Qu yuan's composition 1 frustrated life, frustrated life. I am committed to your poetry creation and live with you. You have lofty spirit and are an innovative cultural poet.
You are frustrated in life, but you have passion. "Beauty" and "vanilla" are the extremes of your injustice. The situation that your ideal is difficult to realize has made you a masterpiece. You have the heroic spirit of "The road is long and its Xiu Yuan is Xi, Xiu Yuan is Xi, and I will go up and down for it". A new era of poetry was created because of you, and you clearly recalled the patriotic feelings of grief and indignation. Yes, the country needs you and your scientific spirit of pursuing truth. The traces of historical years still clearly record your scientific spirit of daring to innovate. Your tall figure guides me to pursue my dream of life. Qu Yuan, you are a model for people with lofty ideals.
You are the representative of noble national integrity, but you were opposed and framed by the old nobles. However, no matter how big the storm is, it has never stopped your progress, people's admiration for you, and people's love for you. You, still without regrets, have chosen your own life journey. Qu Yuan, let's write down your unique national spirit.
Record your lofty spirit and integrity in the fleeting time of history. It is you who have surpassed the Confucian wisdom to preserve our health, injected deep and gentle spirit into China culture, and cultivated the courage and confidence of China people to take the initiative to assume historical responsibility.
Qu Yuan, let's write down your spirit of seeking and national spirit, choose the road of feeling the wind and rain, and create your brilliant life.
Qu Yuan's composition 2: "The world is cloudy and I am alone. Everyone is drunk and I wake up alone." In The Fisherman, Qu Yuan explained to the fisherman why he was ruthlessly exiled. At this time, he had already been displaced, physically and mentally down and out, but he still proudly told his "sobriety" and "awakening".
Didn't he understand that it was his "sobriety" that pushed him to the edge of poverty? Of course he knows! Faced with the fisherman's good words, he once again shouted with passion and indignation: Who can observe and accept things safely? Ann can warm the vast white? Actually, this is an ideal. He is warning himself tired and encouraging himself close to collapse!
This can't help but make people move! Qu Yuan, who devoted his life to the ideal of "American politics", did not change his original intention even if he was excluded, exiled or frustrated.
Maybe some people, like the fisherman, think it's not worth it. However, if everyone gives up their ideals in order to enjoy life, what will the world become?
There will be no historical records in this world-if Sima Qian had not adhered to his ideals, the shame of punishment would have swallowed him up; There will be no "Six Gentlemen of the 1898 Movement" in this world-if Tan Sitong and others did not adhere to their ideals, there would be no wyndell dichinson; There will be no "Heliocentrism" in this world-if Copernicus was frightened by the church and gave up his ideal, he wouldn't have died in the fire!
But none of these assumptions hold water! Because they all gave up their ideals, they all moved forward angrily for their ideals, completed the nirvana of mankind, wrote the glorious history of mankind, and promoted the process of human civilization. Sticking to one's ideals is a kind of happiness for oneself and even more remarkable for all mankind!
So, "fishermen", please don't stick to your ideals for Qu Yuan. On the contrary, we should all go forward for our ideals! Compared with great people, our difficulties and setbacks are insignificant; They can still devote their lives to their ideals. What reason do we have to give up our ideals because of setbacks and hardships?
Have ideals. Let us once again pay tribute to Qu Yuan who recited the fisherman's father, and let the profound classical meaning deepen our ideals. ...
Qu Yuan Composition 3 You fly in anger, and the spirit flies into Hunan. Your soul drifts with your beliefs, so that people can see your justice and integrity and your sadness and greatness.
On that day, May 5th, you stood by the river, your resolute face was full of fearlessness, the strong wind blew away your 3,000 worries, and your clothes fluttered like tenacious flags. The black river is rolling proudly under your feet, you hold the bronze sword in your hand, and thousands of emotions are surging in your chest.
Once, in a poem, you took the wind, rain, snow, electricity, clouds and the moon as attendants, and let the phoenix and dragon pull the cart for you, galloping freely in space and pursuing your ideals. Things are different now, and all dreams are dashed. Somehow, where is the most suitable position for you? Maybe I shouldn't have walked out of the hut; Perhaps a quiet and stable life is the most suitable for you. You should stay in a position that suits you, create the essence for the people and history, and multiply the culture.
