The storm cannot make Haiyan retreat, nor can it annihilate the brilliance of human nature and the charm of truth. Let the brilliance of human nature light up the whole world!
When Esmeralda presented quasimodo with sweet and precious water, quasimodo returned with a tear of repentance and sadness, and the burning and shining water droplets spilled into the hearts of people in the audience like medieval children like oil, so the seeds of human nature began to sprout bit by bit, breaking through the imprisonment of theocracy. The people stopped mocking and insulting, and applause and admiration resounded through the audience. The light of humanity illuminates the execution ground, the church and the streets of Paris. Hugo, the author of Notre Dame de Paris, has always believed that although human nature is sometimes dark, it is bright. Darkness and light are always intertwined, and the pursuit of light is always the theme pursued by mankind. This is the charm of the world. With this belief, he shut himself in his room and used a sheepskin coat as a weapon to resist the long cold in France. After the dead of winter, he finished his masterpiece in one go. Hugo, after all, is only a moment in the long river of history. Esmeralda in the works can no longer send water to quasimodo, and Hugo in reality can no longer write, but they have left the world with shining humanity and a beautiful personality that will never change.
When Socrates drank the poisoned wine, he defended the truth with his life. As Dostoevsky said, "Everything will pass, but the truth will last forever." People may have forgotten those who persecuted Socrates to death in order to safeguard democracy, but they will never forget the great name Socrates.
When the bullet train "Harmony" collided and rushed off the bridge, it broke into several pieces in an instant and was devastated. The children's cries and cries for help touched people's hearts in this dark summer night. Police cars, fire engines and ambulances arrived quickly, and rescuers pierced their arms regardless of sharp glass to rescue trapped passengers one after another; The medical staff forgot the fatigue of the day and threw themselves into work to save lives without complaint. There are even volunteers rushing to hospitals and consultation points in the hot summer, taking pains to answer questions from their families. The front of the bullet train was buried underground forever, but people all over the country kept crying for the victims and praying for the survivors. I will always admire those drivers who died in the line of duty. The steel bars didn't let go of the brakes ... Just three years ago, the spirit of unity inspired the people, and the precious truth of humanity and life throughout history for thousands of years always lingered in the hearts of the people, bringing a breeze to this unbearable summer.
Humanity and truth, like swords and sparkling diamonds, will never disappear in the long river of history.
The narrative should be touching and the theme should be chosen correctly. For example, the siege of Berlin:
"Poor Rufu old man! He must have thought that we didn't let him watch the triumph of our army in order not to get too excited, so he didn't tell anyone about it; But the next morning, as the Prussian army was carefully marching along the road from Mayomen to Tuileries Palace, the upstairs window slowly opened, and the colonel appeared on the balcony, wearing a helmet on his head and a saber around his waist, wearing the glorious and ancient military uniform of the old cavalry in Mi Yue. I still don't understand what kind of will and sudden vitality made him stand up and dress so well. Anyway, he did stand there, just behind the railing. He was surprised that the road was so empty and silent that the shutters of every house were closed. Paris is desolate, just like the quarantine of infectious diseases in the port. Flags are hung everywhere, but they are all white and have the Red Cross on them. No one comes out to welcome our team.
"At the moment, he thought he was wrong. ...
"But no! There, just behind the Arc de Triomphe, there is an inaudible sound. In the rising sun, a dark team came ... slowly, the spire on the helmet shone and Jena's small bronze drum was knocked open. Under the Arc de Triomphe, Schubert's triumphant March sounded, as well as the sound of heavy footsteps lined up with the rhythm of the music and the clash of sabers! ……
"So, in the bleak silence of the square, I heard a sad cry:' Take up arms ... get weapons ... Prussians. At this time, the first four cavalry of the outpost could see a tall old man stumbling on the balcony waving his arms, and finally he fell straight down. This time, Colonel Rufer really died. "
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