curiosity
The moment I opened the kiln, it was golden, and I only heard the scratching sound echoing all over my body. ...
Jingdezhen famous porcelain
The venerable old mage is teaching his new disciples in an orderly way.
That hand full of vicissitudes slipped my waist and drew a perfect arc. The master was fascinated and told his disciples that this would be the most beautiful piece of porcelain in Jingdezhen.
Then, the vicissitudes of life and powerful hands trembled and carved mottled patterns on my smooth week. As Youlong wrote, it is vigorous.
A child stared at me curiously at the window. I smiled at him. Soon I will enter the kiln to accept the test of fire, and my beauty will be amazing.
Curious about opening a kiln
I was put into that huge black kiln, waiting for the fire to burn. However, I am not afraid, there must be a pay behind the beauty. My fate was tempered by this fire, and I shed tears. ...
All this was seen by the child. He turned his head curiously, looked at my tearful but determined back, frowned and looked at me sadly into the furnace.
He should want to know why pottery also cries. I'm sure he saw my tears. Drop by drop in this hot stove, little by little transpiration, forming a thin cocoon in my eyes.
Driven by curiosity, the children quietly opened the iron door burned by the heavy stove in an empty afternoon.
At the moment of opening the kiln, it was golden. Wild flames spewed out and slowly calmed down their anger in the cool afternoon wind.
The child's eyes widened in surprise. "Ceramics are crying!" He shouted, and his childish voice resounded through the whole town.
Beauty accumulation
At that moment, I heard my whole body crackling, and I heard my master leave angrily: "urchin, your curiosity missed its beauty!" " "Then, it becomes an excuse for children," Tao cried. "Then, then, I slowly opened my tired eyes and the world's first thin and cracked pottery was born.
People are surprised at my beauty. Cracks are staggered, such as silk, criss-crossing and clearly visible, such as tears flowing freely.
I smiled and showed my crystal clear, moist and clean body in the sun. I thank my child for his curiosity, his understanding, his simplicity and his curiosity, which makes me marvel at this world!
I closed my eyes in a burst of surprise and praise. Thousands of years later, the dream of thousands of years ago continues in this lonely museum. In my dream, a child quietly opened the kiln door and exclaimed after seeing my smiling mouth. I saw his pure and clear eyes with two words-curiosity.
curiosity
Why?
Two people are old, but the room is separated by a few meters. What is the need to shout every few minutes?
Every time I go to grandma's house, it always arouses my curiosity.
Grandma is eighty, but she is not blind or deaf, and she can narrow her eyes and sew in the house. Grandpa who is three years older than her can't do it. He doesn't want to walk. He always sits on a cane chair in the sun.
Only a few meters apart, grandma will put down her work in a few minutes, "old man!" " "Grandma called it that.
Grandpa shouldn't. Grandma was in a hurry and walked to the front. Grandpa is fine. He slept soundly on the cane chair. So he smiled like a child and said, "This dead old man is ignored by others."
Such things happen every day.
I am curious.
Is grandma bored? Nobody talks? Then why did she just shout instead of talking to grandpa?
What do you call grandpa for? Still shouting so much? I think of grandma seeing grandpa's good and contented back. The sun always shines on grandma at the perfect angle, and every time such a picture shines with warm brilliance.
As long as someone agrees, okay? I continued to wonder.
That's good. When this happens again, I will cover my mouth and answer slowly like my grandfather's voice, but every grandmother can see whether I cover my voice with cloth or cotton to make it realistic. "Little girl is making trouble here ..." Grandma's wrinkled hand will pat me to show her reproach. Smile.
Grandma is still the same.
My curiosity increased, not decreased.
Forget it. I'm burning my bridges. "Grandma, what are you always shouting? Don't hate it. "
Grandma looked at me and smiled tolerantly: "Girl, you don't understand. Knowing that he is good, he is relieved. "
My heart is wet. It is a drop of dew in the stamen. The curiosity of biting my heart like a bug for several days has been satisfied.
If you were here, you would feel at ease. This is the most beautiful scenery in the world. What's wrong with plain tea and rice? What does it matter to be old? If you were here, you would feel at ease.
I think the so-called love is so much. It's the people I love, the people I miss, and they must exist where I can see, where I can reach and where I can walk.
