2014 Jiangsu Province Full Score Essay
Mast flower of rotting leaves
Deep in the small town there is an old alley. The bright yellow light spreads all the way, lighting up the ancient warmth of a city.
The boarding carts belonging to each other, the yelling of the other, all the way to the onion and garlic, the crackling sound of frying oil, hooked all the taste buds passing through, and the woman's store is also in the middle.
The woman is selling pot stickers. Frying to the outside of the crispy, tender, fragrant, shelved to the blue prints of the small plate, pouring a layer of balsamic vinegar, sprinkled with a circle of green onions, to be lightly bite a mouthful, but it is an unexpected sense of sweetness, and vaguely some of the youth of the unique green.
In the eyes of others, the woman is a somewhat thin old lady, but I just want to use the "woman" this contains the sweetness of the girl and the maturity of the woman's pronouns. Women love beauty, every time I see her, always smeared powder and lipstick, seems to want to leave the last bit of youthful tail. A woman loves to smile, and the corners of her eyes will gently quiver when she smiles, not tricky or shaky, gentle and proper. Frying pot stickers, she is always dressed meticulously, a bit of "dress end hot oil" flavor, far from looking like from the "reed" out of the water woman.
I am confused by the breath of the woman on the youthful and delicate square, addicted to the woman under the green and some sweet pot stickers. Coincidentally, the woman is my classmate's grandmother, and after asking, I realized that the potstickers are hidden in the sauce mixed with mast and apples. The woman was originally the daughter of a large family in the city, and after several years of temporary residence in this small closed city, the ancestral business is still living gracefully.
For a while, my heart overflowed with unspeakable shock and realization. Shocked at the craftsmanship of adding flower sauce, and suddenly in the woman's immortal breath. A woman who can add flower sauce to potstickers will not be able to withstand the duress of time. When the years climbed on her temples, frost erosion of her face, she still love beauty, love of life, as young as the elegant and delicate, so, will not be old?
From time to time, I go to the woman's stall, standing on the side I do not speak, the woman also did not say. I stayed and watched her skillfully turn the frying, gentle smile, not humble greetings, indulged in the woman that a pool of blue water like immortal gas.
I am often confused by the youth and immortality. I thought that youth must be clean and bright, and immortality must be as lofty as the top of the mountain, Yang can not be climbed. However, to see the woman mixed with age does not match the youthfulness of the air, we have some realization. Sometimes, the softness and delicacy of the heart far outweighs the appearance. No one lives in the plastic wrap, no one will stay young forever, but do a delicate mind, love of life, time will always love you a few points; and so, how is not another kind of still water deep immortality?
Thinking of women, I think of a dewy mast resting on a blue print plate. The first time I saw this, it was a very good idea to have a good time, and I think it was a good idea to have a good time.
The book has its own face
When I passed by the commercial building on the school bus this morning, an oversized billboard advertising cosmetics attracted my attention. The actress's bare face is worthy of the phrase, "the skin is as white as snow, the teeth are like shells," in the Luoshen Fu. The billboard reads "Immortality", which makes me sigh.
With the development of science and technology, a woman's youthful beauty seems to be forever. A variety of cosmetics increasingly filled the pockets of women. In order to pursue the immortal face, immortal youth, they are willing to inject, spend a lot of time every day to maintain, shoot face.
But what is immortality? Is true youth only skin deep?
I thought that youth is a sentiment, a state. The woman's youth, not a running water by the red and fleeting game, should be the Qingzhao not married to the shoes walk away from the naive and coy smile; Zhuo Wenjun when the kiln wine, half of the lotus root arm light dew courage and persistence; Zhaojun out of the desert in the face of the unknown fearlessness and perseverance. Youth, not synonymous with the period of white skin and beauty, but a beautiful collection of feelings, is every woman in any period of time can have the immortal.
