Full-score essay: that moved me gaze
A candidate
Sunlight swept through the long river of time, in the memory of the shells carved Road marks; waves rolled over and washed away, the real gold slowly sinking, the sun in the long river eventually reflected a touching gaze.
Focused gaze
"Liu Xiang ......Liu Xiang ...... "The cheers on the field are higher than a wave, standing on the starting line of Liu Xiang does not seem to have hear, he gazed while doing preparation work. A government official went up and patted him on the shoulder and said something, but Liu Xiang didn't react, and he didn't look up at others. See this, the TV set in front of me can not help but for him to pinch a sweat: "Is Liu Xiang today's state is not good?"
The gun went off, Liu Xiang seemed like an arrow off the string, rushed out, struggled to cross a fence, eyes like an eagle general concentration. In the end, "12 seconds 88", Liu Xiang broke the world record!
After the race, the reporter interviewed Liu Xiang: "Do you know that someone is about to overtake you when you cross the hurdles?" Liu Xiang smiled: "During the race, I only saw the finish line."
Lock the target, focus on it, only concentrate on it, can beat the enemy. I admire the spirit of the flying man Liu Xiang, and I am even more touched by his focused eyes.
Firm gaze
Hong Zhanhui, who carries his sister to school, is an ordinary-looking, plainly dressed young man. In his still a childish face when the child, fate let him lose the warmth of the family, a childish child actually have to bear the burden of life of the whole family, but he did not discourage, clench his teeth, smile face, he used his tender hands to support the broken family, with a firm gaze to tell the world, the good days are ahead. When his peers are still laughing in the arms of their parents, the manhood has sprouted in his heart.
There may be many other similar stories, perhaps even more touching, but Hong Zhaohui's eyes tell all people, no matter how hard it is, I will persist. Such persistent faith, such a firm gaze, felt all the people in China.
Avoiding gaze
Mr. Sarkozy, after electing the French president, had come to China to spin questions and came to Tsinghua University, China's top academic institution, to talk to the students there. At the meeting, Sarkozy's gentle temperament and humble attitude were unforgettable, especially his wisdom reminded me of one of the key factors of his success, which is his wise avoidance.
When he ran for the French presidency, Sarkozy faced a key part of the campaign, a televised debate with another candidate, Ms. Rowling, that would ultimately decide the pair's victory.
At the beginning, Sarkozy changed his aggressive attitude to one of avoidance, making Rowling's elegance lose its image, and so he gained more votes. It was his wise avoidance that made it work, so to speak.
I was touched by his gaze, for behind the avoiding gaze is hidden wisdom.
Thoughts flew back to the family's gaze in front of me, which also moved me. When I am sick, there is my mother's gentle gaze; when I am confused, there is my father's encouraging gaze; when I am helpless, there is my grandfather's loving gaze ......
I know that, no matter when, these touching gazes will accompany me as I grow up, so that my life is always touching.
Memories of the campus
Standing again on the concrete path of the elementary school, looking at the drizzle, I was stunned for a long time before realizing that I was getting wet again. This habit still seems to be unable to change, smiled, a sadness in the heart filled the open.
To this day, I still remember that happy time in elementary school, and the angelic girl who brought me joy.
I was in the fourth grade when my mom and dad transferred me to another school. At that time, I was very introverted, not dare to talk to unfamiliar people, always sitting alone in the back of the classroom seat, looking at those new students in the joke. Now I think about it, at that time, those students were probably laughing at me like a mute, but I didn't dare to go and talk with them. At that time, I felt as if I was the only one in the world.
One day, the sky inexplicably began to drizzle, I looked at the sky, but there is an impulse to want to get wet in the rain.
The drizzle attracted me to the swing and sat down, closed my eyes, felt the feeling of the rain falling on my hair, between the neck is cold wetness. A moment later, the warmth from between my hands made me slowly open my closed eyes, and I saw a beautiful face. She had long hair, soulful eyes, and slightly upturned corners of her mouth. She opened her mouth and asked me, "Can I play with Weigh?" I didn't say anything, I just nodded. She sat down right next to me and then started talking to me. Listening to her talk, my heart suddenly felt warm, and I felt like she was like a sister. A while later, with her driving, we played. I was on a swing, and she pushed me to swing to where I could reach out and grab a cloud, and then fall back down, and every time I looked at the sky it seemed like I could reach out and touch it, but it was so far away. I played with her for a long time, sitting on the same swing, swinging to the same place where you can touch the sky, looking at her swinging smile, listening to her silver bell laughter, trance is a dream.
