Five philosophical papers, 600 words.

Spring Breeze Lao She Jinan and Qingdao are such different places! If a man is compared to an old gentleman wearing a big sleeve jacket, he should be a modern girl. But there are similarities between the two places. Take the climate as an example. Jinan is hot in summer, and Qingdao is a famous summer resort. In winter, Jinan is also colder than Qingdao. However, spring and autumn in the two places are quite similar. It is windy from Jinan to spring, and so is Qingdao. Autumn in Jinan is long and sunny, and so is Qingdao. For autumn, I don't know where to love: autumn in Jinan is on the mountain, and autumn in Qingdao is by the sea. Jinan is held in a hill; In autumn, the grass on the mountain is between yellow and green, the pine tree is green, and almost all the other leaves are red and yellow. Even on treeless mountains, there are more colors-sun shadow, grass color and stone layer, which can match all kinds of stripes and shadows. With the warm blue sky, I feel comfortable and safe. I just want to lie on the hillside like sleeping and lie down forever. The mountains in Qingdao-though strange and beautiful-cannot compete with the sea. The waves in the autumn sea are still as green as spring, but they are carved out by the cool blue sky, and the invisible islands on weekdays are clearly outside the sails. The green water far away makes me unwilling to think and have to think; A kind of aimless thinking, thinking, but my heart is empty. Autumn in Jinan gives me a sense of security, and autumn in Qingdao gives me sweet sadness. I don't know which to love. The spring in both places was destroyed by the wind. The so-called spring breeze should look gentle, gently kissing the willow branches, slightly wrinkling the water surface, secretly conveying the fragrance of flowers, and gently lifting the feathers of birds with sympathy. The spring breeze in Jinan and Qingdao is too thick and fierce. The wind in Jinan often blows the sky yellow when lilac begonia is in full bloom, and nothing can be seen. Even the flowers are buried in yellow. The wind in Qingdao is not so sandy, but it is very cunning. In the already warm season, a sudden cold wind for a while or a day sends everything back to winter. I dare not take off my cotton-padded jacket, the flowers dare not open, and the waves roll on the beach. The wind in these two places sometimes blows all day and all night. The spring breeze brings geese, which makes people look more hopeful. A night of strong wind, the door rang and the window moved, making people bury their heads in the quilt heroically; Even if it is harmless, it seems that it should not be. For me, I feel particularly embarrassed. I was born in the north. I am used to the wind, but I am also most afraid of it. I am used to listening, because I didn't know the pain until I got used to listening. It always makes me fidget, fidget, and doing nothing or doing nothing is not good. It often interrupts my hope: I am too lazy to go out when I hear the wind, and I feel cold and my heart is dim. Spring seems to be full of vitality and flowers, and such a strong wind is almost unforgivable! I am not a fragile person, although my body is not very strong. I can bear hardships, but I can't stand the wind. The suffering of other plants is more or less in one place, more or less for a reason, and more or less can be reduced; There is nothing I can do about the wind. Always not in one place, it gives me concussion everywhere, like a ship on a rough sea. Let me say why it hurts, and I can't avoid it. It blows freely, and I die in pain. I can't reason or quarrel with the wind. It's windy in spring alone! But who should I reason with? There should be no such unpopular wind in Suzhou and Hangzhou in spring, right? I can't know, but I hope so What a nice place to take refuge! Lao She Lin Hai I always thought that the peaks and rocks in Daxing 'anling were unattainable. This time, I had a chance to see it and walked into the virgin forest. I stepped on a few feet thick pine needle and touched the ancient tree with my hand, confirming that this sweet name is so kind and comfortable. The word "Ling" in Daxinganling is very different from that in Qinling. There are indeed many mountains here, which are horizontal, along, high, short, long and short, but none of them can remind people of the dangerous saying "Clouds cross the Qinling Mountains". How many mountains? After watching them on the speeding train for hours, I can't get enough of them. Every ridge is so gentle, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain is covered with precious trees, and no one is arrogant. As you can see, everything is green. It is really a beautiful sea, and the waves of the undulating beautiful sea. How many kinds of green are