He wrote 1 in the depths of my memory. For me who love reading, I have come into contact with countless literary images, such as Yue Fei, Zhuge Liang, wise Superman and Beethoven in music ... but the only thing I really admire is Cao Cao in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. The reason is that there is only one image like him since ancient times.
"The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes." Cao Cao is a hero in history. The assassination of Dong Zhuo shows his courage; Alienating Mahan showed his wisdom. The combination of wisdom and courage is impressive.
When talking about childhood heroes, Cao Cao once said: "dragons can be big or small, and they can be raised or hidden; When it's big, it smokes; when it's small, it can't be seen. Ascension flies in the universe and hides in the waves. " What a great spirit, this is a profound portrayal of yourself. Defeated, laughing at Zhou Lang Zhuge; Don't be ashamed to kneel before Guan Yu, and don't give up the overall situation because of the small setbacks. It is a gentleman to be flexible.
However, what I admire Cao Cao more is his literary talent. "When the song, life geometry. For example, the morning dew is bitter when you die, and you are full of feelings for fleeting places. "An old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles" is a portrayal of his lofty ambition of taking the world as his responsibility. Throughout history, Cao Cao's literary talent and martial arts are even less coquettish than those of Tang Zong and Song Zu. Most people don't like Cao Cao, saying that he is too cruel and has done "bad things". No one is perfect, everyone makes mistakes. Great men make mistakes.
In Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Cao Cao used the head of Queen Guan Cang to stabilize the morale of the army. If it was Yuan Shao's kindness, he couldn't bear to do it. I'm afraid it's hard to succeed. What's more, "no poison, no husband", this poison is either poison or poison, not poison, which is a decisive decision and will not be a decisive choice. Cao Cao enriches the people and strengthens the country. It is "a minister who has the ability to manage the world, a traitor in troubled times", and it is difficult to become an atmosphere without any means.
After reading Meng Degong, I can't help but feel deeply: the vastness of space is boundless; The universe is boundless. In the vast universe, the earth is as small as gravel, and people are even smaller in smallness. However, Cao Cao, who is only seven feet tall, stands between heaven and earth, transcending the smallness of material entities and achieving spiritual greatness.
Since ancient times, there has only been one Meng Degong. Alas, in my memory, Meng Degong is immortal!
Memories of falling autumn leaves and a cool breeze always remind me of that and him. ...
He was my best friend when I was born in my hometown. In my hometown, whenever I have free time, the two of us run to the vast fields to catch crickets and frogs. Our cheerful laughter always flutters by the pond in the field, branding our innocent smiles. However, this beautiful memory and pure friendship were ruthlessly destroyed by a sudden thing, which was deeply imprinted in my heart and could not be forgotten. ...
On this day, I went to play with him. He ran out happily, with a bottle of water in his hand, and ran to the field with me. We play, run, jump and run across the fields. Maybe we ran too fast to stop. When I braked suddenly, he failed to stop and hit me. His leg tripped over my foot and fell heavily on a big stone. It was already dark when I carried him back to the village. Everyone is anxiously looking for both of us. As soon as they arrived at the village entrance, everyone swarmed together, carried him on their backs and rushed to the hospital. I was so tired that my eyes were black, Faint at the entrance to the village .................................................................................................................................................. .............: Later, I learned from a large population that when people sent him to the hospital among too many chefs, the doctor concluded that it was a fracture at a glance. Because the medical equipment was poor at that time, no one could set bones, so I had to transfer to a big hospital in the county. With him gone, every corner of the village is empty. Without the laughter of the past, I fell into deep remorse and never saw him again. ......................................................................................................................................
I can't forget it. To this day, whenever I think of it and think of him, I will deeply blame myself. How I want to go back to the past, back to those days, and laugh with him in the fields. ...
He wrote in the depths of my memory that the journey of life is fleeting, but life is more noble because of setbacks, struggles and successes.
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Pavlov is very busy, … this is not from the indifference of others, not from the cynicism of others, but from the mouth of the famous Pavlov.
Once, the Nobel Prize, the highest prize in the world, was awarded to Pavlov as the "Best Contribution Award". It all happened so suddenly. When did he want to compete for this prize?
He just came to see the winning prize, and he interspersed among the onlookers. I know the winner is himself. He froze for a while, then turned and ran away. People enthusiastically surrounded him, and he was respectfully invited to the podium.
He stood on the most magnificent stage in the world in deep thought.
Finally, he raised the trophy in his hand, a grand and heavy trophy, and sent a "roar" to the world in a tough and powerful tone: "Today, I am not humble enough to wear this brilliant title. I am just an insignificant person, and I have not brought wealth to people. Today, however, I accept this award on behalf of all the poor and unfortunate people of mankind. I accept this award for their misfortune, pain and courage ... "
In the golden hall of Oster, the celebration of the Nobel Prize began again.
The celebration provided people with famous dishes from all over the world. When Pavlov learned that the celebration was decorated with more than 500 seats, he learned that the celebration would cost about 300,000 dollars. At the end of his speech, he knelt down on his tough and noble knees. He prayed to convert the food expenses of this celebration into money and donate his heart's love to poor areas in the world in their name. ...
Today, when he was dying, he didn't rush to write a suicide note and divide the property in the market, but told his assistant the subtle changes of his body meticulously and attentively. He doesn't seem to know that he is going to die, and what kind of heaven and earth will wait for him.
He didn't enjoy the glory of the past like others, nor did he lament that his life had just begun, but it ended in a hurry. Even his neighbors are anxiously caring outside the door. He still works tirelessly and even opens the door to say thank you to his neighbors. ...
"Pavlov is very busy", which I will always remember.
He wrote it in the depths of my memory. I was awakened by that back again. I can see this familiar figure many times. It pains me to see him, and tears are rolling in my eyes, but I never see his face.
He is a big man, tall, with sparse hair, and he has lost almost all his hair. It seems that he should be over 40 years old. This figure is so kind and familiar ... I tried to touch it with my hand several times, but it burst like a soap bubble in an instant.
The first thing I wake up is thinking of my father, and I have a sour feeling in my nose. All kinds of pictures come to my mind:
"Turn it up!" "Turn it down!" I came to a noisy casino looking for my father. I searched table after table, but I couldn't find my father. At the last table, I saw my father sitting in the banker's position. I stood by and watched my father lose money. I have an impulse to pull my father home. I took my father's arm and kept shouting, "Dad, come home!" " What do children know? Go home and stay! "I was also laughing at myself: I was only a second-grade child, and I couldn't be more stubborn than him!
Gradually, I grew up day by day and became more and more sensible. I haven't seen my father for a long time, and I feel a little homesick, but I was dismissed by "hate". It was he who broke up the family. I hate him and everything about him. ...
I clearly remember that no matter what I did when I was growing up, he would never support me, and all he gave me was a blow. It seems that in his eyes, everything I do is wrong and will not succeed. Just because a faucet couldn't be turned on, he left a sentence: "What's the use of not doing such a small thing!" This sentence seems to be his pet phrase, which breaks my heart again and again, and I hate him more and more … until I don't want to call him "dad".
In this way, I buried him in the deepest part of my memory and never touched him again. ...