Stupidity is not necessarily a blessing. The longer you live, the greater your courage. I want to be coarse and fine, and so do you. You may not understand what you insist on and pay, but you have a heart of recognition and tolerance.
I'm not as good as you, a born disorderly minister, who only deserves to be sent away, but I don't know the way home, but I deliberately reserve my life and death. Only when fate decides, will there be a thousand-year-old string song playing for me. At that time, I should laugh in the grave. This is not a virtue, this is just a natural pleasure! You should be embarrassed to discipline: "The girl's family background is too strong-"I wronged: "There is only one life, and you will forget Sichuan in the next life. Who will remember who? " Just once. You have the heart to forbid me? You can't stand it! You and I were originally non-intersecting and non-parallel curves, but fate presupposed contingency for unknown reasons. Fortunately, you are born with good communication skills, and I, a half-reserved and half-crazy person, am also easy to get along with people. So I was very happy and hit it off.
Suppose you and I don't come to the end of life, can you go beyond forgetting Sichuan? Mollermo Hughes' ladle can't stand the persistence of the world! I got married when I wanted to find you. I look down! Your ex-lover, who worked for me, polished the pearl to the extreme, and I entrusted them to continue to finish the unfinished work, and then dispersed the next day, perfectly completing the fate that ended in your destiny, my destiny. My fate, being with you, suddenly disappeared, and I gave back my crimson pearl itself. And you became a relic! Give up, give up, give up, no! So I am very gentle. Because it was only once.
Any course of life is like chewing wax and spitting meaningless smiles. Not self-punishment, but past lives. By virtue of the Covenant, it springs from the dripping water of the past life. How many tears can a person shed and have a lifetime? Can it be complete? It doesn't matter, there will always be a day when the dust settles. When there is no time, it will haunt the next life. If you love sowing, you should be born underground, and the front of the world will change your neck. On the day of death, you will be killed! Are you a Buddhist bastard who fled Zen for me in a previous life? Why do I understand the opportunity in this life? Maybe you failed. You should prove it again through me. Otherwise, I will come to you in this life, and all the causes and consequences in this life are impermanent.
It's not that Hua Shao is bald, but that Liu Hui is cursed by God. I urge you to seize the opportunity! You have to understand that the road of the world is chaotic, and it was not designed for you and me. When I am worried about you, you have to imagine how to hide my tears, how to hide my lonely rouge, and how the world adjusts my hair. So what can I do with this word?
Clinging to the happiness in the world is also an unspeakable pain that cannot be outlined from the beginning. We choose to break this chapter. No matter how unfinished it is, it can only continue.
2. Taken out of context according to the topic, this is also the setting and noisy sound of Jingle Bells. Opposite the teaching building, there is a house under construction.
That's where the sound came from. As far as I can remember, this building has been under construction since I walked into this school. It's almost a year now, and it has changed from the initial foundation to the semi-finished product that is about to be completed.
Rain or shine, the sound of Jingle Bells never stops, every day, every day, and never stops. When taking a nap after class, you can see the construction workers are working through the window.
Some are moving bricks, some are transporting mud, and some are building houses ... I have never heard them complain about "tiredness" or "bitterness", but I often see them rubbing their sore waist; I have never heard them complain about too much work, but I often see their clothes soaked with sweat; I have never heard them complain about the dangers of work, but I often see scars on their hands.
3. Read the following materials and write a complete chapter as required (Wei) 1935 10. In October, Mr. Bian wrote a poem. He pondered it over and over again, read it carefully, deleted one place and added a few words.
After his painstaking efforts, there are only four sentences left in the original long poem: you are standing on the bridge watching the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.
Therefore, he named it "Broken Chapter". He said that he was only satisfied with these four sentences, so he took it. Although the sentence is good, it is broken.
I received a gift from my parents on my eleventh birthday, and this poem was included in that book. I thought it was good at first, but I thought it was more unique and beautiful than other poems.
