My home is halfway up the mountain and there is no electricity. At night, I sit at the door and look into the distance, thinking about my father and mother. Although I am still young and not as sensible as an adult, I still vaguely feel worried about them, although I can't say it.
Grandma looked at me sitting there, and her shriveled eyes were always inseparable from me. Although I am thin, my grandmother is thinner than me, with wrinkles on her face and skinny hands, as if the veins stood out. Actually, you don't have to say anything. I know what grandma is thinking.
After school, I walked five miles on the mountain road and returned home. I'm hungry, and I want to find the sweet potato I hid before to satisfy my hunger. But looking for it, I just can't find it. Grandma found out long ago, and quickly told me that I cooked both the bag and the sweet potato in the pot.
Grandma looked at me disappointedly, and I also looked at the worried face that I was already familiar with.
Grandma put the sweet potato in a bowl and brought it to me.
I took the bowl with both hands, opened the sweet potato with chopsticks and gave grandma half. My grandmother held her hands and watched me eat.
Early in the morning, I was still sleeping. Grandma woke me up, dressed me, helped me prepare lunch (I brought my own lunch and ate it at school), stood at the door with my schoolbag on my back and watched me walk away. I know my grandmother is worried about me again.
I sat in the classroom, read the text aloud, and made up my mind that I must study hard and walk out of the mountains in the future. Of course, I must also take my grandmother to a distant place.
2. The composition on the topic of troubles and love grew up with a pair of hands that cared for me and a kind of love that supported me.
Perhaps I have been enjoying such care since I was born, never taking it to heart and never being touched. I can cry for my children's affection, or for the illusory sadness in TV series, but I have never said a word of love and greetings to them and their parents. Finally, no longer under their wings, as the ancients said, they left their hometown to study.
The first trip, I crossed half of China, from the land of plenty to the ice city in the north. Many people ask my parents how they are willing to let their children go so far alone. They always answer: Boys, what's there to worry about?
Even I think this is their real idea. They spent the summer vacation after the college entrance examination without feeling until they set off for Harbin. They sent me to Harbin for two days. On the third morning, I took a bus from the hotel to school, but they went to the airport. The busy admission procedures made me forget them. In the afternoon, my mother called me to take care of myself in Harbin. There was sobbing on the phone, but I still insisted on using a very clear voice.
Before I came to Harbin, my mother told me to call home at least once a week. I didn't care too much at that time, but after I really arrived in Harbin, I rarely took the initiative to call home.
3. Write a composition with the theme of "Worrying about the world first", with no less than 5 paragraphs and 500 words. "Worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later" is a famous sentence of Fan Zhongyan. It means: "worry about the world first, and then enjoy the world." Fan Zhongyan is a generation of sages, and it is even more noble to write this sentence. He can see through the world and ride alone. This is the extreme situation of human beings.
Fan Zhongyan is "worried about advancing and retreating." Always worry about the country and the people, not for yourself, and never "worry" about yourself. If he is a modern man, he must be "Zhang Side II" who serves the people wholeheartedly. Running for the cause of * * *, seeking welfare for the people of the whole country, and doing his best for the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation must be his lifelong goal.
"But when will you be happy?" So when will he be happy? Worrying about going, worrying about death, worrying about the heart, worrying about tears, worrying about things, this kind of worry is the highest state of worry, which can destroy your body. In A Dream of Red Mansions, Lin Daiyu's eyebrows are curved like two parallel moons, her charming eyes are shining with the light of stars, her sweet mouth is like a small cherry, and her hair is elegant like a faint microwave. It's a pity that such a beautiful person cries all day, suffering from illness, just like those two moons diving together, the stars and the sun are shining, and the cherry blossoms grow and fade. Give people a sense of loss and sadness. It is true that you are worried about hurting your health, so you need to be measured.
It is an axiom of modern people that people should be happy after troubles. Entertainment is also necessary. Entertainment can relax the body and mind, relieve the mental stress of modern people, and thus improve the work efficiency in the future. This is the right way of life.
Man is not a machine, so he can't work all the time, otherwise the parts often break down. Modern people are under great mental pressure. If they don't have timely entertainment to relieve stress, they will be trapped in their shells and never turn over. Entertainment is not a waste of time, but to prepare for better "worry" (work) in the future and improve work efficiency, so that work is much better than worrying about working conditions.
