Huangshan Song, I understand you!
Can you understand the welcoming pine on the cliff of Huangshan Mountain?
Clouds surround it, fog surrounds it, rain draws it, wind destroys it, frost suppresses snow, and thunder and lightning blasts. It seems that nature cannot tolerate its existence and must be eliminated quickly. However, it does not bow its head, does not give in, and is not afraid of the wind, knives, snow and axes. In the countless counterattacks and roars, it has developed a body of iron and steel, and condensed a strong and strong spirit.
Time after time, it fought and shouted in the wind and rain; again and again, it tore the clouds and mist into pieces; it used its majesty to force the frost and snow to escape obediently; it used its hardness to drive away thunder and lightning to stay away...
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All the desire for life, the struggle for life, and the struggle for life are all displayed in this symphony of destiny shaken by the pines.
Reading Huangshan Pine, don’t you think our Anhui is just a majestic and tall pine?
Anhui, with the Yangtze River and the Huaihe River, has been turbulent for thousands of years. It has experienced several rises and falls. How many thrilling stories of heroes competing for the throne have been staged on this vast land!
This was once one of the birthplaces of Chinese civilization. Lao-Zhuang Taoism, Sancao Huazhang, Xin'an Literature, Tongcheng Prose... these are all indispensable parts of Chinese culture.
The phrase "Misfortune lies on the back of blessing; blessing lies on misfortune" tells the story of how many vicissitudes of life there are; the phrase "It is noon when the day of hoeing is over, and the sweat drips from the soil below" tells the story of Anhui. the hard work and hardship of the people.
"I never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain is the only one", "The Gate of Heaven interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastward here", "When you return from the Five Mountains, you don't see the mountains, and when you return from Huangshan, you don't see the mountains"... these , doesn’t it just confirm the literati’s yearning for the beautiful scenery of Jianghuai?
Everyone knows that Dayu "passed through the door three times without entering", but a few people know that the girl standing against the door and looking up into the distance, with "the peach blossoms on her face complementing each other's red" is our Anhui Qianshan girl! "The beauty of Qiao Gong and his two daughters, the autumn water blooming with hibiscus on their stems" fills the poet with infinite yearning, and doesn't the love between Jiao and Liu, "raising hands for a long time, and caring for each other" also touch today's people across time and space?
The Four Treasures of the Study, Huizhou Architecture, Wuhu Iron Paintings, Huangmei Opera, Fengyang Flower Drums...these are all the crystallization of the wisdom of the Jianghuai people!
The vigorous Chen Sheng and Wu Guang uprisings that overthrew the brutal rule of the Qin Dynasty a thousand years ago, and the commendable deeds of countless warriors who fought bloody battles in the Anti-Japanese War and the Liberation War a thousand years later, all confirmed that the people of Jianghuai were not afraid of oppression, Stand firm against bullying.
Huangshan Song, I understand you! Huangshan pine, you are the soul of Hui!
[Comments from Famous Teachers] This article has far-reaching intentions. The author uses "Huangshan Pine" as a symbol, and through the description of Huangshan Pine, he expresses his eulogy and praise for Anhui culture and the spirit of the Anhui people. Starting from Huangshan pine, the entry point is small, but the big one can be seen in the small, and the virtual and real are mixed to build the similarities between Huangshan pine and the "Huihun". Another major feature is its high literary talent. The interlaced use of whole sentences and the rhetoric of "quotation and parallelism" are lyrical and full of momentum, which expands the connotation of the article and strengthens the praise of Huangshan pine and Huihun.
Composition 1: Every gesture
When my grandfather was dying, my grandmother chatted with him in a low voice all night long, or looked at him, as if time had stopped.
When I was a kid, I loved going to my grandpa’s house. Grandpa knows a lot of interesting things, and grandma’s cooking skills are superb. Whenever my grandpa finished a section of his talk with great joy, both grandson and grandpa would get hungry. So grandpa crept into the kitchen, picked up a few pieces of freshly fried chicken steak while grandma was not around, and hurried back to share it with me, like a child. There were several times when my grandpa was "snatched" by my grandma, and she had no choice but to be beaten by her. Then we obediently set the table and prepared for dinner. At that time, we were so happy.
Sometimes it takes grandma a long time to buy groceries. Grandpa was so anxious that he couldn't sit still and kept looking at the window, hoping to see grandma. But when he learned that grandma had traveled a long way to buy the authentic beef we loved to eat, grandpa smiled again.
