First, what is the transverse structure?

According to the needs of expression, it is a horizontal structure to reflect the central idea in parallel from several aspects, explain the characteristics of things or demonstrate the central argument.

Second, the transverse structure is characterized by:

The first part, a, prompts the specific content to be written in the main part of the article.

The second part, B, C and D, is the main part of the article, which shows the content of side-by-side writing in many aspects. Of course, the main part is not necessarily three aspects, but four or even five aspects. Also, although several aspects of the main body are in a parallel relationship, they also have a certain arrangement order, either from the main to the secondary, or from the shallow to the deep, or in time.

The third part E is the end of the article, which summarizes the writing content and reveals the central idea.

Thirdly, the writing method of horizontal composition is analyzed with examples.

For example, a classmate in his "I love to laugh and cry" begins like this-

I, an ordinary, muddleheaded junior three female student, have neither a clever brain nor better grades than others; Not to mention that I can sing and dance well, have a glib tongue, and be a "stupid goose" if you want to know the difference between me-shh! Keep your voice down, I tell you, don't tell others: I love to laugh and cry! ?

The author makes a series of self-mockery by using two reduplications of "AABB" and two negative sentences of "no", plus a progressive sentence of "don't mention" and the metaphor of "stupid goose". Compare them with "difference-I love to laugh and cry"; Coupled with the use of big words and small sentences, it has indeed received extraordinary expression results. On this premise, I listed two items: "Love to laugh and cry", starting from the problem and naturally transitioning to the second part (the main part). ?

The second part, according to the items listed at the beginning-"love to laugh" and "love to cry", makes a concrete description; Clever foreshadowing is to portray the multilateral activities between characters by rendering the environmental atmosphere and vividly show "love to laugh and cry", thus highlighting the ideological significance of central events and events.

This classmate first wrote like this-

My mother often tells others in front of me: "This girl is good at hanging emotions on her face, and she doesn't look elegant and calm at all." And I often pout to defend myself: "such a person is the most sincere and consistent in appearance, and will never be a big liar!" " "

Then, it depicts a specific life scene-?

Once, when I was checking the composition book handed in by my classmates who studied in the morning, I found that a classmate misspelled the topic "Letter to the teacher" into "Letter to the teacher". I couldn't help laughing and bent down to scare my deskmate who was concentrating on her homework. She couldn't help laughing when she saw my funny smile that was out of breath. ?

It is based on the dynamic description of the atmosphere, scenes and characters, thus increasing the vividness and image appeal of the event. ?

When writing the layer of "love crying", the little author first used a turning sentence as a foreshadowing-"But then again, my crying is not much worse than Xiao Yu's." Then, I briefly explained the reason for crying: "Once in a political class, I mistook the beginning of" China is in the primary stage of socialism "for" low "and was criticized by the teacher", so I concentrated on pen and ink to make a clever preparation-

1. Describe students' reactions to creating atmosphere and conflict;

As soon as I finished answering, the deskmate next to me gave a low laugh of "eating". I glared at her, poked her with my arm and asked softly, "What are you laughing at?" Unexpectedly, the teacher noticed me. He criticized me and said, "If the answer is wrong, people are not allowed to laugh. This is subjective." ?

2. Describe the psychological activities of the characters to set off the characters:

My face turned red, my nose turned sour, and tears flowed down like running water. At first I comforted myself: don't cry, don't cry. But the more relieved, the more sad, and finally cried. Instead, the teacher panicked and turned to persuade me.

Clever bedding can avoid the common problem of telling stories directly, and make the development of events and the appearance of characters naturally and perfectly blend together, which is reasonable, vivid and touching.

Finally, the author discusses the things and reasons-

Although my mother and classmates laughed at my "strange problem", I still didn't change it. Because they are sincere expressions of my feelings, at least they are much more noble than that kind of false feelings, pretending to be myself and deceiving others. ?

Not only took care of the beginning, but also deepened the center.

The original text is as follows

I like to laugh and cry.