I am glad that I have curiosity to understand the care, warmth and love of grandma's generation. I see, that voice phone is saying, with you, the whole world is here.
These two articles were written in Jiangsu last year. )
Green leaves? like
When Grandpa began to taste the aged Longjing brewed four times, undertaker had gradually dispersed. My mother held my hand tightly and bid farewell to this land where I was born and raised. I smiled slightly. It turns out that there is no eternal hometown, and we are always passers-by.
After dealing with grandma's funeral, grandpa stopped clinging to the land where countless memories were left, and obediently followed us to the city. However, walking on the cobblestone path, I saw my grandfather's back countless times. That kind of deep attachment and unspeakable helplessness finally turned into a muddy tear and slowly flowed back to my heart.
Goodbye, I heard these two words.
Grandpa in the city still gets up early every day. This is somewhat different in a city accustomed to nightlife and disdaining the morning sunshine. However, grandpa doesn't care about those strange eyes, and still wears old blue overalls that are washed white every day and shuttles through the community. He cultivated a flower field in the wasteland in front of the building, sowed all kinds of strange seeds, and waited every day with a serious face, as if he were completing a sacred mission.
Only I know grandpa's loneliness. Because I also have such loneliness. I miss the old house in my hometown. Every morning, the euphemistic sound of warblers, the mournful moan of wooden stairs, the tiny sunshine scattered through the green bamboo forest, and the unforgettable earthy breath with a faint fragrance.
I can't find such a simple and pure smiling face in this piece of reinforced concrete. Every time I see grandpa waving his hand and putting it helplessly under the cold brush, I always have an impulse to cry.
At that time, my grandfather was a green leaf and full of energy. He can temporarily leave his roots and wander in the distance, looking for his own scenery. Now, however, this green leaf has quietly withered, and he needs to go back and stay in his hometown forever.
It was grandpa's eightieth birthday, so my relatives and friends got together. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't find grandpa. I got up quietly and walked out of the banquet hall. I saw my grandfather wandering in the corner window. I went over to shake hands with grandpa. Grandpa moved his lips and said, "I want to go home." Like a sheltered child looking for a home.
"Well, let's go home together." I saw my own shadow in my grandfather. Everyone is a green leaf. No matter how far it floats, it has been deeply branded by that land. Yes, this is the helpless and sweet fate of every green leaf.
Then, let's work hard with our feelings for the roots, and then go home hand in hand before sunset.
This is from a province this year. I'm sorry I forgot which one I saved. )
The moon rises in the clouds and the wind blows the snow down.
He has been practicing calligraphy for five years. He walked from the study to the yard, and then walked back to the study. I don't know when the spring breeze is blowing in the yard, and the green shoots have been quietly pulled out from the willow branches.
He held a piece of paper tightly in his hand, on which was a newly written word "Da".
Ink is freshly ground, round and black; The handwriting is vigorous and gentle, as if full of aura between heaven and earth, and all the spring scenery is injected into it.
I appreciate the handwriting in my hand again, and finally took a long breath, held my head high, straightened my chest, and knocked on my father's door with the spring breeze.
Xihe studied his son's handwriting without saying a word. He picked up a pen on the table, slightly wetted the ink, and heavily marked it under the word "big".
Father didn't make any comments, and he was puzzled. He had to cross the hall and knock on his mother's door.
"My son has been practicing for several years, which is a bit like Xizhi."
………
Unconsciously, the willow branches grow, and you can touch its green with your hand.
The handwriting is six points vigorous and four points gentle and lovely. He can't stand his father's silence and his mother's laughable praise. He stayed in the study all day and all night. The nearby pool has long been a sauce jar, piled three feet high with a broken pen.
He believes that his calligraphy is perfect this time.
Xizhi still didn't say a word, and his face was a little heavy.
Mother continued to admire, and her approving eyes remained at that point.
……
The geese return to the south, the wind sweeps away the leaves, and the willows are green, but they look gaunt.
The handwriting is four points vigorous and six points gentle and lovely. There is a thick cocoon on his right hand, and his heart is full of flames. He hung his wrist and raised his pen. With all his strength, he wrote a word "big" that was very happy and swallowed mountains and rivers.