When Duras was 80 years old, he could still laugh and say, "I'm still young, youth is just right, in time to have fun!" My private guess is that what the young director appreciated about her was not her looks, nor her unrestrained attitude toward life, but Duras's inner temperament and spirituality. It is this beauty that makes Duras youthful and immortal, and the charm is always there.
Ancient people always say, "The book has its own face like jade" when they advise reading. I think this sentence for women is more than appropriate. I have seen many women who look good at the right age, but their eyes are empty, their language is boring, and their stomachs are full of straw. They know the latest fashion trends, but the literary talent ***, traditional culture, colorful. Painter Chen Danqing, in his "Grass Collection", was overwhelmed by the photos of Lin Huiyin in her middle school years. How can the so-called "school beauties" in today's world be compared to Lin? It is a pity that Lin is early to go, otherwise, the old age of her must be youthful and immortal, the charm of the bar.
Every woman is an angel who longs for love and beauty. Youth, is the eternal myth of their hearts. They pursued, from the ancient rouge and powder, to today's wide variety of "L'Oreal", and even more even go to plastic surgery to cut the bone. They read the wrong "youth".
Youth is not just a season of flowers, but a permanent beauty from the inside out. The three hairs said: read a book, you do not know yourself, lines and words have been in the subtle change in your face.
Women, read more, think more, as the sun and shadow fly away, poetry into the heart, you will be able to "youth as a companion to the good home"!
A thing can be crazy on the youth
The poet Gide said in the Garden of the Prophets: "Time passes easily, but only your youthful heart will not grow old."
Indeed, "aging" is a natural and irresistible law, but as Mr. Wang Guowei said, "One thing can be crazy is youth," the material will decay, but keep a youthful heart, persistent, positive, even if we are gray hair, the heart will not be Even if we are gray, our hearts will not grow old. Youth will be as a spiritual existence, Shi Gu not abolished.
On June 13th, Mr. Kerong Dai, who is approaching his 80th birthday, is an excellent example. As an academician of the Chinese Academy of Engineering, renowned orthopedic experts at home and abroad, he is still active in scientific research, medical front. Youthful heart is his inexhaustible power. He said, "I like to start everything from scratch and work like a young person." Because of this, he can always maintain a high degree of enthusiasm for new technologies like young people, and apply them to the field of medicine, and continue to invent "magic metal products" similar to the "shape memory pressurized sewing nails".
Mr. Kerong Dai likes to say, "A duke becomes a duke by chance, while Beethoven becomes a Beethoven by himself." I would say that it is the youthfulness of heart that makes Dai Kerong the old and youthful Dai Kerong.
Youthfulness is the catalyst for youthful immortality; it is the aesthetic consideration of life and death, youth and old age, life and the universe. Throughout history, history has turned into dust, but there are always some people's youthful spirit, such as the brightness of the candle, immortalized burning.
We will never forget that the poet Byron, with his youthful spirit and youthful heart, completed the role of poet to revolutionary warrior. We will not forget, when the scarred Hemingway retired from the battlefield, with a kind of what kind of persistence and courage, passionate search, opened up a difficult and desperate writing road. Hemingway said: "Paris at that time for me, is a mobile festival." Yes, a person who always has a youthful heart, his every step will be immortal, are a mobile holy festival.
When the "Golden Age" in the group of ideal youth: Lu Xun, Xiao Hong, Ding Ling with fervor with their words to call out the history of the coming people; when Shi Tiesheng with youthful simplicity in the wheelchair singing, the new era of us have any reason to lose in the life of the will be old, but not positive to face life?
Tsinghua [microblogging] University [microblogging] has a slogan: "Fifty years of healthy work for the motherland!" As a fledgling, we should be more youthful heart, to create a healthy new century!
A thing can be crazy will be youth, although to death, but youth is immortal!
Youth will never fade
Some people say: as life is destined to die, our youth will eventually fade. However, I say: "Our youth will never fade, even if it is a second before death."
