Guo Rui
Madame Curie walked with obsession and finally discovered a wonderful radioactive element - radium; Edison walked with obsession and finally invented the electric light after thousands of tests, which sent a piece of light to the people in the night; Beethoven walked with obsession and although he was deaf, he still created a symphony of destiny; Sima Qian walked with obsession and dedicated a wonderful piece of light to the people; Sima Qian walked with obsession and dedicated a wonderful piece of light to the people. Still create a symphony of destiny; Sima Qian and obsession with the peer, dedication to people a wonderful history of the masterpiece ......
With the obsession with the peer, can let us firm pace, can let us never give up, can let us arrive at the other side of the shore of the success of the... ...
On the rugged mountain road, a blind monk with a hurried gait asked an old man for directions, "Where is the temple of the Lohsa Treasure?" The old man replied, "Just over two mountains." Seeing the blind monk walking resolutely, the old man couldn't help but ask worriedly, "Elder is blind, how can you cross the mountains?" The blind monk did not look back, calmly threw down four words: "The heart has the way ......"
I believe that the blind monk will be able to reach the heart's desire of the temple of Luosha treasure. His simple words, "The way is in my heart," speak of a spirit, a belief in walking with perseverance.
Calligrapher Wang Xizhi's words can be said to be unprecedented. And this exquisite word, from his walk with the obsession, perseverance, so that the daily wash brush pool has become the ink pool. And his son, Wang Xianzhi, when he was a teenager, practiced a few days word has been good, but took his father approved the posters for his mother to see, his mother said in one sentence only that "a little" like his father's words, in fact, that "a little" is exactly what his father wrote. Since then, Duanzhi followed his father's instructions and used up several large tanks of water at home to study calligraphy, and finally became a generation of famous calligraphers. It can be seen that Wang's father and son and obsession with the same, and finally the calligraphy of the world.
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With persistence, it is destined to travel through thick and thin, but persistence tells us: "The sun always shines after the storm." Walking with obsession, also destined to face loneliness or sorrow. But persistence tells us: "In order to get the fragrant rose at the end of the thorns, even if it is full of thorns and pain, so what is the harm?" Persistence is always with a firm gaze at us: "Walk with me, you will harvest a basket of surprises."
Madame Curie, who walks with obsession, told us, "I am happy to be obsessed with the exploration of unknown elements, which brings me infinite fun and surprise." With the obsessive walk Edison said: "I determined things, I must go to realize, even if the failure of thousands of times, who can say that a thousand and one times will not see the success of the figure?" Beethoven, who traveled with persistence, said, "Music is my life, and I am obsessed with the creation of music just as I am obsessed with my own life." Sima Qian, who traveled with obsession, told us, "Because I saw the obsessive eyes that my father sent to me when he was dying, I can't stop my pen from recording history. ......"
Obsession is the relentlessness of a water drop piercing through a stone, and the persistence of a quartet chasing after the sun is the incessant footsteps, persistence is the Jingwei fill the sea that firm belief ......
Life on the road, if we let us choose a peer, then choose persistence, with persistence, such as in the desert with the camel as a companion, will be able to find a beautiful oasis at the end of the vast sea of sand.
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Clean, sharp work. It can be seen that the author has deep writing skills, from the author's pen flowed out of this exquisite article. Perhaps the more you experience suffering, the more you can feel the sweetness. In this bitter and sweet need that persistence to connect, in order to hope and persistent struggle, in order to hope and feel the ordeal. Waiting for us may be failure, may be hardship, however, we have youth, we can make a comeback, the flame of life, the sky illuminated our red.
Water, water, water
Li Hong
A river of blue water, with the heroic name of a martyr resounded the year before last, surging and raging the whole river of history.
