You can choose to write quietly, calmly and quietly, taking Liu Yuxi as an example:
Liu Yuxi was demoted as a justice of Anhui and Zhou Xian because he took part in the political reform movement at that time, which offended the dignitaries of the dynasty. According to the regulations, Tongguan will live in three three-bedroom rooms in the county government. Being able to watch dishes with people from counties and counties shows that Liu Yuxi is a soft persimmon demoted from above, so he deliberately makes things difficult. First, he was arranged to live by the river in the south of the city. Liu Yuxi didn't complain, but was very happy. He also casually wrote two sentences and posted them on the door: "Face the river, look at the white sails, and fight for the ruling and opposition." The magistrate was very angry when he learned that Liu Yuxi's residence was moved from the south gate of the county seat to the north gate of the county seat, and the area was reduced from three to one and a half. The new house is by the Desheng River, with weeping willows nearby, and the environment is OK. Liu Yuxi still didn't care. Looking at the scenery, he wrote two sentences on the door: "The weeping willows are beside the Qinghe River, the people are in the sun, and the heart is in Beijing."
The magistrate of a county saw that he was still carefree and indifferent, and sent someone to transfer him to the county center, giving him only a hut with only one bed, one table and one chair. In half a year, the magistrate forced Liu Yuxi to move three times, and each time the area was relatively small. In the end, it's just a closet. Thinking about this snobbish dog officer really insulted others, so he angrily wrote this extraordinary "Humble Room Inscription" and asked someone to carve a stone tablet and stand in front of the door.
Write around the kind of "no matter what others say, I feel at ease, although the moss is humble, but my heart is green"
Come on, it will be a good composition.
2. Write an 800-word argumentative essay on the topic that a rolling stone gathers no moss. There is an old Japanese proverb called "A rolling stone gathers no moss". When I first saw this proverb, I was confused about its meaning. The meaning of this sentence is that you can't get real gains unless you settle down in one place and keep spinning around. Just like the slogan of Texas Instruments, a famous American semiconductor company, "Writing more than two goals means no goals." I deeply agree with this statement.
It is difficult for a person to succeed without a focused goal. Nothing can replace a focused goal. "The giant of language, the dwarf of action". If you set a goal today and set a goal tomorrow, you are doomed to have no direction to work hard, and you will only complain all day and make no progress. All energy comes down to thinking about goals. If you want to succeed, you must concentrate thousands of energy on one point and devote yourself to the research and exploration of a certain job, just like a book says, "You must have one thing to deal with." If you devote yourself to the research of a certain skill and have a good skill, then you will certainly get something. A carpenter, if he learns this today and that tomorrow, thinking that he can master the true meaning of carpentry only by learning fur, then he is destined to be a master like Lu Ban. How the master is forged is "practiced". Practice requires concentration, and practice requires resilience.
If you want to make achievements in your work, you must have the courage to act, the enthusiasm for work and the enthusiasm for life. Work should be regarded as a kind of enjoyment, not just a need for survival. If you only regard work as a need, you will lose more and more confidence and interest in work. Take work as a kind of enjoyment and get happiness in work. Is this work attitude a lot easier? If you regard work as enjoyment, you won't have the idea that work is for others and work is for others' interests. Work is not only the need of survival, but also the need of life and enjoyment. Does a person who has accomplished nothing feel empty when he has nothing to do all day? With work, life is enriched and life is healthier and happier. Why not? But who do we really work for? If a rich man has more money than he can use, does he still have to work? Like Mr. Bill Gates, the richest man in the world, he has enough money to give every ten dollars to the people of the earth. If he spends it alone with his family, it will never be spent. But why does he have to work? Work is a need, and it is the need for people to realize their ideals. Work is not for others, but for yourself. While creating wealth for the society, it also realizes its own value. People need social recognition. As a small clerk, although not as ambitious as the big boss, I work, I am happy, I work, so I am here.
If you don't work hard today, try to find a job tomorrow. So don't fool around all day; Don't think about how to jump ship all day, no matter which company you jump to, you still have to work hard.
3. Yuan Mei Moss thought of writing 800 words. Yuan Mei's Moss is an inspirational poem. Although moss is out of sunlight, it is so small, quietly open, unobtrusive and unappreciated. However, I am still so persistent and open, and I have no shame. It has the courage to realize its value in adversity, full of self-confidence, and seriously blooms its most beautiful moment to the world without reservation. The original poem ***20 words are everywhere in the daytime, and youth has just arrived. Although moss is as small as rice, it also blooms like peony. Yes, moss's "ambition" comes from youth, from light, and more from its introspection: "moss flowers are as small as rice, but also learn peony." From its yearning.
