From Su Shi's "Linjiang Immortal"
1) Linjiang Immortal - Su Shi "One farewell to the capital and three changes to the fire, the end of the world has left the world of mortals." Still smiling as a spring warmth.
A real ancient well without waves, but a Qiujun with knots.
The melancholy lone sail sailed all night long, seeing off the moonlight with faint clouds.
There is no need to frown in front of the bottle.
Life is like a journey against the odds, and I am also a traveler.
Still smiling to warm the spring means meeting each other and laughing, just like the warmth of spring
This poem was written by Su Shi to say goodbye to Yuezhou when he learned about Hangzhou in the spring of the sixth year of Yuanyou, Zongzong of the Song Dynasty. It was written by my old friend Qian Mufu (named Xie) when he was migrating north to Hangzhou (today's Shaoxing, Zhejiang). The whole poem changes the style of previous farewell poems that were sentimental, sorrowful, or generous and desolate. It contains innovative ideas in the law and expresses wonderful ideas in addition to boldness. It is full of discussion and expresses one's temperament directly. It is written with both emotional charm and rational interest. , fully reflects the author's broad-minded and free-spirited personality. The poet's feelings of attachment and farewell to his old friend are written deeply and delicately, with tactful responses and twists and turns, which is touching.
The first part of the poem is about reuniting with a friend after a long separation. In the early years of Yuanyou, Su Shi was in charge of the living room, and Qian Mu's father was in charge of the book room. They had good temperaments and a deep friendship. In the third year of Yuanyou, Mu's father went to Yuezhou and had a drink in the capital tent. Su Shi wrote a farewell poem. Time flies by, and this reunion in Hangzhou is already the third year after we said goodbye. In the past three years, Mu's father traveled between Beijing and Wuyue, and this time he went to Yingzhou. It can be said that he has traveled all the way to the end of the world. Although we have been separated for a long time, our friendship has become stronger, and we laugh when we see each other, just like the warmth of spring. What's even more gratifying is that both friends and themselves can keep their moral integrity and maintain integrity. To borrow a poem from Bai Juyi's "Gift to Yuan Zhen", that is, "water from an ancient well has no waves, but bamboo poles have knots in autumn." The author believes that Mu's father went to defend Yuezhou, just like himself, because he discussed political affairs with the court and was attacked by the officials.
In the above sentences, we first write from time, recalling the previous parting, and then write ink from space to summarize the official career. Next, we express the author’s optimistic attitude towards official frustration and long-term adversity, and use parallel metaphors. The sentence structure expresses his indifferent mood and steadfast integrity by praising his friends for their integrity and honor. The first part of the poem is not only a comfort and support for a friend to assist the emperor in governing the country and uphold integrity, but also a self-portrait of the poet's half-life experience and integrity. It is the poet's self-encouragement and contains a strong sense of life experience. The host is written clearly, and the guest is implicitly included; the host is used to comfort the guest, and the guest and the host are the same, showing that the author and his friend are in a sincere relationship and share the same goals. The second part of the poem cuts to the point and writes about farewell to friends on a moonlit night. The sentence "Melancholy and solitary sail sails all night long to bid farewell to the faint moonlight clouds" depicts a desolate and cold atmosphere, exaggerating the author's depressed and joyless mood when parting with his friends.
The sentence "No need to have green eyebrows in front of the bottle" changes from sadness to broad-minded and heroic. It means that the singing and dancing girls in the farewell banquet do not need to mourn for separation. The purpose of this sentence is first not to increase the sadness of the separation between the traveler and the sender, and secondly because separation is common in the world, so there is no need to be sad. There seems to be a contradiction between the two, but in fact they can be unified in suppressing sadness and being optimistic. This is in line with Su Shi's ideological character that he developed after his many troubles in officialdom. The last two sentences of the poem state why there is no need to be sad for a temporary separation. In fact, life is like a gift. Li Bai's "Spring Night Banquet from My Brother's Peach Garden Preface" says: "Heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things, and time is the passer-by of hundreds of generations." Since people Everyone is a passer-by between heaven and earth, so why bother about gathering and dispersing in front of us and the south and north of the Yangtze River? At the end of the poem, the whole poem is summed up with words of comfort and relief to friends, which not only touches the heart but also reveals the attitude towards life of forgetting both gains and losses and integrating all things. Composition "
Friendship is still under the blue sky, and you and I have met through countless fates. Although we have not known each other for a long time, I still regard you as a good friend.
I hope our friendship will last forever and still shine brightly like a gem.
Old classmate, I haven’t seen you for a few years. How are you? A few days ago, I received your email inviting me to a buffet.
