Hello, since you are a high school student, I don't feel that the essays need to be too deep. I would like you to recommend the following works:
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Bi Shumin Classic? Filial Piety is Priceless? Author: Bi Shumin? I don't like the story of a bitter child seeking education. The family is very difficult, the father died, siblings waiting to feed, but he graduated from college, but also insist on graduate school, the mother only to go to sell blood ...... I thought that was a selfish schoolchild. The road to school is very long, the cause of a lifetime, why care too much about a few years wasted? Moreover, the minutes and seconds of this time are bitter, need to be irrigated with the mother's blood! If a man can't even love his mother, who can he expect to love? How can a man who puts his own interests above all else be a master for humanity? I also don't like the traveler who leaves his parents when they are seriously ill, no matter how many reasons you have. The earth rotates without anyone, and there is no need to exaggerate the power of the individual to an incredible degree. When an old man is on the verge of death, cut off his last hope for the world, and travel in loneliness with a despairing heart, that is a great disrespect to life. I believe that every sincere and loyal children, have been in the heart to parents wish "filial piety", believe that the day will come, believe that the water will come to fruition, believe that they will be successful and successful clothes the day of return home, you can comfortably do filial piety. Unfortunately, people forget, forget the cruelty of time, forget the shortness of life, forget the world can never repay the favor,? They forget that life itself is fragile and vulnerable. Parents are gone, with a deep concern for us. Parents gone, left us never pay back the mood. You will never be able to say filial piety. There are some things, when we are young, can not understand. When we understand, we are no longer young. There are things in the world that can be made up for, and there are things that can never be made up for. "Filial piety" is a fleeting attachment, "filial piety" is unable to reproduce the happiness. "Filial piety" is a lost footsteps of the past, "filial piety" is the chain at the junction of life and life, once broken, never connect. Hurry up to do a filial piety for your parents. Maybe it's a mansion, maybe it's a piece of brick and mortar. Maybe it's a goose across the ocean, maybe it's a message from someone close by. Maybe it's a black doctor's hat, maybe it's a red five in the homework book. Maybe it is a table of delicacies, maybe it is a wild fruit and a small flower. Maybe it's a flowery frock, maybe it's a pair of clean old shoes. Maybe it is tens of thousands of dollars, maybe it is just a coin containing body heat ...... but "filial piety" on the scale, they are equal. Only, the world's sons and daughters, must grasp ah! While your parents are alive and well! Everyone loves the moon in their hometown. That's probably how things are.But if there is only one moon, it is a bit lonely. Therefore, in ancient Chinese poetry, the moon is always accompanied by something, most often mountains and water, what "high mountains and small moon", "three pools and the moon", and so on, countless.
My hometown is in the northwest of Shandong on the Great Plains. When I was young, I never saw a mountain, and I didn't know what a mountain was. I used to fantasize that a mountain is probably a round, thick pillar, the top of the sky, so powerful. Later, when I arrived in Jinan, I saw the mountain, and realized that the mountain was like this! Therefore, I look at the moon in my hometown, never different from the mountain connection. As Su Dongpo said, "the moon out of the East Mountain, hovering between the bullfighting", is completely unimaginable to me.
As for water, my hometown village has a lot of it. A few small reed pits accounted for more than half of the village. In my eyes as a small child, although not like the Dongting Lake "August Lake water" as grand, but also quite a bit of smoke and misty situation. In summer, after dusk, I lay on the ground in the yard by the pit and counted the stars in the sky. Sometimes I would light a bonfire under an old willow and shake the tree, and swarms of robins would fly down, much easier than trying to stick them with chewed wheat grains during the day. I enjoyed it every night, and every day I looked forward to the early dusk.
At an even later time, I walked to the edge of the pit and looked up to see a bright moon in the clear sky, shining brightly, mirroring the one in the water. I didn't know what poetry meant at the time, but I was happy to look at it, and something was sprouting in my heart. Sometimes I played at the pit for a long time before going home to sleep. In my dreams, I saw two moons stacked on top of each other. The light was even more crystal clear. Get up early the next morning, to the pit side of the reeds to pick up the ducks under the egg, white a flash, hand into the water, a touch is an egg. At this point it was even more joyful.
I only stayed in my hometown for six years, and then I left my hometown and drifted to the ends of the earth. In Jinan lived for more than ten years, spent four years in Beijing, and back to Jinan for one year, and then lived in Europe for eleven years, and then back to Beijing, and now it has been more than ten years. During this period, I have traveled to thirty countries in the world, and I have seen many moons. I have seen the moon in the beautiful scenery of Lake Leman in Switzerland, in the sandy African desert, in the blue sea, in the majestic mountains, I have seen the moon. All of these moons were, shall we say, fabulous, and I loved them all extraordinarily. However, when I saw them, I immediately thought of the small moon above the reed pit and in the water in my hometown. In comparison, I felt that these big moons of the wide world were in no way comparable to my beloved little moon. No matter how many thousands of miles I left my hometown, my heart immediately flew to it. My little moon, I can never forget you!
