Abstraction is a way to accumulate language. Below I will share with you excerpts from senior high school Chinese. Welcome to read.
excerpts from senior high school Chinese
I vaguely think that I haven't set foot on this moonlit path for several years. The path was paved with pebbles by my father himself, and there was a dim and soft light under the moon. At the other end of the road, it connects to the hut by the river and my father. Father, are you still sitting on the shore, playing the flute sadly, waiting for your son's return?
my father likes playing the flute. When I was young, my father's flute was full of my childhood fun. Like that ribbon-like river, it dragged my childlike innocence in the harbor of my father's love. My father loves my only son very much. He always likes to pinch my face with his rough hands, crying despite my pain, and smiling stupidly. Every day at dusk, my father takes me to pasture cattle on the grass by the river. Father often let go of the cow rope and let the cow eat grass by himself, so he took out his flute from the grass basket behind him, bulging his cheeks and blowing out the most beautiful music in the world. I leaned on my father's lap and watched the sunset on the horizon dye my father's hair a little golden. I love my father, whose flute is the most beautiful.
As I grew older, I began to hate my father, his smell of cigarettes and his yellow teeth. I hate that he came to school with a straw basket on his back and stared at me from the window. I also hate that he has no skill, only knows how to manage a few acres of thin land, and even my tuition has not been earned back. My father and I are gradually separated. After being yelled at by me several times, my father stopped going to school barefoot and nagging me to study hard. He kept silent, and the only way to break the silence was to play the flute, which, in my opinion, became a sign of doing nothing.
I went to school in other places. The night before I left, I walked on that familiar path and felt a little attached to it. The road is like a trace of moonlight on the ground and across my heart. I haven't been home once in several years. My mother told me on the phone that after I left, my father seemed to be lost all day, and he didn't think about tea and rice, but only went to the river to play the flute. Finally, I came home at my mother's request. It was night when I got home, and the moon just rose. When I was walking along the path with endless thoughts, I met my father waiting for me. I suddenly burst into tears and hugged my father. I asked my father to play the flute for me, and my father agreed. The choked flute sounded in my ears again, ringing on the moonlit path, reminding me of it. I feel my father's love for his son as soon as possible, and I feel ashamed of my father's flute. My father loves me and his son. He played the flute for me for eighteen years, and now I find that it and my heart have such a strong * * * sound.
the road is beautiful, beautiful, and it is the mark of the moon. The moon is the soul of the road, and my father's flute is my soul!
excerpts from senior high school Chinese essays
I kept cutting, but the reason was still chaotic
I once opened my heart and ran by the green trees; I used to be sad and cry under the bamboo forest. Today, I saw Li Yu's worries again. I opened the poems carefully and read the history books carefully. Who is Li Yu? Being a gifted scholar is really peerless, and being a poor and unlucky monarch? . Among the jade carvings, he and Xiao Zhou drank wine and wrote poems, which were quite colorful. However, today he is locked in a deep building, sighing? Wutong lonely deep courtyard locks clear autumn? , eventually? How much sorrow can you have, just like a river flowing eastward? . He is dead, and the autumn is still clear. I only regret it. Why doesn't he try to give up his wealth and become a poet in the bamboo forest in the countryside?
but before he could conquer, he was dead, and heroes have wept on their coats ever since
The cypress trees are lush and dense. I flew to the treetops and smelled the hero in the clear air. He is Wolong, living among mountains and forests, and he is also very lofty. But then he left and went to the battlefield. He strategized and won the battle thousands of miles away. He is very happy, because he helped his friend and helped the man who invited him out of the mountain with sincerity. During the war, he felt that he had lived a full life and finally stayed? Who can be as good as a teacher for a thousand years? Good name. The correct position and his adherence to the position made him feel happy in the sunshine.
Today, when you bury a flower, you will laugh, and you will know who it is tomorrow.
The wind is facing you, and it is like a sword deeply inserted into your heart, which is very sad. Dai-yu is sitting alone in a small pavilion with tears in her eyes. What is she looking at? Looking at the mountains, clouds and mother. This is a strange place, full of strangers, and she has been lost for several years. Yes, she chose to bury flowers, worrying about the soil every day, and reading "Flower Funeral Words" while weeping. In the end, she just died, and the Xiaoxiang Pavilion is still there. The deviation of position, here, there are chunks of ice falling down, how can those tender shoulders hold up? Tears are like a spring, but sorrow is the embodiment of sorrow.