Youth is not a "stage" of life, but a "state" of life. Youth does not mean puberty, or young and beautiful years, it is a kind of vigorous and enthusiastic "state of life". It does not decline with age. Such as Albert Einstein, even in old age, but can still and the children naively play with each other, can still make those people laugh at the strange expression. Such him, who would say is a twilight old man, and who can say that his youth has faded?
Some people think that youth is just a stage of life, and will eventually fade away with age, and they are often more prone to lose their youth early in life under the polishing, and become a veritable "little old man".
To maintain the state of youth, we need to have an optimistic and cheerful heart. Life is like sailing, there will always be storms. These terrible storms, often blowing down the sails of youth, so that youth faded. An optimistic and cheerful heart is the best and most perfect umbrella to protect your youth. Su Shi in his later years were repeatedly relegated, but optimistic and open-minded, he still do not change the youthful and vigorous posture, a hand of food, a hand of poetry and books, mouth singing the Great River to the East. From this, we can see that the only way to maintain optimism, our youth will not be eroded by the wind and rain.
The immortality of youth requires us to learn to "forget". The setbacks in life, the words of others right and wrong, will leave a scar on your youth. Suffered more injuries, your youth will be bruised, and ultimately can only helplessly fall. And learn to forget, you have a bottle of "Yunnan Baiyao" in your hands, the wounds on the youth will accelerate healing.
Youth, does not mean that we only need hot blood and ***, more must be a rare calm. Only with the blood and *** youth, like a shooting star, although brilliant but can not be sustained; only a more calm, our youth can be like the sun, dazzling and eternal.
Today's society, how many people due to frustration and prematurely old and smooth, and how many people due to the heavy pressure of life and become depressed? If they can use optimism as a shield and *** as a go, how could they lose their youth early?
Our youth should be the sun, dazzling, eternal!
2014 Guangdong College Entrance Exam Essay
The digital age is better able to evoke precious memories
Some people have pointed out that, with the advancement of science and technology, the life of the world has become more and more tasteless. People have been nostalgic about the era of black-and-white film, thinking that it could be a collection of moments worth cherishing in life. However, I believe that the technology of the digital age is more capable of evoking many memories that will never fade away.
As Qian Zhongshu wrote in his book The Walled City, "People inside the wall want to go out, and people outside the wall want to come in." We are in the black-and-white film era, always hold "film is expensive and less, the photo shoot enough" regret; however, with the rapid development of science and technology, digital technology appeared, the photo arbitrary shoot, but also sprouted "worth cherishing the drop is diluted" feelings. However, in the era of digital technology, the precious memories of life will not be diluted, but will be reinforced and deepened.
The reason why the digital era is more capable of evoking precious memories is that the development of digital technology can meet the diverse needs of people to take photos and record every bit of their lives. Chai Jing, in her book "Seeing," expressed this sentiment: "Life is not for comparison but for completion." However, if the technology of the black-and-white film era is used to record the completion of a life's journey, it is too thin and lacks a sense of solidity. The advent of digital technology has made up for this deficiency. The only thing that is needed is a digital camera to allow people to take pictures at will, without the constraints of time and space. People record the growth of a life, from the birth of a full moon wine to toddler toddler, from kindergarten to the title of "good boy" to the secondary school to get the honor of the photo commemorates, the digital era can be more retained in people's lives in every moment, so that the life has become more thick, more full of flavor.
Another important reason why the digital age can evoke precious memories is that it is a two-way street with the Internet, which allows us to upload photos to the Internet at any time and share them with others, and in the process gain emotional enrichment and enjoyment. When we upload the photos we are satisfied with to the network and share them with our friends, we may gain the praise of others, which makes us feel more accomplished; or when we upload the photos of our closest relatives to the network, we may gain the blessing of others, which makes us cherish our relationship with each other more. In this way, our memories will be remembered with happiness, and it is easier to keep the good impression and feeling between each other, cherish every hard-earned destiny in the friendship, and harvest the beauty of family and friendship.
