A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, she fell in love with me ...... A certain time, a certain minute, a certain second, I fell in love with her ...... I've seen long-haired her, short-haired her; angry her, happy her... ...She has seen the capricious me, the lovely me; the petulant me, the crying me ...... Time is such a mysterious thing, it is enough for one person to witness the growth of another, for one person to witness the passing of another's years.
Her aging, my growth, in life so inevitably happen. The memory of her smiling all the time, her eyebrows arched, her laughter bright, with stars popping out of the corners of her mouth, that is my favorite picture.
She was cheerful and generous, and I, inherited my dad's character. When she is bored, she likes to look at my face, sometimes looking for places where I am similar to her, is it the eyebrows? Is it the mouth? Or the ears? But it seems that none of them are, then it must be that I have gained too much love and my body just can't hold her anymore.
Every time I go out on the street with her, I always run into more or less acquaintances, which annoyed me as a child, and I even made fun of it sometimes in front of people.
When I was in elementary school, every spring and summer, I went for a walk with her almost every night, holding her hand and talking about endless words. When I came home at night, it would be very dark, so I sang to her, and danced around saying that I wanted to protect her, and I couldn't see her expression in the dark, but she never broke my childish wish.
In fact, she was afraid of very few things, when I was a child, it was she took me to catch bugs, I therefore also wanted to be a biologist. When I first came into contact with composition, she always wrote for me first; when I was older, the two of them wrote together, and the final choices were hers, which made me very unconvinced.
So every time we wrote an essay, we had a big fight. Now that I think about it, it's become a warm memory.
Honestly, I don't thank her for giving birth to me and raising me, I just want to thank her for loving me and always understanding me. Once, she became the protagonist of my essay, and it turned out that I finished that essay in tears.
She only laughed when she read it and said that was the way it should be. Before I wrote this, I swore that I would rush down her tears, but after all, I still don't like to see her cry.
I actually do not like to touch these memories, because always want to cry, afraid of the future school always have to be separated from her, and their own lonely breakthrough. She should also be right, afraid of the future I can only see her like visiting relatives.
Just, mom, when I embarked on a long-distance train to leave, please do not cry, because I am in your heart, you are, I am in .......
2. What is the meaning of Jinsei LiuyiAncient Arthur has fifty strings.
Pillar, the pillar that adjusts the pitch of the strings; Si reads de-vocalized, because the rhythmic poetry shall not appear three flat sounds in a row.
This poem belongs to a work of reminiscence in his later years, and although it is a bit hazy, it has been recited throughout the ages.
Unprovoked, without cause, without reason.
The ancient Arthur was made of 50 strings, but it was generally made of 25 strings, but there was still a system for it.
The first and second lines of the poem say: "The beautiful brocade-like serpent with patterns has fifty strings, and I am about to turn fifty, so every string and every column evokes my memories of the years that have passed away".
In the third line, the story of Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly can be found in Zhuang Zi - The Theory of Things: In the past, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, and the butterfly was vivid. But I realized that I was pleasantly surprised.
I wonder if Zhou's dream was of a butterfly, or if the butterfly's dream was of Zhou?"
The poem "Dawn of the Butterfly" is the first line of the poem.
I wonder if the dream of Zhou is the dream of the butterfly, and the dream of the butterfly is the dream of Zhou?
In the face of the warring states society, which is characterized by fierce changes, Zhuang Zhou has developed the idea of the impermanence of life, while Li Shangyin has a sense of the late Tang Dynasty's decline, political turmoil, and destiny as a duckweed and use this allusion. The allusion to this, but also contains his love for love and the sadness of life is gone.
He seemed to have a premonition that he was going to die soon, and he wanted to give vent to his deep pain and resentment. The legend of Wang Di is found in the Huan Yu Ji saying : " Du Yu, king of Shu, was called Wang Di, and later, due to the abdication of the throne, he died by himself and was transformed into Zi Gui ."
Zigui is the cuckoo. The beautiful and bleak cuckoo under the poet's pen has been sublimated into the poet's sorrowful heart.
The deep sadness can only be entrusted to the sad cry of the cuckoo in the late spring, which is so bleak. Neck line immediately after the jaw line, the New Book of Tang - Dee Renjie biography: Dee Renjie raised Mingjing, transferred to Bianzhou Senator, for the officials falsely accused of deportation.