We can know the gains and losses by looking at people as a mirror.
Facing the trend of dark clouds overwhelming the city, we shuttled through the armored soldiers and finally defeated the separatist regime? Hero? . He knows people well, he has the sea in his heart, and he is resourceful. Today's? Zhenguan rule? Shows his achievements. However, in the hall, there is Wei Zhi's advice, which is like a sword and points directly at the heart; Advice is like the wind, biting cold and pain. However, he just smiled, was ambitious, tolerant and absorbed. He is thirsty for talents, and he can always let others' wisdom fully play. When Wei Zhi died, he said? With copper as a mirror, you can dress properly; Taking the ancient as a mirror, you can see the rise and fall; Take people as a mirror, you can know the gains and losses. ? Finding the right position and giving full play to the potential in the position is endless fun.
happy? Sad?
the breeze in the evening makes people drunk. I put down my book and looked at the world before me. There are mountains, water, flowers, birds and springs? It is so tempting that I can only feel heartfelt joy in this position. Someone said it well. Happiness is a day, sadness is a day, why not have a happy day? I am no longer confused, I want to interpret the most beautiful story of life in my own position, so that there is always happiness in suffering.
excerpts from senior high school Chinese
Mom, have you ever seen the moonlight sneaking into my poetic dream tonight? Dad, is it your clumsy finger that hurts my laughter flowing through the years?
mom, I want to play in heaven, but how can I run into heaven quickly? The road ahead is too dark, which makes my eyes sad. I feel afraid. In the confusion, I can't hear your gentle breath, and I can't feel your fingers as warm as jade. Mom, which lilac is standing at my window? Let the waves rise and fall in my melancholy dreams. Mom, I remember your locks of hair, which is a miss left in the south of the ink painting, and a tender water that you poured down like a waterfall; It's not a fleeting time, it's not the youth of a young woman. In the endless journey to heaven, your hair is my last love.
dad, can I still hear your story? Your voice is beautiful, just like the sound of the piano flowing through clayderman's fingertips, just like the kiss of the moonlight, but your beard hurt my face and I cried. I remember you talking about Jia Jian, and you said that it was a beautiful woman who wandered out of the Book of Songs, just like your little daughter who just turned three months old. You said that the independent water is cold and autumn, and listening to Guan Yuming, but I suddenly feel that it is a classical dream like autumn water. The lights are far away and the meteor is near. Under which cloud is that faint setting sun hiding?
the moon is walking through the clouds like Bai Lianhua, and the evening breeze brings waves of joyful songs?
mom and dad, I want to hear you talk about the past in the sunset.
Son, you walk so fast, and your mother is still holding your hotbed in March, and she is still scrubbing the clean diapers for you. Mom knows you won't listen to The Swallow anymore, but why is mom still singing? Why?
Son, you are a fairy in heaven, but unfortunately you have fallen into a disaster on earth. The catkins in March do not fly, because the spring breeze hates you; Peach blossoms can't bloom in March, because Fanghua is jealous of you. So you went back to heaven, and you were accompanied by children, right? The road to heaven is so dark that mom's eyes can't shine in front of you. You walked so fast that mom didn't have time to kiss you for the last time.
I miss you like a full moon, and the brightness diminishes every night. Mom misses you.
Son, Dad will never prick your face with a beard again. Dad will tell you stories every day, ok? Will you hear it? Dad tells you about Daiyu, who stands still beside the begonia flowers and is as independent as begonia. Dad tells you Li Qingzhao's crimson lips song; Speak? A little plum blossom, national subjugation and hatred, and two distinct months, old minister's heart? Shi Kefa; Talk about Du Shaoling's five-word swan song, Fan Xiwen's two words about love, Teng Zijing's flourishing of everything, and Yueyang Tower where Lv Chunyang will be drunk after three passes.
but dad knows you'll never hear it again. you flew away in the earthquake, and dad still has to talk about it, grandpa in the mountains, he said?
what did he say, mom and dad?