For a long time, the bell rang and we walked to the classroom together. Walking to the classroom door, I called out to her, red-faced said I hesitated for a long time words: "I can and you do forever good friends?" She looked at me with a slight smile and nodded. I suddenly felt that it wasn't really that hard to talk to other people, and that no one would deliberately care about my every word, and then, laughing at me, was nothing more than my own superfluous worry. After that, we just eat together every day, do homework together ...... but such days are unconsciously, far away from us, and more and more far away. We slowly grew up, time changed me and her, we even became strangers to each other.
Waking up from the memories, I realized that on the playground swing, I don't know when to sit on the two little girls, as in the beginning of me and her. One girl pointed at me and said, "That sister is crying!" The other, however, said, "No, can't you see it's raining? It's rain, not tears." Listening to them, I subconsciously touched my cheeks, and I really couldn't tell if it was tears or rain.
I turned away, leaving behind a footprint and a string of memories, so that that far away she stayed in the deepest part of the memory and bloomed the most beautiful flowers!
Rise the sun in your heart
The world is not lacking beauty, but the lack of eyes to discover it. Living in the bustling city, countless beauty waiting for us to explore. Countless trials and tribulations are waiting for us to experience. Face up to life, laugh at the trials and tribulations, raise the sun in your heart, and let your life blossom!
Rising the sun in your heart requires a sense of honorable life. Wen Tianxiang told me, when you fall into the trough of life, it's okay, "life from ancient times who did not die, to take the heart of the sweat of the green". Su Shi told me that when your heart is full of gloom, it does not matter, "will pull the bow like a full moon, look northwest, shoot the sky wolf". Li Bai told me, when you are full of despair, smile, "the long wind will sometimes break the waves, hanging straight from the cloud sail to help the sea". On the road of life, there is always a beam of light shining on you, such as the wind and rain, so that you can raise the sun in your heart, and realize your own respectable life.
Rising the sun in your heart, you need to set sail with a smile. Miluo River, Qu Yuan looked up to the sky and laughed long and said: "the world is muddy and I am only clear, all the world is drunk and I am only awake" and sank to the bottom of the river, taking away the grief of the world, the sun in his heart to stay on earth. At the foot of Yan'an, Mao Zedong sighed: "Independent of the cold autumn, the head of Orange Island, to see all the mountains red, the layers of forests". The sun in Mao Zedong's heart is hundreds of millions of people. When the new China was founded, he smiled because the sun in his heart rose. Anyone's success is not smooth sailing, rise the sun in your heart, set off with a smile, the dawn of success will surround you.
Rising the sun in our hearts, we will find that the sun in everyone's heart is different. As small as an encouragement, a praise, a handshake, a smile, as big as a success, an award, or a lifetime of happiness. So, find the sun that suits you and let the vibrant sunshine be sown in your heart.
The trickle of water because of the heart of the sun, to be able to converge into a river; a few trees because of the heart of the sun, to be able to become a forest; point of the cornerstone because of the heart of the sun, to be able to seat into a mountain.
Rise the sun in your heart, so that the future is bright; rise the sun in your heart, so that the road is full of vitality; rise the sun in your heart, so that life is as bright as a summer flower, and death is as beautiful as the quiet of the leaves in autumn.
Raise the sun in your heart
Life is like a painting, thick ink splash, indifferent and strong reflection; life is like a song, high and low disorientation, noise and crisp are all into the repertoire; life is like a wine, long and gentle, mellow and bland are intoxicated. Walking on the long road of life, the future is confusing and dangerous. And we can only rise the sun in our hearts, in order not to be knocked down by the pain, by the helplessness of ridicule, because of the hardships and dangers of crying, so as to reach the other side of the shore of success.
The bright moon is bright--Li Bai
You have the majesty of "Chu Rhetoric" in front of you, and the euphony of Song lyrics behind you; you have the melancholy of Du Fu on your left, and the simplicity of Bai Juyi on your right. However, these can not cover your light. Although you have the opportunity to be an official, but the corruption of the officialdom and the emperor's incompetence stabbed your heart, so you raised the sun in your heart, shouting "can break the brow and bend the waist of the power and nobility, so that I can not be happy face," laughing wildly and go. You will be in the mountains splash their feelings of grandeur, flowing in the water. Li Bai, you are the immortal of poetry!