Perhaps due to the rapid development of technology in the digital age, our photos can be quickly viewed and frequently updated, so that the precious moments are also diluted, nostalgic for the black-and-white film era. However, because digital technology has the unparalleled superiority of black and white film technology, it is more capable of photography, preservation, sharing, etc., and never yellowed, never blurred, and thus it is more capable of evoking people's precious memories.
The era of digital technology also evokes memories that never fade. Let's use the digital camera in our hands to record the precious moments in our lives.
Let the flower of memory bloom on the yellowed paper
The wisteria in the yard is in bloom, exuding a clear and peaceful fragrance.
Grandma, as usual, moved a long chaise longue that had been with her for many years, and went to rest quietly under the big old tree in the courtyard. The sun shone warmly through the leaves, and everything was so peaceful and beautiful.
As always, the grandmother is holding a yellowed photo in her hand. The years of scrubbing and erosion have long since destroyed the black-and-white film, and the characters in the photo are no longer very clear. But she didn't care, she held the precious photo tightly, letting the flower of memory bloom quietly on the yellowed paper every quiet afternoon.
It was a photo full of warmth!
Grandma said that when Grandpa confessed to her, he was holding a bunch of wisteria flowers. The grandmother in the photo, young and beautiful, holding a bouquet of wisteria in her hand, shyly snuggled in her grandfather's embrace, smiling brightly. Grandpa is also a happy face.
This is an eternal memory. Grandpa is no longer with us, and only Grandma is left to faithfully guard this once beautiful memory. It is this yellowed paper that gives grandma the emotional support and reliance, not to feel empty, lonely and even afraid. A small piece of paper, even if it is yellowed, can give the soul a warm place to rest.
The scent of wisteria is gradually fading. After the flowers bloomed, all the fragrance eventually disappeared, leaving only a faint trace. But the memory is getting thicker and thicker.
I tiptoed toward my grandmother, just to further feel the warmth. Grandma inadvertently opened her eyes, looked at my innocent expression, smiled, and then stroked my slippery short hair. "Grandma, miss Grandpa?" Grandma froze at first, then looked at the blooming wisteria near by and nodded her head slightly. I looked into Grandma's eyes, as if I had seen that former happiness in the depths of the years. All the melancholy was swept away when Grandma saw the yellowed photo. I know, at this moment her heart is how happy ah.
I went back to the house, picked up those brilliant digital photos on the desktop, and recalled those wonderful moments on the photos, and the flower of happiness quietly opened up in the bottom of my heart. I finally realized that it doesn't matter what kind of photos you take, whether it's black and white or digital, it doesn't matter. What matters is that you are sincerely guarding a precious emotion, a beautiful memory. This memory, throughout your life, brings intimate warmth and happiness to your heart.
So, in the season of wisteria blossoms, the flower of memory quietly bloomed on the yellowed paper, giving the living a good and hopeful for survival!
Black and white memories of Jin
Jin spread out the yellowed album, the corners of the periphery were worn out by the age of the whiskers, she looked at the black and white photographs inside the folder, the age of the book was so poorly bound, falling mottled marks. She held back tears, read again and again, but had to admit that youth is a book that is too hasty, only self-love, this life does not grow old ......
A Jin began to have a cognitive understanding of the world, she felt that the world is crowded with monotonous colors of black and white, black and white TV, with perennial wobbly The black-and-white TV, with its perennially wobbly "snowflakes"; the bulky black radio, which squeaks out beautiful music; and the black-and-white photos of the family that her father cherished the most, set in delicate frames and hung on the wall. My father struggled to hold his slightly chubby self, joyfully pointing out the people in the photo for his own identification, Ah Jin blinked his big watery eyes, shook his head, and turned to a stuffed animal, my father was slightly angry, but there was nothing he could do about it. A Jin is still small, can not be home to the concept of a needle and thread into the bottom of her heart, this moment of A Jin for the first black and white photo of the first impression, has not yet in her heart to pull together the ripples of the people, where she would know, a small photo, tripped up the years, tripped up the sensitive heart.
