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NO.1
Sunset, touched me
"Sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk" poem touched the hearts of many people, this touch originated from Li Shangyin's love of the infinite beauty of the sunset. But not long ago, an encounter with the sunset also made me have unlimited reverie on the sunset. The sunset, such a crippled sun, touched my heart from that moment on.
Saturday, the happy bell rang, and all the students cheered and picked up their backpacks and prepared to go home. But I was powerless on my desk, unwilling to move, why? In order to a make me ashamed of the chemistry paper, in order to make me speechless to face the teacher's 76 points. I wanted to reflect for a while longer, but I was driven out of the classroom by the labor committee on the grounds that I had to mop the floor. Standing in the hallway, still slumped over the railing. Tears had been shed, and I just interrogated myself thousands of times about why I was so careless. I longed, longed for God to give me a "regret pill", so that I retake the test again. I raised my head and looked at my favorite blue sky. In a flash, this careless looking up made me find a small beam of sunlight in the old tree by the cafeteria, and I followed the light, looking for the source of light. It was the setting sun, the setting sun in the west. This is a rare sight. An old tree with no green leaves yet possessing a sun at the top of the tree, fiery red. The setting sun colored the light blue of the sky into a dark reddish color. While I was still absorbed in this beauty, I looked up again, how come the sun became half? I was not willing to enjoy only half of the setting sun, so I quickly ran to the third floor, grabbed the railing, a glimpse of her face. Perhaps it was the rare beauty that forced me to put aside the unhappiness and loss in my heart. When I saw the full sun again, I actually smiled happily. Looking at the sunset, a series of questions suddenly flashed through my mind: why did today pass by so unnoticed? What will happen tomorrow? Will there still be such a pleasant sunset view?
However, at once, I realized: for those unknown things, we are the master. What will happen tomorrow is determined by its master. The sun will rise in the east, the sun will set in the west, this is the unchanging fact. Don't care whether there will be sunrise magnificence and sunset beauty tomorrow, as long as there is a sun in your heart, the same way: don't care whether you will fall down in the middle of the way, as long as there is a faith in your heart. Tears dry, the sky of fantasy is always useless. The only thing is to continue to summarize the experience, in the mountains and water in the will, so you can wait for the darkness of the euphoria.
Without realizing it, the setting sun no longer exists, and the only thing on the quiet campus is the loud voice of a teenager touched by the setting sun: "Go home!"
NO.2
Night rain, touched me
Empty night, came the pattering rain.
People were surprised by the quiet landing of the rain, so the road will no longer have a leisurely stroll of the elegant, do not want to be this clear as a feather of the rain stained people, accelerated the pace of home. Empty spirit of the night, become distant, long. The houses in the night rain synthesized into a wall of sound.
I, in this night rain in the package, standing in front of the foggy window, fingers in the window drawing a circle after a circle, seems to want to be related to the memory of the sleeve. At night, all the beautiful scenery outside the window no longer exists, the daytime hustle and bustle of the world as if disappearing in the pattering rain. Night rain, limit people's activities, so stay in the quiet environment of imagination, always especially far away, especially focused. Circle after circle scratched away a layer of water fog, soon the second layer of fog came up. Standing in front of the window, as if you can not see any shadow, but in fact, people can see more distant.
In fact, the scene of the night rain is not so beautiful. The cramped environment, the muddy road, the falling petals ...... However, the night rain towards itself, towards simplicity, towards the serenity of the poetry of a moment have flocked to the heart. Li Shangyin's "night rain send north" change can be called one of the models. It is this deep impermeable package, Gong Zizhen's "red is not a heartless thing, into the spring mud more flowers" dedication to the beauty of the more touching my heartstrings. Charcoal sellers are still in the blanket of white snow on the line, and the night rain seems to have the same flavor. The market in the sky has become simple and childish for a moment, and I opened my heart to the sky in the night rain in search of confusion.