However, grandpa later went to another world that he could never touch again.
The first New Year’s dinner without grandpa was at a hotel. Grandma came, but she was not very happy. It turned out that grandpa's was missing from the tableware prepared for everyone. But when the waiter brought a chair, grandma refused and thanked her.
Grandma said: "The old man told me in his dream last night that he also wanted to eat something. If you are all filial and remember to order what he wants to eat, he should be happy. However, the old man said that he would like to eat with us. It’s enough for me to squeeze into a chair and sit..." Grandma was a simple person, but her words made me remember them better than any other famous book.
Grandpa and grandma always exude something, something in every gesture, something that I can’t put into words, but I always want to be close to.
Therefore, even on the Qingming Festival before the college entrance examination, I still insisted on climbing high mountains, visiting my grandpa’s grave, and communicating with him silently.
Grandma is attentive and carefully sets out a small table of exquisite and delicious meals in front of the cemetery. At this time, grandma always cries. I know that grandma has heard others say that people in the other world really want to eat the food offered, but their throats are only as big as the eye of a needle. Grandma would be very sad when she thinks of grandpa like that. And the paper money that grandma folded was so thick that she couldn't burn it all.
If those flying ashes can bring my grandmother's thoughts with me, then I think those are the most beautiful love letters.
The small actions and conversations between grandpa and grandma made me witness their persistence. The corners of my eyes are often moist, perhaps because I have been in the hustle and bustle for a long time and finally touched a string that has not been plucked in my heart for a long time.
And I always try hard to convey something with every gesture. Is it admiration for love, or gratitude for love?
Comment: This article has a good selection of materials. It selects small actions and small conversations between grandpa and grandma. It may seem trivial and ordinary, but it is very life-like, permeating the emotions of the characters, and describing it extremely vividly. It captures the mutual affection between the loving elderly couple. The author has careful observation and profound experience of life, so the article is emotional.
Essay 2: With every gesture
Do you know the meaning of "gentleman" and the concept of "nobility"?
Please forgive me for asking you so bluntly. I didn't see the shabby clothes on your body; I didn't pay attention to the shiny shoes under your feet. I just want to know whether the coin you gave to the beggar yesterday was squatted down and gently put into his broken bowl; today, in your bulging leather bag, did you prepare a handful of rice grains for the stray cat downstairs? .
I want to know whether you are standing in this noisy and lonely world, nobly bending down, or humbly raising your head. Bending down and stretching out your hand, this is such a humble and respectful gesture, but it is also such a warm gesture from a noble gentleman.
Like many people and you, I was shaken by the Wenchuan earthquake and had many luxurious thoughts shattered. It was played over and over again on TV. Volunteers walked through the ruins, tents, and wards, bending down and stretching out their hands to hug the children's tear-stained or stunned faces.
You say your clothes are shabby, you say your shoes are shiny, but these shabby clothes and these shiny shoes are not the clean attire of a gentleman. "Gentleman" is a resounding name for those with noble human nature. You can see that they interpret the connotation of kindness, independence, and moral cultivation in every gesture. Their faces may have been weathered and their hair on their temples will be frosty white, but the clean brilliance in their clothes will never fade away. .
In every gesture, they will often be a humble bender, placing themselves in a very low position in the world to look up to happiness, cherish the present, and be pious and grateful for what they have; they are more He would make a gesture of reaching out and ask the world with a smile: Do you need help?
O gentle gentlemen in this world who are as gentle as jade, even if the movements of hands and feet are as bright as fireflies and beans, blending and converging into an ocean of light, there should also be white rainbows that penetrate the sun and swaying spring breezes. .
Comments: The characteristic of this article is that it uses the second person to talk eloquently, and it is written calmly and cordially. The article accurately grasps the connotation of "gentleman", with special emphasis on humility, independence, virtue, and gentleness, which shows that the author has a certain degree of cultural accomplishment. The article repeatedly emphasizes the image of a bent person, which embodies the humility of a gentleman. Especially when combined with the image of the Wenchuan earthquake volunteers, it can arouse everyone's excitement.
