I am more eager for the spring garden to be in full bloom. Spring has come, and it has bred countless flowers with endless colors and vitality, which is exactly what we flower lovers want. I only regret that this peony is in a hurry, and it has already danced over the spring before our appreciation, dissolving between the earth and the soil. We have missed peony, but we have been blessed by Peach and Begonia. On May Day, I have to visit Badaguan with my parents and family. Eight roads crisscross Badaguan. Fortunately, Shaoguan Road is the one after getting off the bus. Red, white, pink and purple rushed into the pupil together, and it was a pity. Shaoguan Road in the early morning is quiet, and patches of peaches are in full bloom, and occasionally there are small colorful butterflies flying, which makes the peaches feel a little feminine and charming. Three-color peach, noble and gorgeous red, is full of this warm smile of spring to welcome guests from all over the world; There is a little shyness in the pink beauty, trembling in the breeze, dotted; White as snow, with purity and spirit, is particularly dazzling in the colorful. The breeze blows, and the peach branches tremble gently, like smiling faces, giving people infinite joy and beautiful surprise. This peach blossom is really very spiritual, but it needs to be understood with your heart. "A little pink is more beautiful, and a million hearts are more important." There are mother's poems as evidence. Perhaps the peach blossoms are too beautiful, and two lovely dogs also come to enjoy the spring. They jump up and down lightly and cheerfully, stand up straight, rotate and perform, in order to please their owners and attract our attention. The arrival of this little black and brown toy broke the tranquility of the morning and brought us more laughter. At this moment, I suddenly heard a man say: There are begonia flowers in the front street! If you don't see its shape, you can smell its fragrance. Before we got there, the fragrance of begonia flowers floated with the wind. When we arrived at the intersection, we were even more surprised when we saw the piece of begonia trees. If a thousand trees hang snow, then the begonia flowers are really flourishing. Compared with Peach, Haitang is not only noble and gorgeous, but also fresh and elegant. Look at that flower, which reveals a warm powder from its elegance. The breeze blows and the petals are scattered all over the floor. It is amazing to see the beauty after a petal rain. This kind of beauty makes people not have a trace of distractions in their hearts, just like being in a fairyland of pure spirit. They just want to be integrated with the flowers and the petals that fall to the ground, and they will never be separated from this beautiful scenery again. "Half a roll of Hunan curtain half closed the door, grinding ice into earth jade for the basin. Stealing a pear core is white, and borrowing a plum blossom soul. " Daiyu's poems on begonia are incisive, which describe the beauty and lucidity of begonia flowers. But in my opinion, no matter how beautiful the pot of begonia facing Daiyu is, it is not as beautiful as the thousands of flower trees at Badaguan at this time. This is the real beauty among people. Beautiful scenery is fleeting, but the happiness of traveling hand in hand with relatives is long-lasting, and such happiness lasts forever.
On that day, I met happiness
On that day, I was very happy! Perhaps, it is not very lively or people are indifferent. This National Day seems to be not very lively, and I have lost my fun. It's a pity that I'm still like a childish kid, trying to find fun and happiness.
on a whim, I suddenly have an impulse: I want to clean my box that has been dusty for five years. So I rummaged through everything, and in the forgotten corner, the box that has been covered with dust appeared in front of my eyes, yes! That's it!
when I carefully wipe this box which is more than half a meter wide, my heart is full of excitement and warmth, and it seems to exude mellow warmth.
Open the lock carefully. Oh, my God! Isn't this my model plane? This model was bought for me by my father. At that time, I was only eight years old. I found it when I was shopping with my parents, so I clamored to buy it. Unfortunately, my parents didn't bring so much money, so I had to take me away. At that time, I had to resist with anger, but what's the use? After a few days, it will slowly fade away. In November, my birthday, my father turned around and pulled something out of his back. Oh, my god It's a model plane. Suddenly, happiness spread all over me, and I danced with joy.
the more I climb, the more memories flood into my mind. There are many toys piled up around me, all given by others, and each one has a story that reminds me. Not only these, but also love is piled up around me, which is a dream woven by a child with her sincere heart and the fun of her childhood.
Some people look for happiness all their lives, but ignore the simplest happiness around them; Some people have been looking for wealth all their lives, but they have lost the gold of the soul-personality; Some people have been looking for true friends all their lives, but they have forgotten countless pairs of hands that helped them in times of difficulty.
search, search, search. I, a middle school student, am in a happy honey pot. I have teachers who love me and lovely classmates. Am I not happy? I was very happy that day. No! I am happy every day, and I and the people around me will be happy forever.