I, an ordinary, muddleheaded junior three female student, have neither a clever brain nor better grades than others; Not to mention that I can sing and dance well, have a glib tongue, and be a "stupid goose" if you want to know the difference between me-shh! Keep your voice down, I tell you, don't tell others: I love to laugh and cry!

My mother often tells others in front of me: "This girl is good at hanging emotions on her face, and she doesn't look elegant and calm at all." And I often pout to defend myself: "such a person is the most sincere and consistent in appearance, and will never be a big liar!" " "

Once, when I was checking the composition book handed in by my classmates who studied in the morning, I found that a classmate misspelled the topic "Letter to the teacher" into "Letter to the teacher". I couldn't help laughing and bent down to scare my deskmate who was concentrating on her homework. She couldn't help laughing when she saw my funny smile that was out of breath.

However, then again, my crying is not much worse than Xiao Yu. Once in a political class, I mistook the beginning of "China is in the primary stage of socialism" for "low" and was criticized by the teacher.

At that time, I had just finished answering, and the deskmate next to me gave a low laugh of "eating". I glared at her, poked her with my arm and asked softly, "What are you laughing at?" Unexpectedly, the teacher noticed me. He criticized me and said, "If the answer is wrong, people are not allowed to laugh. This is subjective."

My face turned red, my nose turned sour, and tears flowed down like running water. At first I comforted myself: don't cry, don't cry. But the more relieved, the more sad, and finally cried. Instead, the teacher panicked and turned to persuade me.

Although my mother and classmates laughed at my "strange problem", I still didn't change it. Because they are sincere expressions of my feelings, at least they are much more noble than that kind of false feelings, pretending to be myself and deceiving others.

Four, a typical example of horizontal composition

narrate

Boss

The old class is our head teacher, a girl who is four or five years older than us. She wears a ponytail and often dances with us.

Not long after entering middle school, we found that our 20-year-old class was a little naive. She always thinks that the world is full of sunshine, and things don't seem to be as mature as us.

In the first tug-of-war, we gained experience from our senior classmates-we can buy off the monitoring teacher and add one person. Before we finished the plan, the old class was firmly opposed with a tiger face. As a result, we lost in the final round. The students were very angry, but the old class still smiled happily, threw us a "we have the strength" and went to do something else.

Old class is still very proud. At the beginning, he taught us Chinese and said that he was confident that his Chinese performance in our class would surpass the so-called fast class. Unexpectedly, our class lags behind the slow class. She admitted that she overestimated herself. Of course, she still doesn't relax her demands on us, because she "loves life like a sister in law".

The old class is still a little fragile. The whole school can hold competitions, and our class is a fiasco. The old class is crying on the table, just like a child who has been greatly wronged. Because the old class told us before the game: we must observe discipline during the game, otherwise we won't like us. So we sat quietly all afternoon. After the game, the old class was very happy and said that no class was quieter and more disciplined than us this time. But in the end, we missed the "Spiritual Civilization Award". Hearing this result, our old class turned away angrily like a child, and then hid in the office and cried.

Oh, Ben, come on! Living in this world, we will inevitably have some secular behaviors, but as long as we don't ridicule our ideals, profane our feelings, betray our friendship and defile our family, we will have a clear conscience! If you don't win the prize, don't let it be! Stop crying, will you, dear old classmate?

Subtitle type

Ban you San Bao

On the first day of entering Class 8, you will be surprised to find that three special figures frequently appear on the podium. They have distinctive styles and behaviors, which will leave a deep impression on you soon. Yes, they are the "three treasures" of Class 38, Grade 8. Now I present them to you one by one.

A precious mother type.

She is small, but she has unusual explosive power when giving lectures. She loves to laugh, and always gives us a hearty laugh at one or two naughty words. She is very considerate and takes care of us in her study and life. She is Miss Ye.

