Before junior high school, Chinese was boring to me, and the most annoying things were reading, reciting and writing. However, when I entered youth and my most precious junior quietly left last semester, I was looking for something that touched my heart. My first thought is Chinese. The truth, goodness and beauty of China people are unstoppable.
At the beginning of the term, the teacher asked us to study The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. The author's humorous language made me feel immersive. When I read this book, others can always see my face suddenly turn pale or red, always hear bouts of soliloquy, and always feel my nervous heartbeat and breathing again and again. Those naughty friends, that terrible murder, that interesting pirate experience, that magical cave exploration … every plot is deeply imprinted in my mind. The author can write the novel "vividly", and the truth of the language is reflected from it.
In the middle of the term, the teacher asked us to comment on birds. Tagore spent a long time compiling his philosophy of the world and his interest in life into Birds Collection, which was left to our descendants. Open this classic book, "The vast desert is for the love of a blade of grass, and she smiled and shook her head and walked away", "We want to lend the rainbow to a life that is just a mist" ... All the necessities for people to do things are revealed in a sentence with rich connotations. "Don't put your love on the cliff just because the cliff is high" and "I believe in your love", let this sentence become my last words "... The indispensable" love "in life is also shown in Birds, which may be difficult for us to understand, and this is also the intriguing charm of Birds. By tasting birds as carefully as tea, I realized the goodness of China people.
And where is the beauty of Chinese? Every month, there are literary exhibitions in groups in our class, just like the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting. Exquisite slides, wonderful recitation, exquisite understanding, careful preparation, various interactions and poems handed down from generation to generation make me unforgettable. "When is the bright moon? Asking for wine from heaven, I wonder what year it is tonight. ..... "The classmate with sad eyes revealed his yearning for his loved ones, and homesickness rose to his heart involuntarily. I have been reciting this song "Mink Head" since the fourth grade, but I am always unfamiliar with it because I don't know what it means. Knowing the thoughts and feelings it expressed, it was deeply engraved in my heart. "Lonely west wing, such as hook. Solitary phoenix tree deep courtyard, lock clear autumn ... "This is Li Yu's" Ying Huan ",now just recite it casually. Whenever a person is lonely, the bleak scene of the silent west building under the crescent moon emerges in front of him.
The only fly in the ointment of composition 2 on the topic of truth, goodness and beauty is that the rehearsal of the activity is perfect from the whole film.
In our life, it is inevitable that there will be small accidents. In the face of difficulties, because someone helped, everything became beautiful. How much truth, goodness and beauty are displayed around us, we should thank every pair of hands that have supported us; Thank everyone who has comforted and encouraged us; Thank the blessings of nature; Thanks to the education of parents ... we have a pair of eyes to discover truth, goodness and beauty and feel the existence of truth, goodness and beauty.
There is such a story. On a stormy night, an old woman walked into a hotel and prepared to rest in her room. At the counter, the waiter told them that the room was full, and the old couple looked helpless. The waiter let them live in their own rooms. Before leaving, the old man said to him,' Employees like you are every boss's dream. Maybe one day, I will build you a hotel, and the waiter smiled and agreed. I soon forgot this seemingly joking remark.
A few years later, he received a letter from an old man inviting him to Manhattan.
The waiter came to Manhattan. In front of a luxurious building, the old man said to him, this is the hotel I built specially for you. I told you, remember? This hotel is the predecessor of the famous Estella Hotel in America. The young waiter is George Burt, the first prime minister of the hotel.
Many times, we are used to accepting the care and help of others, and often ignore their feelings. Many times, how much truth, goodness and beauty are around us, right in front of our eyes, but we have no idea. In fact, truth, goodness and beauty are all around us.
I remember going back to school by bus once. Luckily, there was an empty seat when I got on the bus. The car didn't drive long before an old woman came along. The old woman was leaning on crutches, with white hair and stumbling. I looked at her like this and began to wonder: will I give my seat to my grandmother? How tired it is to stand so far from school! But she needs this throne more than grandma. Finally, I decided to give my seat to my grandmother. I stand up, grandma, come and sit here! Unexpectedly, a girl sitting in the front row of the car got up and offered her seat to her grandmother, and politely helped her to her seat.
I can't forget such a scene. I think I will stand up and give up my seat without hesitation when I encounter similar things in the future, instead of hesitating.
Truth, goodness and beauty are not necessarily outward beauty, but more importantly, inner beauty; Truth, goodness and beauty really exist in every day of life; Truth, goodness and beauty are loved and imitated in our lives; Truth, goodness and beauty converge into infinite power, even propping up a bright starry sky in the night sky.