Imagine yourself carrying a pole. Both ends of the pole are filled with water respectively.
What happens when there is more water at one end and less water at the other?
Life is the same, you should consider balance when doing things. Imbalance is inevitably timid.
Life will be biased when it is balanced. Once unbalanced, it will go to extremes.
You have to think of yourself. I can't write for you
This is an opportunity for you to learn about life.
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Now let's split up.
From the pole to the topic, discuss life in simple terms. Inexplicably combine poles with life.
Einstein was a terrible student when he was a child, but when he grew up, he could work out the theory of relativity and Chris Lee, but he could sing in my eyes. It's just that you don't have a classic song like him as an argument to support my historical materialism. And quoted Paul Kochajing's classic famous saying, connecting the preceding with the following.
Later, I changed my pen and gave counterexamples, such as the wrong view that many parents must get good grades to live a good life. Then denounce these incorrect world outlook methodology, and ask such teachers and parents to seriously study Marxism and arm their brains with Scientific Outlook on Development. The dragon gave birth to nine children, and people were divided into male and female (later changed to male and female), so the world was beautiful.
The pole is life, anyway, life has a fulcrum.
Ask where to find the fulcrum and look back at yourself.
My father is a simple man, but he is of medium build, but he has good bones and muscles. I admire his physical strength. He started herding cattle at the age of 9, and got a 10% discount in the production team from the age of 10, which provoked the burden of life very early. But he has no education, and all he does is manual labor. It is not easy to make money, and he cherishes it even more. He always does something alone, so he is tired, hunched over and ill.
The year when I was admitted to normal school. When school started, my parents sent me to study and came to a strange place. I'm at a loss. Later, my parents recorded it for me, went through the formalities and got the corresponding information, such as bedding. We can finally go to the dormitory. But because we brought a lot of materials when we came, there were more. My father just wouldn't let us help, and put everything on him. So he picked a lot of things and found the way to my dormitory.
It's raining in Mao Mao, which is out of harmony with the title of this golden autumn. The gray sky offset my excitement. I was admitted to the normal school with excellent results, because I wanted to jump out of the "quagmire" of "farmers" first, and I was somewhat conceited. At that time, I was confident that I could get to my dormitory by going out of a stairway. This is a teaching building built on a high place. To reach that staircase, you must climb dozens of steps. I was in front and my father was behind, carrying the burden of touching the steps and climbing up step by step. Because there is a newly bought suitcase at one end of the pole, although it is covered with a layer of plastic, my father is still very careful. I saw my father carrying the burden sideways and people coming sideways, one hand on the shoulder pole and the other hand holding one end of the suitcase, walking very carefully. On a platform, my father can finally catch his breath, stand still and have a rest. I see classrooms on both sides of the stairs, terraced classrooms on the right and ordinary classrooms on the left. But look at that low corridor. At the end of the corridor, there is a small door on the right, and only one person is allowed to enter and leave. Out of the door, there is a horizontal path behind the teaching building. There is a hill in the north and a teaching building in the south.
I walked ahead and waited outside through the small door to see my father coming. My father's face is tense. He is afraid of breaking something. His legs were slightly bent, his back was bent, and his waist collapsed. He supported both ends of the pole with his hands and slowly sent the suitcase to the door. He dialed the box, sent it out along the door, lowered his head to avoid hitting the door frame, and the box came out by rubbing against the threshold. Father looked back again and tried his best to move the heavy objects out. I saw my father look much shorter in the drizzle.
It's much easier to walk on the road outside. My father can breathe the smell of soil and vegetation on the wet mountain behind him, but I feel uncomfortable with the humidity.
After that, we went down another step and walked around the hill for a while. It suddenly occurred to me that this place is where we just started to come in, and the whole journey we tossed up and down for a long time in vain. I paused and told my father that we had gone the wrong way. Father just said, "Let's go to your dormitory." So, we went to the dormitory along the foot of the mountain. I saw my father's shoulder pole shaking on his shoulder in the gray sky and the shadow of trees on the nearby hills.
Now, my father's shoulder pole often appears in my mind. I asked myself: can I bear this pole?
Source of this composition: diary daquan,
3. Moonlight flies to write a composition. When the first snow came this year, I was already in middle age. I play in the snow with childlike interest. When the second snow of this year is flying all over the sky, I appreciate the crystal of snow without confusion.