Make Yan Liben summoned, is not his talent, said Xie: 'Zhongni said that the view over the knowledge of benevolence, Jun can be said to be a pearl in the ocean. Three Kingdoms - Wu Zhi - Zhuge Ke biography: scrupulously little talent, Sun Quan said his father Jin said: 'Blue field born jade, really not false.
Bead and jade are the poet's own metaphors, not only for talent, but also for virtue and ideals. The poet uses these two images to reflect the sadness that he is endowed with outstanding talent and virtue, but not used by the world.
The final couplet of the poem, using the rhetorical progressive syntax to strengthen the tone and end the poem. "This feeling" summarizes the feelings expressed, into a reminiscence is echoed with Si Huayi.
can wait that is not to be, indicating that the melancholy sadness of this feeling, has long been confused and difficult to escape, at this time when it is even more difficult to bear. This poem is very rich in artistic individuality, the use of allusion, than Xing, symbolism, the poem butterflies, cuckoos are symbols, beads, jade is than Xing, they create a bright and clear, elegant and mournful artistic mood.
This "Jin Se", is Li Shangyin's masterpiece, love of poetry is not happy to chant, can be said to be the most prestigious; however, it is the most difficult to explain a difficult poem. Since the Song and Yuan dynasties, speculations have been made, and there is no consensus.
The title of the poem, "Jinse", is the first two words of the first line. In the old saying, it was originally thought to be an aria, but the recent commentators seem to think that this poem has nothing to do with the matter of the serpent, and is actually a piece of "untitled" work that uses the serpent to conceal the title.
I think, it is different from the general aria object, but also is not just a simple "intercept the first two words" to the beginning of a comparison with the literal untitled poem. It is not just an untitled poem, but it is also a poem that is not related to the words.
The first two lines of the couplet, never the annotators also have a lot of misunderstandings, that according to this can be judged when this piece of writing, the poet has been "line fifty years", or "nearly fifty years", and so the clouds. In fact, it is not.
"No reason", Utah, "no reason", "for no reason". This poet's idiotic language.
Jinsei originally had so many strings, which is not "not" or "fault"; the poet is hard to complain about it: Jinsei ah, why do you want to have so many strings? Ceres, in the end, the original number of strings, to Li Shangyin era and how many strings, in fact, do not have to "test", the poet but to use the words to see the meaning of it. According to the records, the ancient Arthur had fifty strings, so Yuxi often used the number of "fifty" when he wrote about the Arthur, such as "Raining Xiangling has fifty strings" and "Because of the fifty strings, the middle way is divided into the palace and the levies", which can prove that the poet had no special intention to use this word in his writing. The poet has no special intention.
"A string and a column of thoughts of Chinese New Year", the key lies in the word "Chinese New Year". The key to this is the word "huayen".
Thur has fifty strings and fifty syllables, and the most complicated syllables can be seen, and its complicated sound and urgency, which often makes it difficult for the listener to be pregnant.
The seer has fifty strings, and the syllables are the most complex to understand.
He is saying: listen to the complicated strings of the brocade serpent, think of the past of Chinese years; the sound is complicated and chaotic, and the frustration is difficult to speak.
To appreciate this poem, it is important to understand the purpose of Yuxi, and not to drum on a pillar. Song lyricist He cast said: "Jinse Huayi who with the degree?" （The Yuan poet Yuan Haowen said, "The beautiful woman complains about her years!" (Thirty Poems on Poetry) The year of splendor is what is known as beautiful youth in today's language.
Yuxi's most important "main eye" in this poem is on the splendor of the Chinese New Year, so the saying that it takes "fifty years of age" to recall "forty-nine years" is really just a pedantic view. The first sentence of the first line of the fourth line uses the phrase "the year of forty-nine years" as a metaphor. The first sentence of the jaw line, with the Zhuangzi "a fable allusion, said Zhuangzhou dreamed of his body into a butterfly, vivid and fly ...... forgetting that their own is "Zhuangzhou" its people; later woke up, their own is still Zhuangzhou, I do not know where the butterfly has gone.