In fact, the expectation in the night rain is not small. Waiting for people to look at the distant dying light, the heart of the light shot out of the grief: Daiyu woke up in a dream, holding the wooden boat left before Baoyu tears; Li Qingzhao, "more than the thin yellow flowers, can not be loaded with a lot of sadness" missing her husband's sadness; Chang'e think of her husband's heart, angrily ate elixir and abandoned the earth to go to the pity of the sadness of the sighing can be felt; Pressure in the Leifeng Tower under the White Lady looking forward to Xu Xian's overwhelming love ......
In fact, the night rain in the imagination is not empty, just look at how your state of mind.
The empty spirit of the night, my thoughts were released. I gazed quietly enjoying the quiet of solitude, I stood silently savoring the mystery of the habitat, my heart was touched and enlightened. It was the night rain that touched my heart.
NO,3
Mother's love. Touched me
The Tibetan antelope is a tough animal, living in the Tibetan prairie, a bright pearl there. But you know what? The dashing Tibetan antelope also has a tearful side. There is an article called "Tibetan antelope kneeling", I read this article, the heart can not be calm for a long time ......
The story is about a hunter in the Tibetan plateau, one morning, he walked out of the tent saw a fat Tibetan antelope. He was so happy that he took out his shotgun and aimed it at the antelope. Suddenly the fat antelope knelt down towards the hunter and two tears flowed from its eyes. The hunter was stunned, the first time in his thirty years of hunting career to see such a scene, his heart not only softened. But the hunter must be a hunter, only to see his eyes closed, pull the trigger, the Tibetan antelope fell with the sound. After killing, the hunter did not immediately deal with, but a series of several days before doing. When he cut open the Tibetan antelope abdomen, stunned: found that the antelope uterus has a small antelope has been molded, the original Tibetan antelope kneeling is begging to let their children a way out of life ah! The hunter's knife fell to the ground, and the hunter's shadow disappeared from the prairie.
I was y impressed by the mother, she let me understand that mother's love is so great! I believe that the antelope mother knows that begging the hard-hearted hunter how great the risk, but if the escape that even live a ray of hope ah! If there is no child, maybe the antelope will run away, but it has a child, it is for the safety of the child to do so. What does a mother do for her child?
Thinking about the great mother of the Tibetan antelope, my mother's shadow also appeared in my mind. My mother loved me in every way, was inseparable from me, and she preferred to do things she didn't like for my sake. I heard that when mom was pregnant with me, she ate everything that was nutritious. Mom's favorite food was hot pot, but after reading that eating fishy and spicy food is not good for the fetus, Mom endured the saliva for ten months. I hate the taste of walnuts, but they are good for the fetus, so I had to give up my life for mine.
Mothers are the same all over the world, they will devote all their energy to their children, and even give up their lives for their children, just like the mother of the Tibetan antelope. Whenever I think of the Tibetan antelope kneeling, my heart is shaken, I can't forget the two traces of crystal tears, and I can't forget that kneeling, because it is full of heartbreaking and great motherly love.
There is a good song: "the world is only a good mother, there is a mother's child like a piece of treasure ......" Yes! How great and important is the mother.
NO.4
The ancient and modern people touched my heart
Looking forward to the ancient and modern people, see the rut of history rolling over, leaving traces of splendor, touched my heart.
Xiang Yu touched my heart. The "force of the mountains and gas cover the world, when adverse Ruoxi Ya not pass away" of the hegemony, a vassal in the chaos of the ability to save the day, so that all the vassals prostrate to the king, a broken kettle to thrill the soldiers of the marshal, Gaixia battle, refused to cross the Jiangdong, the gold halberd a Yang, blood on the battlefield. He created a hegemony because of face to face into the water, I feel sorry for him.
Su Shi touched my heart. Dong Po, that in the "pick all the cold branches refused to perch, lonely sandbar cold" in the shock of introspection and reflection, so as to realize the Confucianism of the push has been and others, will be the equality of all living beings of Buddhism, to lead the Taoism of the value of life, the collection of the essence of the casting of the "Demoiselle rains and smokes Renpingping" "There is no rain or wind, there is no sunshine," the transcendent and open-minded. I praise him for that.
