When Grandpa began to taste the aged Longjing brewed four times, undertaker had gradually dispersed. My mother held my hand tightly and bid farewell to this land where I was born and raised. I smiled slightly. It turns out that there is no eternal hometown, and we are always passers-by.
After dealing with grandma's funeral, grandpa stopped clinging to the land where countless memories were left, and obediently followed us to the city. However, walking on the cobblestone path, I saw my grandfather's back countless times. That kind of deep attachment and unspeakable helplessness finally turned into a muddy tear and slowly flowed back to my heart.
Goodbye, I heard these two words.
Grandpa in the city still gets up early every day. This is somewhat different in a city accustomed to nightlife and disdaining the morning sunshine. However, grandpa doesn't care about those strange eyes, and still wears old blue overalls that are washed white every day and shuttles through the community. He cultivated a flower field in the wasteland in front of the building, sowed all kinds of strange seeds, and waited every day with a serious face, as if he were completing a sacred mission.
Only I know grandpa's loneliness. Because I also have such loneliness. I miss the old house in my hometown. Every morning, the euphemistic sound of warblers, the mournful moan of wooden stairs, the tiny sunshine scattered through the green bamboo forest, and the unforgettable earthy breath with a faint fragrance.
I can't find such a simple and pure smiling face in this piece of reinforced concrete. Every time I see grandpa waving his hand and putting it helplessly under the cold brush, I always have an impulse to cry.
At that time, my grandfather was a green leaf and full of energy. He can temporarily leave his roots and wander in the distance, looking for his own scenery. Now, however, this green leaf has quietly withered, and he needs to go back and stay in his hometown forever.
It was grandpa's eightieth birthday, so my relatives and friends got together. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't find grandpa. I got up quietly and walked out of the banquet hall. I saw my grandfather wandering in the corner window. I went over to shake hands with grandpa. Grandpa moved his lips and said, "I want to go home." Like a sheltered child looking for a home.
"Well, let's go home together." I saw my own shadow in my grandfather. Everyone is a green leaf. No matter how far it floats, it has been deeply branded by that land. Yes, this is the helpless and sweet fate of every green leaf.
Then, let's work hard with our feelings for the roots, and then go home hand in hand before sunset.
Excellent Shanghai Composition in 2009: Inheritance and Innovation
"Banqiao body" looks like a single zigzag, but the overall feeling is patchwork and unique. If someone envies Zheng Banqiao's achievements and wants to be famous by imitating his style, he is doomed to a dead end. Because some people say that this kind of work is "indispensable and cannot have two." To say "indispensable" is to affirm the unique artistic value and immortal artistic status of "Banqiao style"; Saying "you can't have both" reveals the truth in artistic creation. As Jia Pingwa said to her little sister in the letter, "For a master, you can only learn, not imitate."
The birth of other artistic styles such as "Banqiao School" and "Yangzhou Eight Eccentrics" has its unique historical background and significance. In the Qing Dynasty, which suppressed the development of talents and destroyed the nature of talents, the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou expressed their personality ideals and noble sentiments with an artistic style that did not conform to the secular aesthetic standards, which was the pursuit of freedom and the contempt and struggle for the dignitaries. It can be said that "Banqiao Style" is a symbol of spiritual freedom, which is also the charm of Zheng Banqiao's works. If future generations imitate the "Banqiao style", they can only have its shape without its spirit. Of course, there can't be two such works. However, many people do not believe in this principle. When literature and fashion are linked together, it seems that literary creation can be industrialized, and writers can also produce in batches according to the same model. In the bookstore, mystery novels occupy the best-seller shelf for a while and philosophy is popular for a while. Patterns are always being refurbished, but most of them are the same. Although those books sold well for a while, they were soon forgotten in the corner, covered with dust and cobwebs. Marx said: "All values are ultimately only time. Time will filter out all works that follow the trend, leaving only one or several works that reflect the spirit of the times and pay attention to human beings and life. "
So, should we stop learning other people's works? Of course not. Those superficial works that drift with the tide, it is precisely because of the lack of inheritance and research on culture and art, will not paint a tiger as a nuisance and fall into the stereotype. Therefore, inheritance is the foundation of cultural survival and development, while innovation injects a steady stream of vitality into it.
