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

Life has given me endless power to render her into 10 thousand gorgeous colors, so I never have anything with dark colors, I'm afraid they will drown me! So I'm dressed brightly and full of energy! Happiness is living!

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

God has given me everything, both advantages and disadvantages, and I am willing to accept it. They made me who I am today!

I feel very honored to live here safely!

Happiness is living!

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

I am greedy for delicious food, although I said I would go on a hunger strike!

I'm afraid of flowers, but the scenery is still beautiful!

There are too many things worth pursuing in this world, and life is too short, without waste or romance! Happiness is living!

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

The promises and vows are too heavy, and everything is drifting away, leaving me with clean hands and a happy life!

My income is enough. I can't thank you. I'm afraid I'll miss it when I enjoy it. I don't have time to complain and doubt!

Drop by drop in front of the next order until dawn.

It snowed in February and dispersed.

No one can calmly face this silent but vigorous howl. The white chill and the cold wind of hunting are the grand commemoration of the sky, and the wine is haggard. I raise my glass and ask who is drunk with me …

One rainy night, the banana fell and fell, turning into the loneliness of an empty pavilion. White lotus has paved a clean platform, leaving behind the lonely tail of the Millennium, and there is not a moment worth singing in a low voice in the Millennium. While waiting, I caught a glimpse of alternating prosperity and decline. Romance remains the same, there is no dancing sleeve in the world, and the memorial service will be ruined. Who saw the faint smile in the flickering candlelight ... The bamboo forest wind passed, and Tsinghua swayed, which could not stand the faint silent spirit. Walking alone and cutting strings, there is no shadow at night, and it is the most difficult to level. Sleepless, resigned, giving up countless prosperity, the color reflected by dew is the condensation of a clear dream overnight, inadvertently falling into infinity, finally breaking into a warm kiss, and then dying.

Before placing an order bit by bit, I broke my fame and fortune; I was very depressed when I left, and I knew very few friends. I was a little idle and bored.

Life is bound to get hurt, and failure and fall are not terrible. The terrible thing is that you are devastated and have lost your pursuit of life and lofty ideals. No one's road ahead is smooth sailing, even ships sailing in rivers are inevitably bumpy. The ups and downs encountered in life are not accidental difficulties, but inevitable tests.

In everyone's heart, there have been people worthy of being remembered, perhaps still there, perhaps long gone, lost in the vast sea of people. Therefore, that memory will be bleak, because there is only an "empty shell" left in the vague memory, and nothing can hold my own heart. Time has erased everything and blocked the tears of that day, because it is gone, and nostalgia is just sadness!

On a sultry day, cicadas can't bear to be lonely and keep chirping. I'm alone, and I don't have a confidant. I want to listen to rock music and hysterical songs crazily, just to escape the intense loneliness in the unmanned world. One person is cold, two people are wonderful. Therefore, the inexplicable impulse makes me miss my old friends and the past days. Although unrealistic reverie can't save everything, I hope my thoughts can fly in the world after closing my eyes and dance with a smile. ...

The most precious thing is today, because it is the easiest to die. Grasping today means grasping hope. Every minute is just a moment, and every minute we ride is called a day. Time often goes by inadvertently. Life is a few times, and youth is more precious. For teenagers of our age, youth is less than 20 years. In our study and life, we must rely on our own strength to sail our boat to the other side of hope.

When glitz gives us too much deception, the falsehood in reality almost makes us forget the real existence. It is true feelings that bring us the purest and truest feelings. It reveals a beautiful oath and permeates eternal and persistent true love.

Youth is a time to laugh and cry, a young eagle soaring in the blue sky. Although he has not fully grown up and is naive and ignorant, he tries to find the sky without his parents for a moment of passion and a feeling of soaring alone!

Sighing life is because I have never had a magnificent feat and feel small and mediocre. It seems that life is too simple, so simple that people feel annoyed. I don't have the audacity to talk about the future, just grasp the present realistically. I think this is a road. Everyone has to embark on a journey. I have seen such a sentence: the process of growth is long but full, and the process of self-destruction is short but leaves a lifetime of pain. Life can be said to be a test, and where to go depends on yourself.

Such a gentle wind drives young trees and grass to dance together. When a breeze blows, it's like my mother's hand gently caressing her face. I like that feeling, cool and refreshing. To enjoy life, you don't have to be accompanied by delicacies, silks and satins. Nature is the most precious thing God has given to mankind.

Life is wonderful because of setbacks.

In this life school, frustration is a compulsory course.

This course has increased our courage; Strengthened our will; It strengthens our faith and makes us stronger, braver and more optimistic ... I have such personal experience.

