Flower fall spring is still in the prosperity of the end, whether it means the passing of spring? The smoke and jade meteorites, can ever declare your fall? The traces are not left, the flowers are still in the spring. Qu Yuan, the lonely swordsman, when King Huai finally punished you out of the palace, when the Miluo river whimpered and squealed, have you ever had regrets? Have you ever known? The rivers and mountains of Chu cannot accommodate your arrogance, and the spirits of the ancient world are your home. Who are you crying to in "Ask the Sky", and who are you parting with in "Song of Departure"? You asked the female Luo for flowers, you begged Zhu Rong for fire. You called out to the world, but all you got in return was skepticism. It's just, Miluo although cold, is finally a clear place; double five although fierce, or better than the ups and downs of the world. You leaned on the sword and stood by the river, hoping to use the sound of water to end the curtain for yourself, but in fact, belonging to your one-man show has just begun. After the Lord, the grieving soul when the Song Dynasty's iron cavalry stepped through the city gates, when the bitter poisonous wine sent to the lips, have you ever been afraid? Did you ever feel remorseful? The high hall to listen to politics is not your field, the harem flower courtyard is not your home. The red wall towering under the four corners of the land, you step on the broken light branches, shaking down the snow. Bitterly whispering their own unwillingness and loneliness. But the glory of the Southern Tang Dynasty will no longer be, the yellow robe of the Northern Song Dynasty has fluttered and fluttered. It's just, just, although the poisonous wine is bitter, the end is better than the sadness of parting; the underworld is silent, but also better than the sadness of the heart. You smiled and took the poisoned wine, hoping to draw a conclusion for the South Tang Dynasty and yourself, but did not hear, your words and songs have begun to be sung. Rousseau, a lonely fighter when the "Emile" in the square was openly burned, when Voltaire with the most vicious language to your abuse, you have ever felt helpless? Have you ever felt lonely? Without a distinguished family, without gilt ceremonial robes, you climbed that peak of truth word by word. The search for truth is a lonely road, so Diderot left, Hume left, and even Mrs. Warren abandoned you. The salons talk about your dilemma, and the bookstores can't put up your books. The country house, though ugly, is far from the world; the friends, though few, are better than the abuse of the day. In that winter morning, you slowly closed your eyes in front of the desk, but did not see the revolutionary masses rushed to the palace holding up the Social Contract. Though the millennium has passed, there are still people throwing rice dumplings in Miluo River, there are still people playing and singing the words of the later lord, "Aimer" has long been sealed as the pioneer of modern education, you, do you hear? Flowers fall spring is still there, tomorrow spring is thicker! Comments: (50 points) It is obvious that the young author reads a lot of books. The whole article selection of examples at your fingertips, the text has a kind of bookishness, but also through the author of the deep philosophical thinking. Especially the last paragraph, not deducted the question, but also let people read the long aftertaste. Flowers fall in the spring is still proud of the world such as you, you do not want to be with the world, so returned to the bamboo forest; talent such as you, you do not want to be with the officialdom in general, so returned to the plain; brave such as you, you do not want to give up the dignity of the world can be meteoric, so returned to the dust. In my heart, Jikang, you are still in spite of death. You are full of talent, rich in learning, from a young age was crowned with a halo of genius, you may have paced alone in the late night, lamenting alone? Have you ever sent out loud the feelings of a friend? In fact, it is not that no one wants to make friends with you, but as proud as you are, you do not want to be with the general people of the city. When Shan Tao sincerely recommend you to become an official, you just use the eyes of disgust and contempt to express their dissatisfaction, Shan Tao's sincerity as false. Do you know who it was who adopted your only infant son who was still a minor after your death? But I can't blame you, because your talent has y convinced me. After seeing through the filth of the mortal world, you resolutely abandoned the government, after removing that stifling dirty clothes, to return to the pure and simple nature. In the deep bamboo forest, you found a group of like-minded companions, and found a good friend that you cherished all your life - Ruan Ji. There, you drank with joy; there, you were stirred up; there, you found a long-lost comfort. In such a wonderful place, why did you prefer to serve fifty loose? Just to seek the liberation of the soul? Looking at you, who is getting more and more debauched because of the five stone powder, I still can't blame you, because you are the most admired person in my heart. When Zhong Hui was sincere about your friendship, you rejected him with pride. The resentment of the bell will go back, and again to see bring the bad news that you are about to be executed, the reason is ridiculous plotting against. On the execution ground, you still did not change your face, not the slightest fear of death of cowardice. When the executive officer asked you what other wishes you had, your lonely and proud legs looked toward the same proud man, Sima Zhao, who was high above you. With your fame at that time, just a word, you just need to put down your dignity, beg for forgiveness to Sima Zhao, then all will be happy. But as proud as you are, you just asked for a qin, and in the eyes of the crowd, your long fingers flowed on the qin, playing the "Guangling San" that the world was amazed by. Accompanied by a beautiful melody, you wear a smile, proud and brave but selfish death, I still can not blame you, because you let me see the true bravery. Flowers fall in the spring, you are also so, Jikang, in my heart, you are still in spite of death. Comment: (46 points) many students used a person to write the whole article of this practice, this student is this practice to do more outstanding. It is worthwhile for everyone to learn from it!
