Walking in the faded Taihu Lake, drifting away. When I have to say goodbye to your intoxicating face, my beloved girl, you know how broken my heart is. "Taihu Lake is 36,000, all in smoke". Dr. Fan, who retired after his success, was in high spirits and rowed 72 peaks with him, lingering in Dongting Mountain. How beautiful it is. Two thousand years later, when I stopped in front of Deng Weishan in the sunset, I wanted to see the stunning face of this girl who died in the country, but I found that she had gradually drifted away. The lake is no longer clear, the fragrance is green, and the evening is tired and hazy; Meiying is sparse, I think I'm tired of too many mediocre people's comments; On the lake, there is no longer the laughter and laughter of the fisherman girl who came home late in the past, which is so quiet that it is scary; In the distance, a few homing birds chirped and dragged long and narrow shadows. I wonder if they found dinner for the cubs waiting in the nest. Suddenly I remembered a poem, "Three turns around the tree, no branches follow". Is Dongting Mountain "blue lake and blue sky, with peaks and shadows floating in water" safe? Will there be too many ordinary people disturbing the peak Xianke? Is the head of Taihu Lake still full of cherry blossoms? Is there too much trivial world of mortals to cover up your feelings of hurting spring? Not far away is the bustling city, where there are glamorous men and women and charming fans. "Businessmen don't know the hate of national subjugation, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river." Who can enjoy the songs of sad people on the banks of the five lakes, and who cares about the sound of the beautiful piano two thousand years ago? So, Taihu Lake, my beauty, you quietly turned around and drifted away in the twilight. On that side, colorful men and women are enjoying another exciting game called "Wuxi water is very expensive". When I have to say goodbye to your intoxicating face, my beloved girl, do you know how broken my heart is! Another kind of walking □ Ke Qiao Middle School (walking in Peking University) Ni remembers two words of Li Jing, a master of the Southern Tang Dynasty: "Xiang Xiang sells green leaves, and the west wind worries about green waves." Yes, in the face of beautiful scenery, human feelings are always happy when they are gained, and sad when they are lost. However, from another perspective, this is a sad word. The disappearance of life is just another existence of life and another way of life. Always moved by the philosopher's words: don't be surprised by the gains and losses, look at the flowers in front of the court. Such a calm mind (editor's note: it seems to be "calm") can make him deeply understand the way of reincarnation. Master Zhao Puchu left a sentence before his death: Life is happy, death is calm, flowers are still blooming and water is still flowing. Yes, the lost life is not gone forever, it will always be reborn in some causal form. Therefore, in the face of the bleak west wind and the withering of many fragrant flowers, we might as well think that next year, it will still be a group of fragrant flowers vying for spring, with the same flowers and the same singing and dancing. In the face of an autumn pond where "the lotus leaves wither and only cover the sky", why not think about the freshness of spring and the prosperity of the summer rhyme of "the lotus leaves are infinite and the lotus leaves are different colors"? The end of one cycle is the beginning of another. In this way, life holds an eternal feast in a fleeting way. In this grand feast, the disappearance of individual life makes the life of the group go into eternity. "Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." Gong Ding 'an's poems not only show the deep affection of falling flowers, but also show the preciousness of life. Flowers are similar year by year, so that they will wither year by year. This year's flowers are walking enthusiastically in the fading. It exists in the form of genes, soil and nutrients ... to ensure that the flowers in the coming year are as beautiful and robust as it, even more beautiful and robust than it. In this way, the chain of life of flowers is interlocking and will never break. And imagine that if there is a kind of life, its individual will not disappear, and this life group will flourish? In this grand feast, the disappearance of an individual life makes another life great. This is particularly evident in human life. Of course, some stars are shining in the starry sky of human history and reality. They are either political giants, literary giants or masters of science ... but there must be countless physical life, artistic life and scientific life to lay the foundation for them ... The ancients said that "once you succeed, a thousand bones will dry up" (editor's note: it should be "once you succeed, a thousand bones will dry up"). How many successful generals shed bitter tears in the face of radiant generals. Therefore, in the face of lost life, you can be sad and indifferent, but don't forget to kneel down and hold a tear! Walking in the fading □ Liza from Zhuji Middle School (walking to Nankai University) doesn't know which direction the wind is blowing, so people go forward and chase the wind. Memories are like the wind. When you stop and go, you may playfully camp on a sunny grassland, bathing your heart in warmth and tenderness, or you may stay in a valley full of haze, leaving only tears on your face. However, this stop-and-go memory does not seem to be tempted by the scenery along the