I am now in my eighties and nineties, and I live in the Langrun Park resort. To exaggerate a bit, this place has lush forests and bamboo, surrounded by green water, and a few earthy mountains that dot the landscape. The scenery is undoubtedly wonderful. A few years ago, I recuperated from Mount Lushan back, an old friend who recuperated in Mount Lushan to see me. He saw such scenery and said with emotion, "You live in such a good place, but also go to Mount Lu what to do!" It can be seen that Langrun Park gives people a deep impression. This place since there are mountains, water, trees, flowers, birds, every night, a round in the sky, the moonlight shining on the blue waves, up and down the sky, a blue hectares, and the fragrance of the lotus far away, the host of birds chirping, can not help but say it is a moonrise resort. The wonders of the lotus pond moonlight, just outside my window. No matter who comes here, can not be disregarded and happy?
However, every time such a good time, I still think of the ordinary little moon in the reed pit of my hometown. The moon has become a frequent experience for me. Homesickness disease, can not say is bitter is happy, which has the memory, there is melancholy, there are left behind, there is regret. The time will never come again. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
The moon is bright in my hometown, when can I see the moon in my hometown again? I'm looking at the south sky, my heart is flying to my hometown.
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Big Nothing Zhou Enlai
By Liang Heng
(1998, 1, 8)This year is the centennial of Zhou Enlai's birth, and it has been 22 years since he left us. But his figure is always by our side. To this day, many people still mention the Premier's double tears, and talk about national affairs to miss the Premier. Lu Fangweng's poem: "Where can I transform my body into a thousand billion, a tree in front of a plum tree, a Fangweng." What is the way to transform the Premier's body into hundreds of billions of bodies, with the Premier in front of everyone? Is there really any eternity of soul in the world? Is it even possible for the souls of great men to fill heaven and earth and saturate all things in this way? Just like the old monk to realize the Zen, just like Zhu Zi Ge matter, since the national mourning in January 1976, I often think about this puzzling puzzle. 20 years, finally one day I realized a reason: the Premier's "have" everywhere, the original is because of his many "nothing", those most should not, the most should not, the most should not, the most should not, the most should not, the most should not, the most should not, the most should not, the most should not. "
These are the most important things that you should not do, and the most unexpected and intolerable "nothing" ah.
Why is Zhou Enlai so touching and touching? It is this "six nothing", "six have", in people's hearts, impact, stirring and stirring the ups and downs, big waves. His love and virtue, save, warm and bless too many people. Since ancient times, the official who loves the people is loved. Zhuge Liang ruled Shu for 27 years, and the Wuhou Ancestral Temple has been in constant flames for 1700 years. Chen Yi traveled to Wuhou Ancestral Temple, said: "Kong Ming against the victory of Zhaolie (Liu Bei), why is it? I think Kong Ming rule Shu left a legacy of love. The thicker the legacy of love, the more eager to read." Ordinary people get along with Shang Peach for Lee, a kindness will be rewarded, and a great man recreated the country, revitalized the nation, moistened the people, how can the descendants easily forget him? We are materialists, but I always feel in my heart that one day someone will probably come to build a temple for the Prime Minister. The temple is the temple of God, God is the descendants in all the predecessors sifted out of the model, such as loyalty and righteousness as Guan Gong, love of the people as Zhuge Liang. Premier Zhou is very much like Zhuge Liang in terms of his own cultivation and governance, merit, talent and people's hearts. Zhuge Liang taught his son very strict, his famous "Book of Commandments", teach his son "quiet to cultivate oneself, thrift to cultivate virtue, not indifferent to brighten the mind, not serene to be far-sighted". He was so diligent and thrifty that he wrote to the later lord that his family had 800 mulberry trees and 15 hectares of thin fields to provide for the family's living, and he had no more savings. These two things are often praised by historians. What about the Premier? He did not have a posterior, of course, there is no teaching maxims; he did not have a legacy, when he died, his family members were divided into a few patches of clothing as a souvenir; he did not have a shrine, there is no tomb, and even do not know where the ashes fell; he did not make a speech, there is no "Table of the Masters" can be handed down to the next generation. The more he did not have, the more his legacy will be remembered by future generations, and the more that one did not like a whip in people's hearts. Lu Xun said, tragedy is to tear the valuable things in life to people. It is the fate of the Prime Minister from the body one by one to tear away many of the things that should belong to him, but also in the tearing of the hearts and lungs of the descendants of the liver and intestines. That is never be able to make up for the regret, this regret and doubled into deep thoughts. 22 years gradually passed, thoughts and into people's deeper thinking, so the Prime Minister's strength of character in the condensed, in the frame, in the highlight. And the power of personality once formed is beyond time and space. Not only the Prime Minister, all the great men of history, China's Sima Qian, Wen Tianxiang, foreign Marx, Lenin, we have never seen it? Einstein chiseled through a mountain of physics and came to a philosophical conclusion: time stops when the speed is equal to the speed of light, and the space around it curves when the mass is large enough. So why don't we come up with a "personality theory of relativity"? When the power of personality reaches a certain strength, it will be as fast as the speed of light and attached to all things, the dome of space and protection of living beings. We and the great man of course, there is no time difference and no space difference.
This is the philosophy of life.
Zhou Enlai will also accompany us to eternity.
Lastly, I recommend to you the work of the writer Liang Heng, which I quite like.
This is what I'm seriously looking for , hope to adopt, thank you!