Composition 3: Every gesture
I am elegant. ——Inscription
My grandfather is an old party member, and his ancestors are the descendants of the Qing Dynasty. He pulled me up with one hand, but his discipline was very strict. I was ignorant when I was young, and I have always hated him:
When going out and returning home, you must say goodbye and greet your family members one by one; when eating, you are not allowed to use chopsticks until the family members are all here. Eat what you want, and you are not allowed to rummage through the bowls and dishes; you are not allowed to talk while eating; you must sleep in a proper posture, with your legs together and lying on your side; you must sit in an upright posture and hold your head high when standing and walking; you are not allowed to interrupt others when they are talking, and cover your mouth when sneezing. Turn around and lower your head...
So many rules are all tied to me like shackles. Although I know that adults' education is for my own good, I find that few children of the same age are treated similarly to me. Moreover, due to my grandfather’s tough teachings, I had to learn self-restraint and discipline from an early age, which was actually quite painful for a naughty and fun-loving child.
As I grow older, what these rules and regulations have given me is called quality and education. Every detail displayed in every gesture shines with the brilliance of personality.
So I always say "please, sorry, thank you..." and say it sincerely; so I never interrupt others at will and wait patiently for the other person to finish; so I As a labor committee member for three years, I always hummed happily while working; so when the teacher assigned a lot of homework and the classmates sighed and lamented, I silently wrote down the homework...
Every gesture is a The ruler is the standard for measuring the inner gold content of a person. A person with high gold content must, I dare say, be a great person.
In order to give alms to a beggar on the roadside, Turgenev searched through his wallet, but could not find a penny, so he had to hold the beggar's hands and say "I'm sorry, friend"; Lei Feng was When the comrades were away, everyone's clothes were washed and dried. Premier Zhou Enlai was neatly dressed and spoke generously. How could it be achieved overnight? Or like Xu Sanduo in "Soldier Assault", when his comrades in the class only drink tea and play cards all day long, he silently carries stones, and he builds a road over time...
Hands are a trivial matter, feet are a trivial matter, and details are even more trivial.
Eating is a trivial matter, talking is a trivial matter, going out to the street is a trivial matter, returning home is a trivial matter, interacting with a friend is a trivial matter, and interacting with a stranger is also a trivial matter. In fact, life is such a trivial matter, and we need to pay attention to it bit by bit. Do; even a small matter such as national rejuvenation requires each of us, one in 1.3 billion, to do it seriously.
I understand my grandfather’s good intentions more and more, and I am more and more grateful to him. He used strict education to tell me that I should be a person who upholds the Chinese tradition and be a high-quality person.
Why don’t I hope that there will be more people like my grandfather, more and more, to train a good generation? Let the elegant and noble Chinese style be passed down from generation to generation!
Comments: Seeing the big from the small is the characteristic of this article. What is commendable is that the author generalizes his personal experience, thinking of the successful experiences of celebrities and great people, and realizes that details make great people. Because it combines the words and deeds of my grandfather with the typical life details of celebrities and great men, it avoids abstract reasoning. The language has its own characteristics, and there is also brilliance in the smoothness.
Composition 4: With every gesture
The wheel of life is slowly moving forward, and human beings have grown from a young and ignorant species into highly civilized and intelligent creatures. Knowledge and responsibility allow us to gradually get rid of our self-centered narrowness, and we increasingly consider treating nature well. And I want to say, be kind to nature, please start with every gesture.
There are many environmentalists in the world. They can hold massive demonstrations to protest against the brutal killing of whales by the Japanese, or they can build strange and sturdy wooden houses to live in the trees to oppose the deforestation by businessmen. Sometimes, we can’t help but feel that such courage and feats are too far away from us. Nothing wrong. But love and kindness don’t always have to be expressed in earth-shattering sacrifices. With just a few gestures, we can show kindness to nature.
Bend around the low-hanging branches, gently lift up the blown flowers, lovingly send away the young spider that accidentally fell on your book, and warmly entertain the homeless. Return to the hungry stray dog... The equal love and respect between living creatures manifest themselves in every gesture. Don't think these are trivial things. Because nature shines in every weak life, and every small action is a cherishment and protection of nature. We need large-scale environmental protection movements, but even more so, we need the small and meticulous things that make up the ocean.