Li Bai has raised the sun in his heart, shining above the history of the world, and will always shine for generations to come.
Autumn Chrysanthemum in the South Mountain--Tao Qian
You were also a talented man who had spent ten years in the cold window of the university looking forward to the success of the day, and you were also enthusiastic about being an official, dreaming of being the most powerful person in the government. However, after seeing the poverty of the people and the corruption of the officials, you doubted. Because you are powerless to change, so you rise in the heart of the sun, wearing a cloth, wearing a pair of shoes, column a bamboo cane drifted away, in the mountains with the autumn chrysanthemums as a companion, gifting the world a resolute back.
Tao Qian rises the sun in his heart, so the yellowed annals of the faint fragrance of the chrysanthemums, and the fragrance of the ages.
By the Bryant Pavilion--Nalan Rongruo
You are a true son of the eight banners, but stayed between the Song lyrics; you have the envy of others, but not keen on the official career; you have been confused, doubtful, and helpless, but you ultimately raised the sun in your heart, dispersed the fog ahead, so that the word of the Qing dynasty has a place in the history of literature. The first time in the history of literature to occupy a place.
Rong Ruo raised the sun in his heart, letting the words of the Qing dynasty emit a dazzling luster, admired by all.
Perhaps life is sometimes more like a bustling crowd, more like gray and black film, but as long as you raise the sun in your heart, you can dispel the darkness, expel the cold, you can hear the murmur of the gale, see the clarity of the water, touch the gentleness of the clouds, and smell the blossom of the trees in April.
Rise the sun in your heart
Tears are mixed with rain, one rolls, but the other is bleak.
I walk in the rain, the wind passes through my back, quenching not my skin but my heart. Holding the paper that I had failed, I struggled to find an excuse, only to find it futile, what to tell you, I thought desperately.
The way home was always so familiar, I tried to slow down as much as I could, but I still came here. I didn't dare to keep walking because I saw you, and because I hadn't thought of an excuse yet. The huge curtains of water seemed like a lifetime ago, but I still saw you clearly, looking anxiously, like a big bird waiting for its young to return to the nest, so eagerly.
You still saw me, and walked straight towards me, I was a bit caught off guard, haphazardly stuffing my papers into my book bag, and looked up, right into your concerned gaze. You held an umbrella for me, shielding me on the left, the side of the heartbeat, while the relentless rain dampened your right arm.
Back home, you put the umbrella away, then intended to take off my school bag for me. I uneasily handed you the paper but didn't dare to look up. I know this is the last mock exam before the midterm, I know you have full of expectations for me, I know the sun in my heart has long since set, I know that at this moment your eyes must be full of disappointment. After a few seconds of silence, you opened your mouth first, still as gentle, "It's okay, mom doesn't blame you, cheer up for the midterm, I'm sure you'll pass." I've thought of countless expressions to face you, but I've forgotten all of them at this moment. I just raised my head, looked into your eyes, and then nodded heavily.
Picked up the paper back to the house, saw you have already warmed up the dry milk, in the drifting heat I seem to see your busy back. It is only that the years have dulled you and made you a bit haggard.
Under the lamp, I was writing furiously, just as I was in the examination room. The night was dark late that day, you said I learned late, for reasons only I know, every time I turn around, the living room has been on the lamp has been the sun in my heart rose, bright and infinite, full of vitality.
When I put pen to paper, I remembered a passage of ours:
I said, you are the sun in my heart.
You say, I am your eternal light.
Rise the sun in your heart
The sun is the sail of the wind and rain, carrying you towards the dawn; the sun is the wing of the kite, taking you to fly to distant planets; the sun is the messenger sent by the sunshine to give you firm shoulders when you are sad, to give you the courage to regain your strength when you are failing, to give you the wings of hope when you are despairing, and to break through the darkness of the night, the frustration, and the pain and reach the other shore of your own The ideal shore, to fulfill their mission, to rise the sun in their hearts.
Flower's hope is pinned on insects, which contribute their nectar to human beings, and insect's hope is pinned on flowers, which can be called "hard garden laborers". They all raised the sun in their hearts - to contribute.