Sima Qian touched my heart. Sima Qian, who suffered the injustice and humiliation of palace torture, finally wrote the "Historical Records", which is "the last song of the historians and the unhyphenated leitmotif", after spending months in prison to fulfill his father's wishes and accomplish his own ideals. I praise him for his perseverance. I commend him for his perseverance.
Van Gogh touched my heart. Van Gogh, the Impressionist painter, gave up his family's fortune to explore a new and undiscovered world. His family was the largest painting dealer in Europe at the time, controlling almost the entire European art market. He could have catered to fashion to make a profit, but he didn't care. His ideas were ahead of their time and difficult to accept. Finally, in an unknown corner of Paris, Van Gogh blossomed his last beauty like his sunflowers. He killed himself in a golden wheat field, just like his pursuit of light. I applaud his persistence.
Looking at the ancient and modern times and foreign how many characters touched my heart: Gou Tramp lying down to taste the guts, Han Xin suffered crotch insults and rich and strong, Zu Di wen chicken dance, life is the art of Picasso ...... their compilation of chapters, their qualities, their spirit, is the soul of the treasure in the history of mankind. I want to learn their spirit, so that their life is something else.
All of them have been integrated into the history of sweat, no matter engraved with people praise or depreciation, but they left traces, dancing in silence, touched my heart.
NO.5
Raindrops, touched my heart
"Good rain knows the time of year, when spring is happening." It is Du Fu's insight into the soft spring rain; "When *** cut the candles in the west window, but talk about Bashan night rain." Li Shangyin's thoughts on the rain in autumn; "The water is brimming with sunshine, and the rain is also strange." It is Su Shi on the rain after the fresh sentiment ...... rain beads, has touched the hearts of how many writers and writers. And she, too, swept the beautiful ripples in my mind.
At the end of the night, lying in bed listening to the rain in the windowpane knocked out a wonderful music, what a pleasure! Sometimes it's urgent, like an uplifting song. Sometimes slow and soft, like a lullaby to fall asleep. At this time, as long as you are quiet, you can hear the heartbeat of the beads of rain and feel her breathing. At this moment, you will think of Lu You, who is also lying on a lonely bed, reading, "At the end of the night, you will listen to the wind blowing rain, and the iron horse and the icy river will come into your dream." At this moment, the mind will be touched and shocked by Lu You's strong patriotic feelings.
Night rain, let my heart ignite a piece of strong patriotic feelings, she, y touched my heart.
People clamor drums ringing classroom, the rain beads violently hit the white bright glass, such as fine drums. It was a sudden rain that crept up on us without us realizing it. The loud sound of the rain caused my eyes to be drawn to the tip of a leaf. I gazed at the raindrops sliding down the surface of the leaf, tracing a graceful arc, like shooting stars across the night sky. Suddenly, a thought sprouted in my mind - to cherish time. "I live to wait for tomorrow, tomorrow is a waste of time" suddenly occupied the space of thought. Cherish every inch of time, will not regret this life!
The rain, in my thoughts written on two precious words. She, y touches my heart.
Walking in the quiet street, despite the rain, but do not want to hold an umbrella. At this time the rain is not as summer rain that hit the shoulders of the sting, but like a pair of gentle hands in the appeasement. Soft rain, set off a thought in the heart. In the busy school, there is no time to take care of the distant relatives, the book borrowed that miss the flower needle, in the heart of the memory of that warm picture.
Soft rain, let me recall a warm fragrance inside, she, y touched my heart.
Tasting the rain, but also in the interpretation of life. Life as rain, the drumbeat in the heart, even if it is small, will touch the petals of the heart, swinging a fragrance ......
NO.6
Nature touches my heart
Morning winds help over the pine forest, soughing; sunset swept over the grass, picking up the beads of iso; butterfly wings pat flowers, light dance Flying; green leaves dripping morning dew, refracting sunlight. Everything is so beautiful! What wonderful things nature has given us! It touches my heart y.