There is a scene in the cartoon "Journey to the West" that impressed me the most: Monk Tang was meditating and chanting sutras, and suddenly an ant fell on his hand. Tang Seng did not wave his palm roughly or crush the little insect to death. He just gently put the hand where the ant was on the ground to let the panicked ant leave safely. I remember that every time I saw this paragraph when I was a child, I would always laugh at Tang Seng's pedantry and hypocrisy. But as I grew older, I gradually understood that it was the kindness in every gesture that made a compassionate and holy monk appear. Out of the Buddha’s fraternity and wisdom. Similarly, when we accumulate kindness to nature with every move we make, who can say that we are not true environmentalists?
Who said that human beings should look at themselves and the earth with a universal view of universal love. Cosmology tells us to learn to treat nature equally and to regard human beings as ordinary members of the earth. When it comes to converting ideas into actions, I believe that we should look at the world and our own behavior from the most microscopic perspective. Because it is the small acts of kindness that reflect the light of a soul and reflect a sincere heart full of love and beauty.
Comments: The idea of ??the article is very successful. The article is highly knowledgeable and has a concentrated and profound idea, emphasizing the need to be kind to nature in every gesture. This meets the requirements of the proposition, keenly touches on social hot spots, and effectively combines microscopic things such as gestures with the macro proposition of protecting nature. Of course, writing in the details from the cartoon gives the article a concrete and perceptible picture.
Standing at the door of literature
The green mountains are faint and the green water is far away. I stand at the door of literature and glimpse what is flowing inside the door. It is the fragrance of ink and pen, outlining the breeze and the bright moon. The charm of the poem; the drizzle in the sycamore trees and the red candles in the west window; I stood at the door of literature and glimpsed the heart-shaking sadness and long-lasting love flowing through the door. Standing at the door of literature, I can already hear the shengxiao in the door, the sighs in the door, the reed pipe in the door, and the beauty in the door; standing in the door of literature, the swaying thoughts in my heart have turned into a river. Spring water flows into the world inside the door.
Standing at the door of literature, I have a sense of awe to listen to the songs of those noble souls, to stop and watch the spiritual flowers hidden behind the words, to harvest an ideal as bright as the morning sun. and yearning for the sublime.
When dusk falls, a lamp is like a bean and a book is like a sail, sending me to the door of literature. That generation of heroes who faced Jieshi in the east, drank wine by the river, and wrote poems across the river. Even though the years had dyed his beard and hair white, he could still sing the unyielding voice of "The old man is in trouble, and his ambition is thousands of miles. The martyr is in his old age, and his ambition is endless." A strong and vigorous spirit often makes me praise him. The poetic woman who wanders and sinks in troubled times spins the hatred of the country into thick willow smoke and plays the plum flute to make her sad. Even if the west wind blows behind the curtain and the people are like yellow flowers, she still wants to use her weak voice in the realm of extinction. Talent, leaving a lasting mark.
Those sonorous or soft words splashed down in the long river of history, stirring up distant silence.
The soul and life transformed by literature and art are solidified for eternity in the palace of literature. When I stood at the door of literature, I was deeply affected by the spirit of the show, and soaked by the tears of true love that contained the joys and sorrows. They exist in the sight of history in a literary way, and easily I captured them, and used the words forged by their noble souls to freeze my pace, refusing to be an idle fox or rabbit in the world anymore.
Standing at the door of literature, the philosophy of life emanating from that door is like the bright stars in the night, illuminating my life journey.
Shi Tiesheng, who self-deprecated that "career is illness, writing is amateur", I was deeply moved by his thoughts about life in his writings. His perseverance made me calm and calm when encountering ups and downs. The deep sea and holy maternal love described by Bing Xin also made me stop and appreciate the love that fills my life in the gaps between hurried walks. Reading "How Steel Was Tempered", I was moved by Paul's iron will; reading "Robinson Crusoe", I appreciated the fit between life and nature...
What is embodied in literature The form of existence and attitude towards life, like drizzle and flying flowers, soak the poetic years of life. When I stand at the door of literature, the dusk rain and morning wind come in bursts, making me walk strong and poetic.
Standing at the door of literature is, after all, just appreciating a different world of literature. I know that one day, I will enter the palace of literature and use the pen in my hand to outline a different style of life.
Comments from review experts
Appreciate the different world in literature, listen, watch, and harvest with a sense of awe; wander in the ocean of literature and appreciate the beauty of art. Soul and life, appreciate the life philosophy emanating from the works, let "I" walk strong and poetic, calm and calm in the journey of life. The author turns his thoughts into a river of spring water, flowing into the world of literature. He can pick it up at his fingertips, indulge in it, gain true feelings, and make brilliant discussions. The article is profound, the thinking is clear, the language is elegant, and the writing is beautiful. Judging from the author's love for literature and Chinese literacy, entering the palace of literature is just around the corner!