there: deep, shallow, bright, dark and green, which is indescribable. I'm afraid only painters can draw so much green! There are thousands of treasures in Daxing 'anling. Praise larch first. Yes, this is the ocean of larch. Look, aren't there white waves on the beach? Those are beautiful silver skirts of birch trees. Aren't they like waves on the sea? A crystal clear river often flows between two mountains. How many wild flowers are there on the river bank? I like flowers, but I can't name them here. How to dress yourself in Xing 'anling: pine is a shirt, birch is a skirt, and embroidered shoes are worn. Even the space between trees is not short of color: all kinds of small flowers bloom in the pine shadow, attracting all kinds of small butterflies-they fall affectionately on the guests. Red bean coral beads are hidden in the flowers. The red bean wine of Chinese Winery in Xing 'anling is made from these small wild fruits, and it tastes good. Seeing countless pine and birch trees, who can not learn to look around? How many provinces and cities have used the wood here, from mines and railways to rafters, tables and chairs. Qianshan, a blue flower garden, will exist forever, but it just happens to be associated with Guangsha and Cai Liang. Therefore, the more you look at Xing 'an Mountain, the cuter it is! Its beauty is integrated with architecture, and its beauty is not empty. It makes people feel kind and comfortable. This kind feeling deepened when I saw the forest farm. We cut wood for materials, and also plant trees to protect seedlings, cutting with one hand and carrying with the other. We not only collect treasures, but also engage in scientific research, so that Linhai is not only evergreen all the year round, but also comprehensively utilized. There are already many towns in the mountains, adding new scenery and happy labor songs to Xing 'an Mountains. The relationship between man and mountain is getting closer and closer. How can you not feel kind and comfortable? I don't know why it was called Xing 'anling. From today's perspective, it does have the significance of rejuvenating the country and securing the country. I haven't seen my father for over two years. What I can't forget most is his back. That winter, my grandmother died and my father was relieved of his job. This is a day when it never rains but it pours. I went from Beijing to Xuzhou, and I plan to go home with my father. I went to Xuzhou to see my father, saw the messy things in the yard, and thought of my grandmother. I can't help crying. Father said, "Well, don't be sad, but God never shuts one door but he opens another!" " "I went home to sell pawns, and my father lost money; Borrowing money for the funeral again. The situation at home these days is very bleak, partly for the funeral and partly for my father's leisure. After the funeral, my father will go to Nanjing to work, and I will go back to Beijing to study. Let's go together. In Nanjing, a friend made an appointment to go sightseeing and stayed for one day. The next morning, I will cross the river to Pukou and get on the bus in the afternoon. Because my father is busy, he has decided not to send it, and found a familiar waiter in the hotel to accompany him. He repeatedly told the waiter to be very careful. But he finally worried that the waiter was not suitable; I hesitated for a moment. In fact, I was twenty years old that year, and I have traveled to and from Beijing two or three times, so it doesn't matter. He hesitated for a while and finally decided to take me personally. I advised him not to go; He just said, "Never mind, they can't walk well! "We crossed the river and entered the station. I bought a ticket and he was busy looking after the luggage. There is too much luggage, so you have to tip the porter to go. He is busy bargaining with them again. I was really smart at that time, and I always thought he was going to interrupt myself because he didn't speak well, but he finally settled the price; Walk me to the car. He chose a chair near the door for me; I spread out the purple coat he made for me and sat down. He told me to be careful on the road, to be alert at night and not to catch a cold. And let the waiter take good care of me. I laughed at his pedantry in my mind; They only know money, they just ask for it! Can't people my age take care of themselves? Well, now that I think about it, it was really clever at that time! I said, "Dad, you go. He looked out of the car and said, "I'll buy some oranges." "You stay here and don't walk around." I think there are some vendors waiting for customers outside the fence on the platform over there. To get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump down and climb up. Father is a fat man, so it is naturally more troublesome to walk there. I was