Teacher Ye teaches mathematics, so in normal times, she gives me the impression that she is a very smart person. But I prefer to watch her in class. When Mr. Ye got excited, his hands kept "fighting" in the air. When he speaks a word, his teeth will bite tightly, quite like the style of Sui talking about Cixi in Lecture Room. I also found that when I talk to Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye will tidy your collar by hand while talking, which makes people feel kind and comfortable. Oh, she is just like our mother, ordinary and simple.

Two treasures-western trend type

Teacher Liu Meirong is a famous "Westernization" teacher among girls. Every time she walks in front of us, she always has a unique flavor, which makes people unforgettable, whether in dress or manners.

Teacher Liu's class is also her most beautiful moment. The tone of English flowing from her mouth is as sweet as a ditty. And Mr. Liu's "little moves" are also quite a few. When you ask questions, you will lean forward slightly and listen, or draw a few arcs in the air with your hands, or blink your eyes quickly with excitement. Some naughty boys tried to tease her, but Miss Liu easily slipped out a few clever words to refute. Crisp, beautiful and neat. Every move reveals a unique European woman breath.

Three treasures-gentle type

If you want to ask the youngest teacher in Class 38, it must be Liu Meifang. However, "youngest" is not the same as "inexperience". Liu Meifang is a decent and respected teacher, no matter what he says or does. Big sister who is considered by many students to be better than any teacher. She exudes the charm of literature, and her smile contains encouragement and infinite enthusiasm for teaching. Teacher Liu speaks softly and treats us as friends. When you talk to her, you will feel that you are surrounded by encouragement. However, she is not lacking in severity. Combine rigidity with softness to show the beauty of a new generation of women.

Isn't it a kind of happiness to have these three treasures in Class Eight?

Song of literary corridor

When I closed the book, my ears were still lingering for a long time. Listen carefully, it floated from a famous book.

Song of struggle

Such a big man pulls such a beautiful car, his own car. Xiangzi parked the car and looked at it carefully: slightly upturned handlebars, bright carriages and loud speakers. Xiangzi was intoxicated with the joy of "having a car" and unconsciously hummed the tunes of his hometown and folk songs without words. Xiangzi's beautiful car soon entered a customer with a gentle face. Xiangzi stamped his foot, loosened his waist and closed the handlebar. "Go!" The round wooden wheel rolled forward with Xiangzi's steady pace.

Walking in the streets, despite the noise of the streets, it can't interfere with the melody that Xiangzi hummed countless times in his heart. It must be a melodious folk song. Sweat on my head kept hitting the stone road on my back, hard and black. Xiangzi was tired, but he couldn't help being happy. Own car, self-sufficient life. He flushed with joy, though he was sweating. Singer Xiangzi struggled.

Song of loyalty

In the early morning, a new sunrise gradually jumped over the hill, and the golden light shone on the grass, as if it were plated with a layer of Phnom Penh. A tall gentleman with brown hair came in wearing a tuxedo and such dazzling gold. Beautiful pictures are accompanied by soft music, but the soft tone of the violin can't reduce Darcy's tension. "I will try again. I hope Elizabeth will promise me. " Darcy strode over, his angular facial features revealing uneasiness. Melodious music sounded, and hope became clearer.

When Elizabeth, who was standing in the grass and wearing a plain skirt, appeared in Darcy's field of vision, her angular face suddenly softened: "It's so beautiful …" Although she wanted to run to her at once, Darcy's pace was still not chaotic. Typical gentleman. The sunshine is overflowing, and the music representing hope sounds beautiful and warm. Darcy expressed his feelings very quickly, expecting an answer, as embarrassed as a child. A gentle kiss was printed on her cheek, and Elizabeth smiled brightly: "I promise." The cheerful string rhythm sounded, witnessing the loyalty after arrogance and prejudice. Melodious songs of loyalty.

Song of perseverance

After the rain cleared up, the soil gave off bursts of fragrance. Robinson got up early today, took an axe and arrived at the shipyard. In the fifteenth year, life on an isolated island not only failed him, but also tempered his will, making him more patient and focused. Twelve-day-finished boards, bread made of scarves and screens, wild goats in captivity ... he even grows his own millet.

