As long as I live, I have reason to be happy.

Life has given me endless strength, so I let her have 10 thousand kinds of gorgeous colors, so I choose dark things, I am afraid I will drown! Therefore, my clothes are bright and energetic! Happiness is living!

As long as I live, I have reason to be happy.

God gave me everything, I made them accept superiority or defect, and they created it!

I feel honored to be alive!

Happiness is living!

As long as I live, I have reason to be happy.

I am eager for food, although it is a hunger strike!

I am afraid of flowers, but it is still a charming scenery!

There are so many things worth pursuing in this world, life is so short and romance is not wasted! Happiness is living!

As long as I live, I have a reason to be happy!

Commitments and vows are too heavy. They all drifted away, leaving me alone. I am a happy life!

My income is enough, I am grateful, and I am afraid of missing it, not complaining and doubting!

"Before standing orders appear"

Two in the snow, scattered for a week.

You can feel comfortable and quiet, feel the cold wind of the grand memorial ceremony, and feel the grand wailing of the flying white sky. People who want gardenia wine are haggard and bake bread. I'm drunk. ......

& gt On a rainy night, Banana has become a lonely house. The seat of An Baili website store is placed at the end of the focus of a lonely millennium, which is not worth whispering about. Just wait for a glimpse of Culong alternating. Romance is still human, but it's not like dancing with cold sleeves. At the obviously extinguished memorial service, I saw flickering candlelight and looming smiles ... bamboo wind, Tsinghua University swaying in the wind, and the unbearable faint silence. Traveling alone, constantly stringing scissors, jingling, shadowless at night, the most difficult level. Sleepless night, listening to Greece hissing at the world, throwing away countless dewdrops and reflecting the infinity, finally breaking into a warm kiss, then the color of death, the night of dreams, falling down carelessly.

Throw a long list before the small, breaking the ceremony; Scattered concerts are sparse, a little happy and a little boring.

The inevitable injury, failure and decline in life are not terrible, but the terrible thing is to be devastated and lose your life to pursue lofty ideals. There is no way to push the boat with the tide. Even with shuttle boats, the river will inevitably bump. The test of bumps is difficult to give in occasional cases in life, but it is inevitable to experience it.

In everyone's heart, there are unforgettable memories. Maybe, maybe they have already disappeared and disappeared in the vast sea of people. So it may be too sad to miss, because there is only vague memory "empty shell", nothing, even my heart is fine at the right time, the date has no memory, only sad tears!

Cicada is lost and lonely in the sultry days. I am the only one, not the silent one. I am crazy about concerts, listening to rock music and singing hysterically. No one escaped, and there was a strong sense of loneliness. One person is cold, two people are beautiful, inexplicable impulse, I especially miss my old friend, the days of missing are over, I can't have all unrealistic daydreams when I recover, but the idea of hope can fly in the world with my eyes closed, with Indian smile and dancing posture. ...

Today is the most precious, because every minute is just a moment to grasp the hope today. The high-risk upload the next day is called the passage of time, often inadvertently, several times. In life, the more precious youth is the youth of our time. Youth is less than 20 episodes. In life, we must rely on our own strength to sail to the other side.

When glitz gives us too much deception, the false reality almost makes us forget whether it really exists, which is the vague heart of truth restoration. Truth brings us the purest and truest feelings, indicates the beauty of vows, and permeates eternal persistence and true love.

The voice of youth, laughter and shouts, young boys mixed with love, young eagles flying in the blue sky. Although not fully grown up, but a little childish. Some ignorant parents have tried to find their own sky. This is a passionate moment, because it is the feeling of flying alone!

Sighing life, there has never been a magnificent feat, thinking is small and mediocre, life seems too simple, too simple, which makes people feel annoyed. Frankly speaking, the future, but in fact what you are holding now, I think, is a road, everyone must embark on a journey, you may have read such a sentence: it is getting longer and longer, but in the process of realization, self-shortening destroys the pain of a lifetime, and life can be said to be a challenge, relying on yourself.

The wind, gentle, causes the breeze to float in the Woods and grass, just like a mother's hand gently touching his face, calm, I like that feeling, so it makes people relaxed and happy. You don't have to have delicacies to enjoy life. A silk companion is naturally God's most precious gift.

Life is more exciting.

Frustration in school life is a compulsory course.

In the process of growing up, our courage has strengthened our will, strengthened our faith, and made us stronger, braver and more optimistic ... My personal experience.

