We can't abandon history. Even if you say to yourself a thousand times: forget the past, it always flashes in your present life in an unexpected way. For a moment, you always feel that you don't know where you are. The past, the past people and the past scenes seem to be at the end of the blur and clearly in front of us. A theme song "Broken Blue Bridge" has been sung for many years, and it is still being sung lightly by us, accompanied by nostalgia for the past and attachment to life. However, everyone who has sung knows that after such a heavy curtain of time, the past can never come back. . ..
Of course, modern people talk a lot about the past. To dwell on the past often means getting old and depressed. Modern people like to say that we should base ourselves on the present and show the future. Now we really grasp it. When you are alive, you can't help feeling like a dream. Only by grasping the present moment and grasping something that can be seen and touched can we prove that we really walked on this planet once. Therefore, we should let go of ourselves, boldly rise and fall in the ocean, show ourselves in the competition, realize in life, laugh when we should laugh, sing when we should sing, and not hide when we should cry. Life only belongs to us once. Today after the past is always hidden in yesterday that can't be returned.
In fact, the past, which we always want to forget and never forget, only taught us four words: seize the present.
2. Write a composition on the topic of "Old Times", sit anxiously at the end of the season for no reason, wait for the clouds, walk around, copy other people's sadness with elegant posture, and pull your heart into pieces. Clinging to the sky that doesn't belong to you, waiting for the old days, let the pale years dye your fingertips and reveal helpless sadness. Hand-painted blue sky, looking forward to your future, without any sadness, is an irrelevant thing.
Maybe we are all young, so we are entangled; We are all ignorant, so naive; We are all confused, so we are curious.
I remember, Xiaoling, are you all right?
I can't let go of my thoughts-with you, a flower will bloom in my heart every day, and the fragrance will interpret myself beautifully.
In the third grade, you built a vague line of sight, but I became a haze, covering your feet coldly, and you cared nothing. Because of my imperfection, I gave up all the tenderness around me.
Left-handed memory, right-handed time. Memory and years are two disjoint heart lines, one on the left and the other on the right. The scenery along the way, thousands of amorous feelings, like white snowflakes falling on the ground, covered one by one, silent and insightful. In the end, it just dissipated in the melting snow.
We are all post-90s, with a controllable life, a touch of sadness and a touch of happiness. We spend every day in little expectation, occasional excitement and silent disappointment, and then leave with a feeling of knowing how to make the final turn.
We all look forward to the days related to youth, meet hand in hand and be gentle for a while. I always look up to and envy others' happiness, only to find myself looked up to and envied later. In fact, the post-90s youth and fleeting time are all happy. However, your happiness will always be in the eyes of others.
As Gorky said: "Time is the fastest, shortest, most ordinary, most precious thing in the world, which is easily overlooked and regretted." Time always throws people away, and youth can't stand profligacy.
I will only miss you in the past years, and I will always be in tears, just like the bitter but sweet rhyme of strong coffee in my hand; The romance of walking hand in hand has never happened, but the acceleration of oneself and mind is not all in the wind. Ordinary experience, ordinary imagination, remembering the simplest story of our junior high school, drifting away.
Youth is a gorgeous luxury, and some people are narcissistic and lonely; Some people wait silently, and then the wind and water rise; Some people idle away their time and then repent; Others look up at the blue sky alone and have to mumble. Tears in the eyes, blood in the heart, dripping down, and then flooding.
Walking on the seaside of youth, singing loneliness and waiting for that noisy summer, the cool wind haunts your hair and shoulders, making you break up, the sun shakes off the ground, and the sea breeze sweeps your fingertips and takes away the temperature of your fingers. I tried my best to pursue your simplicity, and the faint smile on my lips was dazzling. I always present the "old times" bit by bit. I am a beauty who has never been carved, and I want to show my shame in the dusk. I said goodbye in vain and bared my teeth for it, my teenage years!
Hush, youth, please listen to me: "forgive me for turning away." . "
3. It's a bit arrogant and quick to collect a composition with the title of "Su Shi".
"Life is full of twists and turns, and it is handed down from generation to generation; There are four articles in ancient times. " When Dongpo's life carries bright and beautiful colors and passes through the air; When a few pieces of gold ink were scattered with the noise, I thought of how magical and powerful it is to shape heroes with an open mind; What kind of spirit breaks through the countercurrent with pride?
