Zhou Zhijun

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On April 1 2003, Leslie Cheung, a Hong Kong movie star and singer known as "Big Brother", jumped from his hotel building and took his own life at the age of 46. On April Fool's Day, he played a big joke on his fans and his precious life.

Chechen explosion, Palestinian-Israeli conflict, prisoner abuse in the United States, coal mine flooding, house collapse, lovelorn suicide, network death-

These heavy topics remind people again and again how precious life is.

How much do you know about life? How much do you care about life? Please write an article on the topic of "Caring for Life". The topic is self-made, the concept is self-made, and the genre is self-selected. Not less than 800 words.

[Idea Guidance]

"Caring for life" is a topic with strong times and rich connotations. It is also a topic that is less difficult to examine. Therefore, everyone knows that everyone will talk about this topic. Students often find writing difficult. This is because an accurate examination of the topic does not mean profound thoughts. When I say profound, I mean deep excavation, rich connotation and profound analysis. If we think deeply about this problem when writing,

On this topic, we can ask [why put forward such a topic at present? "What are the phenomena of" caring for life "and" ignoring life "?" [What harm will indifference bring to life? "How should we treat and solve these problems?" What is the most urgent problem to be solved in this topic? [What is the practical significance of caring for life? "How should we care for life?" -

From this, we can think:

Life is fragile. We need to take better care of it. The connotation of life consciousness is not only reflected in caring for one's own life, but also in caring for the lives of others. As a member of society, we share the love of others every day: parents, relatives and friends, familiar friends, and strange social devotees-when you withdraw love [deposits] at will, has there ever been a [deficit] in your account? Just like saving first and then spending, [love deposit] can't just ask for a penny. [Give someone a rose. The hand is fragrant. "That is the fragrance of happiness. Love of beauty, [caring for life] is a responsible attitude towards life, ignoring one's own life. People who trample on other people's lives are sad and hateful, because they or they bring sadness, pain and even hatred. We should have a "caring heart" for all life. We should not only care about our own kind, but also care about other life on earth. Because their existence is closely related to us in the unique biosphere, it is also because of their existence that the planet we live in is more colorful and more caring for life. We should also pay attention to ways and means. The growth of life has its natural laws. Improper nursing is killing life and caring for life.

In the form of writing, you can write novels, express your love for life with vivid plots, write narratives, select an event from your own personal experience to narrate, associate other similar events nearby, enrich and improve the content of your composition with the details of other events, write essays, create a warm and beautiful world of "caring for life", write argumentative papers, directly tell the meaning of caring for life growth, and capture some events in the form of fragment combination.

[excellent example]

Life is precious.

Yan Zugang, Class 3 (6)

Hundreds of people struggled for more than ten hours for a young life in a deep well.

Blind parents built ladders for people who are not afraid of mud and stones with their thin shoulders for their one-year-old children.

For the grandson who is sleeping in her arms, the 70-year-old grandmother has made the greatest shelter with her fragile back-

For living. We are indomitable, for life. As always, we are. Because life is precious. Precious life needs our care. It deserves our concern.

Life comes from nature. This is both difficult and dangerous. Any slight environmental change will lead to premature death of life. Look at the extinction of many species, and you will know how fragile life groups are. Personally, they are weaker and more vulnerable. Needless to say, human beings are threatened by diseases and disasters. It is more difficult for small creatures to survive in nature, but the power of life is shocking. Even weak animals and plants are not. Tiny seeds cherish the gift from heaven. They continued to work hard. The roots went down desperately. The bud squeezed up hard. Even in hard stone piles, they are not afraid. Just to receive the love of the breeze and the bath of the sun, a little ant didn't waste his rare life. He is diligent and busy. Gecko in the corner can give up his tail without hesitation in order to prolong his life. These humble animals and plants can't bear to die in vain. Work hard.