I like folk music, pipa and so on. As a beginner, I have encountered many setbacks, big and small. These setbacks are almost my life, and once I was ready to give up the pipa. I was depressed at a successful stage, so I got a lot of praise.

I smiled, which made me understand the beautiful understanding of frustration. If there are no setbacks in life, life is as dull as a glass of water, and life is like an oasis in the desert. What would it be like without setbacks and any ups and downs?

Perhaps, you still shake your head to show that you don't believe you, and then you see Beethoven. Beethoven was deaf, you know, musicians lost their hearing, just like drivers lost their eyes. However, he endured pain. "I want to hold my destiny by the throat and never let it inspire me to continue my efforts. In the field of music, he composed an immortal song, Symphony No.9, which not only brought excitement and beauty to his life, but also brought music enjoyment to people all over the world.

Sima Qian wrote Historical Records in prison. Wu Cheng'en suffered many setbacks in the empire, but he did not give up and wrote The Journey to the West. An unsuccessful life, living in poverty Pu Songling wrote the famous collection of China's classical short stories "Strange Stories from a Lonely Studio", and Lu Xun's persecution was dark, so he could write the famous "Wandering" and "Scream" ... How paralyzed ostrovsky and his steel were tempered "; Paalmann, the prince of polio, has a lifelong disability and violin pain. ......

Do you still shake your head when all these living examples are presented to you? Is it the only obstacle that hinders your progress?

In fact, life is like the sea, like the frustration of the waves. Life in the sea is magnificent and mysterious, like the blue sky. Frustration is like white clouds in the blue sky, but it covers the sky. Life is like a blank sheet of paper, and frustration is like a brush. Life is a sport. Unfortunately, in this sport, we should pay attention to playing and play wonderful music. ......

You choose the blue sky, don't long for the sunny continent, don't be flat, if you choose land, if you choose the ocean, don't be smooth sailing. Let's face setbacks bravely, and life will be more exciting because of setbacks!

Bing Xin in Talking about Life

I can't say what life is, I can only say what life is like.

Life is like a river flowing eastward. He started from the highest point of ice and snow, which was his predecessor. He gathered many small streams, synthesized a powerful Hong Tao, and ran down. He twists and turns between cliffs, rushing down layers of fine sand, relying on rolling yellow sand, joy and courage. He likes everything he meets:

Sometimes he will meet the cynicism that stopped him in front of the cliff, growl and sway, and the reporters will be ambushed by waves. Until his death, he quietly blew out of the cliff. Sometimes, he has been smoothing the sunny grass and looking at the hearts on the shore. He was very happy and shy, flowing quietly, whispering and singing softly, and walked through this romantic journey.

Sometimes he encounters a storm, arouses polarization, thunders, the wind of terrible diseases of his mind and soul rolls up, and heavy rain hits him. He was temporarily overcast and destroyed, and the storm was over, leaving only his many new powers.

Sometimes the sunset and the new moon he meets shine on him, and his projection has some faint warmth in the cold: when he just wants to rest and sleep, is that force moving forward or forward? ......

Finally, one day, he saw the distant sea, oh! He has reached the end of his trip, this sea area, so his breath makes him bow. How vast and great she is! How bright and dark! The solemn arm of the sea was escorted by the children, and he quietly took it into his arms. He melted, it can't be happy or sad!

Maybe one day, he will rise again, fly west from the rain on the fluffy ground, then form a river, then destroy the stone walls on both sides, and then look for peach blossoms on the shore. However, I can't say there is an afterlife, and I don't have to believe it!

Life is like a small tree. He collected a lot of vitality from the ground. The snow and ice he owed stretched in the wet soil in early spring and broke out bravely and happily. He may grow in plains, rocks and walls, just look up at the sky, hehe! See the sky! His open leaves absorb the air, bear the sunshine, sing and dance in the wind and rain.

He may be suffering from the big tree in the shade, his strength, his youth and growth. Finally, he broke away from the pressure of overlying rock on this big tree with branches and leaves and stood there in the scorching sun! In spring, he may be a tree and flower in the garden. Bees and butterflies are flying around him, enjoying the singing of birds on the branches. He will hear the singing of orioles, cuckoos, owls and strange birds. Quiet flower vanilla

He has reached the most prosperous middle age. He spread out the shade as a shelter and enjoyed the cool under the tree. He endured the endless sweetness and novelty of the land presented by countless fruits. The autumn wind blows hard, and he leaves a deep green and crimson autumn sunshine, which is somewhat solemn and brilliant. The pride that does not bloom is the result of unhappiness, and it is the peace and joy after success!