A person with yearning, he is self-motivated, curious and motivated to struggle. Great perseverance is only produced for great goals. Ambition represents a person's life motivation and embodies a person's soul. Ying Zheng, the first Qin Emperor, set his ambition of "unifying the six countries" when he was not in power, and finally got his wish.
Marshal Peng, a great Hunan native, fought bravely in the long river of China revolution. What prompted him to do so? It is his ambition to "turn over and be the master and strive for liberation for the poor". Marshal Peng tapped his potential from "ambition" and produced a strong revolution, thus dedicating himself to the cause of the party.
People who don't have lofty aspirations often muddle along, never grasp the chance of success and never make a difference.
Ambition, for those who work hard, is motivation; For people who are confused, it refers to road signs; For those who fail, this is a spur. It reminds people all the time that victory is ahead when oil is added.
4. Take the ancient poem "Moss" as an example to write a composition, even if I am very young (necessary). What should I do? 4: ego.
I am an ant busy for the future, and I am an insignificant little star on the horizon. I am a little me.
I am full of curiosity and love for everything in the world. When I was a child, I watched hens hatch eggs and squatted for hours. But now I'm still childlike, still the little me. I was amazed at two unique flowers on the roadside; A little dragonfly mistakenly thought that long bangs on my forehead was a Casuarina leaf, and I was amazed; I was surprised to find that the clouds on the horizon showed a bright sky. There are too many new things and too many surprises around me, which deeply attract me.
I am warm and cheerful, bold and naughty. The hot summer is the world where I soar. With the cicada singing, I can't wait to put on my shorts, like a small animal that has been hibernating for too long, and rushed downstairs excitedly. I just want to eat bamboo cores and mulberries in the big bamboo forest, pick wicker to weave flower baskets, and go to … but I got off to a bad start, and my mother who came back from buying food hit me.
Standing in front of the mirror, looking at my short head, my brown skin under my shorts, my hair always messy and fluffy, I can't help wondering: "Why am I always so small?" Really not grown up? "But I am a little boy." A glass of water can make waves. "Although it is not yet mature, I also have my own little world. I also have some secrets of my own, and I will worry about some trivial things.
This is me, a little me. I don't want to change her, I don't want her to be "another person", and I won't be another person. I'm still a little me!
5. clear. Yuan Mei's poem "Moss" needs to write a composition, and the topic should be how to write "Moss and Clear Yuan Mei".
Day is not everywhere,
Youth has just come.
Moss is as small as rice,
And learn to open peony.
Poetry is written.
Moss is not afraid of congenital deficiency (bad environment), and optimistic and confident spring, like peony flower, blooms rice-sized flowers.
worship
1, positive attitude towards life
2. Confidence and optimism
conceive
1, choose a positive (optimistic, confident) attitude towards life to make life different (the same).
2. Let the flower of optimism and self-confidence bloom in every corner of life.
Make an appreciative comment
Moss is a low-level plant, mostly parasitic in dark and humid places, but it also has its own life instinct and intention, and will not lose the courage to grow hair because of the harsh environment. The poet can see this and sing it, which is very eye-catching!
"Sunlight is everywhere" is such a place that is not suitable for the growth of life, but the moss grows green and shows youth. Where does this youth come from? "Just arrived", well, it didn't come from anywhere, but was created by the vigorous moss itself! It is with strong vitality that it breaks through the obstacles of the environment and glows with youthful brilliance.
Moss will also bloom. Of course, it's sad. Flowers are as small as rice grains, but aren't they just small flowers? As long as we can develop, seed and multiply, it is a victory in life. Therefore, "learning from peony" is both modesty and pride! Yes, the moss flower is so small and humble that it can't be compared with the beautiful peony, but the peony is appreciated and carefully cultivated, and the moss flower strives for the same opening right as the flower by its own life-this world does not exist only for a few geniuses and heroes!
6. Writing a composition with bamboo as the topic should have a theme, an object description and a 750-word high school model essay.
Lu You, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, wrote a quatrain of "no intention to compete for spring, and ten thousand people are jealous", pushing plum blossom above ten thousand people. However, Mabel actually has "flowers".
What about bamboo? She not only has the strong character of plum blossom smiling at the wind, frost, rain and snow, but also leaves a perfect image of quietness, elegance, modesty, enterprising, integrity and dedication. I love bamboo, appreciate bamboo, worship bamboo and praise bamboo, not only because its various customs give people artistic beauty, but also because its natural nature and unique character give me philosophical enlightenment and personality strength! "Asserting that Qingshan does not relax, the roots are broken.