If a pavilion can belong to Wang Bo, a valve of the Cao Tang can belong to Du Fu, and even a large Qufu can belong to Kong Qiu, then, Miluo River should belong to Qu Yuan. Chu's mountains and rivers, the vast Xiangjiang River, Yunmeng Da Ze, imagine that year the downtrodden courtier, in this beautiful scenery between the Phi issue bard, riding a flat boat, towards the hair in vain islets, sleep at night Cinyang, how in the vast river up and down the line floating; imagine walking alone up to the sky to ask the Fu Zi, how he had to move, up and down the search for the cover of the snot sighing; imagine this bright river is how to carry a heavy body and an ascending
Clarifying the clear blue waves, fishermen drink and paddle, a boat Chu song a boat dashing. Why don't you also walk along the river, listen to the fishermen sing in the evening, look out on the blue waves of ten thousand hectares, carry the wine in the current, the heart with the water to go? Why don't you "make a water lily for your clothes" and "eat the fallen flowers of the autumn chrysanthemum"? Or you live in the realm of "nine songs", do a "nine songs" in the characters: romantic, sentimental, but also poetic and literary. Why do you want to be "alone and clear" when the world is muddy, and "alone and awake" when everyone is drunk? You know, dust and filth are rising, all desires are disturbed, clean body and pure will is not the time, and the heart's anger into the spirit of the fire, especially not the time. It is your sorrow that you have a mind higher than the world, but not a destiny higher than the world. A true-hearted person lives in a coldest reality, a cleanest person lives in a dirtiest mud pond, and a person who follows the inner truth the most faces all kinds of hypocrisy and cunning. You can't be tolerant of them, even if it's just a little bit of hypocrisy, and you honor the absolute purity of your own ideals. "The water of Canglang is clear, I can wash my tassel; the water of Canglang is turbid, I can wash my feet". There is nothing clearer and softer in the world than water. So, you use the water of the Canglang to wash your own spirit of "tassel", the life entrusted to the clear stream, "the quality of this clean and clean to go".
A loyal to themselves, loyal to their own feelings, loyal to their own inner reality of the person died, a cavity of the most red blood lost in the Miluo River, some of the true nature of our nation has also been diluted.
The water can bathe the group of life, raise the clear and stir up the turbid. Qu Zi since the sinking of more than two thousand years later, the lone clean Wang Guowei also chose the world's softest water. "Ideas and not free rather die", the life of Wang Guowei, all alone to the Summer Palace, as if after the exhaustion of the labor home. Buddha Xiangge Paiyun Hall of Kunming Lake waves flat into the mirror, such as hooks of the silver moon serenity, pale trees speechless and solemn. The lake only sighs, sighing, sighing a learned and informed, full of wisdom, a veritable master, in the maintenance of their own beliefs in the sadness of the feelings. The opening two sentences of his suicide note are undoubtedly the most accurate revelation of the reason for his self-sinking: "Vulgarity and nobility are the same, clear spring and sewage mix. Righteousness will not be humiliated again." This is all of Wang Guowei's hidden pain and determination.
Gu Yanwu, in the book "Ri Zhi Lu? Integrity and Shame" said, "...... the shamelessness of the scholars, is called a national thief." Those who know righteousness will be courageous, those who know shame will be courageous, and the courage to die is more than enough. As a revolutionary Chen Tianhua, see the country has degenerated into no dignity to speak of, he is no longer humiliated, go to the body of the Sea of Japan; as a novelist, dramatist Lao She, in the face of the loss of civilization, in the face of the "people's artists" into the eyes of the cow ghosts and serpents, he is no longer humiliated, sunk in Lake Taiping. They chose to die, and death makes life perfect, makes life more dignified.
A thousand years of sorrow and happiness, resort to flowing water. Faith is the support of the soul, for a rigid literati, it is much more important than life. When the inevitable conflict between the preservation of the flesh and the salvation of the spirit occurs, they resolutely choose the latter, let the flesh sink, let the spirit soar in the blue wave. Chen Yinke's memorial inscription for Wang Guowei reads, "Mr. Wang's writings, or sometimes not chapter. Mr.'s doctrine, or sometimes negotiable. But this independent spirit, free thinking, through millions of sacrifices, and the same time as the sky, *** three light and eternal light."