As Jin grew up, she began to long for a beautiful flower dress, and ran to the photo studio to take a picture of her family in her parents' arms. She beamed and shook her father's arm vigorously. Father frowned. One photo would mean that this month's meal would not be to Kam's liking, if she was in tears and clamored for meat? My father looked at the pouting Ah Jin, his doting eyes spoke for themselves, he bent down, picked up Ah Jin in his arms, and said, "Okay, Dad will take you to take a picture on the weekend! Jin's teeth are as bright and white as a bolt of lightning, and she smiles wryly that the person who loves her the most in the world is willing to pick the most beautiful stars for herself. That weekend, Ah Jin as expected to take the family photos they want, her smile like a flower, was fixed in that black and white years, even if the days are hard, parents are willing to give everything to love her years.
Day by day, Ajin gradually grow taller, his father's back is more hunched, the wrinkles at the corners of his mother's eyes are deeper, but the only thing that remains unchanged is that every year, his father always wants the family to go to the studio to take a picture of the family. Ajin's eyes are increasingly rich in color, black and white photos have gradually faded its eye-catching luster, replaced by a pile of color photos, but Ajin clearly saw his father's rough hands, touching the black and white family photos of concentration and love.
Memory stands a meter away from the light, nodding and smiling at Ajin, Ajin gently closed the album, eyes suddenly foggy, she felt that the yellowing of the old black and white album, loaded with so many black and white memories, but is bright dazzling, the times will always change, but there are some things that are solid as gold lying in their own heart, just waiting for the years to be good!
Digital era, cherish the drop
There are many old photos in the family.
The oldest one belonged to my mom's grandmother, my maternal great-grandmother. She looked at the camera with a serene face, and the black and white photo was slightly yellowed, but it didn't affect her grace at all. Whenever my mother mentioned her, there was always a great deal of reverence. In those times of material scarcity, she brought home a lot of good things from Hong Kong. My mother proudly recounted the story of her family's first black-and-white television set, which attracted a large gathering of people from the whole village at night. Dusty memories such as these always bring back a warm memory, and of course, the pain of the past. She didn't have a lot of photos, and this is the only one that remains after many moves, and it's the only one that holds all our thoughts.
I've also seen my parents' wedding photos, a few of them, either gazing at each other with affection or snuggling with each other in love. When I opened them, the love and happiness always touched my heartstrings. Of course, there is also my smiling face in my father's arms when I was born, when my father's temples were not yet gray and he looked young. These photos were framed and carefully treasured by my parents. Whenever my parents passed under the photos, I could often see their sweet smiles immersed in the memories.
However, the footsteps of the times will not always stay in the past. Kodak has long since gone out of business producing film, and CMOS sensors and ever-expanding memory cards provide a guarantee of massive amounts of shots. Perhaps in the past, we have to take a detailed view, do not want to waste the film in hand. Nowadays, we just need to press the shutter and "click" a picture. Sometimes think one is not good, there are things to do a few more shots, that is to say more souvenirs, in fact, the last are thrown into the memory of the garbage can. Nowadays, every time we return from a trip, we copy more than 10G of photos from our DSLRs to our computers, and the next three words are: delete, delete, delete. Or spare time, look at the phone on hundreds of thousands of photos, most do not remember what they were doing, so the interest is not interested, do not want to watch.
Some people say that this is because there are too many photos, in the vast sea of photos dilute the life of the memories that should be treasured. This is indeed reasonable, we take a shot, most of the daily chores, shoot and forget. In the photographs to find memory, no longer the previous play with the pearl, and become the sand in the gold of the drudgery.