Scenery Yue Ji
The branches and leaves are flowing with the essence of the sun and the moon, and the calyx is pregnant with a human swan song. He is a miracle of literati, and he is excellent. Painting smartly with a bamboo tube can engrave mountains and rivers and shock the whole world; Versatile, transcendent demeanor can pour all beings into the world, pitching through the ages-that is amber-like thoughts flying, that is the flow of talents like the rising sun, that is a touch of magnificent color in the long scroll of Chinese culture. His poems are a kind of vigorous storage, which can make people think for thousands of years and make time and space soar; His style of writing is flowing like a mountain, fresh and smooth, washing away all the glitz.
His Hua Zhang, between the blue shirts of the literati and the sweeping in late autumn, is being recited everywhere. The official career is smooth, the emperor is reused and talented. The favored one enjoys the joy of life.
Suffer many setbacks in my life.
Too dazzling light always causes the envious eyes of the villains, and the dirty dog comes over with a smile. The haze of history will bind Su Shi's life from now on, and the undercurrent of Wutai has faded from its former glory and drifted from place to place. He didn't expect such a setback. Such an encounter is doomed to be bumpy, because young people always like to harm him in the dark.
But Su Shi is Su Shi after all. He can sail a boat, haunt rough seas, take it easy and be open-minded. At the moment when the dew is crossing the river and the breeze is blowing, he wants to use his more broad-minded and arrogant temperament and think more to suppress his deep sadness about the changes in life and the impermanence of things. He was suddenly enlightened and finally realized that "as it is now, heaven and earth can't be a moment; From its changers, everything and I are endless. In an instant, his heart was clear. Therefore, all misfortunes and tribulations are as small as a hairspring and a wisp of light dust in this broad mind. Those little people don't understand, the breeze on the river understands, and the moon in the mountain understands. In this tug-of-war with evil, Su Shi won a spiritual victory. So, he stayed away from the noise and returned to pure emptiness; He is used to indifference, and his talent is more elegant and free and easy; He knows how to deal with difficulties so as not to be humiliated.
Prosperity is exhausted, so he sends his love to beautiful poems and precipitates immortal art. In this way, suffering can be surpassed, the soul can be promoted and miracles can appear. History will always remember this eternal name-Su Dongpo. Postscript: painful experiences are often an indispensable part of life. In the face of difficulties, what we have to do is not to cover the glory of the soul with fog, nor to bind life by magnifying difficulties. A pupa that is difficult to enlarge will never become a butterfly; Birds that are difficult to enlarge will never be reborn in the fire. What we have to do is to illuminate the road at night with the moonlight of the soul and touch the comfort of "a thousand miles fast" in the journey of life with an optimistic and open-minded spirit!
Comments by famous teachers
In recent years, every year in the college entrance examination, candidates have written Su Shi. However, it should be noted that writing Su Shi requires certain knowledge and talent, otherwise it is likely to be self-defeating.
4. Writing reference on filial piety:
Filial piety comes first (word count: 522)
Filial piety! Chinese virtues handed down from generation to generation can still shine after so many years of ups and downs. However, it seems to have faded away in today's society!
Nowadays, it is not uncommon for young people to concentrate on studying, fighting and playing truant. Yes, regardless of the hard work of parents, when I got home, my mother didn't like her cooking. She grabbed the bowl and threw it underground. She stamped her foot and pointed at her parents' noses, and all the ugly words popped out! Some Internet cafes are "big landlords" who sit for a day or two without eating or drinking, let alone going home! Let parents worry and fret at home. Finally, they had to wait for their parents to invite them home again and again. Sometimes they wear out their mouths. Finally, I was scolded by the child and hit my head with ash. Yes, they spend money like water and regard this habit as a sign of luxury. I often don't go home, but good words from my parents go in one ear and out the other. After a day or two, it disappeared again, and after three days, I called for money and made trouble for a long time. Alas, it's really "poverty leads to change"!