Belief in God makes him often hum and sing to comfort himself and encourage himself to work hard. Although he is alone every year, he has established his own material and spiritual kingdom on this island.

Persevering songs echoed on the island, happy and hardworking.

End of movement

In my spare time, I often like to open my books and meditate on the songs that I always hear in long literary scrolls, sometimes tactfully, sometimes with beautiful melody, which is thought-provoking and inspiring.

I want to be a wandering cloud.

I want to become a floating colorful cloud and soar in the sky of classical literature. ?

Bank of Miluo River

When I arrived at the Miluo River, I stopped unconsciously. I saw Qu Yuan crying by the river and sighed, "I am alone in the cloudy world, and everyone is drunk and I wake up alone." With a bang, the world of giant Lei Zhen is shaking. Lao Jiangfeng combed his hair like a shower of bangs, and he trudged along the lonely river. So "I" propped up the boat with the rhyme of Li Sao, shook the oars of nine songs and nine chapters, and raised Tian Wen's dissatisfied sail, beside the Miluo River. Who knows that the pain and justice of life are intertwined in his heart? He stood by the river, and the wind blew gently on him. Between life and righteousness, he finally chose righteousness. In the turbulent wind and waves, I am willing to accompany him to feel the patriotic passion that shocked ancient and modern times. ?

Wujiang shuibian

I lamented, sorry, gently pushed by the wind, I flew to the water's edge of Wujiang River. The wind swept Xiang Yu's face. He looked dignified, stroking the mane of Wu Zhui horse, and watched the Han army surround him, and his followers fell one by one. I remember when I was a child, my uncle said to him, "Sacrificing one person for Qian Qian is different from sacrificing one person for Qian Qian. You have to choose! " He has the heroic spirit of a stag burning his bridges, and he has the great benevolence and righteousness of not killing Liu Bang at the Hongmen banquet, but he does not have Cao Cao's earth-shattering rhetoric: "I would rather teach the whole world to betray me!" Maybe someone is scolding you and blaming you, but I have been in song for you, singing for your boldness and boldness. Yes, otherwise, how can there be a hymn of "I miss Xiang Yu so far and refuse to cross Jiangdong"?

At the foot of Nanshan

Flying over the starry sky of history, I saw Yunfeng and Qiuju in Nanshan. I know, that's where Tao Yuanming lives in seclusion. Although he "planted beans in the south of the mountain", all he got was "the grass is full of beans and the seedlings are sparse", but he "greeted people with love stories and wrote books on the piano to get rid of worries". Yes, to be a man, you should learn to stick to yourself. It is not a poetic life to "go to Dong 'ao to relieve worries and write poems in a clean stream" like him. In him, I felt another beauty of life.

I want to turn into a wandering cloud, wandering in the long river of classical literature, witnessing the brilliant life of every heroic great man and harvesting the moving enlightenment brought by every heroic great man.

Highlights in life

The highlight of life is discovery, so I take my camera to find the highlight of life.

alley

This is a bright spot. "Dad, why should we pick up grandma?" A childish voice came into my ears. "Oh, grandma is dad's mother. What makes you think you should answer it? " "I see, the teacher said to respect the elders." "Yes, dad's son has grown up?" Dad excitedly picked up his son and turned twice. I raised my camera and photographed the first "new social fashion".

street

Out of the alley, I went to the city center, where the crowd was bustling. I bypassed the platform and sat down there. A young mother walked in front of me holding her bouncing son's hand. Suddenly, the son broke free from his mother's hand, picked up a piece of advertising paper lying flat on the ground and threw it into the trash can. The son turned and rushed to his mother, who held his son with open arms and smiled brightly. I raised my camera and took the second photo of "New Social Fashion".

The bright spots in life are not hard to find. They exist in society and shine on people's hearts.