In the end, this is the dilemma of the digital age and information. Life is also the end of the line, and the information is also endless, we continue to speed up the pace, want to catch more information coming, such as photos. Unbeknownst to us, this will fulfill Zhuang Sheng's prophecy from 2,000 years ago: "To follow the limitless with the limitless with the limitless, it is almost impossible." In our fast-paced social life, we are no longer able to stop ourselves and look back at life's moments. The beautiful memories of life are the strings of pearls left behind by the road, abandoned meandering. Why don't you stop, take a look, and start again?
In the digital age, we should have better technical conditions to record their lives. Why not put the sand of these lives into the mussel shell, knotting into a stunning pearl? In the digital age, we should cherish the moments of our lives, and let the memories of these moments stay with us for the rest of our lives.
Observing and recording with heart
Nowadays, digital cameras are very advanced, and people can get a lot of photos at a very low cost. However, some people pick up film cameras again, regardless of the high cost of tens of dollars for a roll of thirty-six frames of film, and the laborious process of developing in the darkroom. Why is this? It is because of all this trouble forced the photographer to press the shutter every time before, are able to carefully and y observe the subject, thinking, and thus each gradually developed behind the photographs have a worthy of slowly savor the memory.
This kind of reminiscence is very rare in today's digital photo era. People use lenses instead of eyes, and photographs instead of memories, thinking that they have captured the time.
I was once na?ve enough to think so. When I first got involved in photography, I traveled to Tibet once, with my own digital camera. The blue sky, the white clouds, the blue water, the snowy mountains, the face of all this is difficult to use human language to describe the beauty of the scene, my first reaction is - hurry up and take pictures. So, during my trip to Tibet, I hardly took my eyes off the small window of the viewfinder, and the memory card was filled to the brim, thinking that I had already recorded all these beautiful scenes. However, when I came home and looked at the photos again, I couldn't recapture the excitement I felt at the time. At that time, I only cared about taking pictures, but I forgot to experience the pleasant journey, the novelty of facing the beautiful scenery and moving, as well as the moving story behind the landscape legend ...... I realized that some things are difficult to record with the photo.
Later, once I took my camera out to "sweep the streets", I really realized the real purpose of taking pictures. In the old town, I smelled the tantalizing aroma of food, and it turned out to be a long-established sausage noodle store. Into the store, order a dish of rice noodle, looking at the boss in the dense smoke in the busy figure, I can not help but raise the camera and press the shutter. In the old town I saw a small store making traditional copperware. Followed the "ting ting" sound walk over, and the master said hello, curious to see the process of beating copper. The master looked at my concentration and smiled broadly, so I pressed the shutter again. When I went home and looked at these two photos, I suddenly felt as if I could smell the scent of intestinal noodles again and hear the pleasant sound of copper beating again.
I realized that taking photos is just an opportunity for you to observe and experience, and the photos are just a lead-in to the memories, and the real good memories are in the heart.
So what does it matter whether you use a film camera or a digital camera? The first is to take a picture of the body of a person who has been in the same situation. As long as you experience it with your heart and record it with your mind, you will be able to write down a memory that will never lose its color.
Through the yellowed old photos
When Kodak, the film industry giant that dominated the world, announced its bankruptcy, and when a variety of cool features and high-end SLRs became the new favorites of photographers, many smartphone giants loaded up their flagships with cameras that were so high in pixels that they were staggeringly expensive, we had to admit that we had a record of a few years ago. ...... We have to admit, once recorded our sorrow and joy of the film era, finally in a sigh, slowly fall.
History is always so ruthless, the arrival of the new era of electronic information domination, always with the old king's eclipsed as the background, even if it is saddening, people linger on, but there is always nothing to be done.
In fact, more than just black-and-white film, everything in life, are facing the invasion and erosion of modern technology. Paper-based reading is highly popular and e-reading in the ascendant; the gradual extinction of correspondence and e-mail, microblogging, QQ and other instant communication in vogue; tape and CD in the corner of the dust of the years, and MP3, MP4 is full of every favorite song ...... Yes, unconsciously, the modern technology has long been the Our way of life has been completely changed, attacking the city and occupying the territory, as if it were a crackerjack.