Has this eternal Chinese virtue been "conquered" by young people? Oh, no, we can't forget the kindness our parents gave us! But how much love the grass has, and I got three rays of spring! Although we don't have billions of dollars to give to our parents, we can send a bunch of flowers; Although we don't have a luxury car to take our parents out for a trip, we can hold their hands and walk with them ... In fact, their requirements are not high, they just need a little warmth. We should try our best to be filial to them!
Friends, ask yourself: filial piety, have you done it?
5. Write a composition on the topic of "I can't go back to the past". Is there any ingenious way to let the children go (we can't go back)? Once upon a time, there was a man who kept an eagle, and then the eagle ran away.
A few days later, the eagle's body was found on the mountain. Master can't figure out why the eagle died for no reason. Under the guidance of the old man, he cut open the eagle's stomach and suddenly realized.
It turned out that the eagle was pampered in a cage, but it lost its hunting ability, its stomach was empty and it starved to death. Children are a flock of eagles, and eventually they will leave the cage.
Every parent, every family, is only a temporary haven. A ship that wants to go to sea will eventually go to sea, and the wind and waves it will experience are inevitable after all. There are many roads and dark nights in life, which can only be faced alone. Parents can't replace and undertake their children's lives.
But, look at China today, where is there no "eagle" in a cage? They have never experienced it, and have been living cautiously under the care of their parents. When you go to school, your parents will pick you up and help you carry your schoolbag. In life, parents help to wash quilts, help to dress and tie shoelaces; Even when we went to the summer camp, some parents had prepared enough food and bags big enough to hold dirty clothes ... Imagine how such a group of "eagles" would live if they flew out of their cages. What can they do except feel the troubles and heaviness of life? Tsinghua University once expelled a student because he didn't know how to dress and tie his shoelaces at school.
It is also reported that a girl didn't know how to cook eggs at school, so she had to go home crying with two eggs in her arms. Isn't it strange that such a ridiculous thing should be a living example in real life? Not surprising! Such education will lead to such children. Sugarcane that is not watered with sugarcane juice is sweet.
Children's growth needs sharpening, and children's ability can only be formed through sharpening. Makarenko once hit the nail on the head: "Overindulgence is a kind of destruction to children."
This is not sensational. Have you ever seen a lonely pine tree standing proudly on a cliff? Why does its stem not move in the cold wind? That's because when it leaned out of the boulder, it was already devastated by suffering.
Have you ever seen butterflies flying around? Why are its wings so powerful in the sun? That's because when it comes out of the cocoon, it tries its best to squeeze body fluids into its wings. "The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom is bitter and cold."
"If the white jade is not destroyed, what is it?" Although the ancients have gone far away, the words are still in my ears! Some people say that the future of the country is in the hands of mothers rather than those in power. Family education is related to the fate of the country.
I hope that parents in the world will let their children out of their cages, let them experience storms and let them build strong wings.
6. Write a short essay of not less than 600 words on the topic of "suffering". As the old saying goes, people have suffered a lot since ancient times. Looking back at history, we will find that many celebrities attach great importance to cultivating their perseverance in adversity. ?
Cao Xueqin, a famous writer in the Qing Dynasty, was born in an official family, but he did not covet wealth and comfort and lived alone in a humble room. He wrote a motto on the wall to inspire him to work hard. ?
Yan Hui, a disciple of Confucius, was born in a poor family with a dilapidated house. He could only curl up on the table, but he enjoyed himself in such adversity and learned something. Therefore, Confucius left such words in The Analects of Confucius: a ladle of food and a ladle of drink, in the mean lane, people can't bear to worry, and they won't change their fun when they go back. Hyun-jae, come back! Confucius praised Yan Hui as a scholar who aspired to Taoism and could not overcome the evil of food and clothing. ?
I believe that the great achievements of these celebrities are inseparable from their tempering in a difficult environment. Looking at reality, how can we lose the spirit of suffering? As Mencius said: Heaven will be a great task to Sri Lankan people, so we must first suffer their minds, work their bones and muscles, starve their bodies and skin, and empty their bodies. Only after experiencing difficulties and hardships can we truly build up confidence in facing difficulties. Without some frost and bitterness, there would be no fragrance of plum blossoms. This is what Mr. Yu Zhenfei, a famous performing artist in China, said when he taught the actors technical experience, and it is also his heartfelt words. In fact, Mr. Yu Zhenfei has taken an extraordinary artistic path. On this rugged road, he shed hard sweat, paid hard work and paid a lifetime of hard work. After some frost and bitterness, he finally got the fragrance of plum blossoms! ?