Life is great. Life is noble. No one will give up life easily. Everyone's heart is full of longing for life. So do healthy people. So do people with physical disabilities. Healthy people work hard for the good health given by their parents. Incomplete life, strive for the persistence of life. When we appreciate the stars and experience the magic of the universe, Hawking is exploring unknown substances in the universe with his two movable fingers. When we swam across the lake and rippled in the blue breeze, Hasenmayer was exploring the mystery of the bottom of the deep lake. When we opened the books and enjoyed one pleasing article after another, the bed collapsed, and Zhang Haidi might be struggling to write her yearning for life. When we stopped in the Woods and watched the dead leaves falling in the rustling autumn wind, Shi Tiesheng might be immersed in the reverie of life. These incomplete lives work hard for life without regrets, because they know that life is unyielding.

Montaigne once said, "Our life is endowed by nature. It is superior. " Life is precious. Without it, we will have nothing. But many living people always don't cherish the right to live. They treat themselves at will, and even trample on other people's lives: Chechen explosion, Palestinian-Israeli conflict, prisoner abuse by the US military, coal mine flooding, house collapse, lovelorn suicide, online death-these heavy incidents.

When you are breathing, when your heart is beating, please remember: life is precious, precious life, care for life, and play the strongest voice that touches your heart.

[opinion]

Firstly, this paper outlines three shocking scenes of caring for life with concise pen and ink, and points out the value of life. Then it reveals the fragility, struggle and persistence of life by quoting, citing and comparing, and profoundly expounds the significance of cherishing and caring for life. The full text is rich in materials and accurate in analysis. Many sentences are concise, chewy and thought-provoking, especially for the sake of incomplete life.

A little deficiency is that the fifth paragraph (that is, several examples of weak animals and plants) is not concise enough.

Let the fire of life burn

The vast wilderness is endless. When the ape-man walked out of the forest and embarked on a journey, was his heart at a loss? The road ahead is long. Not to mention a tiger with teeth. Not to mention the greedy eyes of the serpent. Cold wind, ice and rain alone are enough to make him miserable. However, a flash of lightning pierced the sky and brought hope to life. Yes, that's it. Fuoco!

Fire is hope. With fire, human beings have the basic strength for survival and development. Use fire to drive away wild animals and resist the cold. Humans can survive, reclaim land, build homes, cook food with fire, and bid farewell to unpalatable raw meat. Humans can grow and develop with fire. Why else would Shakespeare be here? Hamlet shouted: [Man, the spirit of the universe, the spirit of all things! "How can there be such a civilized and prosperous earth? Fire is the hope of mankind.

Hope is a flame. A promising life is like the warmth, vitality and smell of a fire. A life without hope is like ice water without life. It is cold and lifeless. I'm depressed all day. Because there is no fire.

What made Sima Qian bear the burden of humiliation? He traveled all over Qian Shan, searching for historical sites, collecting information and enduring secular cynicism. Eventually become [historian's swan song. "This is disorganized? It is hope. It is the hope of "the change from ancient times to modern times, and the words of a family".

What makes a miner go deep underground but struggle to survive? It is hope. Is the hope of survival. Like a fire. It shows the potential of life and excavates human instinct. After dozens of days of torture, I made up my mind. It doesn't give up. It won't back down.

What kept Zhong Nanshan calm in the face of the devastating attack of SARS? What makes angels in white go forward and face up to SARS? It is hope. It is the hope of winning. This is the only way to keep moving forward in rapids and thorns.

The charm of hope is that it can stimulate your inner potential even in adversity.

The greatness of hope lies in sailing forward even if it is unfortunate.

The power of hope lies in that even if failure frustrates the present, it can inspire you to keep moving forward.

Hope is like a fire. Light up your life. Let life be reflected in the burning. Show real value in the light.

Then please light the fire of your life. Let the burning flame reflect the true self. Light up your way forward. Let life be eternal in creating truth, goodness and beauty!

[Comment] This composition is based on the composition [fire] of the quality inspection topic of senior three in 2004. The author draws a central argument from the great effect of fire on human beings: fire is the hope of human beings. Then three examples are used to demonstrate from different angles. Sima Qian ignited his ideal with fire. The miners ignited their desire for survival with fire. Zhong Nanshan used fire to ignite his belief that he would win. These examples are true.