Now that I remember it again, I wonder, has he ever collapsed? You are standing on the bridge, looking at the running water under the bridge, you are looking at the water silently, and a pair of eyes are looking at you silently. The bright moon paints your windowsill silver, illuminates your sleeping face and sends it into another person's dream.
Is it broken? I seem to see a line connecting those two people. It seems unintentional, but it is intentional. It's not the first time for you to see her, and it's not the first time for you to let the running water wash away your inner loneliness.
But you are not lonely at all, because there are always a pair of eyes waiting for you. He is not lonely at all, because someone always meets him in his dream. I think of us again.
I was distracted in class and listened attentively to the birds singing outside the window. I thought spring had really come, and the college entrance examination was really near. I thought of the sky outside the window again, but I didn't know that the birds on the branches had mocked me several times from beginning to end. It's raining, and my mother is washing shoes in the bathroom.
First she sat, then she squatted. She staggered and began to hum songs, first old songs, then pop up a few popular songs, and sometimes deliberately raised her voice to enjoy herself.
She amused herself there alone, but she didn't know that I was sitting in the living room staring at her little white hair for more than ten minutes. Grandpa kept his eyes closed. He may be really tired.
He said that when he went out of the plain to go to school in the city alone, he endured humiliation and earned money to support his family. He said that he had struggled with the disease for so long that he finally had to go home alone.
He lay there quietly reviewing his life, but he didn't know that I still remember those afternoons when we walked by the river together. It is true that we are all lonely, but the torch-like eyes and gentle dreams, the charming sky outside and the time that slipped away quietly, the sadness of rainy days, and the quiet and beautiful afternoon seem to be "to be continued", connecting countless seemingly isolated and fragile individuals together.
This chapter has never been broken. Are you alone? Meeting (Liu Luyang) Life is a big meeting.
Leaning against the railing, absorbed in meditation, inadvertently decorated other people's dreams. This wonderful meeting makes the moon bright and the dream fragrant, even though you and I will never meet again.
Therefore, I am eager to meet, no matter what the plot is, I always look forward to all kinds of things happening. It's a sunny noon. I took a book and sat in the pavilion. Under the reflection of water, sunlight reflects a series of flowing light waves between the eaves. I looked down and met the little kingfisher.
Long beak, bright feathers, yes, who would have thought to meet it in this campus? It strolls by the pool, sometimes tidying its feathers, and sometimes diving into the water to hunt, and no one is watching. I am glad in my heart, but I dare not disturb.
The study of senior three kept me trapped in a room for a long time and forgot the real person. Come here today, please accompany me at this moment.
You will leave eventually. You don't even know what joy you brought me, but this moment of meeting is eternal in my heart. When I go through this bittersweet, monotonous and sad journey and look back, I will never forget this small dancing figure that belongs to you at noon. Please stay a little longer.
A little longer. It was a downpour that brought us together.
I never like rain. It always wets my trouser legs and makes people uncomfortable. Unfortunately, however, the rain stuck us on the bus and at the traffic lights a few stops away from the school. We recognized the stranger's face through the school uniform and finally decided to get off and run. Only a dozen of us are running on the empty avenue.
Where we ran, the water splashed and mixed with the falling rain. "Be careful ..." We reminded each other.
As soon as I entered the school gate, I dispersed, and no one knew anyone. Sitting in the classroom, listening to the rain outside the window is getting louder and louder. I'm a little disappointed and inexplicably moved. I ran in the heavy rain for the first time in my life. That's not a lonely cry, not a desperate vent. Really support each other with a group of strangers. This meeting is so beautiful and full of youth.
A folk singer met Guan's pigeon in the lush grass of the boat and wrote a poem. Cowherd meets Weaver Girl, leaving a myth reprinted in the starry sky, even though the Milky Way has drawn the distance to endless distance.
So many strangers in a strange time and place, because of accidental meeting, the situation of life is different from now on. Once they meet, they will win countless people. "You are standing on the bridge watching the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams. "Where is the next meeting in half a month? Scenery Dream (Xie Xianzhi) When you read "Broken Chapters" on the side, imagine such a picture: in the spring rain, the tourists at the bridgehead are immersed in the spring scenery with uneven greenery, the evening breeze is a little warm, and there are insects buzzing in their ears, completely unaware of the eyes of the people in front of the building.