I like folk music and pipa. When I first learned, I encountered many setbacks, big and small. These setbacks almost crushed me, and I was ready to give up the pipa. When I was disheartened, a successful performance on the stage made me well received by many people.

I smiled, this success made me understand the beauty of setbacks, and understood that if there were no setbacks in life, life would be as dull as a glass of boiled water; If there are no setbacks in life, like an endless desert without any ups and downs, what is the meaning of life?

Perhaps, you are still shaking your head, and these words can't convince you, so please look at Beethoven. Beethoven was deaf in both ears. You know, musicians lose their hearing just like drivers lose their eyes. However, he endured the pain, inspired himself with the words "I will hold my fate by the throat and never let it make me yield", and continued to struggle in the field of music. He created the immortal Ninth Symphony ... which not only made his life have a wonderful melody, but also brought a wonderful feeling of life and beauty to people who like music all over the world.

Sima Qian wrote historical records in prison; Wu Cheng'en suffered many setbacks in the imperial examination, but he didn't give up and wrote The Journey to the West. Pu Songling, who was frustrated all his life and lived in poverty, created China's famous collection of short stories in classical Chinese, Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio. Under the persecution of the dark forces, Lu Xun can still write household names "Wandering" and "Scream" ... and ostrovsky, who is completely paralyzed, and his "How Steel was Tempered"; Paalmann, the violin prince who was disabled for life because of polio. ...

These living examples are presented to you. Do you still shake your head? Do you still think that setbacks are just obstacles to your progress?

In fact, life is like the sea, and setbacks are like waves in the sea, giving the sea grandeur and mystery; Life is like the blue sky, and setbacks are like white clouds in the blue sky, dotted with stars, but full of the sky; Life is like a blank sheet of paper, frustration is like a brush, which paints a beautiful picture for this blank sheet of life; Life is a sport, frustration is a beating note and a beautiful movement. ...

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

Bing Xin is talking about life.

I dare not say what life is, I can only say what life is like.

Life is like a river flowing eastward, it originates from the highest place, and ice and snow are his predecessors. He gathered many small streams, synthesized a powerful Hong Tao, and ran down. He twists and turns between the cliffs, washes down a layer of sand and accumulated soil, and rolls away with rolling sand and stones, happy and brave, enjoying everything that happened to him along the way:

Sometimes, when he meets the front resistance of the rock, he rushes up angrily and roars, and the ups and downs of the front wave and the back wave urge him. It was not until he passed and rushed down the dangerous cliff that he washed away calmly. Sometimes, he walks through the thin flat sand and the grass in the sunset and sees the red peach blossoms on the shore. He was happy and shy, flowing quietly, singing in a low voice, and spent this romantic journey gently.

Sometimes, when he encounters a storm, it will stimulate his mind and soul, and it will thunder. The strong wind blew him up and the heavy rain hit him. He was temporarily confused and uneasy, but after the rain cleared, it just gave him a lot of new strength.

Sometimes the sunset glow and the new moon shine on him and project on him, with a touch of warmth in the cold: at this moment, he just wants to rest and sleep, but the force of progress still urges him to move forward. ...

Finally, one day, he saw the distant sea, oh! He has reached the end of his trip. The sea made him hold his breath and bowed his head. How vast and great she is! How bright and dark! The sea solemnly extended its arms to receive him, and he silently flowed into her arms. He melted, naturalized, unhappy and not sad!

Maybe one day, he will rise from the rain at sea, fly to the west, re-form a river, then wash down the stone walls on both sides, and then look for peach blossoms on the shore. However, I dare not say the afterlife, and I dare not believe the afterlife!

Life is like a small tree, which gathers a lot of vitality from the ground, stretches under the snow and ice, and bravely and happily emerges from the wet soil in early spring. He may grow on the plains, on rocks and on city walls. Just look up at the sky, oh! I saw it. Oh, my God! He spread his young leaves, absorbed the air, endured the sunshine, sang in the rain and danced in the wind.

He may be shaded by the shade of a big tree, or he may be under the weight of the big tree, but the power of his youth growth finally made him break through the branches and leaves and stand up in the hot sun! When he meets luxurious spring, he may be full of flowers, bees and butterflies flying around him, birds singing heartily on his branches, he will hear orioles singing, cuckoos crying blood, and maybe he will hear the strange calls of owls.

He grew to the most lush middle age. He spread his thick shade like a cover to cover the flowers and plants under the tree. He produced countless fruits to show the endless sweetness and fragrance of the earth. The autumn wind began, blowing his leaves from dark green to deep red. In the autumn sunshine, he will have another solemn glory, not the pride of flowering, nor the happiness of results, but the tranquility and joy after success!