When the first snow was flying all over the sky, the quiet snowflakes, like butterflies in March, flew freely, and the quiet ones, like pears in April, floated in the sky and melted into the earth. She is like a catkin pear flower, which cleanses the dust between heaven and earth and purifies the hearts of all beings in the world. When the crystal snow fell, I reached out my hands and caught her gently. The cold snowflake melts slowly in my hands, which brings me happiness and joy and arouses my infinite reverie. I took a deep breath of fresh air, and my mood became fresher and richer. In this world where snowflakes are flying all over the sky, stay away from the noise and world dust, feel the tranquility of nature at zero distance, and be intoxicated with crystal clear snowflakes. At this moment, I really feel that life is comfortable and safe.
The arrival of the second snow covered Wan Chuan and clothed Qian Shan with white silver. In this dull world, there are vast mountains and forests, no noise of cities and no secular disputes. I walked on the goose feather snow, stepped on the thick snow, listened to the creaking sound under my feet, breathed the cool air after being bathed by snow, and felt the coldness of snowflakes falling on my face. In this pure world, a long-lost happy mood strikes from the bottom of my heart, diluting the haze that has been pressing on my heart for many days, with bold eyes, bold feelings and bold heart. Looking back suddenly, I saw the winding and shallow footprints behind me, as if I saw the road they had traveled for many years-different shades, winding, and not out of a straight track.
In fact, people's life is not walking in the snow?
4. Grandma's shoulder pole writes a narrative. Grandma's shoulder pole
My home is quite trendy, with a wide-screen TV and an LCD computer. Recently, my father bought a car. However, there is one thing that I never want to throw away, although it is very old. What the hell is this? It turned out to be a pole. Grandma used a bare pole for decades.
Grandma's mulberry pole is red and polished. Now, it has already retired and stands in my study.
Thirty years ago, my home was in the countryside. My grandfather is in poor health and can't do heavy work. My father and his brother and sister were still young and in primary school. The contractor at home is mainly managed by grandma. Because of grandma's hard work, our family has a surplus in rations every year, but there is not much pocket money at home, and all expenses must be collected at one time.
So, after discussion, my grandparents decided to turn a dry land with long corn into a vegetable field. In this vegetable field of less than an acre, amaranth and small vegetables were planted in spring, cucumbers and cowpeas were planted in summer, and radishes and Chinese cabbage were harvested in autumn ... In those years, there were always two pigs in the old pigsty, and there would be a pit of pig manure in a few days. Grandma will pick a few loads of dung in the vegetable field almost every afternoon. Many mornings, before dawn, my grandparents came to the vegetable field and picked two baskets of fresh vegetables. Then grandma picked them with her mulberry pole and went to the town a few miles away to catch the morning market. In this way, my family's vegetable garden is operated year after year, and grandma's shoulder pole is picked year after year.
My father, brother and sister grew up in the figure picked by my grandmother, and later they got married. More importantly, they all have the characteristics of my grandmother-hard work and simplicity. Today, my father runs a shoe factory and my mother helps him manage his money. My uncle lives in Changzhou. He is the workshop director of the diesel engine factory. Sister-in-law is a doctor in Maternal and Child Health Hospital.
Nearly 70% of grandma has stopped farming, but she still grows a lot of vegetables in front of and behind the old house, so there is always green food on our table.
Grandma's shoulder pole has chosen a road of self-reliance and hard struggle for my family. I also want to inherit the glorious tradition of my family from this unusual pole and move towards my own life path.
5. Composition describing moonlight The black night curtain gradually hangs down, and various stars, big or small, bright or dark, are painted on the curtain.
There are still some clouds that are not clear and are on cloud nine. These seem to be guards, waiting for the moon princess to come again. Here comes the moon. It first walked into the hall in a pale orange evening dress and said hello to everyone.
We were walking in the street, and the moon jumped naughtily over the treetops, hid under the eaves, and suddenly swept the roof and jumped over the low wall. It danced a beautiful and rhythmic waltz quickly and flashed in front of my eyes at a brisk pace.
It seems to show off its superb skills to win applause from countless audiences. The night is getting deeper. When the moon reappeared under the eaves, it had already put on a bright white dress and was radiant in an instant.
The moon is ripe. It no longer plays, but keeps walking quietly in front of us. The tired moon is resting in the clouds, leaving only a few stars as if on sentry duty.
The moon hangs obliquely in the sky, smiling, and the stars are crowded with the milky way, flashing. A full moon rises, like a bright lamp, hanging high in the sky.
The moon opened its eyes wide and looked kindly at the villages and fields, much like a polished copper plate. The full moon is rising, and a gentle smile appears on her silvered face.
The bright full moon was lifted by the distant blue mountain and rose to the sky. The moon, round, is like a spinning wheel, spinning her romantic reverie.
At night, it's very quiet. The full moon like a jade plate passes through the clouds, and the faint moonlight shines on the earth. An apricot full moon climbed out of the mountain mouth and threw its reflection into the lake.