From far to near, it's time to make a choice. A river, a piece of black water, reflects the emptiness and enrichment, filth and glory of the last moment of life. Your mind is frozen: if truth and belief need to be sacrificed, then I am willing to give my life; In fact, life is a gorgeous robe, but it is covered with lice. Therefore, you present yourself to the world as a noble incarnation: no matter what the situation, justice and integrity are the most sacred and worth maintaining.
The cry of the thief soldiers is near. You look back at the mountains and rivers that were destroyed by the country for the last time, and then shout: "When you grow up, you can hide your face and cry and lament the hardships of the people's lives!" Jump into the river that is angry with you, and in an instant, the river is crystal clear ...
There are countless water ghosts in Hunan. How can we wash them clearly? You are the only water ghost in the Millennium, not the water in Hunan, but you are the water in Hunan. You jumped up, the waves splashed, and Tingzhi Pulan spread to this day.
I think, you were originally a fish, a Kun fish with a broad mind and unlimited ambitions, and later you became a Dapeng bird. Your heart, ambition and ideal are still magnificent. Now that you are back in the water, you have returned to your original position. You have become the Qingming God of the platform, silently guiding the way forward and establishing lofty beliefs for people.
So in the future, where there is water, people will miss home. Where there is shore, Chu songs are everywhere, and you will live happily in songs, wind and water-dreaming.
The fourth part of Qu Yuan's composition opens the ink scroll, looks at it quietly and thinks carefully. It's like walking through the sunshine in 2000, and you are in the sunshine.
You are dressed in white, with some black hair hanging down your chest, and you seem to have endless entreaties. You raise your eyes and still look at the clear sky. Simple pupils can't bear too much sadness and have to turn into two lines of tears. On the other hand.
They don't understand why you are so persistent and why you don't want to pollute the wine. Then you say, "It's cloudy, I'm alone, everyone is drunk, and I wake up alone." Can only sigh. (william shakespeare's Hamlet) I think at that moment, you will go to church. Why didn't your high king listen to you? You should be high-spirited and give directions, but you are not a third-base doctor.
Holding the cold stone, you resolutely walked to the Gila River. They say you are extreme, they say you are passive and escape from the world, they say you are narrow-minded, they don't understand, you can't just turn the house into a wasteland, you can't just see the traces of failure, you can't just go to the end of your destiny.
Then why not go with the flow?
I seem to see you looking at me with poor eyes. Yes, how can you let the prisoner know? It's not that I don't know the survival method of that official position, but that I don't want to see that fate.
The almost crazy disguise is that you can't bear to see the world clearly.
You smiled and willingly sank into Gila. I can't tell you your tears because I love them so much. You know, you have so many choices: either become a hermit or travel to the country, and no one will want you to die. (William Shakespeare, Hamlet, I hope so) But what about you?
You sigh, you hate, you cry. Lament that they refuse to prop up their backs, hate that they are powerless to return to heaven, and the day of weeping for the country can wait. (william shakespeare, Hamlet, I hope so) Autumn, your autumn alone, is stormy. It seems to be a ruin with a gentle push.
Sleeping so hard, Qu Yuan. After the passage of time, you get eternity. History will always remember you.
I am a gust of wind.
Bai Niao is fluttering, green water is surging, and some yellow flowers are flying. I came here with the laughter of the peasants. Qu Yuan was reused by Chu Huaiwang and reformed, and the miserable days of the people ceased to exist. The man in the distance is full of integrity and bright eyes. Naughty brushed his sleeve, but did not move. "Horse gallop, please me doffer first. When the opportunity to show my ambition comes, I will stick to myself and keep my head down. " I take away such a sentence.
I am a gust of wind.
The grass is sparse, the running water is lingering, and thousands of palaces are turned into soil. I came with a series of cries. Chu Huaiwang died, Xiang Wang was in power, and Qu Yuan left the DPRK. I didn't see a peaceful and prosperous Chu state, only the bodies of Chu people fighting each other and wild dogs tearing their eyes. Chu's bleak prospects are obvious. The man approached with solemn and stirring steps, looking haggard and haggard. My Miluo River, the waves are rough and the birds are whining. "The world is cloudy and I am alone, and everyone is drunk and I am alone." "Would you rather go to the stream and bury the worms in the belly of river fish, safe and sound, white and gentle?" I crossed the splashing river and wrote this passage.