It is not only artistic creation, but also inheritance and innovation in many aspects of life and production practice. After the reform and opening up, China has had frequent scientific and cultural exchanges with the outside world, and has learned many successful experiences and tasted the sweetness. But now, China's innovation strength is relatively weak. A few days ago, Wen Wei Po said that Shanghai's service industry management copied the manufacturing management model, which hindered the service industry from dancing. Here, the management mode of the manufacturing industry is also "indispensable, and there can be no two". Only flexible innovation can make a breakthrough.
No matter what industry you are engaged in, you should learn from the successful experience of others, fully understand your own characteristics, choose the right development direction and be brave in innovation. Paying equal attention to inheritance and innovation is the foundation of the development of science and technology, literature and art.
Excellent Shanghai Composition in 2009: China Wisdom with Harmony but Difference
At the calligraphy exhibition in the museum, I was shocked by the fascinating exhibits and was at a loss for a moment. Suddenly, a work came into view. Its words look crooked, but on the whole, it has a different taste. It is beautiful in form and spirit. I'm a little shocked.
"That's what Zheng Xie said." A deep voice. I turned my head, and it was a smiling grandfather.
I can't help but sigh: "This word is so beautiful. Although it doesn't look like Liu Tiou's orthodoxy, it doesn't hinder his unique beauty of integration. It really deserves to be the masterpiece of Zheng Banqiao, the head of Yangzhou Eight eccentrics. "
The old man smiled and said, "This is China's great wisdom of harmony but difference. You can see it from a small pair of calligraphy. Every word is crooked, it doesn't look beautiful, but it is very inclusive and contains the energy of everything. "
"This is a concrete sense of great harmony, that is, accommodating all different harmony," I said. "This kind of harmony does not insist on the identity of all things, but beauty is in name and beauty is in reality."
The old man nodded and pointed to the work in front of him: "Look, Banqiao's handwriting is written in official script, not official script, and so is China's wisdom." It has never had a specific paradigm, and there is no unified demand. The ancients let their wisdom walk in front of us, let us have a glimpse, absorb and coexist various cultures and elements, and finally reach a harmonious state. Look at every masterpiece handed down in front of you. Every painting has its own special charm, even if it is not like a Banqiao, it is not ancient and is born out of the most primitive spirit. "He suddenly stopped and laughed." Perhaps this energy is given by Cang Xie's characterization. "
On reflection, I said, "A gentleman is harmonious but different, and a villain is not harmonious. So should a person. Only by gaining the power of harmony can we turn words with strong personality into one. Harmony is different, it is different, no, it must be different. Only in this way can we not be willful, not confined to our own narrow space, not seeing everything, and not having the tolerance to feel it. "
"So some people say that Zheng Xie's calligraphy is indispensable and cannot have both." The old man replied, "He's the only one. That's the difference." Look at those famous people: Jin Nong, Badashanren, Zhang Xu. They are wild and restrained, energetic and feminine. They seem to have such distinct personalities, but in fact they are all footprints in the history of China's calligraphy. China culture embraces these unique beings with its unique attitude. "
"Harmony is different. I have never thought so seriously about the wisdom hidden in such a painting. " I said with emotion.
The old man patted me on the shoulder: "China's wisdom has never been illusory, it has already penetrated into everything." Take a good look. "
I am immersed in the alternation of black and white. I return to absolute being, turned to look at it again. The old man has disappeared.
2009 college entrance examination Sichuan high score composition: familiar with
56 points composition!
Know very well
Life is like a beautiful woman's face, always half hidden. No one is born familiar with life. We are always unfamiliar with things and then familiar with them on the road of life. It is often said that practice makes perfect, so you should only master the familiar, give up all new things and stop?
The answer is no, a good life should be fresh, and familiar things will only make life dull. So, let's resolutely put aside the familiar things, challenge the new things and meet the new self.