This reminds me of that time. Do you still remember it? "Why are you so untrustworthy?" "I didn't know there was a sudden schedule at home, so you can't blame me." "Even if you can't come, you should have called me to tell me, right? It was a waste of time for me. So much time.
"I couldn't care less at the time..." You turned around before I could finish my words. I watched you leave with firm steps, and you didn't even look back. , I was the only one left in the silent corridor, which seemed particularly quiet.
"Ding ding ding...
!" Evening self-study has begun.
The disturbed heart could not calm down for a long time. I was irritated and sat in front of the window, staring at the ever-changing sky. The blue sky was soon covered by dark clouds, and the sky became gloomy. , which made me even more irritable. I didn’t bring an umbrella.
I could only pray in my heart that it wouldn’t rain, but contrary to what I expected, a heavy downpour accompanied the get out of class. *** came to me. The students came in groups and left in twos and threes holding umbrellas. I was the only one left in the classroom. I was naturally timid and could not bear this.
I decided, let’s go! I lowered my head to pick up the books and go home. When I packed my schoolbag, I found an umbrella in the drawer for no apparent reason. This umbrella seemed familiar to me. I returned home with doubts.
"Hey, son, you're home. You didn't bring an umbrella. You must be wet. Take a shower."
"My mother said before I could ask."
It’s strange, who else could have given it to me if it wasn’t my parents? The names of several good friends came to mind. No, it couldn't be him. He must still be angry with me.
The next day, I smiled and said to the monitor, "Monitor, thank you for the umbrella."
"But the monitor shook his head and pointed at you who had caught a cold and was coughing.
"Yesterday he secretly put the umbrella in your drawer and went home alone in the rain.
"I went home with guilt and turned on the computer to look at you. In the diary, the sentence is still there, but it has changed: "Friendship is like a brick. No matter how exquisite the carving is, there will always be a flaw in the dazzling light, but the brick is precisely because it has flaws. , only to become beautiful.
"A crystal "drop of water" falls on the palm of my hand. No matter how many years pass, I will never forget this friendship. I believe that the friendship will still be there. ...Still Composition
Friendship Still Composition 500 words In the blink of an eye, six springs, summers, autumns and winters have passed.
Every past incident is vivid in my mind, and my friends left me one by one.
What remains in the end is the unforgettable friendship.
Opening the photo album of memories, that scene made me feel immersed in the scene, as if I had returned to the past: That day, Xiao Ming and I were walking on the way to school as usual.
Xiao Ming and I are neighbors, classmates, and good friends.
I lost 10 yuan the day before, and I didn't care much at the time.
But I happened to pick up 10 yuan on the way to school with Xiao Ming. My first reaction at that time was to pick up the money and stuff it into my pocket. Just as I was about to put it in my pocket, I was Xiao Ming stopped me, "I picked this up and should give it to the teacher. How could you keep it for yourself?" "I lost this yesterday," I explained.
"Impossible, what evidence do you have?" I had no choice: "I don't care, this is mine.
" Xiao Ming left angrily.
After one day of class, Xiao Ming ignored me and even deliberately avoided me.
I thought: "He must think I am dishonest, but I did lose 10 yuan.
Never mind, it's just 10 yuan, how can we have it? Friendship is important.
"I quickly handed over the money to the teacher.
Before school in the afternoon, the teacher publicly praised me for my spirit of collecting money. The teacher also took out a 10 yuan bill and said to me: "Your father's name is on it, you must have lost it.
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"I nodded and took the 10 yuan note.
On the way home from school, Xiao Ming came to me and said: "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you this morning. We are still good friends.
"This time, I not only saved the friendship, I have gained the trust of my classmates and teachers, but what I care about most is the still-lasting friendship.
Under the sun, we chase and play together; under the shade of the trees, we talk and read together; in the wind and rain, we applaud and cheer together... Everything is in words, I hope Friendship lasts forever and will always remain the same! Hope to adopt O (∩_∩) O Looking for an excellent composition with the title of Still Being
There is true love everywhere in the world - nostalgia is still in the busy and meaningless sighs, the days pass by gently on the temples and sleeves Slide over.
Walking through the streets and alleys of the city, there are many high-rise buildings, the lights are flashing, and the shop windows are refurbished with fashionable clothes of each season. The crowds are like ants, and the strangers passing by are unfamiliar faces.
The city is marching in the hustle and bustle every day, continuing civilization and culture, but the affinity and trust of life, the influence and integration of nature, are gradually drifting away.
Living in green crops and red brick houses, I thought this was my world, my paradise.
Growing up carefree and happily under this rainless sky.
Farewell to the flower season, ushered in the rainy season, and I also embarked on a journey to study in a different place.