Strong half of the spring light under the South Mountain, deep alley apricot blossoms in the drunken sale; dance low willow building heart of the moon, singing all the peach blossom fan bottom wind; sunrise river flowers red hot, spring to the river water as green as blue ...... The beauty of the spring is piled up with the flowers, or elegant, or strong, or plain, or gorgeous, are the most beautiful testimony of spring, three minutes into the painting, seven minutes feathered.
Unfortunately, even the most beautiful flowers can not escape the fate of fading, the falling flowers take away the spring breeze, take away the spring, take away the spring of nature, but can not take away the spring in our hearts. As long as the heart of the spring is always in, even if the flowers have passed away, but also on earth in April.
With a dream in your heart, spring will always be there, even if you lose the direction you came from.
Li Bai's dream is to ride a donkey and sing all over the green mountains and waters, so he took the sword out of Chang'an; Tao Qian's dream is to be accompanied by chrysanthemums and live in the same wine, so he resolutely into the South Mountain. Even if their life or downtrodden, or not ambitious, as long as the heart has a dream, or spring life. How hard life is, how tough we are, do a dream-chasing teenager, have a dream in your heart, spring in your eyes. Lei Qingyao with invisible wings dancing dream, Li Jianfen with weak shoulders to support the dream. As long as there is a dream in your heart, even if you can't find the road to prosperity, I can still find the spring in my heart.
With a will in your heart, spring will always be there, even if you have deserted your solid home.
From the king of a country with red clothes and brocade to the thorns and thorns of the Wu prisoners, Goujian heaven and earth did not let him sink, as a slave, he was determined to destroy the Wu restoration of the country, so he did not dress heavy color, food and meat, lying down on his back, finally three thousand Yuejia can swallow Wu. Ouyang Xiu, who was ostracized and suppressed by his political opponents, lost the position of prime minister, he was not full of complaints, a cavity of indignation, but determined to repair the history of the heritage, so the police sleep at night for nineteen years, and become a new masterpiece of the historians. Deserted homes, they did not give up the ambition of the heart, finally opened up another spring road.
Love in the heart, spring will always be, even if the loss of bright life.
Love is the wildflowers in the grasses of the hidden place; love is the daffodil in the study; love is the osmanthus tree under the moonlight at night, which sends out a fragrance without thinking, but perfumes a piece of heart and stops the spring. Mother Teresa said, "Often we cannot do great things, but we can do small things with great love." We can't forget last year's national tragedy, which tore the earth apart and swallowed up lives, but we can't forget the names of those who used their love and lost their lives to make the quake-ravaged disaster area a springtime of love on earth.
No one should give up on the bumpy road of life, even if the falling flowers, even if our story has no readers, the road ahead is full of thorns, we can also shoulder the dream, feet on the will, the heart of love, hold up the spring of life. Even if the falling flowers are covered by the years, can not open the thin future, I will not be sad, because there is still the existence of the spring in the heart!