The full moon, like a yellow lantern, is stirred in the sky from the eastern horizon. At night, the full moon rises, and a piece of peace shines on the earth with the silver moonlight.
The moon rises gradually, and she is dressed in white gauze, quiet and serene, gentle and generous. Her silver face left a gentle smile through the willow branches.
The moon, like a newly married daughter-in-law, just came up from the eastern horizon and shyly got into the leaves to hide. The moon is like a weather-beaten old man, slowly combing the glistening moonlight.
The moon is like a shy girl, hiding in the clouds for a while, and unveiling her charming face for a while, so that the whole world is immersed in the dreamy silver gray by moonlight. The moon is so bright that it turns the earth into snow blue, and trees, houses and streets are like a layer of mercury.
At the western end of the forest outside the door, the hanging first quarter moon has turned into a golden watermelon, not a curved eyebrow. In the morning, the waning moon is like a tarnished pebble, which is thrown in the horizon.
A crescent moon, like a white pear, quietly opens in the light blue sky. The night sky is starry, and the moon is like a fishing boat, as if sailing in a wide silver river.
The moon is like a bow, bending in the sky. A crescent moon rises from the distant forest. It is as white as newly refined silver.
A crescent moon, like a silver sickle, protrudes from the dark mountain peak. A crescent moon rises, like a jade carving banana embedded in the sky, with bright blue light.
A crescent moon, like a boat, with its pointed bow facing upward, crossed the quiet lake at night, giving me a feeling. A crescent moon is high in the deep blue sky, and the clear water shines on the earth.
The crescent moon is like a golden boat moored among the branches. Half the moon hangs obliquely on the top of the locust tree, like an orange petal.
The moon is as small as a hairpin and intoxicating. A hazy moon is emerging from the cicada-like transparent clouds in the forest, shining with silver brilliance.
A curved silver hook in the night sky emits infinite light. The crescent moon is curved like a girl's mouth, with a sweet smile.
Under the crescent moon and above the willow tip, there are a pair of stars like the eyes of a smiling fairy, teasing the curved crescent moon and swaying willow branches. The crescent moon is like a silver boat.
The crescent moon outside the window is like chrysanthemum petals in the blue night sky. The curved crescent moon shuttles through the thin clouds, lively and lovely like barracuda.
The crescent moon is like a girl's eyebrows, winding in the pure air. The moon rises, red and dizzy, as if someone had stirred up a red lantern from the eastern horizon.
The moon has risen, like a newly dehydrated jade wheel ice tray, without any dust. Moon girl got up, as if talking quietly with the little stars around her.
A full moon is rising in Ran Ran, and the silvery moonlight reflects some feathery clouds, which is very beautiful. The rising moon hangs on the top of the mountain. Although pale as a cloud, it is getting brighter all the time.
The moon went out to sea. At the moment of flying, it seems to jump suddenly and be splashed all over by waves, so that the affectionate sea can wash it and make it bright and clean.
A soft moonlight shone through the window and on the windowsill, as if it were plated with a layer of silver. The moonlight hangs down from the window like a silver soft yarn.
The moonlight passed through the shade, leaving behind glittering jade. The full moon on the fifteenth day is like a snowball, embedded in the dark blue night sky, which is particularly bright.
Leng Yue hung its branches high, and the cold wind blew the bare branches. The moon in early winter, clear and cold, pours out Yin Hui like ice from the west.
The moon finally rose to the clear sky, dazzling white.
6. Another night, my partner wrote a composition in the moonlight. I walked on the bluestone road covered with silver moonlight, enjoying the beautiful scenery in the moonlight: people walked in the moonlight, and grandma took her little granddaughter to enjoy the cool in the moonlight.
I grew up in the moonlight. I remember that in summer, whenever night fell, my grandmother would take me to the small yard to enjoy the cool. Grandma stroked me with calloused hands, fanned me and told me ancient folklore. I fell asleep peacefully in the sound of the story, feeling so relaxed and happy.
When I was young, I liked catching bugs. In the dim moonlight, all kinds of insects can be heard everywhere, and the most beautiful one must be crickets. Flashlight, I quietly approached the haystack, turned over big stones, and found cricket in a black coat skipping there. I put my hand over it, then carefully lifted it and caught one. Then, in the moonlight, we happily played cricket with our neighbors.
Every Mid-Autumn Festival, my family and I taste moon cakes in the moonlight and sing the song "Full Moon on August 15th". The atmosphere was warm and pleasant.