Xizhi still didn't say a word, and his face was a little heavy.
Mother continued to admire, and her approving eyes stayed at that point.
……
Snowflakes are flying and the flames are soaring, and five years have passed unconsciously.
The hand that provided it is still waving, but he no longer writes "big". He wrote, "Its shape is strange, but if Youlong is graceful and restrained. ..... It's like the moon is covered by Qingyun, and if the wind flows back to the snow, it's swaying ... "
Five points pungent, five points gentle and lovely, and very chic and cheerful.
Xi Zhi looked up at his seventh son. He remembers pulling his pen in the back when he was a child, but he didn't. At that time, he predicted that "this son will be famous in the future." Unexpectedly, the prophecy of that year has now become a mantra.
Xizhi said thoughtfully, "Good, very good!"
The offering hand was not raised in the air, but hung down and stood respectfully.
If it had been five years ago, he might have proudly shouted his grades. Now, he finally understands his distance from calligraphy. This is from Beijing last year, and this year's composition level is lower than last year.
they
At the end of the city, there is no bustling market, no shining neon lights; At the end of the city, there are only weather-beaten dilapidated shanty towns; At the end of the city, there are a group of people like them.
What should I call them? Children of migrant workers? Farmers' children? Or the second generation of migrant workers? No, I don't want to call them by these cold names. I want to call them by their simple birth names, hold their hands and approach their lives. ...
They grew up in the green mountains and green waters of their hometown, and their pure souls started jointing in the fields. In the wind of Shan Ye, they are running and dreaming. The wind blew into the city from the fields. For their livelihood and future, they followed their parents to the city and took root at the end of the city. So I got used to the eyes of green mountains and green waters, and came into contact with tall buildings and traffic for the first time. They don't know how to cross the six-lane road, and their little hands can't tell the floors of the office building. Prosperous modern civilization has never brought them any happiness, but this time, it has left a deep imprint on their hearts.
They took up their schoolbags and carefully integrated into city life. But in the strange eyes of "city people", I understood the difference between hukou and temporary residence permit for the first time. Are the treasures in parents' hearts! But prematurely assumed the burden that does not belong to this era.
When they come home from school, they cook a simple dinner, and their parents are still working at the construction site or the food market; Wake up in the middle of the night, the starry sky in the city is not as bright as my tearful hometown; Make a wish quietly, hoping that their primary school for children of migrant workers will not close down tomorrow because they can't pay the electricity bill. ...
However, I saw their growth in their growing bodies. I remember a reporter asked a child in a school for migrant children if he would go back to his hometown after graduation. The little girl said without hesitation: Of course, he must go back! At that moment, I almost cried for their growth.
I remember their childish declaration on the Spring Festival Evening that year: "Our school is small, but its grades are not bad", "We don't compare with children in the city" and "Beijing's 2008 is also our 2008!" They gradually matured, bid farewell to yesterday's shyness and began to welcome a new day.
Although, they are still worried about small tuition fees; Although, the school still can't afford to pay the utilities; Although, there are still many imperfect systems ... although there are many "although", only one "but" is enough. Many eyes have turned to them, and they are thriving.
The sun rises from the horizon, illuminating the end of the city and their lives.
They will eventually become us. This is from Shanghai last year, and this is my favorite one last year. It's simple and touching.
I saw it in the coffee.
Let's remember the years together, love and time.
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Sitting alone in the empty sky, smelling the aroma of cappuccino in boiling water. I like coffee very much. This bitter and sweet taste seems to be a long journey of life.
My old friend told me to have the simplest life and the most distant dream. With a flick, the words reached my ears.
From birth, like this pot of boiled water, it is simple and tasteless. Gradually, brewing in this brown powder becomes full of flavor. In the process of slowly tasting, we learned to live. And it's not easy for us to walk all the way to today. Ye Zhi said, there are too many tears in this world, you won't understand. This stubborn love for a feminist who died in vain is very similar to our stubborn unrequited love for the future. In the lingering fragrance, we reflect on yesterday and look forward to tomorrow. A pragmatic life lies in a valuable life. You should have a coffee-like granular experience, burn and dissolve in nirvana, savor it occasionally, and then learn it by heart.