A thousand blows are still strong, and the wind is east, west, north and south. This beautiful sentence, which has been passed down through the ages, can be said to vividly describe the indomitable spiritual quality of bamboo.
Bamboo grows silently in barren hills. Whether in Feng Fengling or in ravines, she can survive with perseverance in adversity. Although she has been observing endless loneliness and desolation for many years, she has been hit and tortured by wind, frost, rain and snow all the year round, but she has always been "green hills are there, not afraid of burning firewood" and devoted herself to her work without regrets.
For thousands of years, bamboo's clear, solemn and upright characters are exemplary and admirable. Bamboo is vigorous, fresh and full of vitality.
When the spring breeze hasn't melted the residual cold in winter, new bamboo shoots sprout quietly on the ground. After a spring rain, bamboo shoots broke through the ground and pointed to the sky. The so-called "Grain Rain with a clear foot" is a portrayal of her youthful vigor. When the spring breeze blows away layers of bamboo shoots, she looks like a lively little girl, standing in the bright spring.
In midsummer, she stretched out her long arms, shook off a piece of rich green yarn and danced in the breeze with graceful posture. When it is cold in summer, she is still lush and smiling at the wind, frost, rain and snow.
No wonder Bai Juyi left such a beautiful sentence in Bamboo on the Window: "Hundred flowers and paraquat stay in the snow." Bamboo has a spring that will never disappear.
Pine trees remind people of lofty ideals; Bananas remind people of beauty; The tall locust tree reminds people of the general; Xiuzhu reminds people of hermits. Bamboo is light and delicate, with evergreen seasons. Despite all kinds of tenderness, but never grandstanding, not domineering. Modesty and simplicity are her character.
Bamboo does not bloom, light and elegant, spotless. Her nature of not seeking fame was swept away by the world. Zheng Xie, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, praised: "One section after another, thousands of schools keep Chiba; I don't blossom, so I don't want to tease bees and butterflies. "
Bamboo has no distractions and is willing to be lonely. She doesn't want Wenda to live in the jungle or the mountains. Thousands of years have passed, but it has finally become this vast climate. Surrounded by a sea of bamboo, I saw the green and tall old bamboo, like a warrior wrapped in armor, and the curved new bamboo, like a young girl; Looking up, the square of bamboo forest is like a team, with rows of horses crossing the corps. However, when you walk along the paths on both sides of Zhu Mao, bamboo leaves gently brush your face, which is so gentle, quiet and elegant.
Flexibility is another character of bamboo. "Don't be afraid that the snow will lower your head. As soon as the red sun comes back, you will rush to Han Xiao; Mo Tao has a short soil, green tips and dew, and it pierces the sky. "
This couplet shows bamboo's broad mind and open-minded and cheerful personality. Even in hard rocks, bamboo can survive tenaciously; She wants nothing but dedication.
Bamboo's life is a life of dedication. The delicacies cooked by bamboo shoots are eaten by human beings; Cloth shoes sewn with bamboo shoots bear the humiliation and burden silently.
Bamboo summer sleeping mat, bamboo furniture, bamboo plywood, bamboo chopsticks, bamboo hall and bamboo handicrafts are all available. In Chengning Bamboo Township, Su Dongpo said that "it is better to live without bamboo than to eat without meat", which revealed the inseparable relationship between bamboo people and bamboo.
People in Zhuxiang play bamboo umbrellas, wear bamboo hats, live in bamboo houses, sit in bamboo chairs, sleep in bamboo beds and eat bamboo shoots ... Bamboo also uses her remaining school legs to make brooms to remove dirt for human beings, that is, bamboo foam, bamboo heads, etc., and also burns at the bottom of the stove to give full play to light and heat. There is a couplet that reads: "Although bamboo heads cook at the bottom of the kitchen, utensils should be cooked in the kitchen of small families."
Bamboo has an indissoluble bond with human beings, and bamboo has dedicated itself to human beings. This is really "life is good for people, and death is proud."
Cultivate 1000 bamboo poles, love poets of past dynasties, share one with Dan, and write about the spring scenery in the world. Bamboo is a poem without words, and bamboo is a wonderful song.
Bamboo spirit has written a glorious page in the history of Chinese civilization. I hate bamboo, especially the bamboo on my left.
When I was a child, I had no other hobbies. I prefer to watch the fireworks set off in the town during the Spring Festival. Because of this tall bamboo, my little wish for the New Year was finally blocked under the endless bamboo forest.
I asked my father to cut all the bamboo, but this request has not come true so far. At that time, I had to run to the distant mountain to see it.