Yuxi this sentence is written: the good people Jinse, a song of complicated strings, awakened the poet's dreamscape, no longer into sleep. Lost contains lost, away, not to the meaning.
Try to see him in the "Autumn Evening Thoughts" said: "Pillow Cold Zhuang butterfly to go", to go that is, away from, pass away, that is, what he called the fan is. Dawn dream butterfly, although out of Zhuang Sheng, but after the use of Yuxi, has been more than a "vivid" problem, which vaguely encompasses the beautiful situation, but also the indistinct dream.
In the next sentence of this couplet, Wang Di, is the legendary monarch of Shu at the end of the Zhou Dynasty, named Du Yu. Later, Zen retreat, unfortunately, the country died and died, after death, the soul into a bird, twilight spring cries bitter, to the mouth bleeding, the sound of its mournful sad, moving people heart, named cuckoo.
Du Yu cries spring, which is related to the jinxer and what is the connection? Originally, the jinther string, mournful sound of the song, cause the poet infinite sadness, unspeakable anger, such as hearing the cuckoo's mournful sound, send the spring home. A "to" word, not only wrote the Du Yu of the spring heart of the cuckoo, but also wrote the beautiful people of the spring heart of the Jinxer, hand waving eyes to send between the interest of the flowers fall water flow, the poet's wonderful pen strange feelings, in this case.
3. 7th grade essay "This is the most beautiful scenery"You, like the most serene lake, reflecting the beauty of the world, reflecting the rush of the years. You've got the most beautiful words to send, but you're sitting alone in a corner of the world. I think, in fact, you are the most beautiful scenery in this world. --Title The first time I saw your name, I thought of the Red Chamber, a dream, a beautiful year. So, I quietly entered your world, I never thought that the beauty of the world. You use your beautiful words to write that one by one in the Jinsei years of women, so that I saw, can not help but accompany you sorry, accompany you pain. You are a bystander, but let the same is a bystander I feel the joys and sorrows of the woman of the city. Like a beautiful sad story, and then you use the same beautiful heartbreaking words to think, put the love of the release, and then quietly sitting on the side, quiet flavor. You are so quiet, but quiet so beautiful. You said you like to stay at home and watch TV, like to watch that a shocking and or the feud entangled love, I think you must be accompanied by them to laugh or cry with them, they are acting, and the deepest into the drama may be you. Only a woman with a pure heart will be so y moved by the sorrows and pains of that true love. You are drunk, obsessed, all in that scene of true and deep love picture, so true you, how can not be beautiful. You said you love Ziyan the most, and you love her for three lifetimes. Love such a persistent woman you, love such a woman of love you, must also be so persistent and infatuation. I seem to see your persistent and intoxicating face, firm and beautiful. I imagine the tenderness of your writing, the calmness of your writing, and the fascination of your sitting in front of the TV. One scene after another, all from this quiet woman called Iris. I want to say, Iris, you really are very beautiful. I'd like to say, Iris, you're really very beautiful. I want to say, Iris, you are the most beautiful scenery in this world.
4. The Gift of the Years EssayThe years are shallow, and life is unharmed.
Sitting in a season of smoke and dust, time to cook rain, make a pot of tea, taste a touch of incense, leisurely in the years. Shallow with a touch of calm, quiet appreciation of prosperity, looking for a trace of warmth, elegant a poem, slightly drunk in the red dust.
Fine taste of the years, shallow lyrical life.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the world for a long time, and I've never seen anything like it.
Swinging a water appendage, the spirit of the season twisting in the flow of light. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
The water is flowing, and the warmth is in your heart. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
The wind and rain have been shaking down the red flakes all over the place. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
Some of the love, destined to have no fate. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Only the heart of love, life is not alone, the world is not silent. Because there is love, only to feel the bones; because of the love, only to feel love; walk through the years, can not walk again, but can look back; love people, can not keep each other, but can be recalled; flowed tears, can not be recovered, but can taste.
All experience, are time to leave a touch of fragrance of the years. The life of the sad and happy past, time know, years know, you and I know.
Understanding, is a landscape of elegance. The first thing you need to do is to get a good understanding of what you're doing and how you're doing it.