In the shop

After sitting down, I plunged into the shop again. The waiter standing at the counter greets you with a smile. They have been smiling to introduce the goods to you and watching you leave with the same smile. I stood there for a long time, and finally remembered that I took a picture of Eternal Smile with my camera.

on the way home

Twilight is getting darker, but the afterglow of the sun still shines on the earth. On the way, I photographed one "eternal smile" after another: the satisfied smile of my parents who came back from work, the relaxed smile of the students who came back from school, the warm smile, the cheerful smile … one smiling face after another, one bright spot after another.

That day, I found many bright spots in my life and sat at the window to meditate. In fact, the bright spots in life are everywhere. As long as you are good at finding them, there will be a bright flash in every smile, which will bring you not a moment, but a permanent memory …

The teacher's eyes

Teachers' eyes, sometimes frightening, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes full of power ... teachers have a pair of talking eyes.

Fragment 1

The classroom was quiet, only the rustle of students and the heavy and slow pace of the teacher could be heard. We are having an English exam. The examination paper was very simple, and I finished it soon. Suddenly, my roommate sent me a "signal". I turned around and saw that the teacher was still far away from me, so I moved the paper without scruple. Being a thief always has a guilty conscience. When I look back, a pair of eyes, a pair of stern eyes are shooting two sword lights. My face turned red. Come on, I pulled the paper back. The teacher's eyes, how scary!

the second part

Send Chinese papers! I sat in my seat in fear, waiting for the teacher to read the imperial edict. "He Lei, 92 points-"The teacher paused slightly, and her gentle eyes immediately gave me an appreciative look. "He has the highest score in the class!" Ah, I was so happy that I quickly took the paper from the teacher. The teacher smiled, and so did I. How beautiful the teacher's eyes are!

the third part

No, I'm in trouble! Just now, I deliberately blew chalk dust into a female classmate's eyes. She cried and told the teacher! Sure enough, a little later, I was called into the office. Dare not look into the teacher's eyes, dare not bow their heads and listen to the teacher scold. I feel very guilty in my heart. I only feel sorry for my teacher and my classmates, especially the female classmate. I secretly looked into the teacher's eyes with tears in my eyes. Alas, only disappointment and disgust. I was so sad that I couldn't help crying. Teacher, I'm sorry! Don't look at me like that

part four

The cleaning work has already started. The teacher gave me a task to clean the first window of the classroom. I took the rag and jumped on the windowsill to complete the glorious task given to me by the teacher. Through the glass, I saw my classmates working in full swing outside, and the teacher looked at them with envy and made suggestions from time to time. Not to be outdone, I thought: I must work hard to let the teacher know that I am not just naughty. I cleaned the glass, and my anxious teacher didn't turn around to see me! The teacher finally turned around. I thought he would praise me, but he didn't say anything and went straight to the office. Oh, what bad luck. I'm not in the mood to clean the remaining half window, just wait for the teacher to check it! "Hey, who cleaned the window? Too clean! " I don't know when the teacher came to the classroom I'm so happy. "I wiped it, teacher!" "The teacher looked at me. What powerful eyes. Appreciation, love and liking all blend in. I just feel full of blood and energy. "But there are two pieces ..." I looked up. Oh, it's half a window that I didn't clean just now. I jumped on it with a brush, and in a short time, two pieces of glass gave off dazzling light. "Well, not bad. "The teacher thumb up. This time, the teacher's eyes are the most beautiful!

There is no scenery on the earth.

What is a landscape? Is it a tree in two streets, a gorgeous flower, or is there beauty and warmth in the world?

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one

The night is already deep, and the stars are twinkling in the black and blue sky. Senior three students who have just finished the evening self-study are walking on the dark road with their schoolbags on their backs, and their yellow eyes are full of fatigue. An old man at the corner of the lane is still collecting roadside stalls. At the moment when a student rode his bicycle into an alley, a lamp lit up his way forward. Looking back, it turned out that grandpa was holding a small electric light, and the faint light lit up the road. The light in the alley, the light at night, I think I will never forget this emotional landscape.

two

"One, two, three, four, skate with me." Every Saturday, my grandparents come to the beach with their lovely grandchildren and learn skating from their teachers. Grandchildren are still immature in footwork, but they finally stand firm. Watching their baby grow up, grandparents' faces are full of excitement and pride, but there is still a trace of worry on their faces. Be careful! Son, don't break the glue, grandparents are really worried about you!