The sky is not only blue, and the clouds are not only white; Plants are not only green, but also flowers will not bloom forever. From babbling to sunset, how many people will be smooth sailing? Looking at the ups and downs of life from another angle, maybe you will find that suffering is also a kind of happiness on the road of life!
7. Write a composition on the topic of collection to collect family affection.
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When I was a child, I was afraid of hitting the bowl. To be precise, I'm afraid my mother will give me a good beating after breaking the bowl.
In fact, my mother is usually not fierce, except for one case, that is, whenever the bowl in my hand accidentally "slams" and the sound of breaking has not fallen, my mother's slap will suddenly come with the wind in her arms like a conditioned reflex, and I will often be confused until I return to my mind and face my mother's hoarse roar with tears in my eyes.
As far as I can remember, it seems very common for me, a naughty boy who is often covered with dust, to break a bowl. Often when eating, I hear the call of my partner outside. When you are excited, the bowl in your hand will fall to the ground unwillingly and break into pieces. Sometimes when I see my friends playing outside, I will join in with my rice bowl. It is inevitable that the bowl will be broken. I have a bad memory. I was beaten yesterday, but I forgot today. I was beaten today, and I'll throw it out tomorrow. It is not difficult to imagine that my face and the back of my head will inadvertently become places where my mother slaps me.
After I was taught a lot by my mother, I gradually learned to compare in my mind. I envy the thought that every time my partner breaks the bowl, his mother doesn't blame him at all, but comforts him repeatedly. This kind of envy sublimates with the increasing number of times being beaten by my mother, and a feeling of dissatisfaction with my mother is also increasing. After a long time, this dissatisfaction finally broke out like a blowout. As a direct result of this outbreak, I decided to run away from home after another bowl fight. I went to a far away place, and a father named "Henan" contracted the agricultural kiln.
It was an evening when the birds came home and I walked out of the house with tears on my face. I don't know where Henan is. I just take it for granted that the sun is far away. As long as I keep going west, I will meet my father. I walked all the way crying because I was afraid after dark that day. When I was finally sent home by a kind-hearted old man who walked at night, it was already after one o'clock in the morning. My mom was obviously scared. It was not until long after I came back that her white face showed some bloodshot.
I was ten years old. At the age of ten, I finally forced my mother to compromise by running away from home. Since then, I have never suffered from the pain of playing bowls, and I have been complacent for a long time.
Twenty years have passed in a flash. Shortly after the Spring Festival this year, my father decided to redecorate the house. When my mother and I were cleaning up their room together, we took out a plastic bag from the dim old lamp cabinet, and there was a bang, but it was porcelain tiles and bowls of porcelain tiles. At that moment, I was in a daze for a long time, until my mother picked up those tiles and listed the time and place where I broke each tile. The past is in front of us. I was surprised by my mother's amazing memory, and even more shocked by her words mixed with faint sighs. My mother told me that when I was faced with porcelain pieces of different shapes and sizes, I was beaten for hitting a bowl, of course, because my family was poor, but it was also because she was told by the older generation that breaking a bowl as a child would add another hurdle to my future life, and these things would not be revealed until a certain time, otherwise it would be worse for me. When she said this, her mother's eyes were red and her face was solemn. "Who doesn't want their children to live a quiet life in the future! After so many years, as long as I think of my fierceness and embarrassment to you at that time, my heart is particularly sad. "
"Fortunately, I also know that as long as you take out a piece of porcelain from every bowl you break and collect it for ten years since you were eighteen, you can offset some bad luck. Now it just expires, and it's okay to say it. " With these words, the mother with wet eyes sighed and her face was comforted. I was silent, but my heart was turned upside down. It turns out that my misunderstood past contains my mother's secret and affectionate thoughts. It turns out that not all superstitious people can be laughed at, such as my mother in her sixties, and not all superstitious activities can be condemned, such as her careful collection of porcelain!
At that moment, when I solemnly decided to collect that bag of porcelain, I knew that what I collected at the same time was enough to warm my family!