(Shude School's 2004 Excellent Quality Inspection Composition for Senior Three was written by Teacher Zhou Zhiteng)

Grass of life

Zhu Yi Mudu Experimental Primary School Class 6 (2)

I don't know when. I opened my sleepy eyes. I don't know when. I cried. But it's still hazy It's still dark-

I know that wet and muddy objects are called soil, and I know that I must break through the soil with tender leaves. I supported it with weak strength. I tried again and again. I failed again and again. Finally, I saw the harsh golden light and heard the crisp birdsong.

Look at yourself, full of vibrant green. Although I am very young, I still smile very contentedly. I can look around. I saw the white lily standing gracefully. I saw the delicate and delicate roses emitting a delicate fragrance. I bowed my head in inferiority. I understand that I am so slow. So weak. So insignificant-

Like pine and cypress, I release oxygen and absorb carbon dioxide to make the air fresh and pure. But people just keep praising the green pines and cypresses. I can't be favored. All I get is fleeting light.

Autumn leaves are full of sadness. I have turned yellow, too. I recall the past: I decorated the earth with a green body, set off flowers, purified the air with a weak body, and silently dedicated my humble body to mankind. What can I get?

At this moment, a sweet voice sounded in my ear: [Look, how lovely this grass is! How tenacious the vitality is! "My heart is trembling. It turns out that I am as rich and fresh as a pool of clear water. I have also contributed to the earth like flowers and green trees. I have also been appreciated by people. A burst of joy came to my mind. My life is also wonderful. Although I am gradually drying up and disappearing, I will still be green, lovely, silent and dedicated next spring. I still have no regrets-

[Recommendation] The whole article shows us the indomitable vitality and lofty ideological realm of a weak life by anthropomorphic means. After reading it, it is alarming and inspiring.

Note: This article was published in April 2002.

Song of men

I want to sing a song. This is a song of life.

At 4: 30 on July 7, 2003, I took it out as before. Although the exam is approaching, reading newspapers is still my habit for many years. My eyes crossed the first edition, the second edition and the fifteenth edition. Suddenly, my eyes flashed: Iranian conjoined sisters are going to have separate operations! With a scream, the photos of the two sisters caught my attention. Except for a part of the skull, they are no different from ordinary people. Only two pairs of bright eyes with a little melancholy, but full of longing for the future. When I learned that they were all 29 years old, I was surprised again: where did they get such great courage? This operation is a narrow escape! I am really worried about them. Faced with the threat of death, both sisters are willing to leave the hope of life to each other. What a beautiful heart!

On July 8, I got the newspaper. I broke the routine and went straight to the fifteenth edition. According to my inference, this news should be reported continuously. As expected, almost all the pages published the news. However, the eye-catching title makes me feel cool: the operation is in trouble! I feel the air around me is frozen. I can only hear my own heartbeat. It turns out that their skulls are thicker than expected, so the operation needs more time. The doctor can only cut one millimeter at a time. I'm even more scared than them. All I can do is pray for them. Pray again.

On July 9, when the time came, I hurried downstairs and quickly took out the newspaper. I can't wait to turn to page 15. [Oh, how did that happen! "My voice shouted. I can hardly believe my eyes. However, the newspaper clearly wrote the news of the death of the two sisters. Suddenly, my nose is sore. My cheeks are covered with crystal tears. The photos of the two sisters were enlarged and published in the newspaper. However, their smiles have become eternal-even the first sister has overcome various difficulties in the past 30 years. The scene of tenacious life flashed before my eyes. Now, for a better tomorrow.