My world is really lonely.

Loneliness, sadness and helplessness, like a dim lamp, illuminate a sad thing. My world is lonely and desolate.

Windows and strong winds and cold winds blow leaves and branches through the glass, and the empty room looks lonely and extreme. The inner pain, loneliness and depression stimulate every sensitive nerve.

Creeping, looking out of the window, eager to find a little warmth. Staring, disappointed, I went back to my room. Passing cars hurried by. On the way, the stranger hurried away from the fallen leaves and remained silent in the gloomy weather. How to keep warm? Some, but don't worry.

The color room is morbidly pale, with pale walls, white ceiling, pale bedding, pale face, and a child. I really want to open the locked door and escape from such a lonely space. Just trying, still no result.

Want more colors, even a little, can decorate your lonely world.

Maybe you will think: How can a child aged 12 have such a mood? Answer with silence: When the heart is tired, the world will naturally be silent and lonely.

How tired is your heart? Well, you might ask. Opened his mouth and quietly replied: "Autumn's emotional life is very helpless, and her studies are very heavy ... this heavy burden, the total weight of tired body and soul."

Soul of the world. Lock on to "people", a dream. The dream of becoming a writer; Dream cartoonist's dream to explore a thousand miles of dreams and taste ups and downs ... persistence is victory, and the burden is not suitable.

Silent, alone in the Western Heaven/Moon Hook/Lonely Indus/Helpless/Chaos/Sorrow/Don't have a taste in my heart. ......

At the stage of "favorite word is supreme", intermittent sadness and lingering sad language have created a very sad picture with a black outline. ,

The cold rain outside the window dispelled the sadness in the room. Take a long sigh. There is something wrong with my heart.

A hurried bell rang, and I answered, "Ah," stood up quickly, twisted the door and went out. Muttered: "Go to school." Goodbye, world ... lonely world ... lock the door and hide it in your heart, don't want others to see it.

Outside the window of reality, the autumn wind is bleak, but it is the afternoon sunshine.

Comments:

The whole article expresses a kind of lingering sadness, which is slightly bleak. We are in a season of spring, and too many bad and sad hearts go to the world. Careful discovery and observation show that the hazy love in the world will make our hearts addicted. Don't forget the afternoon sunshine!

This is a very good sentence, very successful. I hope you can do better and be happy every day. Su Wu forever.

Playing with a sheep whip and a mink with a golden hat, he threw him deep into the sky. With a wave of his bald pen and a short paper, he carved the deepest blessing to the great man. On the one hand, he is a high-ranking official and generous, on the other hand, he is totally loyal: standing between forgetting and remembering, standing between staying in Henan and worrying about work, he chose to forget wealth and remember loyalty, and drew a strong stroke of loyalty to mankind.

The engine was full of flowers, and his arms, Wang Su, Han and Hungary lived in peace, running around the vast desert and spinning camel bells. In his place, Chang 'an's singing and dancing are rising, wandering in the cold sand grass, and he hopes to communicate with the rainbow in the Central Plains with the fierce Tianshan Mountain driven by the straight backbone.

Hey, when the Korean rebellion failed; Righteousness, and Su Wu refused to break the enemy; When he was surprised, Khan, the iron-blooded man, was indomitable and motionless. Su Wu raised his whip and chose Snow Lotus, a persistent and sacred watchman.

In the coldest month when the north wind was biting, going north to the Central Plains, Hang Seng Han Han said: "Nobleness is remembered in the depths of the soul. It's hard to be careless. He and his companions, the daughters of Gu Qiu, Zhang, Wang and Monkey, had wealth and status in the desert and snow, and completely forgot their promises. In the cold cellar, he will swallow a lot of blankets and turf one by one, and his whole body will be full of blood, with a belief-remember the motherland and serve the country faithfully. Blowing snow, the arrogance of wine and food, he used to move proudly and clank, and they blew the swan song of the future-the poor can't move, the warriors can't bend, and the rich Jews can forget.

What an eternal Su Wu! He used wisdom, remembered his faith and became loyal to Korea. And this song, and the eternal surprise in the sublimation stage of the naked continuous festival, is an elegy of the old in a snowy line in the sky.

What an eternal Su Wu! His courage, forgetting the lure of Khan's wealth and status, drifted farther and farther in the desert yellow sand. The crowd and bony sheep fixed an immortal history and wrote a magnificent epic.