I am a gust of wind.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the mountains and rivers are picturesque. I came with patriotic feelings. Yue Fei, an anti-gold hero, "Hungry to eat captive meat, laughing and drinking Hun blood"; Wen Tianxiang, a patriotic poet, said, "No one has died since ancient times, but his heart must follow history"; Jing Ke, a doctor of the State of Yan, said, "A strong man is gone forever." . What kind of charm this feeling is, it seems that words can never explain it. I only know that it has some infinite ideas, which can make a nation rise from the ground and make many great men born at any time. "Learn for the rise of China" I put forward such a sentence.
I am a gust of wind.
The wind is clear and the smoke is clean, the bamboo is clear and the sand is white, which is amazing for the dragon boat to fly. I came with the smell of zongzi. The long river of history twists and turns, and the idea of clarification rises. A song "Li Sao", a song "Tian Wen" and a song "Nine Songs" were unconsciously written, woven and landed on the yellow album. A patriotic poet buried in the Miluo River is doomed to immortality. "Some people die, but he lives forever." I understand this sentence.
I am a gust of wind, respectful, quiet, clean and competitive, crossing the long river flowing for thousands of years, feeling the glory of burning history, and also having a crystal-clear epiphany on Qu Yuan. When the figure fell, the thoughts that fell on me made me understand the length of time, and also explained such a passage: This is the most vast miss, and I carved my promise with my name. Here, there, the same idea; This is the most brilliant writing style, and it is a picture of the Spring and Autumn Period with years. The clouds are like inkstones, drawing a heavy sky.
Time to study, heaven and earth to learn, Buddha said: 1000 years.
Has Qu Yuan's composition been safe and sound for 6 thousand years?
Every time I read a famous book, or stand on my desk, or watch a dragon boat race, I can't help feeling it. On second thought, I can't help feeling sorry for your ending or "ending". With your skill, how many people can compete with you in the future? Why lose your life for a mere king of Chu?
I think the old-timers are too stubborn. "If you can't do it, you can float on the sea with a fork." If Confucius still left his hands behind him, why did you hang yourself from a tree? Why give up the whole forest for one tree? If you don't want to cross the ocean to eat meat in Kaiyang, there are still several options.
One said: abandon the official and join the literature. Your "Li Sao", "Tian Wen" and "Ode to Orange" are famous all over the world, so attractive, which literati dares not to follow suit? If you start a cram school, not to mention a dozen pieces of dried meat, it is hundreds or thousands. With your prestige, who is not happy to fart? At that time, the disciples will publish articles and speculate. Won't you be rich and famous? Happy, happy! Have you ever heard Wang Xuan, the founder of Peking University, say, "In recent years, I have made no achievements, but I get an extra title and three academicians every year." This is the first plan.
Second: semi-official and semi-hidden. If you always don't think about your official position, you might as well hang a title in the government and get a salary. "Under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums, you can see Nanshan leisurely." Get another three wives and four concubines, full of children and grandchildren. This is "Dad" and that is "Grandpa". For sons, grandchildren, tickets, cars and roads, how can it be used to "search up and down"? This is the second plan.
Three: use "oil" to run the official. If you are determined to be an official, you must add some "oil" and have some taboos. The truth, the truth, and the bottom words must not be said. If the wind is surging and the smoke is everywhere, you have to sing "Huowang"; When drafting a document, you have to sing a hymn. Whoever is favored by the Lord's concubines will be devoted to flattery. You know, nepotism and pillow breeze are stronger than that 12 typhoon. Have you noticed that Zhu of hongta group acted according to his wife's orders? I really can't do it. I had to accept my conscience for a while, reluctantly give up what I loved, and send Chanjuan away in order to win the "majesty of the emperor." Taking you as the subtlety of the article and exerting Chen's wit will definitely win your appreciation. What about Shanxi merchants, Ling Zilan and Sima Zijiao? However, "talking and laughing are all over." This is the third plan.
The old-timers can choose one of the above three strategies. Since the concept is flying, we can't stick to an ambition; What's more, once there is no running water, how can all beings regret it!
Just a child, disturbing my predecessors, I'm scared.
Qu Yuan's Composition 7 Who chanted "The world is cloudy and I am alone, and everyone is drunk and I am alone" by the Miluo River? Outside Chucheng, who is pouring out his passion? "I am full of kindness, even if I died nine times, I have no regrets!"