7. It is required to write a short essay on the topic of "Pole", which should be no less than 800 words. Feeling tired in spring, I like overlooking, and I am delighted to find that the distant mountains seem to have found green memories again.
A few clusters of pale pink halfway up the mountain are faintly shy. If you feel happy and study, you will look up before you know it. The sky seems to be much higher, the clear prison seems to have been washed, and the clouds are lying lazily and comfortably.
This is the eighteenth spring in my life. People always say that spring is beautiful, fleeting and sad.
Summer is fierce and brave, and winter is calm and quiet. And autumn seems to have the same fate as spring, with the company of falling into the wild goose and being crowned with the feeling of falling into the wild goose.
But isn't there a poem that says "autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times, and I say autumn is not as good as spring"? Since the sages sent us a message full of joy, I dare to change the meaning of spring. The beauty of spring lies not only in the grass growing and the warblers flying, but also in the vitality of paper kites all over the sky; Not only is her beauty and loveliness pitiful; More importantly, her simplicity encourages people to cherish time and enjoy life.
Especially for our group of older children who are about to complete their growth and move towards a broad world of science, this spring is particularly precious and unforgettable. You don't have to be swayed by everything around you. The decision is in your hands.
So now I will be calm and happy in the face of the heavy learning task of senior three. That is my life, my future. It's really great to put these burdens on my shoulders and feel a little stronger and more confident.
My attitude towards spring will be determined by my feelings. Treating life, the fulcrum will always be on my shoulder.
In such a beautiful season, I also want to give myself a holiday to let my tired body and mind take a deep breath of thrush. Let's fly kites, but at that time, sometimes there was no strong wind and the wind direction was chaotic, and kites swayed in the sky.
I began to learn from the grandfather around me, and controlled the kite by adjusting the thread in my hand, so that it could climb higher with the help of the wind. It turns out to be so simple, because I can control the kite line very tightly.
A little boy is learning to ride a bike, armed to the teeth. He looked unhappy and well protected, but he also seemed to fall badly, because he didn't notice the head in the rider's hand when he got on the bus, and the direction was always on the side, so it was difficult not to fall. I walked up to him a little depressed and raised the kite string in my hand: "Brother, you should hold the faucet tightly and adjust the direction correctly, and you will soon learn."
Just like my sister holding a kite string in her hand, isn't the kite obedient to her? "The child looked up at me, eyes flashing with joy, just like me just now. In the face of my life, some students feel powerless. After all their success, they looked back and found that they had not worked hard enough.
The fulcrum of kite life is a thin thread in my hand; The fulcrum of a bicycle is the faucet you want to hold tightly. The fulcrum of life, I can't say what it will be, but I will always carry it on my shoulders, feel its weight, complete my struggle and move towards tomorrow.
I am a child born in spring. I will spend the eighteenth spring of my life seriously and give her an answer sheet with a faint fragrance. I want to stand tall, stand tall. There is a poem in Sichuan that says: ("extreme") is a period of life; The fulcrum of life/forever/on our own shoulders. This is really a good poem.
Comparing life to a pole is really a genius's imagination. Life, in different poems, has different metaphors, some are better than a mess, and some are better than a race.
Why does the poet compare it to a pole here? It turns out that the poet emphasizes the promise of life. The fulcrum of commitment is the "shoulder" mentioned in the poem.
Yes, no matter how heavy the pole of life is, we should carry it on our shoulders. Like Kafka, even if it is an iron fence; Like Lu Xun, even if it is like a secret door; Fu, how can you be afraid of falling wood? Like Jesus, even like a heavy cross.
Carrying life on your shoulders is not to live quietly, nor to live for survival. Living a meaningful life and pursuing a meaningful life is the real commitment.
Here, I want to say that some great men have taken on life in ways that are difficult for us to understand. Qu Yuan knew that the meaning of his life was to pursue beauty and goodness.
The history of his life is the history he undertook, that is, he shouldered the burden of national rejuvenation. However, he finally chose death.
There may be a lot of understanding about his death, but I can also understand that he didn't want to live like a walking corpse. In other words, once he knew that his shoulders would be useless because of the king's fatuity, then dying was a wise choice.
This is not an escape from commitment, but a good reputation for fulfilling one's life and bravely taking responsibility. Indeed, if he is an unwilling aesthete, he can forget about nature and live a leisurely and lonely life among the flowers under the moon until he dies.
Therefore, compared with Qu Yuan, the pastoral poet who returns to nature, although his literary achievements may be unsatisfactory, is quite light in shouldering and resisting evil with his body. Now I am a scholar.
Now the pressure of the college entrance examination falls on my shoulders like heavy snow in winter. So, my shoulder seems to be the fulcrum of the score.