To sum up, I advise Uncle Zhong Yan, "Worry to a certain extent, be happy to a certain extent, and everything will succeed!" ! Please keep in mind that the way of civil and military affairs is loose. "
4. How to write a composition about worry and love.
The topic is very big and needs to be landed: What are you worried about? Love what? Don't worry about and love big and empty objects. As far as the topic itself is concerned, it is a typical relational composition.
The key to relationship composition is not to abandon one side and write only one side. If the candidate's topic only mentions "worry" at the beginning or end, and mainly writes "love" in the middle, then the article will definitely be divided into three categories.
Or conversely, Dallas to the auditorium. Of course, it is not impossible for relational composition to pay more attention to one side from worry or love, but it must be combined with the writing of the other side.
For example, if the viewpoint is "valuing love over worrying" (which reminds me of a recent debate as a judge: whether patriotism should emphasize pride or crisis), then when writing "love", we should also write "worrying" to avoid being cast aside. Of course, an in-depth discussion of the relationship between "worry" and "love" will promote a deeper conception.
Finally, if it is more serious: why does this topic put "worry" before and "love" behind? What is the relationship between "worry" and "love"? What can this relationship do? Apart from "worrying about the country and the people" to "patriotism", is "worry" to "love" also a general expression of emotional cognition? In short, this topic is very flexible and practical.
5. Write a 400-word composition on the topic of sadness and happiness. On a trip to the universe, I saw a dying blue star-the earth.
My curiosity drove me to find the answer. When I walked to the side of the earth, I was immediately shocked: the earth's hair had already fallen out, its face was bloodless, and its hands were covered with calluses, which looked like it was terminally ill.
The earth saw me coming and complained to me, "do you know how much I have contributed to mankind?" They planted saplings, wheat and grain on me, and I made them grow big and good. At that time, I was radiant and swam around in the ocean of joy all day. But now, human beings can't help but cut off my hair-tree and open a lot of factories on me, which makes me pale and thin every day. At this time, I was worried. I was really afraid that humans were destroying a part of my body, alas. "
I can't help feeling sorry for the earth Man, please take care of the earth where you live! Let the earth return to its original high-spirited state.
6. My happiness and troubles (writing) 500 words In our life, there are happiness and sadness. Happy things can make people feel happy, but we are worried that they will make our mood very bad. However, life is a bit sad and quite tasty.
Let's talk about happy things first. In fact, there are many happy things in life, such as watching TV and telling jokes. Mine is a little different. I am very happy, because I helped others, and I am very happy. I came out of the trusteeship class this afternoon and saw a classmate with a lot of things in his hand, which was about to fall off. I went over and said, "Can I help you with it?" So I took half the books in her hand and held them for her until I got to school. At the door of the class, she took my things and said to me, "Thank you! Sister. " I can't tell you how happy I was. People often say, "Help others". I am happiest whenever I try my best to help others.
After talking about happy things, let's talk about what makes me sad! I have a problem, that is, I like sleeping late. Therefore, I am not less late for school in the morning, and occasionally I will be scolded by my teacher. One morning, I was late again and was scolded by my teacher. I swear I will never be late again. I tried many ways, but my mother refused. My mother gave me a coup, turning my mobile phone and alarm clock to the maximum volume. I used this method. But the family was disturbed.
This is my joy and sorrow. It is precisely because of these two different moods that our life is more colorful!
7. Write an 800-word essay with the theme of "Trouble and Love". It is best to be original and argumentative. From the age of 16, I understand that love is only a faint sorrow in this world, not as bright as I thought. Just as I was sitting in the examination room of the college entrance examination today, I looked up and saw the cloudy sky, thinking about him, thinking about whether we would be far apart in two or three months, whether he would have a new lover or like another person, and whether I would be thrown into the wind like the ring I lost in those years and then gradually forgotten.
As long as you are in love, you will be swayed by considerations of gain and loss, no matter who. When I entered military training in high school, I was attracted by him from the first sight, and I couldn't control myself until I was in the same dormitory. Of course, such a secret can only be hidden in my heart in the throb of adolescence. Not to avoid the teacher's prohibition of puppy love, but more, it is the eyes of others. I even envy the girl who adores him. I can avoid the teacher's eyes, hand him pink letters one after another, or ask him to have dinner together. And I, although I can eat, fetch water and even take a bath with him unscrupulously, always feel that there is an insurmountable gap around me that separates us from my love. I feel imprisoned, and my sadness is growing endlessly, just like the growing beard on my lips and the little emotions that are getting out of control in my heart.