Standing in a corner of the city, looking at the bustling crowds and the endless flow of vehicles, I feel very small and insignificant.
Sometimes, after a day of turmoil, the heavy night slowly gathers around me, and my loneliness is like the night slowly falling outside the window, getting stronger and stronger.
I don’t want to turn on the light, I just sit quietly in the loneliness, longing for the barking of dogs in the distant village, the croaking of frogs in the pond, and the sound of crickets swaying from the horizon. The longing in my heart arose, and the hometown I thought about day and night gradually came closer, becoming more abundant and clear.
The village is not big, but it has water, grass, houses and cooking smoke, old people who can tell stories, honest and cheerful villagers, and children who can build birdcages and catch grasshoppers. So vivid, so interesting.
Therefore, it became a memory that I will never forget in my life.
Running up and down the villages without knocking on the wrong door.
Although each house is similar, we can clearly distinguish it because of some differences.
This house’s morning glories covered the wooden sticks, and that house’s red peppers hung from the eaves.
Every family’s small garden is well-kept, with all kinds of vegetables cultivated in separate ridges, with vines rising up and tiny flowers blooming everywhere.
The small garden is covered with green, overflowing with the true flavor and hope of life.
The small village is nourished by the mountains and rivers, and the air is filled with the fragrance of green trees and firewood.
The simplicity and kindness of the folks here make the creatures on the earth willing to live with them.
Every year in the warm spring, swallows fly in and build their nests in the mud under the eaves of the farmhouse. The picture is harmonious and moving: a family sitting together on the porch eating a very ordinary dinner, and the swallows are above their heads. Whispering, sometimes it will fly diagonally past people, leaving a beautiful silhouette.
A calm and tranquil life makes the texture of life more pure and transparent.
Nowadays, facing this huge city and the noisy crowd, I miss my hometown even more.
I miss the tranquility and simplicity there, and the freshness and cleanliness there.
So, there was a faint trace of regret. Why was it that all the treasures were ordinary at that time, but when I looked back, tears filled my eyes? ——Still a semi-propositional composition of 800 words, urgent
Smile Still Smile is a beautiful piece of music that makes people feel relaxed and happy; Smile is a beautiful landscape painting that makes people intoxicated; Smile is a kind of kindness Easy-to-understand language makes people open their hearts; a smile is also the most beautiful expression in the world.
Smile is so magical. It can bridge the gap between people and encourage people when they encounter difficulties. It not only symbolizes tolerance and understanding, but also means sincerity and kindness.
I remember hearing such a story when I was a child: There once was a thief who lost his parents when he was a child. No one had ever cared about him, so when he grew up, he vowed to be a thief to punish him. People's indifference.
One day, he climbed through the window and came to a kitchen. Just as he was about to start stealing, a little girl pushed the door in. She saw him standing there, her face full of surprise. He thought The little girl will definitely scream next. Just when he takes a step forward and wants to cover the little girl's mouth, the little girl smiles: "Uncle, are you hungry? We have delicious food at home. But there are only vegetables in the kitchen, but there are cakes in the cabinet, hehe.
"He was stunned for a moment. He had been living with people's contempt and disdain since he was a child, and he had never seen it before. Someone showed such a beautiful expression to him, and he suddenly felt guilty for what he had done, and felt an unprecedented disgust for theft. So, before the little girl could react, he climbed out of the window and escaped. From then on, he Change your mind, be a good person, and always smile to others. He said that you should let others infect your happiness and treat others with love.
Yes, how beautiful a smile is. It can open up the kind side of people, convey care and love, forget grudges with a smile, face setbacks with a smile, feel happiness, and taste the love of the world. In this way You will find that the world is so beautiful. The largest area on the earth is the ocean. The sky is bigger than the ocean. The human heart is bigger than the sky. Let the soul smile and face life with a smile. < /p>
Friendship is still under the blue sky, and you and I have met through countless fates. Although we have not known each other for a long time, I still regard you as a good friend.
I hope our friendship will last forever and still shine brightly like a gem.
Old classmate, I haven’t seen you for a few years. How are you? A few days ago, I received your email inviting me to a buffet.
This reminds me of that time. Do you still remember it? "Why are you so untrustworthy?" "I didn't know that there was a sudden schedule at home, so you can't blame me." "Even if you can't come, you should have called me to tell me, right? It was a waste of time for me. So much time.
"I couldn't care less at the time..." You turned around before I could finish my words. I watched you leave with firm steps, and you didn't even look back. , I was the only one left in the silent corridor, which seemed particularly quiet.
"Ding ding ding...
!" Evening self-study has begun.
