Remember, in troubled times, Cao Cao's ambition, Liu Bei's benevolence, Zhuge Zhi's wisdom and Guan Yu's loyalty. I can't get enough of it. I remember in A Dream of Red Mansions, Daiyu was lonely, Baochai was graceful and restrained, Miaoyu was cold, and Xifeng was spicy. I can't get tired of seeing unparalleled elegance. Yes Before the western past, Grandet's meanness, old man Gao's eccentricity, Paul's perseverance and Robinson's wisdom. I don't get enough of life.
The world of childhood with it, everything becomes gorgeous, everything becomes incredible. I connected the Eiffel Tower with the blue bricks of the Great Wall, kissed the quicksand of the Sahara with the waves of the Yellow River, and touched Vienna with the piano stone of Gulangyu ... so informal, so magical, but incredible.
I'm the only one in the compound. Holding a book of poetry. Sing softly, walk slowly and think quietly. Surrounded by green shoots, flowers are blooming and butterflies are flying and full of vitality. The ever-changing environment has given me room for imagination. I described "Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, and ten thousand flowers overwhelm the branches", imagined the carefree mood of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely", tasted "several poems by Ling Du", enjoyed "a painting by Wang Wei" and imagined "when the sky sets, ducks sleep in the pool".
I am like an ignorant child, looking around greedily, learning, imitating and enriching myself. Thick textbooks seem to be more magical than poetry and novels. Me. Spell words with pronunciation and feel foreign culture. Think about the laws between geometry with your brain and enjoy it. Feel the magic of nature with your heart and marvel at the micro-beauty.
Golden spots are scattered among the paths, and everything is covered with beautiful gold. "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night". I often sigh when I look at the sinking sunset. However, it was this book that changed me. I feel the loneliness of Li Yian's "Flowing Flowers and Running Water" and the youthful agitation of her "Ninety thousand Li Fengpeng Juzheng"; I am delighted with Xin Jiaxuan's "I like children's hooligans best", and I am excited by his lofty ambition of "only suspecting that they are loose to help and pushing them loose to speak" ... The poets are open-minded and optimistic in the lonely, cold and foggy river, which has changed my sadness of "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried in the coming night" and added a touch of "falling red" to my feelings.
My World Composition 2 In my world full of fantasy and hope, countless words inspire me. They are like waves, beating the sea. I respect them, and they have given me magical power.
I look up to Sima Qian, who suffered from prison, but endured humiliation. This became an immortal history book, and he devoted his life to the history and literature of China. His tenacious will and enthusiasm for serving the country are praised by later generations.
I admire Wen Tianxiang, who has killed countless enemies for his country. At the time of his heroic sacrifice, he wrote the oath that "no one has died since ancient times, and he will always stay in the heart of a child and shine in history". Its heart is full of Dan, and it eventually becomes the pearl of history, embedded in the land of the motherland, which is precious to its ancestors.
I worship Lu Xun. In his youth, he "worried about the world first", resolutely abandoned medicine to follow the literature, and used the pen as a weapon to fight the enemy, turning literature into a good medicine to heal the hearts of China people. In his confusion, he pointed out the way for countless aspiring young people and guided them to a better future.
I worship Yang Liwei. He took the flying dreams of hundreds of millions of people in China, boarded the space, and opened the door to crack the secrets of the universe. The spirit of space possessed by him and his team has inspired the further exploration of space and inspired the people of China to unswervingly walk on the journey of 10,000 people.
I respect ...
I respect ...
A vivid and tall image is like a sweet spring for the soul and a bright lamp for the soul. The hero is in my heart, and I look up to you. In today's life, I also dedicate myself to the motherland in my own way and carve my name on the long scroll of history. ...
Heroes will become glittering and translucent waves, rushing on the sea! ……
This is the most beautiful world in my heart, a free and unrestrained world. I will carve this world with my hands and make it shine with the most beautiful brilliance.
My World Composition 3 My world has become colorful for many reasons, but it is wonderful because of literature.
I like to hold a book in a quiet place to experience the joys and sorrows of everyone in the book: to experience the loneliness, sadness and pain of Lin Daiyu when she buried flowers in A Dream of Red Mansions; Experience the Monkey King's pride in exorcism in Journey to the West; Experience in the United States before the Water Margin 108 gathering loyalty hall; Experience the intrigue between countries in the romance of the Three Kingdoms. These experiences will become an indelible part of my emotions.