Until Yi Ru fell in love with me. I think I can use the word "love", because gradually, she takes up most of my time except studying and will avoid the teacher and invite me to dinner. Physical education class will bring me water and pass me class notes, especially running exercises, twice a day. When the team runs to the corner of the playground, I can always feel a figure looking back in front of me. Gradually, some gossip appeared among the students, and the teacher began to call our names constantly. Actually, I don't care anyway I am numb. I know I don't like Yi Ru, but I like this feeling. Impetuous youth always needs to be vented. It doesn't matter who it is
Two months later, Yi Ru and I broke up. I listened and thought lightly, and finally ended this absurd relationship. Yi Ru took out another stack of love letters and said, Sorry, he is better than you. I ... I glanced at the name that I had memorized a thousand times in my heart, and my heart ached. Yi Ru looked at me and cried, "I'm sorry, but I can't lie to you or myself!" " ! My heart hurts even more. Since I entered school, there have been no fewer girls pursuing him. Some girls are more beautiful and gentle, and even ... he has been unmoved, and I have always had hope. I just didn't expect that what he likes is just light and ordinary. I looked at Yi Ru's face and seemed to find that, perhaps, she was also beautiful. Yi Ru said, I'm sorry to hurt you like this. I said it doesn't matter. Only I know in my heart that it is not her who hurts me.
Yi Ru abandoned me that night, and I didn't go to evening self-study on the pretext of being unwell. I don't know how to face him at the same table. I don't want to see his eyes in that woman who has a complicated relationship with me, at least not today. I don't want to think about whether there will be no way out in the future
Is tossing and turning in bed, a familiar footsteps approached gently. My hand was held in confusion, and a familiar voice said, "You are single now. Do I have a chance? " Then, a ring was put on my ring finger without saying anything. I was at a loss and said, "How do you know my finger size?" "Fool." He smiled and said, "I steal your hand under the table every day." I am familiar with it. " He turned on the bedside lamp for me. I carefully looked at that pair of Cartier, which is my favorite style, but how did he know? "The last time you bought a fashion magazine for Yiru, you flipped through this advertisement. I flipped it three times before, so I remembered it." As he spoke, he took off his ring and said, "Our names are engraved on it, Jackie &; John, we want to be together forever. " It turned out that he was so careful that I burst into tears, because he helped me dry it. After that, our hands are often held in the desks under the cover of books. The classroom is full of happiness. We only watch and laugh, and don't talk about the on-off of adolescent boys and girls around us, because we are the most determined.
However, a year later, I finally lost the ring. Because I saw him with the school flower. Shouldn't love be a lifetime? Is it because our love can only exist underground that he can be unfaithful? He went back to the dormitory and saw that there was no ring in my hand, so he didn't speak. Soon, he applied for a change of dormitory and seats, and we were completely forgotten.
Putting away my thoughts, I answered the Chinese question seriously. I don't know where he will go, so maybe it doesn't matter to me where he takes the exam. I laughed at myself silently, filled in the roll paper, handed in the paper and went out.
However, he stood at the school gate, handsome and tall, bathed in the afternoon sun like a god of war, and the red convertible stopped beside him. I just remembered that I haven't seen him at school for a long time. It seems that I deliberately want to forget him, and I really buried my sadness of not seeing him in my heart. If I don't open it, it will gradually become a deliberate neglect. He came up to me and opened a box. It turned out to be the rings. He said; "You really can throw. It took me three days to find it in the grass on campus. I immigrated to America. Would you like to register with me and live in a foreign country together? "
I looked at the ring, looked at him and said, "can you wait for me for three days?" I want to finish all the subjects. "
Sunny weather is really cute. Love will experience sadness, but it must not be the end.
8. How to write that man is a perceptual animal and a direct interpreter of emotions. When you frown, it means you have something on your mind; When you start laughing, maybe some misunderstandings will disappear. Indeed, worry and happiness are the products of two different moods, but behind them lies the magical power that makes people cry.