I met you by the Miluo River, wandering alone by the Miluo River, and you thoughtfully wrote a heartfelt ode to an orange, full of enthusiasm. I stood there quietly looking at you. When I heard the voice of forgetting me, I couldn't help whispering, and my thoughts drifted thousands of years ago. Thousands of years ago, scenes were displayed in front of our eyes. Looking at the ups and downs of my life, my emotions can't hold back and gush out.
Qu Yuan, I don't deserve this. What is not worth it is that although you are full of patriotism and literary talent, you are framed by treacherous court officials and cannot be reused. Since then, a superstar has fallen. When you were framed by a traitor, you naively thought that the king of Chu would believe you, your pride! How can the world be cold! You are bent on loving the king, but you are cornered by the temptation of interests. Look! This is your king, this is your belief, and now it seems that it can only be so! You believed in the love of the king of Chu before you died, and you were loyal to the king of Chu at the moment you threw yourself into the river. You know, the cruelty under disguise!
I really want to hold a basin of water, wipe your eyes clean and let you see the world clearly! But I can't because I don't want to. I can't bear to see the loneliness in your eyes, and I can't bear to let you suffer the pain of national destruction and death alone.
Although I feel sorry for you, I still feel sorry for you. I still don't understand why you are willing to bow down in Chu, which doesn't pay attention to you, and why you don't show your talents in another way. Now, I understand you and the love in your heart That family! Don't give up that!
Chu, where you were born and raised. There are relatives you miss, confidants you can talk to for a lifetime, and people you are willing to devote your life to and want to protect. Your roots are deeply buried here, and your heroism will last forever here! If it weren't for that treacherous court official, perhaps, you have made great contributions to your people now, and perhaps there would be no elegy for you in this world.
The rolling Miluo River passed away, taking away your dignity, but not your heroic spirit. On the vast land, your passionate songs of Chu are sung in the world, and your generous sad songs are sung in the world. If time can come again, I just want to spend the rest of my life with you, not being a relative, not being a monarch and a minister, just singing for friendship and being a lifelong confidant.
It's you, Qu Yuan. Two words seem to be engraved in my mind. I have repeatedly recited your name "Qu Yuan, Qu Yuan ……", and the feelings between the lines can't be expressed in words, and the surge in my heart is as surging as the tide! If there is a next life, I will take you with me, drink a pot of sake and talk about what's going on in the world.
Qu Yuan's composition 8 On the vast Miluo, the smoke waves are vast, the water drops are falling, the shadows are swaying, and your back seems to be yesterday. You were born in a noble family in Chu. Born on you, you should be pampered, pampered and proud.
But you didn't. During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the seven kingdoms became independent, and an earth-shattering cry shook the whole State of Chu. That's you. You were born with a fine and noble pedigree and a beautiful name. Outstanding talent is a bright pearl of Chu, occupying it all the time, which makes people extremely envious. Although your integrity was once again degraded, your white clothes fluttered in the strong wind and your long black beard fluttered in the storm. At this time, the spark of thinking is flying in your mind, and the flame of anger runs through you. You turned anger and sadness into magic and wrote many great poems, such as Li Sao, Tian Wen and Nine Chapters.
You are talented, but there is no place for you. You are ambitious, but you can only die with ambition because the land is unfavorable to others and discord. In you, it proves the tragedy of poets and heroes. You have been lonely all your life, and you have no confidant to plot against you. The emperor refused to accept, and the war continued. You despise dignitaries and corrupt officials and make many enemies for yourself. Maybe you don't know, loyal subjects have been killed or injured since ancient times, and they have never benefited. Maybe you know. But your integrity, unwillingness to beat around the bush and clean temper are bound to become a stumbling block in your life. You are an idealist, and you have drawn a blueprint for the motherland, waiting to be implemented. However, your dream is beautiful. But this is a dream after all. It is illusory, and this dream has been torn apart by the cruel reality and strangled in the cradle. You are not satisfied with the status quo and have chosen a tortuous political road. You didn't abandon Chu for Qin, but fought and defended the land you loved all your life without hesitation. In your heart. "Life is precious, and the national price is higher." You said goodbye to this world without nostalgia after hearing that Ying Du was breached. Anger, sadness and pain form a huge flame, which devours your heart.
"The river that is gone forever, the waves washed away the romantic figures of all times." Your back is covered by the waves, farther and farther away. Only dead wood and flowers.
Thousands of years ago, the great poet Qu Yuan threw himself into the river and lamented that "everyone was drunk, but I woke up alone". Today, thousands of years later, Qu Yuan was reincarnated as a fairy. On the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, Qu Yuan was very happy. He wants to go to the world and see how busy it is today. So he came to earth.