going to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. It was not difficult to see him limping to the railway and leaning down slowly, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing signs of hard work. Then I saw his back, and my tears soon flowed down. I quickly dried my tears. I'm afraid he will see it, and I'm afraid others will see it. When I looked out again, he had come back with the bright red orange in his arms. When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, picked them up and left. When I arrived here, I hurried to help him. He and I walked to the front of the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So I dived into the dirt on my clothes and felt very relaxed. After a while, he said, "I'm leaving. Write it there! " I watched him go out. He took a few steps, turned around and saw me and said, "Go in, there's no one inside." When his back was mixed with the crowds coming and going, I couldn't find it anymore, so I came in and sat down, and tears came again. In recent years, my father and I have been running around, and the situation at home is getting worse and worse. When he was a teenager, he went out to make a living, made his own living and did many great things. I didn't know the original environment was so depressing! He was so sad that he couldn't control himself. If you are depressed in the middle, it is natural to send it out; Family trifles often touch his anger. He treats me differently. But in the last two years, he finally forgot my shortcomings and only thought about me and my son. After I came to the north, he wrote me a letter, which said: "I am in good health, but my arm hurts badly." It's not convenient to pick up a pen, so my departure time is not far away. " I read here, and in the crystal tears, I saw the back of that fat, blue cotton robe and black mandarin jacket. Alas! I don't know when I can see him again! The bud of Zhang Xiaofeng's prose "Tearing Flowers" is a pupa, which is a kind of concentrated beauty and has not been displayed or destroyed. Bud is a lantern riddle in the first month. There can be a thousand answers before guessing. Bud is a fetus, seemingly ignorant, but sometimes he likes to prove himself with strong fetal movements. The beauty of a flower lies in its poverty and diversity. Sometimes, the flowers are torn down overnight, and sometimes, in half a morning, the flowers become fat. The beauty of flowers lies not in their color and fragrance, but in their strangeness. I like to sit carefully and open the epiphyllum. In fact, epiphyllum is not a beautiful flower. Its beauty lies in the desert association of its cactus life experience and the mourning it brings to people. But the disassembly and release of epiphyllum is a three-dimensional beauty, like a love story. Beauty lies in the process, not in the ending. There is a big yellow epiphyllum called "the queen of the night". Every time it vibrates, it makes a crashing sound, like the sound of an embroidery needle after embroidery is tightened, and all the slender silk threads suddenly shake. That scene is often too scary to watch for a long time-I can't help but believe that flowers are exquisite. I often leave before the flowers bloom, and when the flowers stop, death begins. One day, when I am old and can't see the flowers, I would like to use a bunch of Xiaochun mulberry pillows as a receiver, listen to the telegrams of flowers and know the music that blooms every night. Bing Xin's prose "Sleeping on My Sick Bed" suddenly woke up, and it was still dark outside the window, only a street lamp hung high, and countless dazzling lights broke out in the distance! My flying mind has fallen into a painful body again. I suddenly remembered Lao Tzu's words: I survived, I have a body; I have no body. What's wrong with me? At this time, I felt the pain of the body to human beings. Moreover, human beings also have mental pain: from worrying about their own country and family, where will you go ... from hurting spring to mourning autumn ... everything in the universe is merciless: the sun and the moon pass by, rivers flow freely, spring comes to Qiu Lai, and flowers bloom and fall, all following the laws of nature. Only one person in the world-the spirit of all things, will give their feelings to ruthless things! The phrase "Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sorrows" is unknown to Qian Qian at all times and all over the world. In short, it is precisely because of people with thoughts and feelings that there will be joys and sorrows. "War and peace" and "Love and death are eternal themes". I envy those planets without human beings! I'm sober. I woke up from a high fever, opened my eyes and saw smiling faces of relief and joy guarding my loved ones by the bed. I turned my head and saw many