My world is really lonely.

Loneliness, how sad and helpless words, like a dim lamp, light up sad feelings. My world is lonely and sad.

The cold wind roared outside the window, and the branches with all the dead leaves beat against the glass, making the empty room look extremely lonely. The inner pain is uncomfortable, and the feeling of loneliness oppresses and stimulates every sensitive nerve.

Stand on tiptoe and look out of the window, eager to find a little warmth. After staring for a long time, I turned my eyes back to my room in disappointment: the vehicles passing by in a hurry on the road; A stranger who hurried by; Leave the fallen leaves on the tree in a hurry and be silent in the gloomy weather. How can it be warm? Yes, it's just loneliness in a hurry.

The color of the room is morbidly pale, with pale walls, pale ceilings, pale bedding and pale lonely people. I really want to open the locked door and escape from such a lonely space. I just tried, but it still didn't work.

I want more colors, even a little, to decorate my lonely world.

Maybe you will think: how can a twelve-year-old child have such a mood? Silence as an answer: when the heart is tired, the world will naturally be silent and lonely.

How can the heart be tired? You may ask again. Zhang opened his mouth and silently replied, "It's just the sadness of autumn, the helplessness of life, and the heavy study ... all these burdens add up to physical fatigue and mental fatigue."

That world is the soul. Locked "people" are dreams. Dream of becoming a writer; Dream of drawing cartoons; Dreaming of traveling around Qian Shan; Dream of tasting the ups and downs ... how helpless, I can't let go of a burden.

There's nothing to say when you go to the west wing alone/the moon is like a hook/the lonely phoenix tree is locked in the deep courtyard in the clear autumn/it's really sad/you have a different taste in your heart ...

I like this song "Meeting Huan" best. With intermittent sad and touching words, I drew a picture with ink.

It was raining cold outside the window, and the sadness in the room was scattered. A long sigh revealed the troubles in my heart.

A hurried bell rang, and I answered "coming", got up in a hurry, twisted the door and went out. Whispered: "It's time for school". Goodbye, the world ... lonely, the world ... locked the door and hid it in my heart, not wanting others to see it.

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

Comments:

The whole article sets off the lingering sadness, which is tactfully bleak. But we are in the season of warm spring in bloom, and it is not good to report our grief to the world excessively. As long as we find and observe with our heart, the ethereal love in the world will also intrigue. Don't forget "the afternoon sun is just right"!

This is a perfect composition with many good sentences, which is very successful. I hope you can make persistent efforts and be happy every day. Su Wu forever.

With a wave of his hand, he threw a sheep whip and a gold hat mink deep into the sky; Take a bald pen, the short paper is oblique, and he is engraved with the deepest concern for the big 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, between leisure and worry, he chose to forget wealth and loyalty, which painted the strongest stroke in human nature.

Holding successive festivals, he ran in the vast desert with the hope of harmony between Han and Hungary; Holding camel bells for a while, leaving Chang' an's singing and dancing for a while, and wandering in the cold sand and hay for a while; He wants to drive across the Tianshan Mountains with a straight back and communicate with the flying rainbow in the Central Plains.

Lament, when the Korean envoy failed to rebel; Righteousness, when Su Wu refused to betray the enemy; Surprised, when Khan faced this iron man who would rather die than surrender and was not moved by wealth; Insist, Su Wu raised his whip and chose to be the persistent and holy watcher of Alpine Saussurea involucrata.

The north wind blows hard, and he keeps company with Leng Yue; Gu Zhongyuan in the north remembers the nobleness of "being a gentleman and dying a gentleman" in his heart. Hu cut is bitter. He thought of solitary burial, looking forward to snow in the desert, and forgot the promise of "splendor and wealth, and a thousand dollars to seal the Hou". The cellar was cold, and he swallowed a mouthful of felt wool and turf, but his blood was boiling with an immortal belief-remembering the motherland and serving the country faithfully. Snow and ice are falling, and he loves food and wine, but his arrogance has sounded the swan song of the future-poverty cannot be moved, power cannot be bent, and wealth can still be forgotten.

What an eternal Su Wu! With his wisdom, he remembered his belief in loyalty to the big fellow. In the ice and snow, I sang and sang, sublimated the bare continuous section into an eternal surprise, and wrote a sad song that was recited through the ages.

What an eternal Su Wu! With courage, he forgot the temptation of Khan's splendor, drifted away in the desert sand, fixed the bony sheep as immortal history and wrote magnificent poems.