I really want to sing a song for the two sisters. A beautiful and sad song with tears. While I am proud of their beautiful life music, I wish them good luck on their way to heaven. Perhaps this is the song that the two sisters want to sing most in their hearts, which is known all over the world. This is a song that pursues life at the expense of death-

Bamboo of life

Author: Liu Gewei

When the long spring breeze blows the branches of willows green, when the sweet spring rain wets the eyebrows of the grass, the bamboo forest is covered with hairy pointed tails, that is, bamboo shoots. They snuggled up to the handsome tall bamboo, enjoying the rain and trying to grow up. At this time, bamboo shoots are delicious on the table. People can make them into all kinds of delicious food and enjoy them to their heart's content. More bamboo shoots continue to grow. One height a day. At this time,

Here comes the summer god. Bamboo shoots have grown into green bamboo. In this hot summer, breathless people found their ideal small world _ _ bamboo forest. The children are playing games here. Students are reading books here. The old man enjoys the cool here. Everyone feels extremely comfortable. Dense bamboo leaves blocked the scorching sun. Although they are burned by the sun, they will not give in. Give them a cool breeze once in a while.

In autumn, leaves wither and flowers are scarce. The grass on the ground and the rice in the field make up a golden world. However, in the bamboo forest, it is still full of spring, because here, whether you look up or bow, it is all green. Autumn is the harvest season. The fruit on the mountain and the rice in the field are all harvested, and bamboo is always ready to sacrifice and dedicate itself. People use them to weave bamboo baskets.

The cold winter is coming. Almost all the plants froze to death. Although bamboo is not as strong as pine trees, it has to fight against snow like pine trees. It was crushed by the heavy snow, but it didn't fall down. It was bent by the cold wind, but it never gave in. It finally survived the severe winter. At this time, bamboo is indomitable.

I like bamboo. It always attracts me. It guides my indomitable spirit and keeps me moving forward.

An example of composition with the theme of "life"

Zhang guangxiang

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At the Australian Open not long ago, a bird suddenly flew into the court. It was killed by a flying tennis ball. The player who hit the bird immediately stopped the game. He ran to the bird and knelt down-

The 75-year-old man from Heilongjiang Province left his hometown with his mother 10 1 year-old, and traveled all over China, just to let his mother see this beautiful world more in her lifetime.

People have different understandings and behaviors in front of life. Please write an article on [life]. What you write must be within the scope of [life].

Wonderful life

Heyi

The creator created life and made the world full of vitality. Life thrives in the long river of history and shines brilliantly. Life is for the wonderful.

Seneca once said: [Life is like a fable. Its value lies not in the length, but in the content. "Life can only be radiant, and it does not disgrace its meaning.

In the long river of history, countless heroes have made life and death choices in order to make their lives wonderful. Qu Yuan shed tears in Luojiang, the great warrior Jing Ke. For a wonderful life, he sang "the wind blows the water and cools it." A strong man will never return "and shed blood in Xianyang Temple. For Wen Tianxiang, who has never died since ancient times, she is immortal because she has kept her heart and her sweat. The girl who built the lake as a "Qingming girl" let Qiu Jin die by the sword of Qing dog for a wonderful life. Countless heroic sons and daughters are unwilling to be ordinary, giving their lives for justice and making their lives shine.

Life needs to be wonderful. Brilliant burning life.

Pasteur said: "Life is real life in the most dangerous environment". Grass grows in the ruins, showing its wonderful life. The pine tree stands on the cliff, showing its wonderful life. The camel runs in the desert, showing its wonderful life. Only wonderful life can last forever in the universe.

Life has to be wonderful to be meaningful. A wonderful life is meaningful.

Van Gogh's life was integrated with sunflower, and the essence of art was left to mankind. His life is wonderful, Beethoven's life is dedicated to music, and mankind is awakened by the song of life. His life is also wonderful, and Marx devoted his whole life to the cause of * * *. His life was also wonderful, and Kong Fansen devoted his whole life to the people of Lankao. His life is equally wonderful-Ba Jin said: [A cold life.

Grass gives green to spring. It makes its life wonderful and clear. It makes its sweetness flow into the hearts of thirsty people. It makes its life wonderful and sunny. It transmits warmth to the cold winter. It makes its life wonderful.

Flowers bloom not for withering, but for results, and the results are not for ending, but for rebirth, and so is life!