It was here that I heard a "sigh" and two children fell heavily on the ice. Suddenly, tears flashed in their eyes. Looking at the baby's poor fall, grandpa wanted to help them, and the prompt on the wall suddenly came into view:

Dear parents, I hope you can let go of your hands and let the fallen children get up by themselves!

Grandpa stopped and motioned for his grandchildren to stand up by themselves.

Children's self-reliance is a beautiful and infinite love landscape.

three

"You come here, ok! I'm going to take pictures! " The photographer instructed a group of newly graduated college students to take a group photo at the gate of Wuhan University. Although it was very hot and everyone was sweating, they all smiled at their alma mater and the students who were leaving. I think what emerges in their minds must be a bright future and a new journey. ...

In the near future, maybe I will stand among them, standing at the first end and the starting point of life, cheering for myself!

postscript

In fact, there are landscapes all over the world. When you have a pair of eyes that pay attention to life, you will find all the beauty and scenery in life!

Lens type

Remember this day.

Seeing this topic, my heavy heart relaxed a lot, because it is too familiar to us, and everything yesterday is vivid.

Lens 1

It's past five in the morning. Many people are still sleeping, but I can't sleep for a long time. The stuffy nose makes it difficult for me to sleep, and my mind is in a mess. For a week, the pain of rhinitis has been bothering me. Although it is not a serious illness, it can often cause nosebleeds and congestion all day long. The senior high school entrance examination will be held tomorrow. If the nosebleed can't stop in the examination room, if the stuffy nose affects the exam, if … a series of problems make my parents and I fidget all day. How can you not be in a hurry? Is the hard work and sweat paid on weekdays in vain? When I think about this, my head gets hot. I feel my nose. Oh, no, it's bleeding again!

Lens 2

Hospital. In the morning, my parents took me to the hospital to see a doctor. They anxiously told the doctor about my illness. The doctor gave me medicine, comforted me not to worry, and taught me many ways to stop bleeding. "If it really bleeds, don't worry. Hold the bleeding point with your hand and apply the powder I prescribed for you. It will be fine soon." Although it is useless for my parents to comfort me at ordinary times, the doctor said that I seemed relieved. Before leaving, the doctor held my shoulder and said, "Have a good exam and wish you success!" " "What a good doctor. I really appreciate him!

Lens 3

At night. After an afternoon of preparation, my mood has stabilized a lot and my confidence has increased a little. After taking a shower, I calmed down and remembered tomorrow's exam. "Ring-"The phone rang for a while. I picked up the receiver and heard the kind words from the class teacher: "XX, are you all ready?" "Almost, don't worry, teacher." I answered. "Almost impossible, be sure to get ready. You have a bad nose recently. Don't catch cold when you sleep at night. Bring more toilet paper tomorrow, just in case. " Like a motherly exhortation, every word is printed in my mind. "XXX, come on! You are strong and believe in yourself. Since you have applied, you will definitely be admitted. " As a father's encouragement, I keep every word in my heart. Thank you teacher!

Lens 4

Late at night, I lay in bed thinking about everything in the day, kind doctors, caring teachers and my parents, who gave me the strength and confidence to overcome everything. My heart is like a flame, illuminating the rugged road, the bright road and the victory road I will take. ...

An unforgettable day!

Argumentative writing

A string of beads

Choose honesty

Life is long and full of temptations. As a small and lonely individual, people will inevitably wander before the multiple-choice questions in life. On one ferry after another, in one danger after another, what can people choose and what should they choose?