The previous life may be familiar to Isinbayeva. The Russian girl devoted herself to the gold medal since she was a child and kept practicing gymnastics for this dream. Just when her technique was very good, a cruel reality was waiting for her to accept that her height was no longer suitable for gymnastics. But she didn't give up and became a pole vaulter. Over time, the project that was very similar to her (editor's note: unfamiliar) has now become her pride, setting new world records again and again and shocking the world! It's her. It was she who put aside her familiar life, challenged herself and finally succeeded.
Another example is the current US President Barack Obama. Before him, the president of the United States had always been a white man's territory. Not to mention the black president, who dare not even think about it. This is probably the most familiar thing in the world. However, this young black guy won't stop there. Thanks to my own efforts, I finally got a degree from a famous university, Columbia University, to prepare for the future presidential election. Life always loves people who like challenges. He finally got his wish and became the only black president in American history. In order to break this "familiar" social situation, he finally succeeded.
Another example is that Confucius devoted himself to politics in his early years, but he hit a wall everywhere and finally failed. Therefore, Confucius resolutely gave up his original intention of going into politics and began to collect ancient classics and learn by himself. Many things happen, because Confucius resolutely gave up his familiar road to politics and chose a literary avenue that suits him. Finally, Confucius became a great master, a famous educator and thinker at all times and all over the world, and had a great influence on China and even the world.
No one is born familiar with life. Gradually, we are familiar with more and more things. At this time, you might as well let go of familiar things and challenge new things, so that your life will not be spent in the familiar tasteless, but will depict your different colorful life!
Teacher's comment: The article jumps out of the limitation of the topic itself, pointing out that we should pursue what we are unfamiliar with, look for scenery in strange places, describe our different and colorful life, and start writing with our heart. New ideas, sounds. At the same time, in the use of materials, it is very representative to take care of ancient and modern China and foreign countries. The opening metaphor also adds a lot of color to the article.
High score revelation: rebounding pipa is reasonable and restrained.
Excellent composition of Hubei college entrance examination in 2009: standing in front of my house
There is a dog standing in front of my house.
This is an ordinary dog. What a real stray dog with yellow fur, stubby limbs and a smelly mouth full of saliva.
However, Mr. Dog, why are you standing in front of my house? It seems that my family has never had a similar dog, and I have never had a beautiful western dog puppy. Are you here to scold me? No, your eyes tell me that you are above doing such a thing. Your hind leg is lame. I'm curious. Why are you lame? Is it that the road is bumpy, the teeth are helping each other, and the thief is lame? Is it a narrow road, jealousness and jealousy, and being bitten by the same kind? Or was he crippled when he was begging?
Dogs are loyal animals, but also brave and poor animals. I'm considering whether to invite Mr. Dog standing at my door to stay, but I'm just a weak scholar after all!
Just when I wanted to ask Mr. Dog to stay, I watched for a long time and his stomach purred and sobbed. It's gone.
Then, a pig came and stood at my door.
Pigs are mammals. Born to eat, sleep, sleep and eat. Then it was fattened and sent to the slaughterhouse, and it became a delicious food among the adult population with a "crack".
My family doesn't raise pigs. I wonder how this pig escaped from the pigsty, the countryside, the city and my house.
This must be the hero's pig. To show respect, I used "bit" instead of other quantifiers. With Mr. Dog's instructions before, I began to wonder if Mr. Pig asked me for help, but Mr. Pig! As you can see, I am just a weak person. You are a hero's pig. You can break through the cage, break through the fate and run to freedom, but I will be bound and burdened. You should save me!
Unfortunately, obviously Mr. Pig was not moved by my words. That little eye full of wisdom just stared at somewhere in the void, thoughtful, thoughtful.
This is a clever pig. I think I should be thinking about the relationship between time and space. Unfortunately, I can't understand my language. Otherwise, we can discuss Newton's three laws, Hawking's time conjecture and ask for advice on the financial crisis. I am sad to think that perhaps this Mr. Pig is better than me, and it is not surprising that he won the top prize in liberal arts in the college entrance examination. I looked at Mr. Pig in dismay and finally closed the door.