On that day, I met Li Bai.
I had a dream. In the dim light, a man dressed in a red gown, carrying a hip flask in one hand and holding Zhu Hao (sheep hair) in the other hand floated up to me, showing his rampage. Who is he?
Oh, it's near, it's near. It was originally the most famous poet in history-Li Bai! He came up to me, raised the hip flask in his hand, and said meekly, Poetry is only possible with wine, but poetry without wine is impossible. The real poem is by your side, little friend. Can you find it? I blinked and said, Grandpa Li Bai, you are a huge poet. Your poems are far-reaching, refreshing and detached, which makes people think after reading them. Not only I am waiting for these students, but also women and children of all ages like reading your poems. However, some of the contents and implications of poetry are still incomprehensible. Can it be expressed in white flowers?
no, no. Li Bai nodded again and again and said, this poem is about feeling yellow. If poetry is shallow, it is like wine mixed with water, which is interesting. That's what it is. However, people in contemporary society only take over easy-to-understand novels, essays and so on, but they are deeply absorbed in beautiful and elegant poems, which leads to poetry falling asleep on the shelf for many years. Every test is not about whether it is the college entrance examination or the senior high school entrance examination, or whether it is a meeting or an ordinary exam. The requirements for composition are always old-fashioned: the subject matter is not limited, except poetry. It's really too much for the world to be so bleak and empty. I said angrily.
Li Bai smiled and said, Really? Maybe. . . . . . . What the hell? The result is that the period is divided. Articles written in spoken language are easy to understand, feel fluent in reading, and can express more content freely. In this regard, oral articles and poems can be regarded as having their own strengths. Li Bai paused and said: Although people can't take over poetry completely now, I believe that poetry is bound to be hungry by people's hobbies. Little friend, don't you think so?
well, I also trust 1! I nodded heavily.
Li Bai smiled happily, then waddled away and finally disappeared.
my dream woke up. When I woke up, it was the 21st century. Poetry also woke up.
Yes, speaking of the future of poetry, I believe it will be taken over by most people. You wait, grandpa Li Bai, the prosperity of poetry is just around the corner, because what is it? The achievement is a brilliant pearl in the literary crown!
I met Sister Xianglin that day.
What a gaunt figure, carrying a basket, walking alone in the street. Why did I accidentally see this photo on the internet and be so familiar with it? The feeling of deja vu. But I just can't remember it. . Open the Chinese book. My doubts have been answered. -Sister Xianglin. When I think of Sister Xianglin. There will be some wonderful worries on the psychological side.
I've been thinking. Lu Xun, why did he write this article? What is he trying to tell us?
I like this novel very much, but I also feel sorry for Sister Xianglin's life experience, "Blessing". When everyone is doing "blessing", and Sister Xianglin? And he passed away. When he died, no one cared about him. On the contrary, everyone is sending a car to him. Ignoring his existence, no one can understand his helplessness.
Some people think that Sister Xianglin is too weak. If you don't know how to resist, you will end up like this.
didn't he resist? He couldn't stand the abuse of his mother-in-law, and he yearned for a new life. Still rushing out. When he was forced by his mother-in-law to add to the royal family, he shouted all the way. When he arrived at the royal family, his voice was hoarse. He bumped into the unstoppable flow of blood on the table, and he fought with his life, regardless of his own life. Sister Xianglin donated the threshold, but she was still forbidden to participate in sacrificial activities, so she picked up a kitchen knife and ran to the earth temple to cut it angrily. Didn't he resist?
It was the devil who killed Xianglinsao-feudal ethics. Feudal ethics required women to be widowed, obedient and virtuous, but Xianglinsao didn't abide by it, and all kinds of gossip were added to him, making him breathless.
I think Lu Xun, like me, has deep sympathy for Sister Xianglin.
Let people see the tragic fate of working women destroyed by the interchange of feudal ideas in the old society, and expose the abuses and residual poison of feudal ideology and culture.
the second son of feudalism, why does it sound horrible? Is it because you read this article? Fortunately. People who want Xianglinsao's fate are basically gone now. I'm not going back to that society.
what a gaunt figure, carrying a basket, walking alone in the street. Why did I accidentally see this photo on the internet and be so familiar with it? The feeling of deja vu. But I just can't remember it. ...