Spring returns to the earth, the sun's light shines on us, warming us. The sun gives to us, we give the light of the sun, also as the sun so that everything has a chance to survive, we will pass on their love to others, so that others have the opportunity to share. We raise the sun in our hearts - to share.
Before entering the examination room, quietly lying alone by the holly, sniffing the fragrance of the flowers, looking at the books filled with outlines, a nervousness swirled in my heart. Each school has its own pledge slogan, whether I can pass the exams, whether I can step into a higher level of secondary school, question marks come and go in my mind. But behind each question mark is repeated the phrase - confidence, courage, believe in yourself, you will do it! Looking at the sky full of white clouds and the smiling faces of the students. Originally buried deep in the legs of the corners of the mouth slightly up, I will be able to do, confident ...... I rose in the heart of the sun full of light - self-confidence.
Looking out the window at the top of the scorching sun for us to pray for teachers, family members, how many days and nights, they work for us, busy for us, but they never complained, turning tears into severity, urging us to learn, accompanying us to grow. Listening to the cries of the long-lost robin, I rose the sun in my heart - touched.
Everything gave of themselves and shared the joy. Stepping confidently, topped with the title of moving, ushered in the exhibition of a new tomorrow, **** with holding up a home, a blue sky.
The sun is the stone, knocking out the star fire; the sun is the fire, illuminating the road ahead; the sun is the road, leading us to the dawn. Let us *** with the rising sun of tomorrow - to create a harmonious and beautiful home!
Give yourself some stranglehold
Walking in the quiet courtyard, the summer breeze slowly from ear to ear, the turquoise melon leaves also gently jumped with it, vaguely revealing the body under the fat and tender watery cucumber. Suddenly, I was amazed at how such a plump melon, hanging on such a weak vine, can still grow so strong?
Coming closer, I saw the tough green vines coiled on the melon, as well as the melon body, a road was strangled by the green vines scars. While lamenting that the squash had treated itself so poorly, compassion set in. I reached out one by one to dislodge the vines, when the last vine left the body of the melon, I heard a muffled sound of the melon crashing to the ground. I froze: the original thought that the green vine is the growth of the melon binding, but I do not know that it is the cucumber pillar of life; originally thought that it was the ignorance of self-abuse, but did not expect that it is the good treatment of their own.
Often resent all kinds of rules and principles of life, that they are the shackles of the pursuit of freedom, is the culprit that kills creativity. In fact, once you leave them, will life really be that good? I'm afraid not. If so, we can easily slip from relaxation to indulgence, and the initial euphoria will be replaced by a sense of uncertainty that accumulates over the years. When we come to a fork in the road of life, we still want to get back to the rules and principles we once had. The fact that we have to twist our own lives in such a way is a good thing to do to ourselves, isn't it?
Gourds still know that they would rather be strangled by vines in order to grow, so what about those of us who think we have superior intelligence? I think, treat yourself not simply throw away the principle, but should be appropriate to adhere to the principle, to find some help for their own growth of the "green vine". These "vines" can let us in the face of all sorts of bad temptations, in time to the cliff; can let us in the storm, firm in their ideals and beliefs; can let us in the bewilderment, have a strong spiritual backing ...... these "Green Vine", can be your principles of the world, can be your moral code of life, can also be your relentless pursuit of ideals.
Of course, by the "vines" strangled, it is inevitable to feel the pain, and sometimes even leave indelible scars, but in order to grow, to pay the price of what is the harm? After all, treat yourself not to pursue a moment of ease, but in order to get forever happy.
I went to the melon vine side, from the soft soil to pick up the still watery but lost the luster of the life of the cucumber, not realize that some of them for their own epiphany and happy.
Be kind to yourself, let yourself strangle the growth of the vine, the road was strangled out of the scars is not your obscure record of pain, but your glorious youth dance.
Quietly reminded
Hustle and bustle, into this era of the common disease; hype and reproach, interpretation of the news; quietly reminded, came just in time; chicken soup, soothing a restless heart.
You quietly remind me, I quietly remind you. Let us run towards a better tomorrow in true harmony!
Your sincerity, is so touching; your kindness, is so pure; your virtue, is so noble; your a quiet reminder, is so magical, so able to turn the tide.
No need for three orders, no need for fanfare, no need for hissing, no need for a mountain of paper, no need for twelve gold medals, and no need to forcefully promote? Just a quiet reminder from you is enough to change my fate.