Suddenly, a man stood at the door.
It's finally normal this time. Who is it? It may be utilities and management fees, internet access fees, thieves and killers, so I will never open the door and lock it.
On closer inspection, he is a young man, wearing a white shirt and jeans. He took the key out of his pocket and opened the door.
Ah, so this person is myself!
Excellent composition of Hubei college entrance examination in 2009: standing at the door of an old house
Standing at the door of the old house
A low wooden house, with only a layer of gray tiles on the roof, time eroded the door of the old house. And I wandered at the door, thinking about those ordinary little things.
Grandpa used to guard the old house. He likes to sit at the door and smoke one cigarette after another. And every time he choked, his face turned red. Let me rub his back quickly. This scene has been repeated for several years. In my impression, the sunset in front of the old house fell and rose, and fell and fell. Inadvertently, grandpa disappeared. The door of the old house creaked in the wind, and there was only a sad heartache. After all, there is no one sitting in front of the old house.
Later, she moved to a new house, but grandma insisted on living in that old house. She didn't explain, just sat in silence like grandpa, and no one could disobey her. But a little more sensible, I think, the door of this old house carries too much. When I come home from school, I like doing my homework on the small bench in front of the old house. On the one hand, it's quiet there. On the other hand, I can stay with my grandmother. Grandma likes to nag about the past that I am curious about. Occasionally, old ladies in twos and threes gather at the door of the old house to discuss who was buried first as usual, as if chatting. But occasionally I heard grandma complain that the bad old man went too early. At that time, I didn't know whether grandma leaned against the door or the door leaned against grandma. A person, with tears in his eyes, listened to her sobbing, but couldn't cry.
After a long time, the old house has also become a crumbling dangerous house. People in the village advised my father to tear down the house, but I refused. Of course, my father insisted on not agreeing. I remember him walking with me to the padlock door of the old house and listening to him muttering, "When I get old, I will still live in this house." I think I understand: my grandparents are here, and my father thought he saw them at the door; And when people are near middle age, they also think of their home. At that time, I naively replied: "Dad, I will live in this house when I am old." Dad said nothing, touched the small wooden door and turned away. I think he doesn't want to cry at the door of the old house, for fear that his grandparents will be sad when they see it.
Now, I am standing at the door of the old house, unwilling to push it away, for fear of touching those dusty past events. But some things, like the door of an old house, have gone through too much, but they are still silent. I dare not disturb the silence and vicissitudes of this year, but I think there may be only one door between today and tomorrow, and we all stand at the door of the years, remembering those past events and people.
I stood at the door of the old house, thinking about those ordinary little things. The door of the old house was locked with age.
Standing at the gate of the station.
Standing at the gate of the station
The station is a stage for parting and gathering. The owner of this parting and gathering scene is always changing. What remains unchanged is that this is the same platform.
The protagonist of the play is changing. One day, I became the protagonist of the play. A chilly spring day, a season full of joy and vitality, and at the same time, in my eyes, it is also a season of frustration. One day, my parents got up early in the morning and were busy packing. I was still in the transition zone between fantasy and reality, and suddenly I vaguely heard a little sobbing. I opened my sleepy eyes, and under the dim light, I found my dear mother with some tears on her face and a sad face. I climbed into my mother's arms and asked her what was wrong. She didn't speak. However, my father, who has always been silent, said: we are going to work in other provinces today, and we may only come back once a year ... I cried at that time because I didn't want my parents to leave. But these are useless. Grandma pulled me with tears on my face and stood at the gate of the station, saying goodbye to mom and dad. Then I watched them get on the bus. The car started slowly, gradually became a little bit, and gradually disappeared in the foggy morning, leaving only my grandmother and I standing at the gate of the station ... Since then, this station has remained in my memory. I will stand at the gate of the station from time to time, hoping that the distant car can bring my blessing to my parents, and the returning car can bring me news from my parents. I will stand at the gate of the station and continue the drama of the station where I left and looked forward to meeting.