It's a thousand words and a thousand emotions, and the moon shines through the window and casts a bright and mottled shadow. I tossed and turned in my dream, but turned to the roof, waiting for someone to catch my sight, and you didn't know when I was on the bridge or upstairs.
On the bridge, upstairs, how many windows are connected with dreams. This little poem without love words can easily remind you of Xiaoping's first love story. The reserved and shy upstairs person was so gentle that he didn't say a word and stubbornly let the moonlight tell for him.
Read this poem as a love poem! You will naturally think that this is a poem written by Bian. The poet looked at his sweetheart's life upstairs and hid his heart all his life. He only allowed it to be revealed in his pen, but it was so obscure that he dared not say it out loud. Meet in several dreams, dreams.
According to the topic taken out of context, this is also a landscape.
Jingle bells has another voice. Opposite the teaching building, there is a house under construction. That's where the sound came from.
As far as I can remember, this building has been under construction since I walked into this school. It's almost a year now, and it has changed from the initial foundation to the semi-finished product that is about to be completed.
Rain or shine, the sound of Jingle Bells never stops, every day, every day, and never stops. When taking a nap after class, you can see the construction workers are working through the window. Some are moving bricks, some are carrying mud and some are building houses. ...
I have never heard them complain about being "tired" or "bitter", but I can often see them rubbing their sore waist; I have never heard them complain about too much work, but I often see their clothes soaked with sweat; I have never heard them complain about the dangers of work, but I often see scars on their hands.
I have been tossing about the topic of broken chapters for more than an hour, but I still don't know where to start when faced with a blank sheet of paper. I
Holding a pen, staring at a book, my mind is full of thoughts.
About the topic
It's not that I don't know what to write, but I have too many fragmentary feelings, but I don't know how to write.
It is organized by words. This is the third time that I have used "Chapter" as a topic. I wrote the first two articles.
It became a running account. I can't help but think of this every time I can't find the composition center.
Title. Greedy enough to write everything, self-abased enough to find that I can't control myself.
Empty thinking.
Out of chapter, out of chapter. It's broken, but hope is broken.
About friends
When I am alone, I often walk in my memory. At times like this, I always become
Sentimental The parting I will face because of my landing reminds me of many times before.
Things. Friends are friends when they meet, but there are always only one or two good friends. if I ...
I will be honest with you and talk to you as a good friend. Because of the heavy feelings, so
I have always been very persistent with my friends. Be persistent in being kind to a person, and be persistent in worrying every day.
Whether her body is well and her mood is clear. Because it is too emotional, it makes it become.
My burden.
I will reflect on whether I did something wrong because I was unhappy, and I will be because
In order to remember how good my old friends were to me, I missed the opportunity to make new friends.
Finally, feelings are just a cocoon to me.
About writing
It's only about two or three years since I really started my own creation, which should be regarded as a late start.
All right. I started writing because of my friends. When one day I was holding an article without any plagiarism
When I showed my friend the trace composition, she praised me and invited me to participate in the "new outline" with her.
After reading it, I almost didn't send it. Even if there was no news, I was full of joy.
From then on, I began to write.
I like writing prose best. Different from the constraints of exam composition or other compositions, it
Free play is the direction of the heart. I haven't read many books, and I can't read them.
In gorgeous words, most of the memories written down are called "Yesterday", and they are all
Traces of my life. I always tell others that I don't write to go to the examination room.
High score, I just want to record my life and record every wonderful moment that I may forget.
This reason may sound silly, but I think it's pure.
End of movement
Friends and writing are now the two most important parts of my life. Even if I know
Friends occasionally make me sad and disappointed; My composition has neither literary talent nor depth.
Few people want to see it except myself. But I still love him persistently.
Son, it doesn't matter if persistence turns into paranoia.
Because they are my spiritual pillar and my unswerving courage to live.