History can't forget, between glitz and persistence. Su Wu of Beihai, an iron-blooded man exiled in the barren hills and plains, made the most perfect interpretation with perseverance, not forgetting wealth and achieving integrity; Remember the motherland and create greatness.

I understand that between forgetting and remembering, between enjoying and persisting, Su Wu, who walks on the ice of hay, gave the best answer with persistence and belief: wealth is just passing away; Forgetting is its best destination; Loyalty is the eternity of history; Remember, that's its spiritual home.

Zhuang zai, eternal Su Wu! Great, that shocking forgetting! Strange, that earth-shattering memory! PANDA KID, a forgotten and remembered ode to the Millennium!

Su Wu forever.

Comments:

This is a masterpiece with rich historical and cultural knowledge, talent and aura. The author deeply understood the essence of the topic, turned his eyes to the historical sky with dialectical methods, carefully selected the national hero Su Wu as the material to express his feelings, and enthusiastically eulogized his great spirit and national integrity for the sake of "Sino-Hungarian harmony" and national unity. Su Wu in history, Su Wu forever! He "painted the strongest stroke in human nature" and sang "a thousand-year ode to forgetting and remembering" for history.

Full of reverence and passion, the author uses the phrase "Forever Su Wu" as the title of the essay, which is striking, concise, accurate and to the point. It not only highly summarizes Su Wu's spiritual quality, but also highlights his lofty position in history. Throughout the whole article, Su Wu always measured it on the historical scale in a comparative way, which promoted human integrity, highlighted heroic integrity, and vividly and profoundly explained the theme. Due to the extensive use of rhetorical devices such as antithesis, metaphor, parallelism, quotation and repetition, and the combination of parallel prose and irregular long and short sentences, the article has a smooth charm and a sonorous rhyme. After reading it, it not only makes people feel heroic, but also leaves fragrance everywhere. (Tang Zheng) (Xinhuanet: China Education Online)

Don't worry, we're here.

China culture, out-of-print culture, we are late.

Sky, fleeting clouds. Is the fire still burning? The beautiful scenery that hurts people solidifies into a thorn and sticks in your throat, which is red, swollen, inflamed and scarred. Then it became an unbearable shame. Splash of blood and tears soaked your palest soul. The floating wind gently climbed over the heavy yellow robe. Look, a smile beyond memory has no content. China culture, out-of-print culture, we are late.

You sobbed a thousand times and ten thousand times with tears in your eyes, tossing and turning in the vast reverberation of history. You miss each other in eternity, and you can't stop crying in this confused world. Tears slowly fall on the ground, and your sadness is hard to tell. China culture, out-of-print culture, we are late.

Curly Xiao Sheng hit your sore, a pair of women's hands locked a collapsed dynasty, and a man accidentally lost half of his country. All struggles are in vain, life can't bear the solemn pain of parting, and dull despair hangs over your fragile heart. China culture, out-of-print culture, we are late.

A thousand years of wind and rain, a thousand years of silence. Your silent and melancholy soul trudges alone, and sad stories spread with the wind and overflow the water. I am sad to cross the vast horizon and fly over the tearful watch. In just visiting, groups of masons bent down and waved chisels, chopping and chopping stories of weeping blood. Everything, and then cut a sacred sadness. China's culture, out-of-print culture, you have gone through a thousand years of wind and rain with tears and blood, and also shocked the vicissitudes of the Millennium.

Approaching you, no strange words can decorate your desolate glory, only white hair is inserted into the tunnel of time, hunting and publicity. A nation is proud of you. Approaching you, I can't decipher the password of your life. But when I stop and face the silent you, I can always feel the impulse of life and the rolling strength. Approaching you, I found you guiding us forward. Every place blends your history. The sun and the moon go back and forth, and the turn of time melts into your towering body.

China culture, out-of-print culture, please stop your mourning, stop your crying, stop your sadness, stop your confusion, because we are here. Don't worry, with us, your life will be brilliant again! Don't worry, with us, your spirit will be brilliant! Don't worry, with us here, you will never be out of print again!

Comments by famous teachers

This masterpiece, which has been thought for thousands of years, is worth learning from: First, the angle is extraordinary: it is impossible to write such a good article without understanding the historical situation and classical culture. From this perspective, it takes courage, wisdom and talent to write the topic of "sticking to out-of-print culture". The author clearly did it, and it was beautifully written! Whether it is the fire in Epang Palace or the blood and tears by the Great Wall, although full of historical bitterness, how can you forget it as a descendant of China? Second, the emotion is unique: the article can not only fully display the talents of candidates, but also show their inner persistence and love for traditional culture, which goes beyond the general emotional category.