Therefore, it seems that I have reason to turn a deaf ear to the things outside the window and concentrate on reading the exam books. So, I seem to have a reason to hang my head and stab me, only to pour the so-called secret recipe of success in the exam into my mind.
However, I have to say: no, people's shoulders are not only burdened with fame and fortune for themselves, but also with five measures of rice for their families, and not only with happy flowers and blue flowers for their relatives and friends.
My shoulders will face the haze on the ground and the flying snow in the sky. My shoulder, but also learn to bear and defend the truth of the world, the beauty of life, the goodness of human nature.
Because, I know the sky may not fall, but it can rain acid rain; The ground may not fall, but unicorns can eat people on the ground. I won't listen to such little words as "the sky is falling and there is a tall man"
Nobody wants to grow tall, only short people can walk on the ground. Everyone did not stand up when they saw rats doing evil and wild animals hurting people. Humans will only become beasts, and homes will become pigsty.
Mammals have only one survival principle, and they come out of their teeth.
8. The moon, its white figure, is so serene and quiet. I have reviewed it many times before my eyes, and I like it very much, because I can pour out my troubles to it bluntly and spit out my joy without scruple.
It's really boring to be idle at night. Just take a walk in the Woods behind the school and enjoy the beauty of the night alone. Looking up at the silent night sky, the lovely moon slowly climbed into the air from behind the treetops, bright and round, like a jade plate. The gentle moonlight poured down like running water, as if slipping through a sweet piano sound. Being in such a beautiful moonlight, I can't help thinking of many descriptions of the moon in ancient poems. Wang Wei, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, put it well: "There is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream". Can't we do this! "Until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon to bring me my shadow and make the three of us." When we are lonely, the moon is our faithful partner. "Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and when I sank back again, I suddenly thought of home." Month is our deep yearning for our hometown. "Who sees the moon at the first sight by the river, and the moon shines on people at the beginning of the river" is our distant speculation on the origin of mankind.
Like the patron saint of the earth, the moon revolves around the earth every day. It is so loyal, trustworthy and conscientious. The moon is sometimes like a magician, sometimes round like a jade plate, sometimes bent like a bow, sometimes like a boat, and sometimes like an apple bitten by a bug. It's really ever-changing and changeable. When the month appears in the night sky, it always attracts our eyes, stimulates our thinking and blooms our emotions. Let's go crazy for it, go crazy for it, cheer for it, and feel sorry for it. It is not so dazzling, but so charming. However, when we look up at the bright moon, who will pay attention to the sun that silently gives it bright support behind it? The moon shouldn't shine, but the sun seems to sympathize with it. When the light shines on the moon, the moon will give off a faint white light.
What is the thing that accompanies you through your sweet dreams every day? By the way, it is still the moon. The moon, it brings me endless reverie, endless hope and beautiful childhood memories.
9. composition about moonlight do you like the moon? The moon is a beautiful sphere. In the evening, the moon came out. When the sun shines on it, it sometimes looks like a big round cake and sometimes it looks like a sickle. Whenever some people see the moon in a foreign land, they will miss their hometown, family and friends. The great poet Li Bai once wrote such a poem: "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then looking back, I suddenly remembered home." The "moon" is really beautiful, but have you ever paid attention to the moonlight? In fact, moonlight will remind everyone of more beautiful things. Students all like first frost! White, spread on the grass, like wearing a thick coat on the grass; Tie a knot at the top of the tree, like putting a beautiful white hat on the tree. These scenes are beautiful, but you can't see first frost in summer. What should I do? Have you ever thought that moonlight is like frost? "The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already?" . In this way, people can see the frost in summer I like water very much. Looking at the ripples of water, it is gentle and soft, and the sky is transparent and beautiful. But in winter, the water will freeze, and the water at home is like a static object. Without the wind, it cannot ripple. But can you think about Frost again? "The sky above the court is like water." In this way, I can watch the water quietly in winter again. Moonlight has many uses: at night, when you come home late, you are alone on the road, there is no light and it is dark, so don't worry, as long as there are no clouds in the sky, moonlight will follow you; Students who are approaching the senior high school entrance examination and the college entrance examination should review a lot of materials. Some people are invited out to play during the day, so it's not good not to go. Some of them are afraid of people and vehicles coming and going in the street, which makes a lot of noise. So I can't learn during the day, and I'm afraid of wasting electricity when I turn on the light at night. What should you do? I would recommend a musician to read in the moonlight (when there is no cloud)! How nice it is to be quiet and economical! I like moonlight, which brings me a lot of fun when everyone is free.
Free king, free king
Try to enjoy the moonlight!