I know that there are things in this world that are much bigger and sadder than we expected, about love or hate. Since the Wenchuan earthquake, my heart has been immersed in a trough. Life and death are just a moment, and such pain is engraved on the life line like a concave and convex inscription. Make you pout and frown. Such bitter coffee, only self-knowledge.
Shi Tiesheng said, son, this is your sin and your happiness.
Crying and the happiness of the rest of my life are mixed together and melted in this coffee. You see, when life is mean to us, it always disappoints us, but life is generous. Always redeems us after we are disappointed.
I think, because of this generosity of life, we must live with dignity, just like life itself, and respect our existence.
I stared at the coffee in this white porcelain cup and remembered the genius who was trapped between love and death all his life-Virginia Woolf. Her soul is full of profound thoughts and disorder. I seem to see the sunshine full of cornflower fragrance, the friction between quill pens and thick paper, and the hot coffee on the table in the beautiful Scottish countryside in spring. She is writing a letter to Orlando.
My mouth lifted gently. The genius was legendary all his life and eventually died of illness. She said that the core of life is empty, just like a house. In other words, after she tasted the bitterness and sweetness of coffee, all she left was an empty cup, and she could not take anything away in her life after death.
In this small world, what I have experienced is just an ordinary life, and what I have seen is just an ordinary world.
In fact, there are not so many stories in life, but love is the whole meaning of our life. The bitterness and sweetness of this coffee is a comprehensive taste. Take a sip and feel for yourself.
A moment of love in life won us a lifetime. Be generous to great sadness. Whether it is bitter or sweet, I can taste this life without regrets!
I don't know when a kite flew into the air and lonely birds circled around it. I reached out to block the light from the sunset in my eyes, just like an illusion of light and shade. I can't help crying at the thought of stumbling all the way.
Look up and drink the last sip of coffee, and the fragrance of life stays between your teeth.
Woolf said with a smile, let's remember the years, love and time.
This one is not bad either, but it is also a copy. It's a book written in the year of Viola 7. I like a book very much, which has a full set of good sentences, so the article is a bit fragmented, but it just needs a little scattered beauty, so I got full marks)
You must be very depressed why there is no argumentative paper, because there are too many sets of argumentative papers now, only paying attention to too many forms, and few really have depth, but the following one is very good:
Find the right position and shine.
Roaring in the mountains, fish in shallow water, camels walking in the desert, geese marching in the air ... Everything in the world has its own place, and the secret of life is to find its own place and shine.
Finding the right position requires us to examine ourselves, recognize ourselves and listen to the call of self-worth with a calm heart. Do not disgrace the mission, just look at the flowers in front of the court; Going or staying is unintentional, and it is easy to follow the clouds.
If I were a mountain, I would stand with dignity, let the mountain flowers bloom, let the mountain wind stroke my face, let the language of dreams permeate every corner, and let my value show in the sun; If I were water, I would merge into a majestic, let the boat sail far away, let the fish be happy, let every trickle go forward and let my value sing in the wind.
To find a correct position, you need to believe in yourself, affirm yourself, and hold up a heavy ideal with an unyielding heart.
Maybe we are "flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world!" " Maybe we are "after the ship died, the river and the sea will live for the rest of our lives", or maybe we are "laughing at the sky and destroying the earth". Different people have different lifestyles, but this sentence "Since God has given talents, let them find jobs!" It is heroic and free and easy. The real hero is a scarred star who rises in self-confidence and self-affirmation.
Find the right position, that is Zhang Qian's "hollowed-out" camel bell bursts, that is Su Wu's loyalty, integrity and fortitude in herding sheep, that is the long yellow sand of Zhaojun fortress, that is Wei Qing hunting with flags in the desert, that is Yue Fei's sword and halberd, and that is Zheng He's ambitious flying waves in the West Sea.
Find the right position, don't let the fog cover your eyes, don't let the wind blow away your faith. Even if my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn, even if my flowers snuggle in other people's arms, we will still keep our eyes open, look for the opportunity of life and wait for the opportunity to come.
Brilliant, bravely meet the challenges of life, let life be like a sword, let life be like a wisp of cold plum with a faint fragrance. Living in a high place in the temple, optimistic and open-minded, far away from the rivers and lakes.