Qu Yuan strolled along a street. Although there are many people, there seems to be no commemorative activities, and there are few people selling zongzi in the street. I finally met my family, but nobody cared. Qu Yuan frowned at the thought of the expected scene. He walked into a room and found people coming and going, as if no one knew today was the Dragon Boat Festival. When Qu Yuan went to the sixth room, he found an old couple making zongzi, and his grandson was taking his parents to McDonald's. "alas!" Qu Yuan came to the river with a sigh. On the empty river, let alone the dragon boat, there is nothing. Looking at the river, Qu Yuan remembered the fiery scene of people racing dragon boats several years ago, and his brow tightened.
Half a year later, Qu's reason came to the world again. When he came to the street again, he was shocked. People come and go in the street, people lose their old faces, smile, laugh and be lively. Qu Yuan walked into a shop. There were all kinds of exquisite gifts hanging on the small trees, and people were shopping for them. Qu Yuan became more and more curious and became an old man. He patted a young man who was buying a gift and asked, "What day is it today? So lively! " The man stared at Qu Yuan for a long time and said, "Are you sick? You forget what day it is today. You are old and confused. " Say that finish, he plunged into the crowd to buy gifts. Qu Yuan walked out of the shop, said a spell and "wore" into a house. I saw everyone eating and drinking together, talking and laughing, very lively. Qu yuan looked carefully. Didn't they just eat something called western food? Qu Yuan was puzzled when he heard the phrase "Celebrate Christmas" on the TV beside him. "Whose holiday is Christmas celebrated?" Qu Yuan returned to heaven full of doubts.
When Qu Yuan came to the Heavenly Palace, he found that the hall was full of lanterns and colorful decorations. Very lively. Qu Yuan quickly counted his fingers to see which big fairy's festival it is today. "Strange, no! Is it some fairy's? Don't! I didn't celebrate my festival last time. " Qu Yuan is even more puzzled. He hurried into the main hall and found a foreigner giving gifts to the Jade Emperor and the gods. The foreigner met Qu Yuan and gave him a present. Qu Yuan was full of unsolved problems, so he said all the questions. The foreigner smiled and said, "Oh, today is my birthday. Let's celebrate. " "My name is Jesus." Qu Yuan suddenly froze, and when he came to his senses, he realized that Jesus had gone to chat with the Jade Emperor. Qu yuan asked around before he knew that he was the god of western countries. He looked at the bustling world and remembered the cold reception he received that day. He snorted, dropped the gift, sighed and said, "It's cloudy, I'm alone!" " Hey! "
Qu Yuan's composition 10 Qu Yuan, listen carefully, the person I want to thank is you.
Live up to your mission and pursue it all your life. For the dignity of these personalities, you will jump into the Miluo River. God gave you a poetic river and a heart of Chu people. What made you give up your life? What is that? Oh, I see, that is dignity, the dignity of life, and the dignity of officials. You compare my heart to a compass, and I don't know if I will stop in the south. This is your lifelong pursuit! But what is this? Is a loyal heart. Ah, yes, because of your dignity and loyal heart. Touched God, touched Chu people and touched me. Although exiled, still persistent, the body crushed by stones is a kind of spirit, an immortal spirit!
I have known Qu Yuan since I was very young. At that time, I just regretted that he died in the river. Now, I understand that the essence of life-dignity, dying for dignity, is a feat, because in the Japanese war of resistance, some people died for dignity. Qu Yuan, a national hero, gained every dignity because of his death. When I was growing up, I often wondered if there was any other way to save my life and dignity, but I didn't find it. Yes, Qu Yuan explained this dignity with his life. He was the first person who made me realize what dignity was.
In life, I may not bow for my own dignity, or I may argue with others for my own dignity. Dignity, what is it? My understanding is: dignity means not bowing in the face of justice, being calm in the face of ups and downs, and being persistent in the storm.
Qu Yuan, your deep spirit, I don't know if I'm immature or I haven't thought it through. I haven't fully understood it yet. Maybe when I understand correctly, I will sigh with your spirit again.
You made me understand what dignity is and how to maintain it. I am very grateful to you. You are worthy of being called a man and a hero. You have interpreted the perfect dignity with your life, completed the arduous mission with persistence, and forged a beautiful spirit with your faith.
I am very grateful to him-Qu Yuan.