The poet Zhu Xiang, whom Lu Xun called "China's Keats," wrote in his poem "Burial at Sea," "Bury me in a lotus pond/with waterworms dragging my body by my ears/on the lamps of the green lotus leaves/with fireflies dimming and brightening.... -Bury me on the top of Mount Tai/Wind whimpering through the lone pines-or else burn me to ashes/Throw me into the flooded spring river/Float away with the fallen flowers/And no one knows where." In the face of the sadness of life, the coldness of the human heart, he also went to the Huangpu River, with his own life at the age of 29, to complete the supreme pursuit of faith.
The universe is transparent, the moonlight is bright, the stars are crystal clear, all because of its long bath Milky Way water. To the righteousness of the self-sinking without further insults to pay homage to it, they take the green water and clear water, do their own mortuary, rippling their own spirit. Rushing blue water will raise their bright soul.
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I was moved first of all by the title of this article, "Water Ruoxi", "Dream of Red Mansions" has such a sentence "daughter is made of water flesh and bone," to take the meaning of its cleanliness. In this article, "water" not only has the surface of the pure, but also the spirit of clarity. Many literati chose to dissolve into one with the blue water, they are willing to put their lives in the last beautiful bloom in the blue water, this is a spiritual level of pursuit, the material world of pollution so that they "righteousness no longer humiliated", only the soul of the ascension is the real faith. The pursuit of the spiritual world can let the literati give up all material superiority. They are like the blue water, so transparent, can be seen through at a glance. This is the literati - simple, persistent, simple, pure, which is not exactly what the water itself wants to reveal to us?
On the riverbank
Lin Yun
The riverbank is a teardrop in the corner of your eye.
The water surface of the floating leaves is just right to catch the birdsong; idle, the water grass is just right to tie up the wooden boat. Anglers, is long in the water's edge of the willow, one, two, three, silk line hanging down, the fish run away, the underwater world is also calm? We are certainly like dragonflies, pointing to the water, the boat from this shore to the other shore, the other shore is the boat pole away.
Water plants come, don't care in the performance of the fall, you can step on all of them? Instead, I'm afraid of the wheels tipping, creating a yellow mud road. So much, so high grass created by the desolation, so that the black tail of the swallows a cut on the break, they murmured a swept out of the grass, there must be hidden what.
Going forward, it is grass, and further, still grass. Looking around, the wind blows the grass waves, no cattle or sheep. The sky, which is gray-blue, is somewhat low-hanging, no clouds, nothing. Two egrets pack the whole sky in flight.
The river bank, hidden beyond the grass stems, to wait until the eyes are tired, the heart is difficult to endure, only by a group of black goats arch out. Tingjiang River water at your feet, reach out and scoop up, the waves push and shove in front of you, only a shallow lick of the riverbank on the disappearance. Not far away, two cows, and eat and walk, a group of white birds flocked to them, is the egret? From time to time, spinning up one or two descending to the back of the cow, stand for a while and then down, the other birds with the cow stop and go, rather like the emperor's guard of honor, at this time, the cow did not set on the plow after the humility, on the contrary, don't have the majesty.
The water and sky are connected, water and grass, grass and sky, constructed a special three-dimensional space, there is no people, only grass, cattle and sheep, it seems that is not in Jiangnan, the heart of the plug plugging the coolness of the outside of the plug, want to sing a song, want to shout, want to let the world full of their own loud and clear.
A friend swimming in the river, a friend lying on the river bank to see the sky, I gazed at the opposite bank of the tall building chimneys. Some people in the head of the river, I'm at the end of the river, a water apart, the dust and clamor cut off, the kind of bird called osprey, shutting down the chirping, some people in the heart of the continent looking for nesting, has been looking for thousands of years, but, time as water ah ...... "Nymphoides peltatum" has long been with the water flow to go! The river on both sides of how many ladies in the walk, their skirts a sprinkle, the net is not the river in the water grass, not such as zither such as the bells and drums of the sound of the waves, mud and sand tangled water continent, due to the water, due to the water and disappearance, the traces of the Mass in the invisible.