When I finished reading How Steel was Tempered, I was deeply moved by Paul's indomitable spirit, and his charm was irresistible because of his "disability and ambition". Therefore, he became an example for thousands of young people in Qian Qian, Qian Qian to learn and struggle; When I finished reading The Old Man and the Sea, I couldn't help admiring the old man described by the author. He was fearless when fighting the huge waves, and returned to his hometown safely with his perseverance and courage. His spirit sublimated people's souls.
I love modern literature, because it makes me understand life and the true meaning of life. I also love ancient poetry, because it can cultivate sentiment and make people sigh the free and easy feelings of the ancients.
Reading those ancient poems, I seem to have returned to ancient times, as if I had returned to the pure world without any impurities. I became Li Bai, as if I had boarded the Yellow Crane Tower. I was reminiscing about the pain of missing my friends, as if standing on the bow to experience the joy of "the apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed Chung Shan Man"; I became Ma Zhiyuan, as if standing on a thin horse in the sunset, watching the "old vines and trees faint" and listening to the "small bridges and flowing water"; I became Wang Bo, boarded Wang Tengting, looked into the distance, and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of "Sunset and Lonely Qi Fei, Autumn Water Growing Together".
Reading poetry, I seem to see Du Fu's "I caress my white hair". It has become too thin to hold a hairpin anymore, because he misses his distant relatives very much; It seems as if I saw the tragic scene of Jing Ke saying goodbye to his loved ones before he assassinated the King of Qin, "The wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone forever". It seems that I saw the helplessness of Xin Qiji's "looking for her in the crowd and suddenly looking back, but that person is in the dim light."
I wander in the world of literature, just like a child playing on the beach, and occasionally become happy because I find one or two beautiful shells. I seem to be driving a boat, gently shaking my oars on the lake, rippling with literary ripples from time to time. It's more like I stepped into a magnificent palace and touched every corner of the palace belonging to literature.
I am happy, because I am fortunate to know literature and bring fun to my life; I am depressed, because even if I spend my whole life, I can't fully understand it. It has become an indispensable part of my life.
My world has become colorful for many reasons, but it is true that my world is wonderful because of literature.
My world composition 4 Night in the mountains is quiet and fresh; The occasional bursts of cheers have more or less added a lively atmosphere to the people in the mountains. I like this night. The clean night sky can be described as transparent, I think so. A full moon is "inlaid" in the boundless ocean, as transparent as a mirror, and there is an impulse to hold it in your hand. Next to the moon, there is a shining star, which quietly guards the moon, but always keeps a distance. Is it because the moon is afraid of loneliness and companionship? Are you afraid of disturbing the moon and keeping your distance? I can't help but be moved, moved by my unfounded assumptions, and moved by the warmth I feel in a foreign land. The noise around me gradually disappeared. I just want to enjoy this different feeling in the mountains of a foreign land tonight. The story of the moon and the stars suddenly wants to tell people. . . . . .
Gently stepping on the fallen leaves, yellow, footsteps in the past, crisp voice, there will be a feeling of integration into autumn. From a distance, there are five colors everywhere, and I am content to be in them. That dream really appeared in my world, and my companion's voice came from my ear. I know I'm awake. Standing, using the camera to freeze everything, I know, I have achieved what I want. Happiness, with the wind around you, floats to the distance, to the mountains, to the maple trees that are about to enter winter but still have various customs!
That night, that day, dream, just walked into my world.
My world composition 5 In my inner world, I have a dwelling comparable to Liu Yuxi's humble abode and a fairyland no less than Tao Yuanming's paradise. It is a secluded place in a noisy city, a beautiful place in a polluted environment and a simple place in a flawed situation.
You can't hear noisy cars here, but you can hear happy birds singing. Thrushcross is singing, magpie is singing, and crisp and comfortable notes bring joy to birds. Any place is suitable for you to enter the world of books. Here you can choose a book you like, sit on the recliner, browse line by line comfortably, and fly into the author's heart with surprise. Quiet environment can control the roar of factory machines, the noise of holiday fireworks and the music of any shopping center. Let them stand still in front of the prelude and keep the noise away from us.
