See the moon again!
From Chang 'e to WU GANG, from Li Bai to Su Shi, it is within reach. It is touching, somewhat warm, somewhat emotional, somewhat tearful, and has become a treasure in my heart. ...
How many wanderers miss their hometown on a full moon night! "The bright moon is in the sky, and the horizon is * * * at this time" Zhang Jiuling sighed in a foreign land; How much love a full moon contains in lovers' hearts!
"On the Moon, at the Willow Tip, People Meet After Sunset" is a warm and pleasant song sung by Ouyang Xiu. How many elegant people's life interests have been mixed up in a month! "The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps at midnight." Xin Qiji, who is in high spirits, hummed. ...
There are too many full moons-it has five thousand years of wind and frost, countless people's praises, and endless beauty and warmth. ...
I love the moon, love its brightness, love its brightness, love its obscurity, love those poems that chant the moon, and love those literati who chant the moon with various feelings! The light at the foot of my bed is so beautiful; Flying under the Moon is beautiful; "When the moon is bright, I will stop for a drink and ask what happened." How beautiful! This sentence is to explain the feelings and true meaning of the moon to future generations!
The moon has a fresh face, which always reminds people of their loved ones! The moon has bright light, which always inspires people's enthusiasm! When we give up chasing fame and fortune, look up at the moon! She is so clear and pure! Watch and watch,
You will have an impulse to "dance to see the shadows" and a feeling of "going home with the wind"! This is the charm of the moon. Like a mirror, she will reflect the ugliness in your heart, and like a clear spring, she will wash away the filth in your heart. When you look at her, your mind is purified, and you will find that life is not just busy, you will become pure and beautiful! This is the feeling of the moon!
Therefore, I admire those literati who admire the moon. They really understand the moon and life. Whether homesickness or love, after all, they have seen the moon, and they really had a heart-to-heart conversation with the moon! The moon is a treasure in the hearts of celebrities of all ages. ...
Reading the poems of these literati and looking at the moon outside the window, I seem to understand life and understand it. I carefully cherish this month in my heart, as a treasure in my heart, and I will slowly taste the feelings of this month with my life. ...
[analysis]
What she treasures in her heart is the feelings of the moon. The quotation of "several treasures" in the article has set up a pyramid about singing the moon in ancient and modern times. These exquisite poems are the cultural accumulation of the young author for many years. From appreciation to understanding, from praise to integration, the cultural literacy of young authors shows the bottom of the text. It is the Chinese national culture that has cultivated people's sentiments, enriched people's thoughts, and accumulated into the wise eyeliner and lonely feelings of the little author. Beautiful and delicate lyric prose gives people infinite reverie and beauty infection. ...
I have seen the feelings of celebrities on the moon in past dynasties, but I just understand. However, my personal perception of the creation of the moon still lacks some images and tortuous expressions. In a word, this article is a masterpiece of improvisation.
(2) the treasure in my heart
I love money. There is a drawer under my bed, most of which are small toys, and there is a paper box wrapped in newspaper, which contains my savings of several hundred yuan. In this small sheet piling, there is a small red envelope, all made by hand, and a square piece of paper with a few drops of water in it. Whenever I count my savings one by one happily, that worn-out red paper always brings back my memories. ...
My wife lives in the Railway Temple (a few years later, I don't know if these words are written correctly). In my impression, it was a shabby and quiet village, and occasionally a few chickens wandered on the stone steps looking for something. Every time the car passes by, the loess several meters high is raised like a dense fog, which makes people breathless. I don't like going back because of its silence. But every time I go back, someone prepares my favorite fruits for me, such as pears and oranges. This person is my wife.
Every time I come to my wife's bedside, she always happily takes out a small bag wrapped in a towel from under the pillow and opens it. Those are the "gifts". When she gave it to me, she added: "I picked it up for the baby! It has been put on hold for more than a month. " Maybe when I was young, I only had joy and no gratitude, but now whenever I think about it, I can feel that it is a kind of love that makes me warm.
No one has ever told my wife why she has been lying in bed, and I have never asked her. It was not until one day that I attended her sad funeral that I realized that I would never see her again, and I would never see my wrinkled hands handing me oranges again. I didn't shed a tear ...
Alas, one person who loves me so much is missing!