Choose honesty. Because it is more reliable than beauty. A life without beauty may be a life without enough sparkle; But a life without integrity is a life without a glimmer of light. You may not be Pan An or Shi, but you must not lose the most basic trust of others. "People, based on sincerity, take faith as the sky." Without honesty, do you want to be a dust suspended in the world?

Choose honesty. Because it is not so much clever as foolhardy. Honesty is like a country boy, who bows his dark and broad back every day and works silently on the fertile soil of life; Smart is more like a computer hacker. He is always so witty and flexible, but he is always nervous about not revealing the truth. In the script of life, an honest and practical actor is always more popular with the audience than a treacherous and eccentric character.

Choose honesty. Because it has more meaning than money. Holding the banner of "money makes the mare go", life is doomed to be a hard and boring life, and the smell of copper will eventually bring nothing but a cold grave piled up with money; Honesty can polish the foundation of life, make life tall and full, inject intoxicating colors and rich connotations into life, and make life full of attention from beginning to end.

Choose honesty. Because it is more timely than honor. There is no one-time performance, and there is no fixed country. No one can live with the aura of honor all his life. Honor is short-lived, it is only a small piece of beautiful scenery on the journey of life, and no matter how beautiful it is, it is only a short life; But honesty is the seed to cultivate the beautiful scenery of life. If you keep working hard, you will always be beautiful. If you sow the seeds of honesty all over the earth, your life will be beautiful forever.

Choosing honesty is the right choice. Waiting for you to weigh one by one, waiting for you to screen one by one, you will suddenly find that the most fascinating thing under the veil of life is the least artificial and unpretentious frankness! You will find that life is so dull without honesty!

In the baptism of life and wind and waves, with honesty, you can sing in the most sunny mood. To die and live, integrity can't be lost!

The shoulder of history

The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes, and success or failure turns empty. The green hills are still there, the setting sun is a few degrees red, and white-haired fishermen are used to watching the autumn moon spring breeze.

A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are paid in a joke.

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Time and the past have been lost for thousands of years. Finally, in this gap of "the years are getting late", he is like a sculptor, depositing thick soil, sketching the outline of history with a plastic knife in his hand, sketching the lines of history and depicting the vicissitudes of history.

Closing the last page of the history of the Ming Dynasty, I clung to the shoulders of history and savored the joys and sorrows of the Millennium. I think those delicate lines on the shoulders of history are poems left by ancient and modern literati: Yuan Zhen's carefree "How can you brag about not getting drunk after washing all the ancient and modern people tirelessly?" It's Li Shangyin's "Saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, butterfly bewitched, monarch in love cuckoo crowing" and Li Bai's "It's dawn, it's snowing, how about a glass of wine inside? ? "But it is Su Shi's persistence of" picking up all the cold branches and refusing to live "and Yan Shu's ease of" golden wind and thin phoenix tree falling ". Standing on the shoulder of history, a delicate and soft warmth rippled in his chest, hitting fine ripples and standing on the shoulder of history.

I think that the hard line on the shoulder of history is the blood of heroes in ancient times: Huo Qubing's iron hoof on the Xiongnu grassland, Qi Jiguang's halberd swearing to heaven, Zhou Yu's gentle breaking, Tianyu's pride in Jin Jian's defeat of Japan and Huang Taiji's ambition to govern the country. Standing on the shoulders of history, it struck his heart sonorous and heartfelt.

I think that the abrupt scapula on the shoulder of history is the melancholy of ancient and modern emperors: the melancholy of the cruel criminal law of the first emperor, the melancholy of Emperor Wu's drastic reform but poor reputation, the melancholy of Yongzheng's accession to the throne in Kowloon, and the melancholy of Li Yu's unfulfilled ambition. Standing on the shoulders of history, a bitterness lingers in his chest.

On the shoulders of history, how much bitterness and pride have you borne, and how much melancholy and persistence have you witnessed? Finally, Hua Lin thanked Chun Hong for her helplessness.

Standing on the shoulders of history, overlooking.