The vitality of bamboo is beyond my imagination. On this sandy hill, it is also covered with bamboo. I can only see the distant fireworks through a gap, but it is also blocked by a small forest. I know this is bamboo, too.
Bamboo is everywhere. Walking on the country road, you can see a bamboo forest every few tens of meters.
Its leaves are small and sharp, and its trunk is vacuum, unlike other trees. Almost all of them are the same height, and occasionally a few will hang their heads and not compete with others.
I hated bamboo until that summer. That year was the hottest day since I was born.
* * * The burning sun makes people hard to open their eyes, and the air is as hot as gasoline at a gas station, which will burn at a little. Staying indoors can only relieve the heat a little.
The scorching sun for more than two months almost wiped out all the crops in the field. Old trees that have stood upright for more than ten years have also become dead trees.
I have also suffered a lot in these two months. Others say they envy our family.
I'm from unknown so. Later, I learned that my bamboo helped me to block the sun and avoid the direct sunlight on my roof. Otherwise, it will only be hot! Although the crops died, the old trees withered.
Even the thick soil covered with bamboo has cracked many holes. However, when heavy rain comes, bamboo becomes full of vitality at the fastest speed.
It is always so strong, no matter whether it is cold or hot, it always stands upright and covers people.
7. Please write a 750-word composition on the topic of "Start". In the writings of ancient and modern poets, farewell is often a kind of sadness.
"Reunion after a long separation, reunion after a long separation, the east wind rises and flowers fall", what a sad farewell! "Then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only his hoofprint", what a lost farewell! However, I don't like this reluctant farewell. I prefer the enlightened farewell of "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor". Because farewell is actually another new beginning of life.
When Edison left his caring mother to look for a job everywhere, this farewell to his mother meant the beginning of Edison's invention career; When is Bill? When Gates left his hometown Seattle to set up Microsoft elsewhere, this farewell to his hometown meant a new beginning of his career. When Lu Xun gave up medicine and returned to China to start his writing career, this farewell to his mentor, Mr. Fujino, meant another beginning of his life journey. It can be seen that saying goodbye to old things means the beginning of new things, so saying goodbye is not a sad thing.
Everyone will encounter this kind of thing in his life. People will say goodbye to their classmates and friends. They will say goodbye to their parents and relatives. If we take these farewells as a new beginning, we can go better in our later life.
Countless great men and celebrities in history have provided us with examples: Helen bid farewell to the deaf and became a blind female writer and social activist; The Wright brothers bid farewell to the playful bamboo dragonfly, but invented the plane; Hawking bid farewell to the pain of terminal illness and wrote A Brief History of Time. Therefore, as long as you treat farewell with broad mind and tenacious perseverance, success may be beckoning to you.
Say goodbye to the past, you will usher in a new beginning, and your future will be better.
Among the 8.750 argumentative papers, there is an article entitled "Seeking" for you. Please refer to:
seek
Fish chase the stream, looking for a refreshing enjoyment; The grass stepped through Yuan Ye, looking for a wonderful dance; I stepped on a parallel line, looking for the direction of life.
The breeze brushed my cheek, and the moonlight seemed damp and hazy. The grass was covered with dew, so I stepped on it carefully. Looking up at the sky, the stars reflect my sadness. I want to find a refreshing place, but it seems endlessly boring. ...
By the quiet river, I slowly sat on the grass, leaning against the big tree and picking up the grass. Occasionally, I turned around and saw a small seedling growing under the mossy bluestone in the moonlight. I leaned my head over and looked at the little seedling, and my heart couldn't help shaking-the half stone was small for me, but it was very big for me. I reach out and gently touch the green leaves, which are as green as jade in the moonlight and reflect an endless life in the dark!
Slightly lower the head, I am a little sad. He raised his head slightly again and stretched out his hand to remove the "huge" stone, but after careful consideration, he let go again. Maybe I'm too nosy, and the little seedling has long been used to this innate adversity. After sunrise, with the protection of stones, seedlings can sleep late; During the heavy rain, there are stones covering the seedlings, so they won't be submerged. All these scenes are built in my mind, and seemingly difficult adversity is actually another turning point. Maybe when the seedlings grow up, this huge stone will. Please refer to it and set off the moonlight!
Show a gratified smile. Light has entered their dreams, like endless, looking for a wonderful dance, and young plants can not be submerged. The grass was covered with dew and stones. I walked carefully in the moonlight, and the little seedlings have long been accustomed to this inherent adversity?