Fan Zhongyan, a reformer in the mid-Northern Song Dynasty, interpreted a shocking story of "mixed sorrow and joy". Due to the serious social crisis in the mid-Northern Song Dynasty, the rulers had to carry out reforms in order to maintain their rule. Fan Zhongyan was ordered to participate in politics and carry out the reform of "Qingli New Deal". He forgot to eat and sleep for reform, and always frowned for saving the people in dire straits. But because the reform touched the interests of some bureaucratic landlords, Fan Zhongyan was persecuted by these people. Faced with this dark social reality, Fan Zhongyan sang a magnificent chapter of "worrying about the world first, and enjoying the world later".
As a man with conscience, he should shoulder the responsibility of enriching the country and strengthening the people. As the saying goes, "every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world", for the country and the people, it is worth worrying about! Don't give up everyone's interests because of personal interests. At this point, we should not be happy about things and should not feel sad about ourselves.
Let's take a look at the great poet Tao Yuanming's Trouble and Happiness. In the face of secular turbidity, Tao Yuanming did not go with the flow. He is willing to be a gentleman in a flower-out of mud without dyeing, out of hibiscus without demon. He is sentimental about current events, worrying about the country and the people, and it is inevitable that he will have a sense of ambition and difficulty in paying. His "worry" is a kind of helplessness to the secular world and an indignation at the extinction of the monarch's conscience. Worried and miserable, he had to live in seclusion in the mountains and enjoy the pastoral scenery. "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely" is a kind of comfort, a kind of comfort and a kind of enjoyment. It is a wise decision to live in seclusion in the mountains in order to maintain your integrity.
Helpless "worry" can only be active "happiness", which is the poet's choice beyond the secular. This kind of "worry and joy" can completely conform to one of the three realms of Guo Wei's life. "False horses are unprofitable, false boats cannot swim, and rivers cannot be cut off. Gentlemen are different and good at fake things. " This is the best interpretation of Tao Yuanming.
Worry is a feeling, joy is another feeling, but often these two feelings are the essence of life. Only by "washing away the dust and leaving me alone" can we reveal the essence of life. Life is a blue pupa. After experiencing "worry" and "joy", it became a golden butterfly.
9. Trouble and love Strictly speaking, there can be no real love without trouble, just as there can be no real hometown without a foreign land.
You should know that I love my hometown in the north very much, which is sad.
Humayi is in the north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest. It was not until I first felt the north in the southern town of Zhangjiagang that I realized that the first half of the poem was about me. The wind is blowing from the north again, across the vast wheat fields and the vast sky, across the barren wilderness, across the desolate bald forest, across the snow-covered roads and frozen rivers, all the way south, just like me, to this wet and rainy south. North, north, unconsciously, my hometown is thousands of miles away, and I am already from Jiangnan.
Dreams are always somewhere else, always where we haven't arrived or left. Didn't I come to the south firmly at that time? Didn't I really dislike some ugliness in my hometown at that time? Didn't I feel worried or angry about my hometown at that time? Then why do I really miss the life and scenery in the north in the south?
You know, where you have spent energy, time and effort, it is hard to forget; After all, where you have paid "love", you can "grow golden ears of wheat and catch a car."
My love is thousands of miles away, and my worries are close at hand. You won't blame me for leaving, will you? If you don't leave, your hometown will never reflect. This is another kind of true love, woven with sad love, I hope you know it.
In fact, my love and worries are in my hometown. The north wind is blowing in my face. At this moment, I am like a seed in the wind. There is no familiar soil around, no friends who know the roots, and no spiritual comfort. I almost burst into tears. The wind is blowing from the north, and the piercing wind has passed through the corner of my hometown, right? Sparrows are swaying in the wind again, and the vigorous and thin branches are swaying in the cold wind. Is the smog coming? The child's little hand didn't blow crack, did it?
The wind comes from the north, and the same wind blows my friends in the north and me in the south. Will they think of me? In rural hometown, children are running in the wilderness, listening to the wind and looking forward to the arrival of spring. How beautiful the spring in my hometown is, but I can't love it.
You know, China people's aesthetics are always associated with sadness, and China people's love is often mixed with tears and sadness.
The wind blows from the north and I live in the south. It is estimated that there will not be too many opportunities for me to return to the north, and it will be less and less in the future. Many of my fellow villagers in the north also live happily in the south, and some of them have not been back for many years. I don't know if they sometimes sincerely recall the distant north, the place where they grew up, the place where they left joy and pain, and the hometown where the local accent is hard to change.
Later, I thought: Thanks for coming to a foreign land. In a foreign land, on the axis of "worry" and "love", I really thought about who I am and where I should go.