The disturbed heart could not calm down for a long time. I was irritated and sat in front of the window, staring at the ever-changing sky. The blue sky was soon covered by dark clouds, and the sky became gloomy. , which made me even more irritable. I didn’t bring an umbrella.
I could only pray in my heart that it wouldn’t rain, but contrary to what I expected, a heavy downpour accompanied the get out of class. *** came to me. The students came in groups and left in twos and threes holding umbrellas. I was left alone in the classroom. I am naturally timid, so how could I stand this?
I decided, let’s go! I lowered my head to pick up the books and go home. When I packed my schoolbag, I found an umbrella in the drawer for no apparent reason. This umbrella seemed familiar to me. I returned home with doubts.
"Hey, son, you're home. You didn't bring an umbrella. You must be wet. Take a shower."
"My mother said before I could ask."
It’s strange, who else could have given it to me if it wasn’t my parents? The names of several good friends came to mind. No, it couldn't be him. He must still be angry with me.
The next day, I smiled and said to the monitor, "Monitor, thank you for the umbrella."
"But the monitor shook his head and pointed at you who had caught a cold and was coughing.
"Yesterday he secretly put the umbrella in your drawer and went home alone in the rain.
"I went home with guilt and turned on the computer to look at you. In the diary, the sentence is still there, but it has changed: "Friendship is like a brick. No matter how exquisite the carving is, there will always be a flaw in the dazzling light, but the brick is precisely because it has flaws. , only to become beautiful.
"A crystal "drop of water" falls on the palm of my hand. No matter how many years pass, I will never forget this friendship. I believe that the friendship will still be there.
... Still Warm Composition 600 words
Since the refreshing wind rolled up the green leaves on the treetops, the clear sky has never been seen again.
Occasionally, a few wisps of half-light and half-dark clouds flow across this boundless canvas, just like the warm smile of a friend from afar.
On that quiet autumn afternoon, I avoided the crowds and walked into a quiet painting.
I have long admired the unique craftsmanship of Suzhou gardens in a small space, but unexpectedly, the first time I stepped into it was a little-known garden.
As soon as I took the first step through the door, I stepped on a few fallen leaves.
They make a "rustling" sound, echoing the sound of the wind passing by together with the sound of the feet.
Walking slowly in the corridor next to the water, the maples are brilliantly red.
The withered red leaves floated on the clear water, making a few ripples slowly and unhurriedly. It felt quite peaceful like "walking to the bottom of the water and sitting and watching the clouds rise".
Suddenly there was a bit of talking and laughing, which seemed particularly long in this quiet place.
In the pavilion next to the water, there were several old people lying on chairs talking.
Looking at the old and new reincarnations of green and faded green, withered grass and yellow, they are like enlightened Zen masters, leisurely and peaceful.
The faint fragrance of tea, mixed with the aroma of flowers and trees, makes my heart sway.
I suddenly remembered the peanut and red date soup that my mother cooked.
She always brought me a can when I was tired from doing homework late at night, and said calmly "eat it while it's hot" before leaving.
But I always forget about the can of soup because I am obsessed with a problem or just fall asleep at my desk.
I have never faced my mother's love seriously, just like I don't understand why I have to eat bad food for health.
Perhaps I realized that I can't repay the three spring sunshine, so I chose to escape.
And she spent several hours in the afternoon making soup every day! She planned so carefully to give me a warm embrace, but I chose to fight alone and sing arrogant songs to make her retreat.
I really want to run back to her right now, say "thank you", and then taste the care and warmth in the soup seriously.
Looking at the pool of clear water again, I suddenly had a new understanding.
We walked into the garden, where we can calm our souls, recall our family, and recall the warmth that we usually neglect.
Gardens allow people to dialogue with nature, and nature allows people to dialogue with their souls.
The emotion we give to the garden transcends the meaning of the garden itself.
The blend of nature and soul creates the most wonderful design and the softest warmth.