Leaves are green and yellow. When they become Huang Shi, they will fall off and then they will grow again. The world has been changing, but the play on the platform has not changed. It's still on. It's still just the owner who changes.
I became a person who left more than ten years ago, and my parents who left more than ten years ago became people who have left now. Every morning when I go back to school, my mother always gets up as early as in the past, packs my bag, prepares breakfast for me, and sends me to the station to continue this drama without ending after all. A thousand exhortations: study hard, pay attention to your health, eat more and drink less cold water ... There is always endless "nagging", a nagging that warms your heart. The car drove away, and through the window, although the light outside was very dark, I clearly saw the sadness and tears in my mother's eyes. Leaving is infinite disappointment and nostalgia; When I came back, my eyes were ecstatic. But my eyes are always wet when I leave or come back.
Standing at the gate of the station, I wish people in the distance a safe journey; Standing at the gate of the station, waiting for the missing person to return safely. There is a station in my heart, a station where parting and gathering are constantly staged. I will always stand at the gate of the station, saying goodbye, blessing, waiting and meeting.
Excellent Composition of Hubei University Entrance Examination in 2009: Standing at the Gate of Literature
Standing at the door of literature
The green hills are faint and the green waters are far away. I stand at the door of literature and catch a glimpse of what is flowing in that door, which is the fragrance of pen and ink and outlines the charm of the cool breeze and the bright moon. Indus drizzle, red candle in the west window, I stood at the door of literature, I caught a glimpse of the deep sadness and long affection flowing in that door. Standing at the door of literature, I can already hear the music in the door, the sigh in the door, the flute in the door, the beautiful scenery in the door and the swaying thoughts in my heart, all of which have turned into a spring water and flowed into the world inside the door.
Standing at the door of literature, I listened to the songs of those noble souls with awe, stopped to watch the spiritual flowers hidden behind the words, and gained a sunrise ideal and lofty yearning.
In the twilight, Yi Deng is like a bean and a book is like a sail, sending me to the door of literature. The heroic generation of Jieshi in the East, drinking near the river and writing poems, can still sing the unyielding voice of "an old horse riding high, aiming at a thousand miles, a martyr dying and marching forward", and that vigorous spirit often makes me applaud. A poetical woman who drifted and sank in troubled times spun her hatred for the country into willow smoke and blew the plum flute with sadness. Even if there are more people than yellow flowers in the west wind, she will still leave a strong and colorful stroke with her weak talent in the realm of extinction. Those sonorous or soft words splashed down in the long river of history, stirring out distant voices.
The soul and life that have been artistized by literature are forever solidified in the palace of literature. When I stood at the door of literature, I was deeply infected by the lofty spirit, and tears full of joys and sorrows soaked me. They existed in the sight of history in the form of literature, captured me easily, and stopped my pace with the words forged by their noble souls, refusing to be idle foxes and rabbits on earth again.
Standing at the door of literature, the philosophy of life floating in that door, like bright stars in the night, lit up my life journey.
Shi Tiesheng, who laughs at himself that "occupation is illness, and writing is amateur", deeply touched me by his thinking about life in his words, and his persistence made me calm and calm when I encountered bumps. Bing Xin's deep sea and holy maternal love also made me stop to observe the love that filled my life during the rush. After reading How Steel was Tempered, I was moved by Paul's iron will. Reading Robinson Crusoe, I appreciate the harmony between life and nature. ...
The life form and attitude of literature, such as drizzle and flying flowers, have soaked life and paved the poetic years. When I stood at the door of literature, the rain at dusk and the morning breeze came, which made me strong and poetic.
Standing at the door of literature, after all, I just appreciate different kinds of literature. I know that one day, I will walk into the palace of literature and outline a different life style with my own pen.
2008 Guangdong College Entrance Examination Composition: Don't Say "No" Easily
There is always sunshine after the storm.
I am not a brave boy. I am afraid of difficulties, I am afraid of being at a loss on the way forward, I am afraid of facing the hardships ahead, I am afraid of facing the world without a sense of direction, and I am afraid of losing myself. When things are about to have a result, especially when I have a bad feeling, I always choose to escape.