When happiness comes, accept it bravely. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Meeting is a kind of destiny; knowing each other is a tacit understanding; loving each other is a kind of happiness. The forced happiness, will not last long, is our happiness, cherish each other, take care of.
The bitterness and sweetness of life, the heart will know, but the heartache does not say, their own experience, because we know that life, certainly not smooth sailing. There is a kind of sentiment, sometimes melancholy, sometimes entangled, but entangled not to say, hidden in the bottom of the heart, because we know that life, not necessarily full of people round.
That heartbreak, that hurt, let us experience the world. That heartache, that suffering, let us taste the flavor of life.
The years are a boat, the heart is the helmsman. Sometimes love, just a gesture, the heart will be intoxicated.
Sometimes life, just a touch of calm, the heart will blossom. A lot of bad and how, trip through this river, there will be shore; over the mountain, it must be a long way.
Through the red dust, feint in the morning and evening. The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of your life, and you'll be able to do it in a way that you don't have to.
Occasionally, there are some inexplicable small bitterness, strung into the sea of heart. The time passes, the dust in the rise and fall.
People living in the world, some loss, inevitable. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products in the world.
Happy, calm as dust; lost, silent as flowers. Some of the gains and losses, take it for granted, some pay, not counting the results, some worries, but also just a mortal self-interference.
In fact, life is bittersweet. The first thing you need to do is to look away, and then you'll be able to see the natural happiness, and then you'll be able to see the worries.
One obsession, inevitably less happy, more trouble. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
There are always some partings that are lost.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
There is always some state of mind that makes people clear.
The first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one, and I think it was a very good one.
Some people, we can not forget, let it light in the heart. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular ones.
Because the years, will precipitate the past. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
Light, will embrace happiness. Look far away, a good, warm and moist years; a touch of sweetness, the spirit of rhyme with the flow of years; a slight rain, clear the world; a season of flowers cool, the rotation of the seasons.
The world of smoke and clouds, there is a fixed number, as long as the smile to the warmth, the heart from the open. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
The years, because of the calm and quiet beauty. The time rush, some melancholy, to banish, some gains and losses, to see open.
The years of poetry, written like a lotus state of mind. The life of the scroll, carving ink of light flowers, carving out the beauty of time, carving out the eternity of the years.
Let life fade a wisp of flamboyance, let the world stay half fresh, let the state of mind, bright as water, light as tea, quiet as Zen. In the hustle and bustle, stabilize a mixed heart, surplus floating world, popping off the dust, light life.
Through the vicissitudes of life, only to know the beauty of life. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Life, there are ups and downs, life, there are sad and happy. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular ones.
Shallow years, leisurely life, in a cup of tea gradually released, shallow and simple, is the source of happiness. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
I believe that the eyes of the fragrance, butterflies come from the heart, if the heart is light, the years are shallow; if you are to the warmth, life is unharmed. Sixth grade: a bar.
5. pen flower essayAt the end of the fall, the time rolled away from the vigorous vitality, leaving a withered petals, rendering the sadness of the decline of all things.
Leaves drifting in the sky and earth, completed its mission of the season, it is crying, is celebrating or with this world to do the final separation? There is no way to know, and I just have to do is to hold a pen, writing towards the success of the course.
I walk in the world of books, shallow paper and ink fragrance contains the ancient culture, recorded the human journey, interpretation of the microcosm of the esoteric ...... outside the window is a scene of depression, a thin and continuous drizzle through the coolness. Look to the distant mountains, a green color, thick clouds like my mood layer does not show.
The world is too bleak, only a moment to hide in the book, to comfort. The pen is flowing, at the end of this fall, only it is again beautiful posture to write beautiful words, as if the pale paper bloomed a beautiful flower, to this symbol of the withered season to add a touch of vitality.
There are more than two hundred days, I will go to the life of the fairest "interview", we are a group of "interviewer" shouted "struggle" slogan, a military uniform! We are a group of "interviewers" shouting the slogan "struggle", all dressed in military uniforms. We are not the world's favorite children, the burden of growth is to carry their own.
In these days of maturity, we diligently weave a cocoon, although sometimes feel that the sky, a few exhaustive blood, but we are still in order to more than two hundred days after the "cocoon into a butterfly". Based on the present, the center of the time, the flow of years and then good, running children can not stop to watch, with the footsteps of youth, to the dream of the country gallop.