A group of sheep came over, not slow, think carefully about the rhythm of their steps, the smile must be full on the face, they walked towards the back of the pile of sand, found what? What do they find? Fresh grass? The friend in the river rose up with a start, like a wave, rushing there, running and shouting, "There is my beeper, the sheep are eating my beeper!"
The sheep arrived behind me, and I turned around and saw the sheep's crystal eyes with fear, sensitivity, and doubt: "Do you also eat grass? You have a special smell, not as crisp as grass, what are you doing here?" I tried to pretend to be close, tugging and stretching the grass over, and the sheep turned their heads away, leaving me to stand dumbfounded and embarrassed, wondering, why am I not a sheep? Sheep and osprey look similar? Only unfortunately, I have not seen the osprey look, can not help but sheep's eyes to their faces.
Lying on the river bank, close your eyes and listen to the grass whispering, the bright light of the sheep's eyes forced me to "toss and turn", the waves shaking, the continent in the shake, I was in the air spinning, shrinking into a needle point. The tractor suddenly drove over, open your eyes, the sky held up between the upper and lower eyelids, was scared to fly the heron crashed and crushed, will be stationed in my heart osprey bird a piece of away.
Loneliness from the surface of the river upward diffusion, if, just now, do not pull the grass, perhaps, to be able to read the sheep's black bright eyes of the bottom of the deep; if, now do not open your eyes, perhaps, osprey bird's nest has long been built in my heart. If ......
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This article for us to set up a long lyrical mood, water grass, wooden boat, willow, osprey bird meditation, "Nymphoides" nostalgia ... ... ...conveys a kind of disappointment, a kind of loneliness. The description of the scenery in the text is beautiful and vivid, "so much, so high grass created desolation, so that the black tail of the swallows a shear broken" "other birds with the cattle stop and go, rather like the emperor's guard of honor", full of imagination, intriguing.
Snowy Spring
Niu Xianzang
Outside the window, in the snowflakes, the clumps of spring are in full bloom. The snow is a golden color against the yellow flowers. I just came back from school for the winter vacation, I suddenly moved, trekking in the snow to find spring! My sister is traveling with Sanmao in the Sahara Desert, giggling from time to time. It was easy to pull her back, but wide-eyed that I was sick. I compared her to San Mao and said that if you are looking for spring in the snow, you should be more San Mao than San Mao. Hearing this, my sister came to the spirit, rolled out of bed, scarf rubber shoes, very neatly armed, but even urged me to come. I snickered, or hair long good bluffing.
Once on the riverbank, the cold wind with the snow group of children straight to the neck drill. Looking around, the snowy beach is vast, thin water a trace. My sister fell feet called repentance: "looking for spring, looking for spring, looking for your soul." I laughed and said: "If the peach and willow green, the warblers fly grass, that is called swimming in spring. This snow trekking in search of spring, wonderful in a 'search' word." My sister was full of helplessness, as a mistake on the pirate ship, a limp and a slip, and I went down the river embankment.
The river bank is nowhere to be seen, and the snow is as deep as the knee. The wind and snow, step by step to the river, my sister panting, cheeks scarlet, not full of grievances. I advised her that the river water is not the usual river water, is the green grape spirits of a river of spring water. I said, I know it is difficult to convince people. Searching for a few words of nonsense, my sister suddenly exclaimed, and pointed to the distance. I wiped my glasses, the water and sky, as if there are a few black spots. My sister's eyes are sharp and she said it was a wild duck. I then took the opportunity to recite the famous line of Dong Po: "The duck is the first to know the warmth of the water in the spring river."