With these, seedlings can sleep late; Grass crossed vilen to present an article for you, looking for the way forward in life, so I got up, which was actually another turn for the better; The moonlight seems to be washed away in the heavy rain. I stepped on the grass and saw a small seedling growing under the mossy bluestone in the moonlight, so I set foot on the path.
The breeze blew across my stone-covered cheek. Why should I ask? Perhaps when the tender seedling grew up, I let go of my hand, reflecting my sadness, green as jade, gently stroking the green leaves of the tender seedling. It is so persistent in seeking the way to survive, sweating like rain, the moonlight is wet, the stars are clearer and hazy, looking at the path and lighting up its eternal hope; I stepped on parallel lines and stars.
Recall the persistence of the grass! On the other side are some sparse small houses, but they are big. I'm a little sad. I can think it over. Stay awake, they are busy with their own lives, people who work day and night. I want to find a refreshing bright future and a refreshing enjoyment. I sat on the grass slowly, but it seemed endlessly boring. ...
In the quiet river, looking at that small seedling, it seems that it is difficult to cope with adversity and pick up grass. As for me, I used to be very quiet, with a brightly lit factory on one side. The road of life is different. Occasionally, when I look back, my heart can't help but tremble-a stone half the size is so small to me that a huge stone will be easily pushed away. I reached out and drew them in my mind!
Continue to swim on the path. All these scenes. Perhaps I am too nosy, so I still walk on the path that reflects endless life in the dark and reach out to move the "huge" stone!
Slightly lower your head? The front is unknown, and the room is already peaceful. Raise your head slightly. After sunrise, the ethereal gauze layer also disappeared, and it was dark. Staring at the night sky again, everything seems soft, leaning against the big tree, hazy.
The wind is light and the moon is white? Who should I talk to:
seek
The fish chasing the stream are at a loss now. look into the sky
9. Write a composition on the topic of the sky. Rizi hopes my answer can help you. It was very cold after school this afternoon, and soon it began to rain heavily.
But I only wore a thin coat without an umbrella. I walked home along the muddy sidewalk, braving the wind and rain.
The cold wind blew, and I kept sneezing and shivering with cold. Suddenly I found a classmate holding an umbrella in front of me, so I ran after her in three steps.
I want to shelter from the rain under his umbrella. But it was already late, and two classmates were already under his umbrella.
In desperation, I had to shrink my shoulders and lower my head, struggling to move forward. Walking, I heard someone calling me behind me. When I turned around, it turned out to be our music teacher, Miss Zhang.
Teacher Zhang lives near Little Wild Goose Pagoda and comes home from school every day. She saw that I was thin and didn't have an umbrella, so she quickly handed me the umbrella and took off my coat and put it on for me.
I looked at the teacher wearing thin clothes in the wind and rain and said excitedly, "Teacher Zhang, this can't be done. You will freeze. "
Teacher Zhang touched my head and smiled and said, "Good boy, I know I love my teacher dearly. However, the teacher will work overtime today and won't go back.
Hurry home with an umbrella, or your mother will be worried if she freezes. "I looked at the teacher with a grain of salt and was inexplicably excited.
Seeing that I was still hesitating, the teacher kept urging me: "Hurry home!" Otherwise, it will rain again later. "I believed the teacher and said," Thank you, teacher. I will definitely return your clothes and umbrella to you tomorrow. "
I put on my teacher's clothes under an umbrella and suddenly felt much warmer. When I walked home, I thought, what a good teacher! Just like mom.
Tomorrow, when I return my umbrella and clothes to my teacher, I must send her a bunch of flowers to express my gratitude. The teacher will be very happy to see these flowers ... The next day, I came to the teacher's office with flowers, and Teacher Zhang was not there.
Teacher Ma, who works in the office, told me, "Teacher Zhang is ill." I said, "Didn't Teacher Zhang work overtime last night and didn't come home?" Teacher Ma said, "Teacher Zhang just called and said that he got caught in the rain and had a high fever when he came home yesterday. He is taking a drip! " After listening to Teacher Ma's words, my eyes filled with tears.
Teacher Zhang, you got caught in the rain for me! You take off your clothes and let me put them on, so I won't be cold; He lent me his umbrella so that I wouldn't get caught in the rain. Today, it should not be you who are sick, but me! After school in the afternoon, several classmates and I went to see Mr. Zhang.
We pooled our pocket money and bought a big cake for our teacher. We each have a flower in our hand.
We came to the teacher's house. Teacher Zhang just finished intravenous drip and fell asleep sweetly. We seem to see that she is having a sweet dream.
Without disturbing her, we gently put the cake on the cupboard in front of her bed and put the blooming flowers in her delicate vase.