Appreciation of Classical Philosophical Prose 1000 Words Part I: Good Morning Youth
It ushered in a new year. In retrospect, it is unforgettable everywhere.
Remember, every spring, we fly out of the nest like birds, looking for a free sky.
I still remember that every summer, the breeze blows slowly, bathing in the sunshine, sitting in the courtyard while reading and enjoying the cool.
I still remember that every autumn, the golden scenery comes into view, shining, sitting next to the high grain pile, counting the ripe fruits and harvesting different surprises.
I still remember that every winter, the heavy snow comes as scheduled, and everyone runs, smiles and looks forward to it.
In a blink of an eye, a year has passed, replaced by worry and pressure. Year after year, time flies. In a blink of an eye, we have all grown up, no longer burdened with happiness and troubles, but with difficult choices when facing the test of life and the pursuit that we can't give up when encountering setbacks. Also, after waves of homework and exams, innocence has left us, leaving us with only the troubles when we grow up.
In fact, I really want to go back to the past and that carefree childhood. I really hope this is just a dream, a nightmare. When I wake up, it's over and I'm back to the beginning. However, this is really a dream, a dream that will never come true.
Sometimes, we complain, feel sad and don't want to face the reality. However, facts are facts and can never be changed. When we grow up, we will take responsibility, choose to escape and choose to turn a blind eye. This is the stupidest thing to do, because this is reality and this is life. We can't change anything, nor can we have the ability to give up. No matter what you do, how to escape, it won't help. No matter how hard and helpless this road is, the bullet will pass. When we really grow up, mature and have the ability to do what we want to do, you will recall this most unforgettable time, remember the dribs and drabs you have gone through before, and remember all the difficulties you have broken through before. That feeling will devour all previous resentment and dissatisfaction. It is true happiness and true understanding.
In fact, we should thank youth, an unforgettable road that teaches us to grow and be happy. It may be difficult. There are many difficulties. However, no matter how difficult it is to break through and walk through, it is the only way for us to grow up. This is an unchangeable fact. When you really understand, you will be grateful for all this, for everything that your youth has accompanied you through, and for letting you know the meaning of the word life, only real experience. Only in this way can we understand all the development laws of love, life, society and everything in the world. We should not expect too much, just a touch of happiness, so that we will not be at arm's length and afraid of losing this happiness. Now that we are still young, we should seize this little happiness in our hands and strive for the future with confidence and passion.
So, youth, thank you for letting me understand everything, and I hope I can overcome all the difficulties in my youth. The road ahead is still far and wide, and it will not disappear because of my arrival. I will use my own strength to create a sky where I can fly freely and a world where I can live happily. This road will be accompanied by youth, accompanied by all the experiences and hardships on the road of youth. Say good morning to my future.
1000 words Appreciation of Classical Philosophical Prose Part II: Direction
Every road has a reason to have to trudge like this.
Every road we take has a direction we must choose.
On the road of growing up, I often have a lot of confusion. When I am confused, I always ask myself helplessly: The road is ahead, so I will go on, but why should the road have so many directions?
At one time, I often had nightmares during a nap or when I went to bed late. In the face of nightmares, I always dream that I am walking aimlessly in a street. All the shops are closed and the wind is blowing hard. Walking, I suddenly curled up in a corner, buried my whole face in my leg and began to cry. This dream has been with me for a long time. When I open my eyes, I always think: Why should I cry in my dream? Why am I alone? Later, once again, it was a nightmare. I cried loudly and my classmates woke me up. They were scared, but when I woke up, I looked ignorant. I said Yan arrived, and they asked me to put a pair of scissors under my pillow. I let go. Maybe it's psychological. I didn't have nightmares after I put the scissors.
But I can't forget the scene in my dream. I was so lonely and helpless in my dream.
Maybe I am such a person-I like being alone, but I have always been afraid of loneliness.