The Tenacious Grass
The summer before last, when I was walking along the cement-paved path at school, I found that in the gap of a cement slab, a dog's tail grass stood resolutely. It was still tender, poking around the world curiously. It was lonely because it didn't have a companion by its side, but it was proud because it had overcome the unbelievably hard rock. "Thousands of blows are still tough, let the wind blow from east to west and from south to north." Yes, I should also learn from this plant, no matter what happens to be strong to face, break the "rock" stand proud! It - this tenacious grass, y touched my heart.
The ants that carry food
That time, I was on my way home, and a black line under my feet caught my eye. Oh! It was a swarm of ants. The ants were carrying some white food on their backs, and they were traveling in two lines, which were so long that they could not see the head or the tail. Ah, a black line that never breaks. They - the united and hardworking ants - touched my heart y.
The blip
People often use the blip as a metaphor for something rare and uncommon, appearing for a moment and then quickly disappearing. Have you ever seen a blip? It is very beautiful when it blooms: white petals, yellow stamens, sunny open, elegant posture fascinated me, refreshing aroma intoxicated me, even if it can only last four or five hours so what? People live in the world is to live a full and wonderful, if it is nothing, then what is the point of living so meticulously? It - blip, y touched my heart.
Nature, colorful, wonderful, so that I realized a lot of things, it needs people to find, understand its beauty, that is the real beauty. Nature touches my heart.
NO.7
Beautiful verses touch my heart
Vivid language can visualize beautiful scenes, beautiful things, touching things. Eight years of studying so many articles, ancient poems, after each one of them, there will be many words to savor for a long time and treasure forever.
The language of ancient poetry represents the essence of the language of China's five thousand years, and every sentence touches the heart.
It's springtime, and people's favorite spring, always so vibrant, positive, giving people hope. Treading in spring, that is a beautiful thing, about a number of small and large friends, step in spring, humming a little song, go swimming in the river, under the tree nap, close your eyes and listen to the beauty of spring. In late spring, spring is about to go away, but not too fast, "spring twilight, falling flowers piece, point clothing stained track" the beautiful scenery is still worth feeling perception.
"Lotus leaves in the sky infinitely blue, reflecting the sun lotus flowers red" summer, with beautiful lotus flowers and leaves, back to the West Lake in Hangzhou, there are many people sailed to the West Lake, while admiring the beauty of the West Lake, while admiring the pool full of lotus flowers and leaves there, Pavilion railing next to the people are quietly enjoying the beautiful scenery as if the hot summer also No longer hot, all into the beautiful scenery, intoxicated.
Mid-Autumn Festival, an important festival in China, every year there will be a Mid-Autumn Festival party, every time there is a Mid-Autumn Festival words, Su Shi's song "Song of Songs in Water" has occupied all the best words and phrases, this song "Song of Songs in Water" has long occupied people's hearts.
Mid-Autumn Festival, Su Shi alone, because of the deputation plus his wife died, his brother is far away. Unable to reunite with loved ones, *** with the moon, can only be alone alone in the moon alone, from time to time to raise a cup and ask the moon: I do not know the heavenly palace, what year is this and the past? "I want to go home on the wind, but I am afraid that the poor building wants to be. I want to go back by wind, but I am afraid of the poor building. I can't stand the cold at the high place, and I will dance and make clear shadow, so it's like being on earth." Although I can't reunite with my loved ones *** with the moon. But the moon and the palace, although sad, but the sky and then good as on earth? The world is still better!
Why is the moon always so round when people are separated? "People have sadness and happiness, the moon has the yin and yang, round and short. This matter is anciently difficult to complete." Although the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival is very sad, but still comfort themselves, but also let us know the world is not so perfect, perfect things will not last. We can only hope that "We wish for a long life, a thousand miles of work."
The charm of ancient poetry is unstoppable, learn it, use it, analyze it, and treasure it forever.