You can't see the garbage flying all over the sky here, but you can only enjoy the lush gardens. Rows of neat poplars pass through the beautiful peach blossom forest, flowers bloom in all seasons, and fresh flowers can be smelled from time to time. You can eat delicious fruit at any time here. There are fruit trees everywhere, and the trunk is not high, so you can reach out and touch them. Every place has flowers and fruit trees planted by different races. You should take good care of them and raise them well, and you will feel the joy of success when you harvest. The clear river flows between the gardens, and the bottom of the river is covered with sand and stones. No one destroys it, it is as clear as a mirror. There are all kinds of precious fish living in the river, and no one salvages them.
You can't smell the blood of crime here, but you can only see the scene of mutual help. Who needs help, who is looking forward to forgiveness, as long as they hear the information of asking for help, people nearby are scrambling to ask. Criminals disappeared under such circumstances, and the phenomenon of fighting has long been hidden. Everywhere is full of harmonious and joyful atmosphere, and there are festive news everywhere.
I like the warmth and seclusion here, the beauty and freshness here, and the simplicity and happiness here. Maybe this is just a combination of ideal and fantasy, but my real world is also full of harmony and beauty.
My World Composition 6 Besides the real world, we also have a wonderful world of books.
Whenever I am unhappy, I will open my books and swim alone in the ocean of knowledge. The famous words in the book make me understand that being a man should not haggle over every ounce, but be tolerant. It makes me make up with my friends who are in conflict, put all my troubles behind me and greet life with a smile.
When I am happy, I will also open the book. There is a wonderful place in the book. This book will accompany me to visit four places and enjoy the beauty and wonders of nature. Moisten my heart; The historical pictures in the book describe the legendary stories of each character, which makes me very happy. I am willing to follow in their footsteps, explore climbing step by step and enjoy it!
Books also bring many benefits to learning. When writing a composition, the knowledge gained from books will help me. If I have any questions I don't understand, I will look through the books and most of them will be solved.
I like the historical stories in the book world, which are as familiar as old friends. Therefore, I should thank the book for giving me knowledge. The long history of 5,000 years has made me feel the strong breath of the Chinese nation.
I often get a steady stream of benefits from the world of books, and I also look forward to becoming a master of writing. Create many, many beautiful articles to share with you.
I love my book world, which is a magical world that can help solve troubles and bring endless happiness!
My World Composition 7 (1)
I live in my world.
No castle stands, no white clouds set off.
I live in my world.
No bright flowers, no lush grass.
In my world,
There is only an endless desert.
On the dry river bed
I follow the footsteps of the wind.
I follow the footsteps of the wind.
Hope can reach the endless end.
Under the stars
I'm looking for an oasis that has never been seen before.
I'm looking for an oasis that has never been seen before.
I just wish I could tell myself
The existence of hope
Xing Xia Guang he Chuang
I'm looking for
My future.
(2)
The future is ahead.
Even the dry river bed.
There was a commotion.
A turbulent river
Fly in my heart
Even if the dark sky
There have been glories.
shining stars
Dance in my heart
(3)
In the enthusiastic youth movement
I'm lost.
Miss the sonorous overture
But the long river of time
Has flooded it.
Even if my world is only yellow sand.
I can also plant cactus with thorns.
I will use it to open a channel for the future.
My departure was never a dream.
Even if the reality is dark
Never blindfolded me.
In the enthusiastic youth movement
I'm moving forward!
My world is composed of 8. In my inner world, I have a residence comparable to Liu Yuxi's humble abode and a fairyland not inferior to Tao Yuanming's Xanadu. It is a secluded place in a noisy city, a beautiful place in a polluted environment and a simple place in a flawed situation.
You can't hear noisy cars here, but you can hear happy birds singing. Thrushcross is singing, magpie is singing, and crisp and comfortable notes bring joy to birds. Any place is suitable for you to enter the world of books.
Here you can choose a book you like, sit on the recliner, browse line by line comfortably, and fly into the author's heart with surprise. Quiet environment can control the roar of factory machines, the noise of holiday fireworks and the music of any shopping center. Let them stand still in front of the prelude and keep the noise away from us.
You can't see the garbage flying all over the sky here, but you can only enjoy the lush gardens. Rows of neat poplars pass through the beautiful peach blossom forest, flowers bloom in all seasons, and fresh flowers can be smelled from time to time. You can eat delicious fruit at any time here. There are fruit trees everywhere, and the trunk is not high, so you can reach out and touch them.