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8. Write a 500-word composition on the topic of "Delicious food on the dining table". In my eyes, the meatballs cooked by my mother are really delicious, but now my mind has taken a 180 degree turn. In my opinion, what is really delicious is the steak I just ate today.
Today, dad said he would take me to eat steak. I am very excited because I have never eaten steak before. I only heard my classmates talk endlessly about how delicious steak is, how tempting it is, and how delicious it is. I walked aside speechless and envied those who had eaten steak. Today, I can finally taste the mouth-watering steak.
Dad took us to a tall building called Yahao.
I was surprised when I entered Yahao. There is a pyramid-shaped wine cabinet in the dining room, which contains many precious red wines. Every corner of the stairs is round, and many flowers and plants are placed, which makes people amazed at a glance. These scenery opened my eyes. But the only fly in the ointment is that there is no window to enter the room, which is really boring.
Dad picked up the menu and ordered: six steaks and a frog, ................................................................................................................................................................. "Why is it so slow?" The impatient brother complained that we were all excited at the sound of footsteps. Here comes the steak, greasy and slick. I bite it down and it's full of energy. The delicious steak made me fall in love with him at first sight.
The steak is really delicious. Come and try it!
I remember what happened when I was nine. I walked out of school that day and saw my mother waving to me from a distance. I immediately ran over and got on the battery car. When I arrived at the supermarket, my mother stopped and asked, "What do you want to eat, Yang Er?" I said, "I want to eat glutinous rice balls." Mom said, "OK, I'll buy it for you. Don't run around. " "OK," I said, and then my mother went in. I was sitting in the car when I suddenly saw a sugar-coated gourd seller across the street. I rushed over without thinking, but the unfortunate thing happened in the middle.
A black car flew by, and I fell as soon as it got dark, but I heard a vague cry in my ear, and then I didn't know anything. Then the driver and my mother took me to the hospital and pushed me into the emergency room. When I woke up, I found that I had been lying in a white room. I froze for a second before I realized that this was a hospital. I was hit by a car and went to the hospital. This is when I vaguely heard footsteps approaching. I saw a girl in her twenties come in and say, "Sorry, kid, I didn't brake well that day and hit you." I said, "Nothing, don't you think I'm okay? Look, look, hehe, it's okay. " Then my sister put a bunch of lilies on the bed. Suddenly I said, "Sister, why didn't you run when you hit me?" Sister said, "It's wrong to run after hitting someone." I fell asleep again as I talked.
This time, when I woke up, I found another person beside the bed. When I looked carefully, it turned out to be my mother. I looked at my mother's haggard face as if I were ten years older. As soon as I saw it, I threw myself into my mother's arms and burst into tears. My mother quickly comforted me and said, "It's okay." It doesn't matter at first glance. I cried again when I saw my mother's pale face. This time, I cried even harder. I cried until I saw this mother, and fell asleep after a while. I was already at home when I woke up. I smiled at my mother and said, "Look, I'm alive again." We laughed when we said this.
10. Write a composition entitled Wealth: Poverty and Wealth.
God is fair, but there is not much difference between rich and poor. Children of rich families have more opportunities to go to high-end hotels than children in rural areas, and have less fun playing with sand. More is intoxicated in the network, less is playing by the river and catching fish and shrimp; There are more opportunities to attend excellent schools, and the wild energy of rural children is less.
Compared with my deskmate Ying Yun, my family is happy and rich, but there is not much difference between me and her. She is very sensible, does a lot of housework, cares about others when they need help, and knows how to help. But I only know the simple etiquette of meeting foreign guests.
I am a flower in the greenhouse. I grew up under the care of many people. I can be said to be the apple of my eye. Usually reach for clothes and eat your mouth. My aunt does all the housework at home, so I don't have to work hard. Someone prepares a delicious breakfast for me every day. So, gradually, I became a lazy cat.
Poverty and wealth witness your success and failure. Actually, poverty is not terrible. The terrible thing is that we have no wild energy and no belief in struggle and hard work. If you are rich today, you will be poor by people who were poorer than you yesterday. No one has been rich for five generations. Today's efforts have made tomorrow's rich and poor. If you have the spirit of making progress, is it a distant thing?