Brilliant, even if I am just a small flying insect, I will try my best to fly and embrace my dreams with open wings.
Nobody is doomed to mediocrity because of mediocrity. Ordinary Lei Feng is the screw of a harmonious society, and ordinary Jiao is the monument of being uncorrupted. As long as you and I find our own position, ordinary posts will have bright colors of life, and ordinary efforts can be merged into rivers and seas. Everyone is his own hero. Find the right position, and you skim the shallow river like a dragon, pumping 3 thousand water on the vast ocean. You will fly over the flat land like Dapeng and soar in the boundless sky.
Facing the sea, spring blossoms. Find the right position and shine. (This is a classic composition with full marks in the college entrance examination)
And this one is also good and classic:
Touch the city
Standing on the Seine, you can feel the pulse of Paris fashion and elegance; Being on Fifth Avenue, you can feel the gorgeous and gorgeous atmosphere of new york. Strolling through the streets of Ginza, you can appreciate the ancient and modern culture of Tokyo; Stay by the Huangpu River, and you can appreciate the unique and inclusive Shanghai spirit. ...
Cities with different local conditions and customs are the crystallization of human historical process, displaying extraordinary and immortal wisdom at all times and all over the world, witnessing and recording the rise and fall of civilized society-dynasties that once flourished left eternal marks in their respective cities. The magnificent Roman city still stands in the middle of Apennine Peninsula, telling the glory of the ancient Roman empire that once dominated the Mediterranean with its exquisite architecture and amazing murals. Here are the majestic Chang 'an City, the elegant Kyoto City and the mysterious Cairo City ... which one is not a masterpiece, and which one will not let us sigh over the past and recall the glory of ancient civilization?
Cities with different personalities reflect the attitudes and interests of ordinary people, and show their unique history and culture. Beijingers are concerned about the country and the people, Chengdu people are self-sufficient and carefree, Guangzhou people are open, and Xi people are conservative. They all have a long-term lifestyle. These wonderful urban life forms a beautiful symphony on the land of China, which is a beautiful picture of Chinese civilization. It not only contains a 5,000-year history of civilization, but also contains a pioneering spirit for the 2 1 century to enter a new era.
The city is undoubtedly beautiful, but it is not perfect. Through the colorful appearance, we can often see the impetuous and empty hearts of urbanites. The fast-paced life bends the backs of urbanites and distorts their hearts. People are used to imprisoning themselves in a narrow space of reinforced concrete, or indulging in the nightlife where they lead a drunken life. Endless material enjoyment has impacted the stable civilized order for thousands of years, and the "strong culture" in Europe and America is sweeping the world with overwhelming power. Radical modern consciousness has also expanded, and the quiet classical atmosphere is nowhere to be found. In the ears of urbanites, the distant songs of the Tang Dynasty and the shallow singing of the Song Dynasty are no longer disco, rock and roll, and the tongue twisters with lively rhythm. In the mouth of urbanites, it is no longer green tea with elegant taste and beneficial self-cultivation. Coke and Sprite with metal shells are very popular.
Perhaps human civilization should be constantly changing, so should urban life. But whenever I touch the cold heart through the fiery appearance of the city, I can't help feeling a little sad.
Is it really what we want for a city that is getting richer materially but losing its direction spiritually? Looking at the way cities have gone for thousands of years and touching their ever-evolving tracks, I recall the beautiful things that have passed away, but at the same time I am worried: what should urban culture do as the core of human culture? Is it destroyed in endless material desires or reborn in spiritual nirvana?
I face the city in infinite thinking, touch its shell and long to touch its soul. I hope that one day its inner substance will be as beautiful and moving as its appearance, that those false and frivolous things will become real and solid, that it will be "clouds selling rain and falling clouds with bright colors", and that we can touch the beauty of the city's flowers again from the inside out.
There may not be 20 hungry articles here, but I just want to convey an idea to you: the comprehensive level of perfect composition in college entrance examination is actually not very high. We can enjoy it, but don't imitate it blindly. We can imitate articles that we think are good to a certain extent, or articles that the teacher says are well written.
I am a senior three student, hehe, believe in yourself and write your true self. Every person is a "perfect composition".