Every place has flowers and fruit trees planted by different races. You should take good care of them and raise them well, and you will feel the joy of success when you harvest. The clear river flows between the gardens, and the bottom of the river is covered with sand and stones. No one destroys it, it is as clear as a mirror. There are all kinds of precious fish living in the river, and no one salvages them.
You can't smell the blood of crime here, but you can only see the scene of mutual help. Who needs help, who is looking forward to forgiveness, as long as they hear the information of asking for help, people nearby are scrambling to ask. Criminals disappeared under such circumstances, and the phenomenon of fighting has long been hidden. Everywhere is full of harmonious and joyful atmosphere, and there are festive news everywhere.
I like the warmth and seclusion here, the beauty and freshness here, and the simplicity and happiness here. Maybe this is just a combination of ideal and fantasy, but my real world is full of harmony and beauty.
I like music, just as the earth likes rain and plants like sunshine. Wherever I go, my heart can hear beautiful melodies.
Music is like the soul of nature. No matter the sky or the earth, mountains or plains, from the sea to streams, flowers and trees, there are wonderful sounds of music everywhere.
I also know that music is wonderful. Besides bringing us a good mood, it also has the effect of treating diseases.
I read such a story from a book. There is a happy couple. One day, his wife suddenly fell ill and became a vegetable. The husband is very sad. So, in order not to make his wife suffer too much, he plays music and sings for her every day. Although his wife didn't respond, her husband did it all the time, every day. Finally, one day, my wife felt something, and then she could speak. After a while, she can get up and walk. This is really a miracle! It is a miracle created by her husband's true feelings and musical charm!
I like music, it makes people elegant. I have a dream; I hope one day I can stand on the stage and sing, which will bring happiness and laughter to people!
My world composition 10 My world is big enough to accommodate everything; But my world is very small, and only I can come in and out at will. Passers-by are in a hurry, and they are all fleeting. Only you, I want to freeze you in my world forever.
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"It's been a long time." "Well, long time no see." I can hear the roar echoed in your answer, which is the slight pain caused by the friction between the soul and the settled thoughts. "Thank you." I want to say something to you. But all kinds of inexplicable illusions have turned into silence.
The wind has gone without a trace, but the clouds are still there. Memories of the picture emerge one by one, March slowly, and finally play at a speed of 24 frames per second. Remember when we first met seven years ago? I was held by my mother's warm hand, and my eyes were curious but confused. You stand on the stage, motionless, elegant and quiet. Before long, crisp and elegant music sounded in my ears. I can see a few naughty notes across my head, like Cupid's arrow cutting through the star screen, and tiny pieces of light and shadow streaming down. I fell in love with you at that moment.
"Oh, is his name Qin?" Calling out your name for the first time is like an unknown fan to young me. "Yes, it's a piano." My stubbornness forced my mother to take you home. I am afraid of getting in touch with you slowly, and the heavy feeling of gorgeous luxury comes to my mind. How much you look like an elegant prince in a tuxedo-I thought so then-of course, you still do.
The picture stopped at the moment when I was five years old and was moved by you. The hourglass of time flows carefully. The scene in front of me is torn back to the present. I am still touching you slowly, even my eyes are still the original expectation and worship. For seven years, how much sweat and tears have I left to be a princess beside you? Just for today, you dance with my soul.
Sitting on the piano chair, I lifted the gap between you and me, and I dropped the first note gently. Beautiful melodies gush like spring water. I stepped on the pedal lightly for fear of hurting you. Are you familiar with it? It is the song "Starry Sky" that you and I first met. The phantoms of time overlap, and there is an unreal feeling in my world. The general brisk jumping makes my heart heavier. "In high school, don't touch the piano in the future. You are also interested, don't delay your study. " Thinking of my mother's instructions, tears rolled down on you unwillingly. Mom won't understand how obsessed I am with you. final result
The melody gradually disappeared in the "tick" sound of the clock. "Goodbye ... but I don't know when." "well. Let's go And ... remember me. " In front of fog, you smile. This is the last time you appeared in my world, or those initial persistence, those gorgeous light and shadow.
But, dear, I will seal you in the forbidden zone of my world memory forever. I will never forget those innocent touches. Goodbye, thank you-my-Qin.