way. They spend most of their time walking. Someone once said, "Forgetting is an instinct of self-protection." It makes sense to savor it carefully. Everything is disappearing, sad, happy, important and unimportant. Can you watch it again, lost hero? Surrounded by songs and sounds, the tears of beauty are rippling in front of my eyes. The overlord who summoned and responded once lost his ambition and domineering in the face of this tragic situation under siege. Killing Wujiang became the final outcome, and the dominance of nearly a hundred years vanished in an instant. Can you see it again, lost rose? I had the biggest wedding in the century, walked into the marriage hall in the eyes of the whole world, envied other people's lovers, and was as beautiful as a fairy-tale prince and princess. However, this almost perfect marriage ended awkwardly in a few years. What is even more unexpected is that the protagonist of the story also died in a car accident, and the most beautiful rose in the English garden also died. Can you listen to the lost swan song again? "Peach-pink and willow-green, flowers and grass, maple leaves and reeds, wrapped in silver, the four seasons curl in your fingers." The lingering sound of the piano made the two fallen people in the world achieve a perfect ideological unity, and a pipa line made Sima Xiangru's shirt wet. However, thousands of years later, through the thin pages, we may only use imagination to construct this artistic conception and weave this beautiful melody. It seems that everything is so easily lost and forgotten. What is left in the troubled world that can be firmly in your own hands? A firm voice answered: love! Yes, only love can travel through time and space, and the incarnation is instantaneous and eternal. We will never forget our love for literature, walking on the Gobi Desert, holding camels and shaking camel bells. We will never forget the lonely figure who had no choice but to go to the temple. What we can't let go is the eternal feelings of the Red Chamber. We will never forget the soul that jumped into the Guluo River and how much responsibility it assumed for the country. Love is on the left, love is on the right, walking on both sides of life, sowing seeds everywhere and blooming at any time, so that this thorny road is full of business, so that those of us who wear flowers and brush the moon will not feel stinging, tears can be waved away, and we are sad! Walking in the fading, love walks with you! Walking in the disappearing Zhuji Middle School He Luyang (walking to Beijing Foreign Studies University) For the post-80s generation, it seems that there are always several adjectives: rebellious, melancholy, selfish, arrogant ... Compared with those who went to sunny days after our previous generation experienced war and the "Cultural Revolution", we are more fragile and impetuous, because we deeply feel that we are walking in fading. No matter from some outrageous behaviors or sad words, we can see our inner world: the agitation and deep fear brought by growth. In our view, growing up means losing childhood partners, losing childhood innocence, and losing parents' meticulous care. As only children, we have a bunch of flashing keys around our necks, a big room of our own and piles of toys, but we are still poor children because we lack a pair of hands of our peers. The more you lack, the more you cherish, and the more you cherish, the easier it is to lose. It seems that life is so mean to us. From elementary school to junior high school and then to high school, our good friends kept leaving us, and the good friendship at that time had been washed away by the turbid water in the long river of time. No matter how hard we try, the final result is always the same: people leave the building empty, leaving only nostalgia. When we all clearly realize that everything in this world has a shelf life, we are silent, blindly trying to grasp the tail of the past, afraid of facing the fleeting reality, and being at a loss and uneasy about the future. Then I used the transparent and sad words written by Jing M. Guo and Zhang Yueran to enlarge a small eye in my heart and turn it into a sea in winter. It's not just the disappearance of the heart, we really live in an era of real disappearance. With the rapid development of science and technology and society, we are constantly forced to abandon those old things that are regarded as backward and accept many high-tech products. At a loss, we became a new group of new people. We need to recall the old street with the help of other people's words and pictures. We need earplugs to feel the so-called nature. We need to ease our inner loneliness through the virtual network world. Nature and truth are disappearing, just as we are advancing. The most cruel thing is that we have to face the disappearance of life every day. The endless war makes us deeply feel the fragility of life. As human beings, we don't know how to sympathize with ourselves and ignore the value of life. What a stupid and heartbreaking fact this is. Although there are anti-war protesters shouting and marching everywhere, the devastating gunfire still resounds through the earth. Pollution caused by human activities, excessive invasion of forests, and mass extinction of species are all making our earth home gradually die out. In all kinds of speculations, we once again fell into fear of the future. Perhaps people in every era will feel disappearance to varying degrees, but we feel it more deeply. Although we are fading, we can't escape, but I believe we will become strong.