History cannot be forgotten, in glitz and greatness. Su Wu, a native of Beihai, was an iron-blooded man who was exiled in the barren hills. He was proud of his perfect interpretation of indomitable spirit, forgot the fruitful integrity and remembered the great achievements of the country.

I see that between forgetting and remembering, enjoying and persisting, this line is at the top, and the best answer is determination and belief: wealth is only superficial and forgotten, which is the best destination; Loyalty is the eternity of history, bearing in mind that it is its spiritual home.

Su Wu will always be there! Great, that shocking forgetting! What an amazing memory! Bear cub, then some people forgot to remember to make your ode!

Su Wu forever.

Comments:

This is a masterpiece of examination room with considerable historical and cultural knowledge accumulation and brilliant atmosphere. The theme has a profound insight into the dialectical method of essence and looks up at the historical sky. Su Wu, a carefully selected national hero, shocked emotional materials and eulogized national unity. He carried great spirit and national integrity with "Sino-Hungarian harmony" and "choice" of forgotten wealth. Wu Su, Shi Wu! He has forgotten "He", one of the most powerful paintings of mankind. Remember, when you sing history.

Cheerful and reverent, full of passion, with the theme of "Never Su Wu", bright-eyed, widely concise, accurate and fair. It not only highly summarizes Wu Su's spiritual quality, but also highlights his lofty position in history. Throughout the article, Su Wu's tactics are in sharp contrast, and the scale and history are always carried forward, highlighting the heroic integrity and vividly and profoundly interpreting the theme. Due to the use of a large number of long and short sentences that combine double metaphor, parallelism, repeated quotation and rhetoric, the article is fluent and sonorous, which makes people not only heroic, but also fragrant. (Tang Shi Zheng Lun Xing Li) (Xinhua News Agency reporter said: China Education Online)

Worried, we

China culture, printing culture, we are late.

The sky, flowing clouds. Is that big fire still burning? Heartache and beautiful scenery are stinging, such as swelling, inflammation and scarring in the throat. Then it became a painful humiliation. Splashed blood and tears soaked the pale soul. The wind is floating gently, wearing a heavy yellow robe. Smile beyond memory, not satisfied. China's culture, in the printing culture, we are latecomers.

You brought the sound of crying, sobbing a thousand times and ten thousand times, echoing in the vast echo of history. You are in the eternal acacia, in the sea, in this chaotic world, you can't hold back your tears, and they slowly fall to the ground, sad and difficult to tell. China's culture, in the printing culture, we are latecomers.

Curling mountain hits you with the pain of stale taste. A woman's hand is locked in the sound of the collapse of the dynasty, and a person accidentally drops half of it. All protests have turned into futility, unbearable pain in life, dignified and dreary despair of parting, and your fragile heart. China's culture, in the printing culture, we are latecomers.

A thousand years of wind and rain and a thousand years of silence. Your silent, melancholy soul, lonely and sad stories spread in the wind and water. Through the vast gray horizon, the tears that flew by dyed the watcher red, and sadness came. Just visiting group of masons bent down and waved chisels and knives, chiseling out the story of blood and tears. Everyone is in sacred sorrow. China's culture, out-of-print culture, your tears, your blood, after thousands of years of wind and rain, also shocked thousands of years of vicissitudes.

If you are not familiar with it, it can be desolate or gorgeous. Only the white hair stamp is just a visit, fluttering propaganda. A nation, because you are proud. Approaching you, I can't explain the password of your life. However, when I stop and face your silence, I always feel that my life is impulsive and tumbling. Approaching you, I found you guiding our direction. Among them, the history of blending. The shuttle between the sun and the moon blends in with your towering body.

Culture, printing culture, please stop your sadness and anger, stop crying, stop your sadness and stop your confusion, because of us. Don't worry, we thrive in your life! Don't worry, we are bringing glory with your spirit! Don't worry, it won't be out of print when it is sold out! Masterpieces and thoughts of the past

Teacher's comments

Value, while learning, has two points: first, extraordinary angle: it is not an accidental historical event, the heart of classical culture, you can not write nail films. From this point of view, the title is "It takes courage, wisdom and talent to adhere to the printing culture. Obviously, it is beautiful to do so!" Whether it is the fire in Epang Palace or the blood and tears of the Great Wall, although it is full of bitter history, how can it be forgotten as a descendant of China? Second, the unique emotional articles can not only fully display the talents of candidates, but also clearly see their inner love for traditional culture, which is beyond the scope of general emotions.