Suddenly I feel that my life is like a sailboat, drifting and swaying, always thinking that I saw the coast, but it is actually just a fast stone; I've thought about my life and my direction, but I can walk around. I'm still at the origin, wandering. I am writing these words alone, recalling the past, but I still have to try not to shed tears. During this period of my life, I have been stopping to have a rest and have never found my own direction.
Just like who said: our growth is always inevitably the opposite of what we imagined. Now we are always used to silence, afraid that the pain in our hearts will be unconsciously expressed. Just when the black-and-white memories are gradually washed away by the torrent of years, leaving only mottled images, we keep growing, tossing and turning in the world of mortals, and constantly dyeing ourselves with various colors.
Up to now, I have found that some people have begun to go far and gradually have nothing to do with me. They each have their own direction and can't stop. Then more and more strange, keep walking, deviate from each other. Just like two parallel lines, they will never extend, but they will never intersect.
At this moment, how I wish all my thoughts would end here and start again. I no longer have to bury my loneliness and loneliness in my beloved and messy words, and my sad mood will not be exposed to the floating air unprepared.
However, I still-
Hiding at a certain time, missing the palm print for a while,
Hide somewhere and continue to consider my direction.
1000 words Appreciation of Classical Philosophical Prose (Ⅲ): Accompanied Poems
Books are the ladder of human progress. I like reading, but I prefer the poems in books. I can take poetry as my companion and friend and enjoy the beautiful scenery all year round. The sound of spring rain, the beauty of summer lotus, the sadness of autumn rain and the beauty of winter are all white.
Continuous spring rain
Spring is the beginning of a year. It is mentioned in the book that "a day's plan lies in the morning and a year's plan lies in the spring". Spring is the beginning of a new life. All the animals and plants began to come out for food, and the earth began to wake up and be full of vitality. Spring reminds me of the poem "The sky is raining and crisp, the grass is close at hand, but there is nothing". I have seen the beautiful scenery in early spring. It is drizzling in the street. The grass is so lovely. Spring is my favorite. There are many poems about spring, and I will experience, understand and reminisce slowly, and have a wonderful and unforgettable season.
Xiahe Ying Ying
Summer insects are singing, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter. I was bored in my heart. When I came out for a walk, I accidentally saw lotus flowers blooming by the pond, which immediately reminded me of the beautiful scenery described by the poet in ancient poetry. "The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are of different colors." Looking at the lotus leaves in the sky, reflecting the same red and white lotus flowers, is a kind of comfort, from the heart, the mood is not so irritable, and there are bursts of cool breeze. "Out of the mud but not stained, green but not demon" wrote the quality of lotus, clean, soak a cup of herbal tea, sit outside the pavilion and enjoy the lotus full of pools, which really has a charm! Lotus leaves in summer can be used to shelter from the rain when it rains. Lotus flowers are used for appreciation; Flowers have withered, lotus seeds can be eaten, and pistils can make tea. Summer lotus is really the most beautiful scenery in summer.
the autumn rain goes on and on
Listening to the rain outside, I feel lonely. The rain is so desolate and helpless. Autumn is a rainy season, and the most time is listening to the rain. "Sleeping at night listening to the wind and rain, the Iron Horse Glacier is like a dream." Write the spirit of Lu You's poor ambition to serve the country. In the end, heroes are useless. "When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, he talks to Xiyu" wrote that Li Shangyin and his loved ones can't be together, and only when they meet later will * * * discuss with him, Xiyu. The desolation of autumn rain is the theme of expressing feelings in poetry.
Snow-covered.
Winter is coming and the animals are hibernating. Lively nature is much quieter. Only the snow is still falling silently. The snow outside the Great Wall is surprisingly heavy, "like the strong wind in spring, which blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees". Snow is the creator of decorating nature, adding a dazzling stroke to the silent, dry and cold winter. "A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue." It's snowing on the river, so I can't catch any fish, so I have to stay with Jiang Xue.
Every poem will be a realm. If you understand a good poem with your heart, there must be a picture or drama. Take poetry as your friend, and you will have new feelings all year round.