Source: Wuhan Morning News
Standing at the door of the eighteen-year-old
Youth is like a string of wind chimes. I saw it hanging at the door of the eighteen-year-old. The wind tinkled and waved at me. I know that after crossing this door, I will say goodbye to my youthful youth and move towards my mature life.
My birthday happens to be in July. It should be a special feeling to cross the college entrance examination to celebrate my eighteenth birthday, because after more than ten years of study and the baptism of the college entrance examination, this coming-of-age ceremony More calm and wise.
Standing at the door of eighteen years old, looking back, it was a wonderful life of eighteen years. I gained family love, where my parents cared for me and taught me meticulously from babbling to toddler to independent thinking. I gained friendships, from childhood playmates to close friends who studied together. Their innocent smiles and countless sexual intercourse with me have left tender memories in my heart forever. I have gained knowledge. Over the past eighteen years, I have been swimming like a hungry fish in the ocean of knowledge. Literary masterpieces have inspired me with wisdom and given me motivation to move forward. They are the rain and dew that nourish my dry heart. They He is a good mentor when I am lonely and desperate; natural science makes me feel the wonder and beauty of the world more truly, and inspires my desire to explore the world. I have gained a sense of national pride. As a Chinese with yellow skin, I happily witness the progress and glory of the motherland. I am happy to be able to walk with such a nation!
Thanks to the eighteen-year-old life that allowed me to feel the truth, goodness and beauty of the world, and made me more clear about my ideals and goals in life!
Standing at the door of the eighteen-year-old, I looked at the beautiful string of wind chimes and told myself: wave goodbye to the past full of ups and downs! Now, I must muster up the courage to prepare for the next voyage of my life.
Perhaps like all my friends who are about to or have just grown up, my heart is full of nostalgia, hesitation and hope. It is a real and shy desire, a kind of passion and desire to control life. eager!
Standing at the door of eighteen years old, looking forward eagerly, it will be a journey full of unknowns, unknown successes, unknown failures, unknown joys, and unknown troubles. Will I be at a loss? Will you be overwhelmed by difficulties? Oh, when I looked up, it was the affirmative eyes of my parents, the friendly wave from my friends, and the beautiful smile of my teacher. Oh, and there are the Chinese around me, the always strong and unyielding Chinese. I will not be afraid to be with them. I can go forward with them and inherit the hard work and wisdom of the descendants of the Yan and Huang Dynasties for five thousand years. I think, I will definitely be able to .
Standing at the door of the eighteen-year-old, looking at the sea of ??life, I thought:
Leave the sail to the wind and the oar to the waves,
Leave the captain's position to me!
[Comments from reviewers]
This article has many highlights. The topic is as follows: looking back on the past, facing reality, looking forward to the future, the choice of expression form in lyrical prose gives the author a platform to show his talent, allowing us to see his youthful style, talents and ideals at the "doorway of eighteen" .
Such as full of emotions: from life to study to thinking to enlightenment, from boyhood to youth to adulthood, from individual to era to family and country, all the emotions are conveyed in it and move people. For example, images: emotions are embedded in narratives, and philosophy is embedded in images, such as "wind chimes", such as "sea", such as "sail", "wind", "oar" and "wave", such as "captain". It is commendable to be able to write such an article in that kind of exam atmosphere.
Source: Wuhan Morning News
Standing at the door of the station
The station is a stage where farewells and reunions are constantly being staged. The protagonists of this scene of farewell and reunion are always changing, but what remains unchanged is that this is the same platform.
The protagonist of the drama is changing. One day, I became the protagonist in this drama. It’s a cold day in spring, a season full of joy and vitality. At the same time, in my eyes, it’s also a season of frustration. One day, my parents got up early in the morning and were busy packing things. Still in the transition zone between dreamland and reality, I suddenly heard a faint cry. I opened my hazy sleepy eyes and found my dear mother's face under the dim light, with some tears hanging on it, and a look of sadness written on her face. I crawled into my mother's arms and asked her what was wrong, but she didn't say anything. But my father, who had always been silent, spoke up: Today we are going to another province to work, and we may only go back once a year... I cried at that time, because I didn't want my parents to leave. But none of this helps. Grandma took me with my face full of tears and stood at the door of the station to say goodbye to my mother and father. Then he watched them get into the car. The car started slowly, gradually became dots, and gradually disappeared in the foggy morning, leaving only my grandma and I standing at the door of the station, sobbing... From then on, the station stayed in my memory. From time to time, I would stand at the door of the station, hoping that the car going away would bring my blessings to my mother and father, and that the car returning would bring me news about my father and mother. I will stand at the door of the station and continue my drama of farewell and anticipation of reunion at the station.