bottles of flowers on the bedside table: roses, chrysanthemums, cyclamen, calla lilies ... there were many condolence letters around me ... I fell into the world of love and flowers again-it's good to have humans in this world! In my mind, the motherland drifts down along the source of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, from the riverside where Kan Kan is good at performing in The Book of Songs to the Chu-Han boundary where Jin Ge is an iron horse in Historical Records. From Li Daoyuan's Notes on Water Classics to Su Dongpo's River of No Return, I saw the pulsating motherland on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. Look at the motherland with high loess slopes; Look at the motherland with endless fireworks, Qian Fan is competing for the exotic and colorful, and there are hundreds of battles; Look at the motherland where the peaks leap, the plains rush and the long rivers lash. Read the spirituality of Zhong Ding's childhood in Oracle Bone Inscriptions; On the Great Wall full of bonfires, read the heroic spirit of the motherland's youth; In this land full of poetry and science, I read about the maturity of the motherland ... I want to say but I don't want to say it. I also saw the weakness of the motherland. On the charred ruins of Yuanmingyuan, I feel that the motherland is a pool of blood; On the intrepid Zhiyuan ship in Deng Shichang, I feel that the motherland is a fire. But my motherland didn't sink. In the east of Asia, I rolled up mountains and seas with generous arms, held the descendants of the Chinese people in my arms, repaired the broken years with thatch and adobe, and fed the hungry life with wild vegetables and porridge. Mr. Zhongshan, in the dark, began to plan the strategy of governing the country, supporting the nation's flesh and blood on barren land; * * *, enlarge the pupil of vicissitudes, and guide the troubled motherland to magically walk through the storm of the century! Along the source of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, drifting down, crossing Hukou, crossing Kanto, taking the Three Gorges and heading for the sea. In Hexi Corridor and North China Plain, I see the richness and vastness of the motherland and the transcendence of the motherland day and night like a swift horse; In the Yangtze River Delta and the Pearl River Delta, I can see the lofty motherland, and the neon lights of the motherland's prosperity are flashing day and night, like the Milky Way ... the motherland that gives me skin color and wisdom and courage. Although in rural areas, there are still eager eyes of dropouts; Although there are still laid-off women workers in cities and towns who have no choice but to complain, I know that there will be more waves of reform, breaking the shackles of old concepts and old systems and welcoming the majestic sunrise of the new century! This is a revolutionary motherland. This is a boiling and rising motherland; This is a thriving motherland. My words have become history, and my words can form a galaxy, but the most emotional sentence is-take off the motherland, the motherland is auspicious, and the motherland is auspicious. Fulan is really intoxicating, and the sea is calm. In the morning, an old fisherman sat leisurely by the sea, smoking a cigarette and staring at the sea, next to his fishing boat. He looks satisfied and comfortable, and has no worries in his heart. At this time, a monopoly appeared. Rich man: "Why are you sitting here smoking in such fine weather?" Old fisherman: "Why don't you sit down and smoke in such fine weather?" Rich man: "You can't sit down and smoke in such fine weather!" " "Old fisherman:" What should I do? Rich man: "You should go fishing in the sea quickly." "Old fisherman:" I came back from the sea early in the morning, and it was enough to fish for several days. "Rich man:" Then you should take the time to go out more often and catch more fish. "Old Fisherman:" Then what? "the rich:" and then every day. "Old Fisherman:" Then what? "Rich man:" Then use the money you earn to buy a new boat and rent it out. "Old Fisherman:" Then what? Rich man: "Then make a lot of money, buy more boats and earn more money." ... "old fisherman:" and then what? "Rich man:" Then you have succeeded. You can sit leisurely by the sea, smoke a bag of cigarettes and enjoy life! "Old fisherman:" What do you think I'm doing now? " Rich man: ... this is a Zen story I heard in my early years. In this era of high-speed competition, we are faced with the pressure of survival and development every day, and we are often exhausted. But have we ever thought about what we are after? A person may be looking forward to getting rich, becoming a big official and achieving great fame every day. Then, for these successful glories, I replaced the beautiful days