However, when we submit to the modern technology that enchanting wind posture and noble skirt, whether it has also thought of the development of science and technology, in addition to bring massive information storage, speed of light speed of communication, convenient and rich resources, whether it also means that the beautiful "dilution", the loss of tradition? Have you ever accompanied you through the hard years of "fish book" and "Walkman", there is a trace of reluctance and attachment?
The true heritage of the culture, there must be the weight of the soil, the lightness of the paper, and the fragrance of the wood, rather than metal, glass and plastic cold. The era of digital technology, the photo is no longer unattainable, but open the phone and camera, LCD screen photos, but is just a myriad of crystals stacked mechanical body, cold and lifeless; the popularity of e-reading, so that the book is no longer a dream out of reach, however, fragmentation, the tendency to read entertainment, so that we can seldom be quiet again in the snowy night embraced by a large stove, hold a cup of tea, read the wisdom of the fragrance; E-mail, QQ's prevalence, so that space is no longer a barrier to the mind, but the fragmented brief response, not only to make people's thinking become shallow and pale, and no longer taste the "wild geese fly long light is not the degree of the fish and dragons leaping into the water into the text" of the ghost of the warmth and the text of each behind the sobbing as if to tell, turning and deliberating on the entanglement of the twine!
The terrible thing is that this loss, we still do not know.
Thus, Canon's "always moving" sounds more like a promise that is difficult to fulfill. But when I look at my mother's photo albums, I'm always touched by them. Because, even though it's yellowed, you can still see that touching smile.
2014 Zhejiang Province Full Score Essay
My Road My Door
When I saw this question, I had an inexplicable almost tearful touch.
The days that have been imprisoned for a long time and have passed away and the days that I envisioned glistening with light came out of nowhere, making me both familiar and unfamiliar, elated and overwhelmed at the same time.
Woke up in the morning and lamented to my mom and dad, "So much for the fact that I'm going to take the college entrance exam." They all laughed.
Three years in a flash, once thought that the long road to the end of the college entrance examination, I remember carrying the class grades into the classroom when the hesitation; I remember the first chemistry class principal sitting on the podium of our careful; I remember fever math teacher allowed me to sleep a lesson my heart satisfied; I remember countless nights I pick the lamp reading; I remember countless mornings I smelled the chicken dance.
Now, I ran on the road, I saw the door not far away, although I still just look at it reverie, but I know that it is with the future, and the broader world of the connection point. At the door, there was the ethos of freedom, the thoughts of the masters, and the fearlessness of a new journey. I longed to soar in a wider airspace, and then rest in my favorite shade of green; I longed to swim in a wider ocean, and then dive down somewhere deep to swim and compete with other fish for food, and greet the coral at the bottom of the sea. Behind the door was yet another place so suitable for my dreams to take off. And now, I'm already looking at it from a short distance away, and it won't be long before I'm on my tiptoes to reach it.
The door and the road, really born a pair of such a subtle combination. Sweat on the road, the door to harvest surprises; the road rain and wind, the door has its own established purpose of the place, as the best reward for the persistent people. The road gives me a clear direction, the door gives me the power to fight. And I am about to finish a road, push open a door, is undoubtedly a most satisfied people.
My road has a warm walk, I received a concerned mother's phone call, I also saw never attend what worship father in Putuo hands together to me when I wish to bend the broad spine. In those moments, I clenched my fists and moved forward with even more vigor.
My door needs to be pushed open by me. There will come a time when I will finally test my edge, and in another holy place, looking up at the brilliant starry sky above me, I will still smile in the face of all things, and play like a great man on the sea of truth.
But I know, I still can not stop running, because after the door of the university, there is another road full of challenges, where there is my future rain, rain and snow, the end of the road, will be in the dream of the ferry flash.