In my confusion, you a look, full of encouragement; in my disillusionment, you a happy smile, conveyed confidence; in my failure, you a text message, ignited my passion? A quiet reminder is better than that thunderbolt.
When I was a child, I was naughty and went down to the river to take a bath, it was my mom who shouted loudly for me to come home and gave me a quiet reminder - "Don't be a child of the water ghost!" It burned a deep mark in my heart.
Primary school, heavy rain, my oil paper umbrella hard to turn around, see the water droplets into a circle flying, suddenly a gust of wind rose umbrella flying, poking the companion of the oil paper umbrella, I was so scared that I do not know what to do. It was my father who quietly reminded - "Quickly go and change the umbrella with that classmate." The seed of kindness was sown in my psyche.
Then on the eve of the midterm exams, a physical education class, I accidentally twisted my ankle, the teacher carried me to the hospital, students also visited me, the face of intense revision, I was anxious to know what to do. It was the class teacher who quietly reminded me - "Believe in yourself, I can do it!" A blooming lotus flower blossomed in my heart.
Since the work, the face of those less obedient children, always want them to correct their attitude, clear goals, improve the method, do everything possible to improve their performance, and develop a polite habit of asking and excellent sentiment. Sometimes just a quiet reminder - "On the edge of danger, do not slide too far." It also stuck with many of the kids.
Corruption **** is the lack of someone to quietly remind - a quiet reminder outside the party discipline and state law; lose their minds, is the lack of someone to quietly remind - impulsive to be punished quietly remind; the heart of the evil thoughts, is the lack of Someone quietly reminded - a quiet reminder of loyalty.
Loyalty to career, loyalty to family, loyalty to love, loyalty to nature, love of life - let's remind each other a little more quietly!
Love makes me more beautiful
Everyone's path of life is always less bright spring light, and warm warm sun. If you want to ask which ray of sunshine is the most dazzling? Some people say it is the excellent academic performance, some say it is the rich material ...... and I think that the most brilliant sunshine is no more than love.
Two years ago, I got a big illness, my parents carried me hither and thither, everywhere seeking medical treatment, from their anxious demeanor, from their attentive care, I y appreciate my parents' love for me from the bottom of my heart. One day, my father took me to the hospital on his bicycle, and I realized that he rode very slowly. It had been a few months, dad was too tired, my illness made him physically and mentally exhausted. I unintentionally noticed some gray hairs on my dad's head. Ah, Dad had changed, gotten older. I saw in him the vicissitudes of the years, saw the hardships of life, but also saw the traces of Dad's labor for me. Ah, Dad has not changed, the mountain-like father's love has not changed. I still feel his warmth, his love.
It was an evening when I was hospitalized. It was cold and snowing heavily outside. My father rushed to bring me dinner after work, but I wanted to eat dumplings. He put down the food he had brought from home without saying a word, and went out to buy dumplings for me in the face of the bitter wind and the goose feather snow that was flying in the sky. It was dark, the wind was stronger, and the snow was heavier. At this time, the snowman-like father walked and said, "You're starving, aren't you?" Looking at my dad's kind face and touching my dad's frozen red hands, I was moved to tears. "Dad, dad ......" I recited in my heart over and over again, "You are really my good father!" Winter is cold, and dad did everything, but as if the sun, warm my sick body; and like a warm current, melted into my sorrowful heart; dad's love and care, propped up my belief in overcoming the disease, after more than a month of treatment, I recovered from the hospital.
I will never forget my parents' love, care and concern for me. What can I do for them? I often ask myself this. Even if it is to drape their shoulders, wash the dishes, sing them a tune, accompany them shopping, take a walk, I will feel the comfort of my heart. Learn to be grateful, learn to repay, I seem to have grown up at once: I learn by heart, do not let them worry about me; I grabbed the dishwashing and picking dishes, so that they can rest for a while; I often hum a little song, so that the family is full of laughter and laughter ...... I do my best to give my parents to leave the most unforgettable good times, so that they are happy, let them be proud of me! love my parents, universal children love their parents.
Love is a sentiment, but also a sentiment. My parents' love makes me realize the surge of affection, the warmth of the family and the colorfulness of life. Life is full of love everywhere. Teacher's love for students, love between friends, the motherland's love for us ...... this world, we enjoy being loved, we should learn to love. It is love that makes my life more beautiful. Let us work together to create a beautiful space of love!