6. Composition (40 points) Flowers, trees, fish, insects, birds and animals in nature are all landscapes, which refer to the customs of human society. Example: People who enjoy the scenery here are watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams, just as Bian said in Broken Chapters.
People who look at the scenery need to have a pure heart to see the world scenery, so that you can find the scenery outside the scenery. From tomorrow on, be a pure-hearted person and learn to look around with appreciation. You will see the scenery everywhere.
Why do you travel for so long just to reach the top of that mountain? All the other mountains are dwarfed under the sky. ? Why hunger and thirst, only for the goal and the end, and ignore the way? Perhaps, when you reach the peak or destination, your mood changes, your interest disappears, and the scenery naturally fades. So, let's break free with a pure heart and feel the beauty of the scenery along the way.
The purity of the heart lies in whether you can calm down and feel and understand. What is a landscape? There is no scenery in the world, but more people appreciate it and it becomes a scenery.
Scenery is everywhere, and everyone has their own different views. But in my opinion, the most beautiful scenery is not a deliberate pursuit, but an unintentional glimpse in leisure.
People in the world should be like Taogong. Since you can't enjoy the prosperity of your official career and realize your ambitions, why should you "care for the poor and the rich"? So, he left, left the scenery of officialdom, returned to the countryside and breathed fresh air. I saw his soul dancing among the green mountains and green waters. Tao Gong is a model. He didn't pursue a scenery forever. When he looked back, he found that the green mountains and green waters were the destination of his life.
What you say is not only courage, but also pure inner drive. Let's travel, and feel the scenery along the way with pure heart, which will benefit a lot.
"Just go that way and don't stop to pick flowers to keep them fresh, because the flowers will continue to bloom along the way." Tagore said this in his poem.
Looking back today, it is difficult to find a job, to see a doctor and to house, which hurts people again and again. We gradually got lost and forgot the scenery. Bi Shumin, writer and psychologist. After her psychiatrist learned that she was going to write a 20,000-word monograph, she chose to give up.
Give up that scenery, because you may lose more scenery in the process of your pursuit. Life is a journey, and what we care about is the scenery along the way.
Keep a pure heart, taste strong tea, watch the ebb and flow of the tide, and find your own scenery. I always believe that the scenery is not in one place, it lives in every pure heart.
At the beginning of the article, the sentences about scenery in Bian's Broken Chapter are described, and then the "scenery" is discussed and demonstrated from both positive and negative angles, which is profound and thought-provoking. This paper is rigorous in structure, powerful in argument and accomplished in one go. In the process of argumentation, the author always sticks to the given materials and discusses the problems from different angles, which is a normative argumentative paper.
Analysis: Intention prompt of Landscape: 1. Talk about the understanding of "scenery", such as "nature is great, but the scenery with human activities is especially great"; 2. Touching scenes of human activities; 3. Perception of natural scenery; 4. The beauty of natural scenery. Test center: Can write expository, practical and literary articles.
The ability level is to express and apply e.
7. The 400-word composition about broken chapters reminds me of the old song: "There is a cloud made of rain in the wind, and another cloud is made of rain. It broke my heart in the wind, and I don't know where it will blow."
When I used to listen to this song, there was always a quiet unknown sadness in my heart, and I couldn't tell what it was.
But today I suddenly found that this kind of sadness is exactly the same as what I feel now.
In the early morning, clouds wander halfway up the mountain, bringing hazy beauty to the summit. But it only heard people bragging about how charming the fog was.
In the evening, the clouds swam to the western sky, bringing colorful colors to the earth, but he only heard people bragging about the beauty of the sun.
In summer, the clouds are desperately condensing raindrops in the sky, but when it rains, only people can brag about how timely the rain is.
In autumn, clouds float up and down in the sky, but he only hears people bragging about the height of the sky.
No matter where the cloud goes and how it pays, there is no return.
Very melancholy, very confused.
Finally, Yun wants to understand that his existence is a kind of decoration, that is, a kind of sadness.
Maybe Bian's broken chapter should not be understood in this way, but it's just some of my feelings, a little pessimistic, and I don't care.