The leaves turn green and yellow, fall off when they turn yellow, and grow again after they fall off. The world has been changing, but the drama on the platform has not changed. It is still happening. What has changed is still just the protagonist.
I have become the person who said goodbye to me more than ten years ago, and my parents who have gone away more than ten years ago have become the person to say goodbye to now. Every morning when I returned to school, my mother would always get up early, pack my luggage, and prepare breakfast for me. After everything was done, she would send me to the station to continue this endless drama. Thousands of warnings and instructions: study hard, pay attention to your health, eat more, drink less cold water... There is always endless "nagging", a kind of nagging that warms the heart. The car drove away, and through the window, although it was dark outside, I could clearly see the reluctance in my mother's eyes and her watery eyes. When I leave, I feel infinite reluctance and nostalgia; when I return, my eyes are full of ecstatic excitement. But my eyes are always wet no matter when I leave or when I come back.
Standing at the door of the station, wishing those who are far away a safe journey; standing at the door of the station, waiting for the safe return of those who miss you. There is a station in my heart, a station where farewells and reunions are constantly happening. I will always stand at the door of the station to say goodbye, to bless, to wait, and to gather.
Comments from review experts
Those who are in ecstasy are just saying goodbye. Parting is an eternal state of life. The author chooses a special scene - the station to express the real feeling of parting in life, and uses this kind of parting to express the love of ordinary people's families. In order to make a living, I said goodbye to my parents back then; in order to study, my parents say goodbye to me now. What's even more valuable is that the details such as the parting psychology and actions are written realistically and delicately, making people's hearts beat.
Source: Wuhan Morning News
Standing at the door of Xiang Jixuan
I love Xiang Jixuan, and I love standing at the door of Xiang Jixuan even more.
Love her half-wall under the bright moon, love her tranquility on the 3rd and 5th nights, love her narrowness and simplicity.
Every time I open the book full of scholarly Chinese language, what comes into view is a small pavilion that is low but gives people a sense of security. Here lives Mr. Zhenchuan, who pursues peace and quiet. A calm and leisurely soul blooms here. Standing at the door of Xiang Jixuan, my heart has been edified by this peaceful atmosphere, and my impetuousness has disappeared. So I only dared to stand at the door of Xiangji Xiaoxuan, looking up at him who was not tall but very tall, watching everything here, and listening to the music played by nature.
Standing at the door of Xiang Jixuan, thinking about the scene of borrowing books from the shelves, listening to the roaring and singing, feeling the happiness of being crowded with books, and then recalling Looking at the past that was full of melancholy but beautiful and sweet, recalling the sweet smiles of parents, friends, classmates, and teachers, immersed in the happiness of memories that everyone has but gradually forgets! Then cry softly and smile softly!
Standing at the door of Xiangjixuan, thinking about the expression of sitting silently, in front of the silent court steps, the girl learning to feed, rolled down her sleeves, waved her hand and scattered the millet, attracting the A bird that never goes away. Then I stood there quietly watching, watching, blending into the quiet yet pulsating melody of the courtyard, waiting for the fading and darkening dusk, waiting for the sun to set and the flowers to bloom and fall in front of the courtyard. A moment. Then the cute expression of the bird appears in my mind, and I learn how the bird enjoys the harmony from nature in the beating melody.
It’s no wonder that Mr. Zhenchuan loves this dilapidated but long-lasting Xiaoxuan alone. It’s no wonder that Mr. Zhenchuan can think of the endless love and the ever-lasting touching feeling in front of the court and under the bright moon. Mr. Zhenchuan has such a delicate mind and writes such delicate articles. This love, this touch, and this delicacy come from the sweet memories, from the harmony of nature, from the peace and leisure in the heart!