A few years later, my mother gave me the red envelope, saying that it was given to me a year before my wife died and had not been opened. I carefully tore it open, and there were five ten-yuan RMB in it. On the outside of this paper is written: "Jia Jia, I wish you good health and academic progress." I took this piece of paper with some damage, and my tears quickly flowed down and dripped on it. My eyes flashed again six years ago: loess, thin chicken, bungalow, bed, and wife, but her face was too blurred. I tried to see it clearly, but I couldn't. Her love surrounded me tightly, which made me sad. ...
After another three or four years, I have become a junior high school student, and these things, this paper, I have always regarded it as the most precious treasure in my heart!
Unfortunately, I still don't know her name and cause of death. ...
[analysis]
Under the proposition of "the treasure in my heart", the author's unique angle of material selection is the most dazzling highlight of this paper. Small as it is, it's really pure. Loess, Thin Chicken, Bungalow, Bed and Wife are close to the original picture, which makes people understand the vicissitudes of life and taste the eternal affection. Simple, natural and fresh language style shows true feelings. This feeling is a treasure in the heart of the little author, and it is still fresh in our memory. ...
Although the language in the narrative is not exquisite, it is still necessary to take this step to achieve perfect composition.
(3) the treasure in my heart
"You know, some things, some people refuse to leave on the day they happen." Open the photo album of memories, the treasure in my heart, and the moment of happiness.
Dance of the Wind
Like the wind, like the free and easy wind, like the feeling of galloping in the wind, really good. Of course, I yearn for the waning moon in Yang Liuan; Favor the beautiful scenery of "crazy catkins dancing with the wind"; Yearning for the grandeur of "the wind is blowing and the clouds are flying"; I love the boldness of "the sword whistling and the west wind wanting to stay in spring". I like Shi's Ding Feng Bo best: "If you don't listen to the beating of leaves in the forest, why not sing and walk slowly?" Bamboo poles and shoes are lighter than horses. Who is afraid that a misty rain will last a lifetime ... "Although Su Shi's life has experienced ups and downs, the rain has leveled off", but "looking back at the bleak place" can sigh that "there is no rain or shine", and how many people in the world can have the open-mindedness of "misty rain is coming"?
I am a grain of sand, I know I am small, but I cherish this song "Dingfengbo" in my heart and dance freely with the wind. What about you?
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"There were no traces of wings left in the sky, but I flew over." I like this sentence very much, and I like this attitude of "how many beats can there be in life, and when to play at this time?"
Each of us is a little bit between heaven and earth, insignificant. I don't want to go down in history, I don't want to be immortal. I am a meteor, leaving my instantaneous beauty in the sky; I am a bunch of fireworks, leaving my brief brilliance in the night sky; I am a bird. Although my wings are not full, I have the courage to fight against the sky. It is my long-cherished wish to draw a perfect arc in the sky. "I flew over", even if the mark of heaven does not belong to me, I will keep this sentence in my heart until I am old.
The end of the cloud
I like climbing the ladder of literature and wandering in the vast sea of books, which is a kind of enjoyment. I like a novel best-The Grass House, which is very simple and tells the life of rural children. But from it, I saw the beauty of human nature, the purest and truest love, the kindest and purest feelings. The romantic atmosphere between the lines infected me and touched the deepest chord in my heart, which is called humanity. But I have to face today's bizarre, drunken city. Perhaps the softest place in people's hearts is at the end of the cloud. There is the hometown of this book and this love.
Tibetan pottery
I like listening to music, and I like to find my soul from music. I like the song "Sunny Starry Sky" best: "Look at the sky hand in hand, step by step, step by step, look at the stars in a line …" Looking at the sky is quiet, clear and sunny.
If you listen carefully, you will hear the sound of the sea, which has the majestic waves of the sea and the smoothness of the "crystal stone in the stream". The waves in the sky are the sound of the sky, the true meaning of music and the deepest part of our soul. Make a wish, tell yourself, and cherish it with the faint starlight in your heart forever. ...
A word, a word, a book, a song, very simple. But what I cherish in my heart is the accumulation of time, the crystallization of emotion and the sublimation of happiness!
[analysis]
Eye-catching inscriptions and four distinct subheadings constitute the blood of this article. Young writers are fighting in the vast and magnificent cosmic background with Dance of the Wind, Traces of the Sky, The End of the Cloud and Ocean in the Sky as the background. Prose-like language is like a beautiful commentary, which makes readers feel happy. The style of writing is atmospheric and ambitious. The ending was just right and wonderful.
What you cherish is the accumulation of cultural knowledge. If I can still go home