Make life wonderful!

Vernal equinox flower

Xie Juan

What I saw. Put out. Disappeared Remember.

I stood at the ends of the earth and heard the soil sprout.

Waiting for the flowers on the other side-

Maybe everyone has been guarding the flowers of life all his life. Maybe it was Van Gogh's Passionate Sunflower. Maybe it was the bright fireworks that lit up the night sky at that moment-but flowers are always on the other side of life! Always waiting for our arrival. Waiting for the flowers to bloom. Wait-

Therefore, we call it the flower on the other side.

Kafka once designed four endings for Prometheus who was bound: hiding in a stone or being forgotten, or-but he didn't design an ending: Prometheus stole fire for mankind and flowers bloomed on the other side of the earth. When it was pecked by a vulture, I thought its heart was happy. Life is complete. Because they can hear the sound of flowers!

I think this is the true meaning of life. However, for the moment when flowers bloom, our life can't be as legendary as Zenromesius. With colorful descriptions, the flowers on the other side will bloom all over the world. Human life still has a soul. The soul needs an outlet, so it is doomed to be incomplete. So, when we cross the height of life, let the soul fly and listen to the sound of flowers-

Facing the rising sun, flocks of flying birds and the boundless sea, we lament the beauty of life and the kindness of the creator.

While helping the elderly who are in their twilight years, holding the pure newborn baby and trying to enjoy it under their parents' knees, they also lamented the preciousness of human affection.

After decades of ups and downs, in front of the lovers who walked hand in hand through life, we lamented the sacredness and loyalty of love-

When our souls have the best feelings in the world, life will sprout quietly. Flowers will bloom in our eyes. We will engrave them deeply in our hearts. Slowly, they will give off a faint fragrance and hold the heartstrings tightly. As soon as we turn around, the angel of love will stand on the branch and look at the blooming flowers on the other side of our hearts-

Because the flowers are blooming. So happiness. Because of happiness. So life is valuable. For living. We are looking for love. Looking for good human feelings. Waiting for the sound of flowers-

Face life. Flowers bloom on the other side.

On Life in Ancient China Culture

Lv Jun

Whether it's cutting off your head like a watermelon. Or in the novel Kill All, it seems that the impression given is that China's life, whether human or demon, is not so valued. At least in some literary works, old Huang Man Wenbing is extremely unlucky. However, he wants to get a small official. He told Song Jiang. He had him tied to a post and given to life like a Beijing roast duck. When Song Wu killed Zhang Jiandu, he might want to try the blade. So he put it. "Five thousand beheadings" in Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Is this life? Nothing is as good as dirt.

That is the work of Mr Guan Hanqing, who is known as one of the "great tragedies in the history of China". I think it's not just that little woman's tragedy. It's really sad: Guan doesn't know if it's to sublimate the plot or to drink too much. He neglected how poor his life was. He made a weak woman swear a vicious oath before she died. Just to curse a few faint officials [with sores on their heads and pus on their feet] There must have been three feet of snow and drought. However, we turn a blind eye to many lives that died of hunger and cold. In class, we talk about how clever it is to analyze the plot and make the finishing point.

Therefore, in the minds of China people, life-mainly the enemy's-is worthless, regardless of the enemy's love, enemy's old enemy and class enemy. This idea has penetrated in ancient times, modern times and even contemporary times. It seems to have been deeply branded in the minds of Chinese people, mostly through the hands of artists. It is far away among thousands of unlucky ghosts in China, Japan and the Three Kingdoms. It's like a piece of fallen soldiers. Or; The movie is like an American soldier who crushed an ant and was beaten flat. When our blood is boiling, it is easy to forget one thing: life!

In this way, of course, there have been a large number of literary works describing how to endanger life. In [unprecedented], artists took up [swords and spears] and stabbed their enemies. How many brothers turned against each other and separated? I can't enumerate the facts. For example, the trend of eating ghosts and ghosts at that time. Ever since people became [

I remember that a few years ago, the composition topic of the college entrance examination was "Overcoming Vulnerability". Quite a few teachers changed it to something like this: both parents died shortly before the exam-but I finally overcame my fragility and walked into the examination room. It seems impossible to criticize the candidate. In order to render the artistic effect, the predecessors have made the weak woman swear poison. Today's candidates can certainly send their parents to the crematorium on the test paper, thus winning high marks.