with efforts and troubles. In this way, I have suffered all my life for pleasure. I have been busy all my life just to have a rest. In fact, people should not be idle all their lives. Only knowing how to pursue beautiful goals is a healthy attitude towards life. However, since the pursuit is beauty, why should we miss the present beauty every day? At any time, happiness or not depends on how you look at the world. Sometimes, whether you are happy or not is not because you have more, but because you care less. If you are happy, you are really rich. Learn to give up a lot of things, only after experience will you understand. Just like love, you will know how to protect yourself after it hurts; Only when you are stupid will you know how to persist, give up in time, and get to know yourself gradually in gain and loss. In fact, life doesn't need this meaningless persistence. You really can't give up without anything. Learning to give up will make life easier. Learn to give up, turn around and leave before crying, leaving a simple back; Learn to give up, bury yesterday in your heart and leave the best memories; Learn to give up, you can have a more relaxed start, and the black and blue love is not necessarily unforgettable. Instead of promising a future without results, it is better to choose an end without a beginning; If you can't give him a warm hut, it's better to send him a soaring sky; If you can't give him a sheltered harbor, it's better to send a boat ticket to sail; If you can't give him a happy home, it's better to give him a starting point for flying; If you can't give him a shoulder to lean on, it's better to leave a distant back; If you can't give him eternal happiness, let him take risks; It is better to remain silent than to keep promises that cannot be fulfilled; It's better to give up than to be together ... giving up doesn't mean losing. You can give him care about what you can't have; If you can't care, you can give her a blessing; If you can't bless, you can still look at her; If you can't see her, you can miss her. If you can't miss her, you can choose your dream. Without a dream, you can wait for the next reincarnation. After giving up, I feel depressed and relaxed. It is a rational choice after helplessness! Missing someone is sweet and bitter! When you fall in love with someone deeply, and the other person doesn't respond to you with love, one day you will find yourself losing yourself! How deep love is, how humble it is! Giving up is actually a kind of beauty that everyone is pushing but doesn't want to appreciate! A kind of self-comfort! Some people, if you can't cherish, please give up. Some things, can't stay, just let go. There is nothing unhappy about it. We have a good life. Why are you sad about something irrelevant? Attitude is everything. A child accidentally touched the table and cried. China's mother saw that the first action was to reach out and strike the table, and then coax the child: "Good boy! Stop crying! " . Japanese mothers are not like this. She will let the child walk around the table again, and then inspire him: "There are three situations when people hit the table. First, you can't stop running too fast; Second, do not pay attention to the road; Third, you are thinking about other things. What happened to you just now? " The table is dead, it won't take the initiative to hit people, so people will hit the table, which is the fault of people, not the table. China's mother stretched out her hand to strike the table, which was tantamount to educating her children. It's all the fault of the table, not yours. Children who grow up under this kind of education, first of all, shirk their responsibilities, try their best to make excuses for themselves and concentrate on finding fault with others. The practice of Japanese mothers is to educate their children to take responsibility bravely, instead of blaming others blindly. Children who grow up under such education always review their own shortcomings first. In fact, few things can completely distinguish who is right from who is wrong. Often everyone is wrong, but the difference is much more wrong. If everyone involved can shoulder their share of responsibility and seriously review their own shortcomings, what else can't be solved? The same is true between departments. When others point out shortcomings to us, we should first make a review, not refute or argue. If it is really wrong, we should correct it immediately, and if it is true, we should also give a warning in order to attract more attention. Attitude is everything. The same thing, different attitudes, the result is different. Therefore, if you want to do things well, you must first correct your attitude. Faith is a seed. One year, a British expedition entered a certain area of the Sahara desert and