Write an essay with "...still in"
The scenery does not have to be magnificent. A person's small actions can also become a beautiful scenery. When the tide goes out, a little boy He bent down again and again at the beach, but no one understood his intention. An old man stepped forward and saw the little boy picking up the fish that had not returned to the sea and throwing them into the sea with all his strength. The old man couldn't help but tell him: "You There is no point in doing this. There are thousands of fish washed up on the coast here. Give up." The little boy said without raising his head: "But for the fish, my little move saved the world. Their lives." This is a scenery, ordinary but moving, a beautiful scenery. On a rainy day, a student was trapped in school because he did not bring rain gear. At this time, he suddenly saw a familiar figure ——His mother, she was wearing a raincoat and holding an umbrella to pick him up. The student walked up quickly. The mother hurriedly took off her raincoat, put it on her child, and held up the umbrella herself. The wind blew. The rain was hitting her, and her clothes were wet, but she still held the umbrella towards her son to protect him from the wind and rain. This is a scenery, it may be seen everywhere, but this is breast milk, a beautiful scenery. A In summer, the sun is blazing, but sanitation workers still wear heavy work clothes and shuttle between the smoky roads to maintain the cleanliness and beauty of the city. Although they have the reputation of "urban beauticians", they earn meager wages. , live in simple houses. But the most rare thing is here: they still work silently and shoulder their own responsibilities. They have no youthful appearance or gorgeous consciousness, but their figures cleaning the streets are indeed a beautiful scenery... .. With "
I am still persistent. Persistence is a belief, an attitude, and a spirit. When I wake up every morning, I hold on to it firmly and it becomes my " "Amulet" allows me to bravely face the countless difficulties and challenges that come my way. With it, I am not afraid of anything.
Maybe it is the failure of the exam or the pressure of going to school, but it makes me more sure A belief: gold will always shine, and you must be brave enough to take responsibility and persevere.
During the break, a few classmates would inevitably come and laugh at me who was working so hard, "Oh, why are you working so hard?" I still need such a small score." I smiled faintly, but there was an unspoken thought in my heart: I will definitely let you see my victorious smile.
In my spare time, I "chewed" a few math problems , but there is always no clue. Big beads of sweat emerged from my head, dripping down and splashing into pieces of "music". At this time, there seemed to be a voice murmuring in my ear: Give up, give up Come on, stop it, stop it.
If you don’t know how to do it, just let him go... This sound seems to be a kind of reminder, which makes people put down the pen and close the book involuntarily... At this time, a gentle voice like an angel sounded: You have to work hard and never let go of any difficulty. For your dreams, your future, your parents, teachers and friends, come on, come on! I opened the book as if I had taken a reassurance, picked up the pen, and put my thoughts into study. At this time, I suddenly had an inspiration and the difficulty was solved. This kind of happiness is thousands of times sweeter than eating honey.
At night, under the lonely light, I refuse computers, soap operas, movies, food... I have thrown these temptations into the corner, "Baby, go to bed early..." No, there is still a question that I haven’t solved yet. When I solve it, I must go to bed!" The flowers are waiting for the bees, and they are opening their charming bodies; the seeds are waiting for the spring, and they are persistently absorbing enough water! Moisture; the river runs persistently into the distance in order to wait for the sea.
They are all waiting, waiting for their final destination, persevering, struggling, and never stopping.
Friends, life may have difficulties and conflicts, but we must persist in pursuing it, because without going through wind and rain, how can we see a rainbow? The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, but I am still persistent and still moving forward. , so, what about you? ...
Once upon a time, we were still squeaking in front of everyone; once upon a time, those days of weeping were still unforgettable; once upon a time, we were still holding books and talking "There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, and I suspect it is frost on the ground."
In this world, there are many rich and poor people who are loved by their parents.
However, those loves are still there.
We have all had relationships, will those loves be there? When we are full of joy and have emotional sustenance, we are still just children.
I remember it was a winter of ice and snow, the cold wind penetrated my bones, and the people standing on the bus waiting for the bus were stamping their feet. However, I was no exception.
As time passed by, by chance, the familiar figure appeared in front of me. I was so happy that I forgot about it, but I didn't expect the people around me.
He left and never looked back.
I still have hot milk in my pocket to warm my hands... You asked me to wait for you, and I did, but what about you? But you never came back.
What have we all lost? Are those tears still there? In the gray sky, the moon passed by the North Star, and the tears she shed turned into snow, falling into my heart one by one.
Shivering and curling up, I tried my best not to feel sad, but I still felt endless sadness.
Sometimes, it’s not that I don’t want to have it, because one day I will lose it.
And losing it will hurt.
We have all missed someone. Will that feeling still be there? The wind and snow were blowing hard, making my face hurt.
Otherwise, my heart is also hurting.
Sometimes, it’s when you lose something that you regret not cherishing it in the first place.
Although everything in the past has left our eyes, it will never disappear in our hearts.
Occasionally, I still feel lost when listening to a song from the past; occasionally, I go to a place I haven’t been to for a long time, which is strange but familiar, so I still miss it and feel sour in my heart. My eyes will still turn red.
Actually, you don’t know how fragile I am. What you see is just my strength.
As we walked, they dispersed and the memories faded.
Looking back, I realized that I understood now that I was gone.
In fact, those feelings of missing are still there.
In fact, those lost people or things are still there.
In fact, those loves are still there! Still in...
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