the night sky gives it a stage to show its bright light and fantastic mystery; The beauty of mankind lies in the stage that society has given us, so that we can spend our youth on the stage of life and forge the future. Perhaps the road ahead will be full of thorns and muddy, but only by persisting can we overcome difficulties and obstacles, reach the palace of success, reach the other side of victory, bloom beautiful light and harvest a brilliant life.
Jim furyk, one of the American golf stars, experienced many hardships when he was young. The death of his mother deprived him of the care of his maternal love; After that, he could only live with his grandmother, and the days when his parents didn't pay attention made him realize the hardships of life. However, the god of fate did not care for him, but caused him trouble again and again, causing him to change his residence frequently; The confusion of study made him at the bottom of almost every exam. He wanted to change, but repeated efforts brought him repeated failures, and he fell into extreme inferiority.
Just when he was depressed, he found a group of children playing golf on the grass. He has never been exposed to such a thing before. Out of curiosity, he proposed to attend. As a result, he shot ten times in a row, which was very successful. He enjoyed the joy of success for the first time. After returning home, he happily told his grandmother about it. In the next few days, he made a club himself and practiced on the grass alone. Grandma saw it and thought that he had finally found his own stage, so she sent him to a vocational middle school in Florida, because there was a golf tournament there every year. Encouraged by his grandmother, he began to learn golf. After continuous efforts and perseverance, I finally became famous in the professional competition in Florida in 20xx.
Golf gave jim furyk an expectation, which made him forget his failure in study and cheer up. By his own efforts, he finally found his own stage. On this stage, he showed, demonstrated, persisted and succeeded. He realized his own life value, and also let us gain something: as long as we don't lose heart, don't be discouraged, and persist, we will find our own stage one day.
A fallen star can't cover all the stars in the sky, and a withered flower can't waste the whole garden. Temporary setbacks may be the beginning of suffering, but suffering will eventually pass. As long as you persist, you will certainly exude a different kind of beauty.
When the last note rings, the whole song ends.
The teacher pushed his glasses in surprise. "Did you practice well?" ! The third dance, the personality of jumping and playing ... "
I smiled, because I understand that the voice of persistence is the most beautiful.
Perseverance is the topic of composition 3. Someone is watching, waiting, looking forward and persisting.
The sunset is hanging on the treetops again, and everything seems so lonely and monotonous. At dusk, Ernian put down her rusty hoe, leaned against Liu Xia, who was withered in front of the garden, and looked blankly at the village entrance. As usual, the village entrance was silent. Dead branches propped up, herons in the pond flew away, and a winding path led to the outside world.
Two months ago, the old man died, and his children went home one after another, and held a pays photogenic funeral, which was considered filial piety. Seven days later, they flew away one after another, leaving Ernian alone. An empty room, a dragon-colored wall, and an ever-burning lamp emit pale light. Alas! Where the words are dim. When eating, Ernian had no appetite and kept staring at the phone call to Ann's house before her son left ... "Ding Lingling ..."
The ringing bell echoed in the room, a little harsh. Ernian came to her senses and looked a little excited. She picked up the receiver with rough and trembling hands. It's a maple. Fenger is a granddaughter of two years and goes to school in the city. She said that she would come back after her holiday tomorrow. Ernian is very happy that she is no longer the only one in the empty room.
The next evening, Ernian picked up Fenger from the village entrance, and then quickly prepared a dish in the kitchen. Facing the white-haired, emaciated grandmother, Fenger felt sour in her heart. In just two months, grandma has become so haggard.
At night, the deep winter wind makes people shudder, and Shan Ying's crying becomes more and more bleak.
"Fenger, did you call today?" Ernian asked.
"no!"
There was a silence.
Ernian turned and walked slowly into the back room, her eyes mixed with disappointment and expectation. The night wind blew into the window lattice, and the flickering flames dispersed Ernian's faltering back.
Time, like a trickle in the mountains, keeps flowing. It is silent. ...
Over time, Ernian repeated the same question, and Feng seemed to understand something.
"Maple son, today there are ..."
"My uncle and aunt called today, and they said they would come back in a few days." Maple son interrupted ErNian. Ernian's face smiled and her eyebrows stretched out.
At dusk, Xiang Feng saw grandma still leaning on the withered Liu Xia tree and staring at the village entrance. In the breeze and sunset, grandma looks like an eternal statue, eager to wear.
Later, the wind sent a letter to my uncle, which contained only a simple photo: an old man with white hair and gaunt face, leaning under a dead tree and staring at the entrance to the village. ...
The setting sun shines and the breeze blows. A young girl helped an old man and walked to the village entrance.
Are you being watched? Do you know that someone is watching you somewhere?
Composition 4 Porcelain is based on persistence. Now when I mention this word, I think of "porcelain reality", that is, reality, material reality, and no dirt is allowed to blend in. But when it comes to porcelain in the past, I just think it is like a cold and proud princess, cold and fragile, and I have to be careful and difficult to serve. This change is also due to an experience when I was a child.
At that time, my family lived on the first floor, and there was a small yard in front of the building. Where people don't often walk, there are green bristlegrass, dandelion and weeds. After the rain, I often crouch in front of a weed, watching the crystal drops of water dripping down the veins of leaves, watching ants build nests, and watching earthworms wriggle and arch the wet soil.
It coincides with the Spring Festival, which is a festive day. Because living in a yard, upstairs and downstairs, the neighborhood relationship is very good. Share your specialties or delicious food with each other. No, I was stopped as soon as I went out. "Hey, son, look at the steamed meat I just made. Take some away! " At some point, Grandma Wang handed me a bowl of steamed pork with rice flour, still steaming. As a foodie, I am naturally irresistible and happily took it over. The so-called "joy begets sorrow" is sometimes justified. Jumping or falling on all fours, porcelain bowls fall everywhere. "Broken" peace ... "Broken" peace ... from getting up to cleaning up, I have been chanting.
Another shower baptized Jinan city. The air is filled with the long-lost smell of earth. Earthworms must be working hard again. When I came to the nearest weed, my eyes began to look for earthworms again. "What is this?" There is a white thing buried in the dark soil, which makes it stand out. I took it out and saw that it was a piece of porcelain with a little pattern on it from the bowl I broke last time. Unexpectedly, these days, there is still a molecule left here. Wipe off the mud spots on it and it is as white as before. Despite the recent rain, the erosion of soft mud failed to destroy the innocence of the past. The tiles are tight and tired, leaving no gaps. Although it is muddy outside, they still keep themselves clean. Porcelain is like chrysanthemum, muddy but not dyed, turbid and clear, not demon. This admiration for porcelain deepened when I saw the deformed red tiles that were polluted in the future.
It is this experience that from this moment on, the "truth" of porcelain is in my heart. Just like Tao Yuanming said, "I am good at learning from others", Li Bai said, "Oh, how can I not be happy? How can I bow and scrape to those high-ranking officials and generous people", Su Shi said to stick to the national solar terms and not be tempted by interests, and Qu Yuan said, "It's cloudy and I'm alone, and everyone is drunk and I wake up alone". Unlike clear water, it can be integrated into everything. True, detached from turbidity, stick to yourself.
Today's society is like that wet swamp. Maybe you are an earthworm, a tiny ant, or a humble grass, but it is as fragile as porcelain, so you should be as strong as porcelain, tighten your heart and build a strong wall for yourself. In this era of money and interests, stick to a solid heart and March forward as far as the horizon.