Standing at the door of Xiang Jixuan, looking at the rising moon, looking at the dim xuan in the moonlight, I think of Li Lewei's castles in the air, and Zhu Ziqing's moonlight on the lotus pond. How could it be that it was not the pavilion in the sky that I pursued deep in my heart, nor was it the moonlight of the lotus pond that I enjoyed secretly. This silence, this harmony!
Standing at the door of Xiang Jixuan, standing on the axis of memories, standing on the strings of nature, standing next to the bell of my own soul!
[Expert Comments]
Literary and artistic works are endlessly charming. They can nourish people's body and mind and involve their souls. Master Confucius listened to Shao music and did not know the taste of meat for three months; young students read beautiful articles, their hearts were moved, their sentiments were cultivated, their imaginations were stimulated, and they were even inspired by it to create a beautiful essay in the examination room. Isn't this the ideal that reading pursues? Realm? For middle school students who complain about the lack of direct life, isn't it also one of the ways to make reasonable use of the indirect life gained from reading for writing?
Unique
People often say that official script feels too public, while regular script feels too rigid. The clever Zheng Banqiao combined official script with regular script to form the unique "Banqiao style". It's crooked and well-proportioned, it's really wonderful! Some people say that this kind of work "cannot have one or two", which is actually reasonable. I quite agree with it. Not only in the calligraphy world but also in our society, there is either a lack of "Zheng Banqiao" or there are too many imitations of "Zheng Banqiao"! What we need is a real "Banqiao body" and innovation, not a proliferation of empty shells.
When I was learning calligraphy when I was young, I mainly focused on copying. It was very hard at first. It was not until later that I understood its meaning deeply. It turns out that it is difficult to learn other people's fonts and styles, especially to integrate that font with your own thoughts, emotions and even your brushwork. However, the real realm lies in developing your own style, which is even more difficult. After studying for many years, I still haven’t matured yet. Therefore, I admire pioneers like Zheng Banqiao very much. However, many people who call themselves "calligraphers" in the calligraphy community are actually in the same embarrassing situation as me, but their "heat" is deeper than mine. In fact, their "personality" is also missing. Although their "descriptions" are similar in form, they are not similar in spirit, which also proves the principle of "one cannot exist without one, and there cannot be two". Not only does calligraphy need "Banqiao style", our society also needs its injection.
The word "plagiarism" often comes up in our composition world. Today there are so many books, everyone is a "writer" and everyone has one or two "books". However, most of the gold and jade are on the outside, but they are in ruins, which is really a mess. They plagiarized the treasures of famous artists and compiled them into one book, but they looked completely different from each other. Therefore, if you can’t copy something that is truly valuable and has a high artistic conception, why not create your own brand and be self-reliant!
Let’s talk about Xiao Shenyang, who has become very popular recently. Everyone is attracted by his funny talent. Xiao Shenyang is really unique and unique, but there can be one Xiao Shenyang, but not two. One, it can be said to be trendy, the other two, and the third are not, which not only greatly reduces its novelty, but also greatly reduces the aesthetic taste of the entire society, which is not flattering. Therefore, no matter what, our society needs "Banqiao style" and needs to inject new vitality and richer elements, just like fonts.
"Banqiao Body" not only contributes to the development of society, but also tells us how to be a human being. It should neither be too ostentatious nor too rigid. It should be moderate and balanced by combining official script with regular script. You must create your own world according to your own conditions, be brave in innovation, and create a unique personality.
Looking to the future, I hope that our society will have more different "Banqiao bodies". We are all unique and cannot be copied. Dance to your own stage with ease!
[Comments] The candidate’s understanding of the material is closely related to the theme of promoting innovation and developing personality, which shows that he has the ability to read and refine. The evaluation of the characteristics of regular script and official script at the beginning naturally leads to composition materials, which shows his ability to handle materials. The main text starts from the "Banqiao style" "one cannot exist without one, and cannot have two", and writes about the feelings of learning calligraphy "tracing" as a child, "plagiarism" in the writing world, and the funny trend of Xiao Shenyang. This is from The discussion from simple to profound shows that he has the ideological quality to understand the truth.
Although the language expression needs to be refined, the writing skills in the examination room are commendable.
Shanghai Weiyu Middle School Chinese Language Special Teacher National Day Wave
Normally I don’t ask for help, but this time I beg you to give me points! Look how hard it is for me! (I spent an entire night getting it, and even got scolded by my parents)