Flowers and caterpillars

Jamesin

Someone once asked me: which are you more afraid of, flowers or caterpillars? I remember laughing before answering the question. I laughed at him for asking me such a stupid question. But after a year, I think about it now. This question is still worth pondering.

Flowers, a supernatural thing known as the "soul of life", have extraordinary temperament and charm. Every drop of rain and dew is willing to stick to its pink face until it dries up. Every bee is willing to be busy for a lifetime. Everyone will be ecstatic because of her beauty for no reason.

Flowers have such charm. Why should I be afraid of them?

No one doesn't love flowers. No one doesn't hate flower-eating caterpillars. Occasionally, it will be creepy to see a caterpillar committing a crime under the leaves. At first glance, it's disgusting, like a devil devouring a beautiful heart. Everyone is afraid of such a devil, and I have no reason not to be afraid.

Yes I always like flowers. I'm afraid of Mao Mao. But when I saw a caterpillar die between people's fingers, I suddenly felt the horror of flowers. Because I realized the fragility of life. In an instant, a life disappeared from this world. It didn't disappear so sadly, because it was a small enemy I was afraid of. If it is a flower, as long as its petals fall gently, I will be sad.

I don't know why. The death of the caterpillar made me sad. Because it brought flowers to the border of death? No, because its death is as tragic as a flower. It can survive in people's contemptuous eyes and die without saying a word. This is the existence of life. Its death also represents the disappearance of a flower-like life. As a result, the lives of flowers and caterpillars are pathetic. Their lives are full of the brilliance of reason.

Every life in the world is a flower. Whether people, animals or plants, their lives are tenacious and fragile.

Life is like a delicate glass. Can't stand the impact of natural and man-made disasters. It was smashed into a bright place. Every piece is transparent, and life is like a beautiful flower that can't stand the ravages of wind, frost, rain and snow. It falls into a delicate and charming place. Everything is warm.

Every life is fragile and precious. I was afraid of caterpillars before I died. The caterpillar after death makes me respect life. Breaking the life of "invincible flowers".

Ascending arc

Chen Wanyu

Half of your life doesn't belong to you-inscription

I live on a warm bird. Everything here is so beautiful. It seems that spring is always around us.

My birth was extremely sad. When I opened my eyes, a beautiful arc crossed in the darkness. It is neither beautiful nor romantic. Later, I learned from my partner that my mother was stiff. I was born an orphan!

But the beauty of childhood masks all the pain of being an orphan. As long as I want, I can keep shuttling among the leaves, enjoying the bright sunshine and tasting sweet food. A carefree life makes me fat. Soon I found that my old coat no longer suited me. A few weeks later, I took off four sets of clothes. These are obvious unknowns (to me). During my childhood sunbathing, I didn't have to think about what they meant to me.

I still eat my leaves endlessly. Until one day my elders told me: [Son, you are a moth. Do you know that?/You know what? "I'm at a loss. I have never heard of such a term. [Oh] So is my mother? Shall I draw an arc, too?

Day after day. Mysterious changes are taking place. My body can't hold on any longer, shrinking into a pupa. I'm not who I used to be. Things have changed. Looking at the still bright sunshine, I was speechless.

In the process of growing up, I thought about the end of my life countless times. It's really like an arc across the sky. Maybe it's like a ray of sunshine turning into a ray of light?

Now I finally understand the meaning of "moth". I have pink wings. When I vibrate, there is wind around me. When I meet the sun. Vibration. Vibration. Vibration. Every flicker becomes a vanishing wind. My life has completed the mission of "moth" in this flash. My partner left me with the last hope. I stayed alone in the windward, looking for the harbor where I set sail at the last moment of my life.