Which tube trekking, all the way to the remaining footsteps and sweat. And what we have to do at this time is to open the book, hold a pen, listen to the rain outside the window pattering, at the end of the fall, write the most beautiful years of life, so that the pen is born flowers, open in the year of the jinxiu, paved with the struggle of the road, toward the dream of the country.
6. a world of love essaydeep winter a few degrees, after Ronghua Xie, wind and China quicksand, old age years, prosperous and chaotic world, static water flows deep, Cangsheng tread song, three lifetimes round and missing ...... Han ink displacement that life, exciting frontier fire and wolf smoke, unwilling to be that a world of Jinsei woman, chaotic world tipping, flowing years flying, green yarn Manmai, turbulence throughout the world of prosperity! Prosperity, half a lifetime of displacement, embellished with a world of crippling grief, I do not know how many generations of thousands of autumn, reincarnation of a bright smile ...... transition sentence, desolate frontier, rain and arrows flying, brocade silk, love the world, jade dew agar, butterfly love the end of the world, would rather listen to the prosperity of the song, do not do the Lord of the prosperity of the quiet face in the diamond mirror such as the dream bubble like a flash that is extinguished.
Three thousand green silk weak strands, for whom the point of the dream into obsession! Finger dyeing flashy, who can plant a world for me to fall in love with the city ...... air spirit of the rainy night, chilling a world of reincarnation. The heart of the piano strings dial mess three thousand red dust rolling.
Memory burns the remnants of the past, burdened with half a lifetime of grief, playing half a lifetime of appendage. In that life, jingo and iron horse, the gas swallowed ten thousand miles, the smoke of the wolf, the vassal cut off the world, the king for whom to fight for the world.
Tochigi troops and horses, pheng flag tumbling, flying sand, golden bells ringing the sky, killing vibration world, full of smoke and sand, blood and tears fall, the remnants of the horse cracked armor, paving the red end of the world, only to hope that the reincarnation of Yan is still the old collapse, and for you to articulate the flowers in February. I can only use a drop of tears of time for you to dance dry, because I want to use a lifetime of years for you to fight for the world.
That life, the peach source of three thousand, falling colorful paved red end of the world. The jinx is not the end of the world, the face of the country and the city curved meaning of the wind and splendor of the world.
I can only use half a column of incense time for you to play half a song, because I want to use a lifetime of Shaohua and you step all over the end of the world. That life, snow-capped, illusionary innocence, cherry blossom seasonal flurry, flower festival beautiful dance strand quicksand, remnants of the death of several generations, lightly twisting the flower face hand left the remaining incense, I can only use the time of the meteor flashes and you *** drunk flowers before the moon, because I want to use the leakage of sand in the flow of the year for you to abdominalization of the wind and snow.
That life, half a green lamp, the ancient Buddha accompanied by the moon and evening into a Jue, wind screen pavilion, a volume of years of light song, smoke and warmth of the first makeup, three thousand green silk weak strands, for the Secretary to point painting into obsession. The accumulation of a lifetime of madness, can be entrusted to whom? How many heroes blood murder, how many loyal souls and bones buried dead in his hometown, a general success of ten thousand bones withered, how many white hair to send away the black hair.
It is only that one into the jianghu rush my generation, the wreckage of the wall, soldiers in the pool, full of smoke and sand, bitter who waited for the heart of the infatuation! Fearless of the vicissitudes of the red face, only afraid of the flowers fall broken strings of the intention of no one to listen to ...... Once phantom a world of confusion, some bleak, how much dust and smoke and rain stained how much of the Clearwater River, the flow of years a few people die, buried the end of the world, this life has become a wound, how many passers-by hurriedly to come back, how many red face silk hair white hair, heaven and earth is bleak, blood stained the bright moon in this heart! Unrepentant peak cloud, fell into the pen of whoever, portraying whoever thoughts flooded, how many children, heroes are difficult to beauty, I wrote with a lifetime, but I wish to accompany the Secretary, even if the love is shallow, I still a lifetime entanglement, life and wait for you to be in that spring warmth and flowers on the long street long, the fireworks flourish .......