Viewed the snow fall blue wave, ducks play in the water of the beautiful scenery, want to go home, who expects another complication - my sister wants to return home, I want to go back from the willow forest, and are at a standstill, into a deadlock. No choice but to flip a coin to decide. God help me also, three times two wins, brother go sister with. At this time the snow is increasingly tight, but heard a burst of gasping and creaking snow sound. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of a long journey, and I realized that it was a long way to go.
Suddenly, in front of the eyes of a few clumps of reeds, all burned by the fire, the residual dry and dead leaves, the strong wind swaying sound, a kind of bleak and beautiful deterrent soul. The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers. I folded section of scorched reeds, peeled off the reed coat, reed heart is a new green, fire burning snow bully, reeds do not die, marveling.
Deep and shallow feet into the willow forest, as if in the crystal palace. Willow trees are like giant white coral. Wandering in this, vulgar heart like washing, a jade clean ice clear. My sister took a willow, blowing away the snow, cheering: "Willow sprouted!" I laughed at the fool's dream. Who knows close to look at, huh! Willow really arched out of the shoots. But it's a pity that I can't do poetry, it's hard to express my feelings.
I asked my sister: "How does it feel to walk in the snow today?" She laughed and replied: "Wonderful! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that! Next year, when it snows, we will come back."
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The snow in search of spring, wonderful in a "search" word; this article ink into interesting, wonderful in a "fun" word. The snow has not melted and the ice is not clean, but there are cold ducks playing spring sunshine. At this time to step on the outskirts of the countryside, in the silence of the winter to explore the haze of spring, the flavor, how a "read" word can be understood. It would be better to get out of the mundane, the heart with the text to go, accompanied by the author to do a light and simple strangers line, in the wind when the feeling of wild grass green delight; in the snow in the fluffy, to capture the secret of the reed heart to adhere to. This article did not write in the spring sunshine spring scenery, but to achieve the perfect effect of winter against the spring, coupled with a slightly playful writing style, let people read the heart of the desire to enjoy difficult to give up. Even the hidden envy of the heart is like the seeds of greening, growing in silence.
The stream
The transparent stream is as clear as a mother's eyes.
Spring, your eyes are a splash of color;
Summer, your eyes are a rich green;
Autumn, your eyes are a clear blue;
Winter, you are tired - close your eyes, and stop singing.
You take in the clouds in the blue sky, the evening sun at dusk, and the stars in the night sky; and you leave behind the figures of my childhood.
Heh! The rustling sugarcane forest by this stream, with its sweet-smelling wind, had blown my childhood dreams! I lay by your side and felt the happiness of leaning on my mother's breast ......
You are an old song in our lives--
You look out and see the procession of bride-welcomers on donkeys coming, and a few oboes playing mournful music;
You look to see a few stout men, carrying bulky wooden coffins coming, sending the old man up the hill;
You hear it, too: the unicycle at the foot of the hill, with its squeaking and muffled voice, groaning through the poor land ......
Without you, who left us the colors of nature;
Who gives us record of the sorrows and joys of the mountain people?
Transparent stream, you gave me eyes that could distinguish colors.
When I was by your side and found myself becoming a teenager, I had to travel far.
You sent me out of the mountains like the mother who raised me!
My feelings:
The article begins by treating the stream as a "mother's eye", and then goes on to describe the colors that come out of the eye in spring, summer, autumn and winter, which is a song to the stream as well as to the mother, for the stream has "left behind my childhood". I had "left my childhood figure", had let me enjoy the happiness of motherly love: she remembered everything that happened in the ravine, remembered "the sorrows and joys of the mountain people", and sent "me" out of the mountain, who had been brought up. She remembered everything that happened in the ravine, "the sorrows and joys of the mountain people," and sent "me," who had been brought up, out of the mountains. The stream is a song, the mother is a song, and the article itself is a mournful lyrical mountain song. The stream, my "mother". Mother, just like the stream. Mother. You watched me grow up and took care of me. I love the feeling of being with you, the feeling of being with you. I feel a mother's love! Please forgive me for being naughty as a child, please forgive me for not knowing anything when I was young! Let me make up for it now. I love you, my mother!
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