I've always wanted to learn to be strong, but being strong is not that easy. Being strong is always not as strong as I thought. It's not a word, it's not an emotion, it's not something you can do on impulse. I think it's so difficult. I tried to do it, but in the end I failed. I still gave up. Although things always end in failure and things always end in giving up, I didn't say no easily. Search is not a brave child, but I am not a child who gives up easily. The decision I give up is always made after a struggle.
Please don't think that when you are strong, it must be a rainbow, and a beautiful world must be waiting for you. People will not be happy in everything, we will still face failure, we will still face pain, we will still face crying, but you should try your best to fight for it before we cry.
Perhaps, I am a failed child, and I am a child who has not yet grown up. So my world always fails more. No matter how hard I try, my failure rate will always be 70%.
But after that day, I think my life should not be like this, my life should not be a failure, my life should be rich and colorful. I have the right and the ability to fight for the rainbow.
Life is really fragile. When nature trembled for two minutes, we faced what you were going to do, and we began to panic. We began to be at a loss, and our land was in a panic.
Similarly, the vitality is also very strong. The coke boy in the ruins, the girl whose legs were cut off in the ruins, and the people rescued by the PLA soldiers a few days and nights later, if they give up their willpower and live in the dark world around them, are they still alive? Do they have any hope of survival?
After that day, I gradually realized that I seem to be no longer a child, and there are still many things I should do. I shouldn't give up so easily. If I bite my teeth again, I can see the rainbow and the beautiful flame, but I always hesitate at the most critical moment. Although my hesitation has also experienced reflection, if I think about it and think about it again, there will be a beautiful miracle around me, and my rainbow is not far away. I missed many opportunities to see the rainbow.
The missed will never come again, and the present is still there. I want to seize the present, don't easily say no to the things in front of me, I want to persist with my heart, and I want to strive for it. Again, you may not see the rainbow after the storm, but you will definitely not see the rainbow without it.
Chongqing College Entrance Examination Composition in 2008: Living in Nature
Living in Nature The first definition of nature in Modern Chinese Dictionary is "nature", but these three common words together make us feel awe. For thousands of years, people have been dealing with nature. In this process, human beings know more and more how to live in nature. This is not only a state, but also a realm and an instinct.
Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty, you are a model for future generations. Many people yearn for your life of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely" You are far away from downtown and hubbub, just for the closest contact with nature. You know how to deal with nature, because you have an indifferent attitude and an open mind in seclusion.
Zhuang Zhou, your realm is beyond the reach of countless people. People all know that "Saint Zhuangzi daydreaming is bewitched by butterflies", and people also know that you are willing to be a small fish in the water. You live in nature, and your thoughts touch everything around you. You know how to get along with nature, because the grass is lush and the water is clear because of you.
How many people were touched by your behavior as a "short message mom" who fell in the 5. 12 earthquake? You kneel down as if you were praying to nature. You begged her not to hurt your child, even if it killed you. You know how to deal with nature, because when nature hurts you, you support a sky for life.
Wang Bin, secretary of Wenchuan County Party Committee on an isolated island, you are the concern of 65.438+300 million China people. Not only did you not fall down, but you also organized everyone to actively carry out production and self-help. You are always in the forefront of the struggle against death, and you are always in the forefront of the struggle against nature. You know how to deal with nature, because you know that life is the most sacred.
We yearn for nature, we fear nature, but we are not afraid of natural disasters. We pursue harmony with nature, and we hope that we can be as clear as water and as lush as grass. We like quiet life, and we like fresh air. But when nature challenges us, we will never back down. People are born of nature, but they will not die of nature. Through the long history, we know better how to get along with and live in nature, and we have cultivated a kind of tenacity. We know how to use nature to seek stability, we know how to pursue nature to enhance the realm, we know how to continue after the disaster, and we know that man and nature are eternal themes.
Living in nature, we become indifferent.
Living in nature, we become smart.
Living in nature, we know how to be grateful.
Living in nature, we learn to be strong.
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