trudged through the vast sand sea. In the sun, the wind and sand flying all over the sky hit the faces of the expedition members like red-hot iron sand. Thirsty and anxious-everyone's water is gone. At this time, the expedition leader took out a kettle and said, "There is still a kettle of water here, but no one can drink it before crossing the desert." A pot of water has become the source of faith and the goal of survival in crossing the desert. The kettle was passed in the hands of the players, and the heavy feeling made the players' faces on the verge of despair, showing a firm look. Finally, the expedition stubbornly walked out of the desert and broke free from the hand of death. Everyone wept with joy and unscrewed the pot of water that supported their spirit with trembling hands-slowly flowing out, but it was full of sand! The scorching sun and the vast desert, where is the jar of sand that really saved them? Their persistent belief, like a seed, took root in their hearts and eventually led them out of the "desperate situation." In fact, life has never really been desperate. No matter how much you suffer, no matter how many hardships you have experienced, as long as there is a seed of faith in a person's heart, then one day, he will be able to get out of the predicament and let life blossom and bear fruit again. Life is like this. As long as the seeds are still there, there is hope. In the face of the hurt of relatives, my mother chose to forgive me. Twenty years ago, the house my father left for our mother and daughter was demolished. Because of busy work, my mother called her fourth sister and my fourth aunt, and went to the street to go through the relevant formalities with her household registration book. I don't know, but fourth aunt changed the name on the household registration book. We are going to have a new house, so we have no place to stand overnight. I was young at that time, but I clearly saw my mother's pain: the pain of young people losing their husbands, the pain of losing their homes, the pain of sisters betraying, and the pain of being at a loss about the future. I remember my mother holding me in the street and crying. The final result of this incident is that our family has become the new house of Fourth Aunt. I don't understand how my mother handled it. All I know is that my mother dropped the lawsuit at the last minute. Time flies, time flies, I became a mother when I was young. My mother became a successful businessman because she didn't give in to suffering. And my fourth aunt has been having a hard time. Not long ago, she became a laid-off worker, and even her children's tuition fees were not settled. By chance, I learned that my mother never gave up helping my fourth aunt from money to things. I am very angry. It is lenient not to pursue the cruelty of the fourth aunt in those days. How can I be so kind to such an inhuman person? I had a big fight with my mother. "Then what do you want?" Mom is angry, too. "At least she shouldn't be helped." "She is mother's sister!" "Did she think about this when she hurt us?" "If we vengeful, not just like her? Besides, she has repented, and life has given her too many hardships. Should we continue to punish her? Who can be without fault? " My mother's words suddenly reminded me of a story: once upon a time, a beautiful girl lied and was sentenced to be stoned to death. Christ said to the angry people in the square ... Please who has never lied, throw the first stone! As a result, no one can throw the first stone. And that * * * was moved by Christ's forgiveness and finally repented and became a saint. I think that Christ and the name * * * are not relatives, but they still guide her to abandon evil and promote good. Mother and fourth aunt are sisters. How can you not guide Fourth Aunt and save her? Even the prisoners in the prison have a chance to atone, and Sisi Lee has been trying to make up for his sins in recent years! I was silent. I no longer object to my mother helping my fourth aunt, and my cousin has successfully read a book. My mother told me with her own words and deeds: in the face of the harm of our loved ones, we can only choose to forgive. Ebisu can't write WeChat in high school. I, Bo Xiaobo, Uncle Xuebo, Oh no, I, Oh Xiaohong, Oh no, Hebo Jaw, West Highland, Evil, Oh no, the little singer's forehead * * * relationship, Gong Ruxin, Oh evil, red, no, no, snow show and Oh, oh, Han Xiaohong, oh, miss. hlwnxo？ (? ω)? Hoxowhhodoh, Langdon, Chen, floating around, colorful, rising repeatedly. V hehe, send a fool. If he dies, he will fight. The amount of donkey-hide gelatin slurry is divided into u points to solve illegal detention. Phoenix Finance knows hungry oh. I rinsed my mouth and packed my cell phone. 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