Some people say that friendship is like spring rain, nourishing the earth; Some people say that friendship is like sunshine, which warms people's hearts. I use this pair of eyes eager to bathe in spring rain and sunshine to find human love.

One day, a train started from the city railway station. There is a strong festive atmosphere on the train. Many passengers here are visiting relatives in Beijing-including her, a little girl over one year old.

However, in this laughter, a child's crying broke the harmony in the car like a bolt from the blue. Because-she put her tender little arm into the instant noodle box filled with boiling water.

Hearing the child's crying, Wen Xun was the first person to come. Knowing what happened, he quickly reported the matter to the train conductor. When the train conductor arrived, he learned that the child's wound was not treated with medicine. But there is no medicine for burns in the car. The child is still crying, crying and vomiting. The situation is not optimistic.

At this point, the train conductor immediately dialed the telephone number of the next stop and informed them to prepare the scald ointment immediately and wait at the next stop.

Passengers have taken out their own medicines to train conductors and flight attendants. Although the medicine for treating burns has not been found yet, and the current medicine is not very effective, everyone's enthusiasm has comforted mother's heart a little.

After a long wait, the train finally arrived at the next station. The medicine was successfully delivered to the car and applied to the child's red wound. The child stopped crying, the mother smiled with relief, and the train conductor and flight attendant quietly left. ......

I think I have found what I am looking for-love is in people's hearts. Isn't it love that gushes from the enthusiasm of train conductors, flight attendants, train broadcasting station staff and passengers to actively find medicine for their children?

The train continued to run, but there was one more thing on the train-a strong human touch. The train carries the friendship between people and runs away in the afternoon. The sun shines through the glass, which is extremely warm and comfortable, and a faint sense of sleepiness has hit my heart for a long time. Looking through the lengthy textbooks, except for the teacher's slightly noisy voice, the classroom is particularly quiet, and three or two students are dozing on the table, and more of them are wandering.

Shouldn't such a day be extremely pleasant? The comfortable wind took me out of the classroom door, and the sun burned my eyes in an instant, and my sight was bright. The boys have poured out of the classroom in piles, found a sunny place and stopped to chat. The topic jumped from games to NBA, and everyone was talking, except not dancing. Most girls prefer to stay in the classroom, hunched over the desk and scribbled. The scapula is thin and obvious, and the sweat on the forehead flows into the collar along the cheek and disappears in a short time. The electric fan on the ceiling squeaked tenaciously against the traces of time. The more it struggles, the more it wobbles, causing people sitting under the electric fan to panic all the time. Everyone says that the classroom is a place to study, the playground is a place to play, and the school is a place to carry all our youth and dreams. Take a deep breath, the smell of March grass, the smell of red walls and white tiles, the smell of white clouds in the sky, and the smell of light bleaching powder on school uniforms ... all these remind me that this is my school, my class and an indelible and irreplaceable memory in my life.

About noon, everyone is doing homework, chatting or reciting words to each other in the classroom, forming two kinds of ethos. One group mainly focuses on learning, get together to discuss topics, recite ancient poems and words to each other, and teach others to do problems. Another school, led by boys, sat around a table and talked about mountains. Listeners enjoy it, and they don't care how inappropriate it is to chat now, nor do they feel too crowded together on a hot day. As a result, the teacher was extremely dissatisfied.

"What are you doing with so many people crowded together? You are definitely not talking about learning! " There was smoke in the voice. "We are warming up!" The teacher suddenly lost his heart, but the angry thoughts disappeared without a trace. This answer is ironic. After laughing, I was a little distracted. I have been here for four years before I know it. I am happy, sad, confused, helpless, wronged, excited, excited ... as if I have experienced everything for a lifetime, I can't help but be dumbfounded. People often say that the class collective is a small society, and it really is.

Suddenly, someone took my hand, and my eyes condensed and I found my best friend standing in front of me, staring at me with a look of "losing my soul". "What's the matter?" "Also ask what's the matter? Everyone in the class has left, forget it, the sports meeting. " Of course, there is also a face that is "completely defeated by you". "We want to cheer for everyone, our class is the most United!" My group is a group full of laughter and frequent bickering, but the feelings are still very good. This is a place where dreams are carried. I am proud to have it, or it is proud to have us. "Hello-"A friend in the distance caught a glimpse in the sun and smiled and waved, as if it were a grand farewell. "Don't stand there, whether you come or not, we can go without you ..." Play around. Like a warm and beautiful fairy tale.

Composition 2: The story of our junior high school students

At that moment, we graduated. There they are. Are they still driving? In this way, we walked out of the gate of junior high school in the kapok season. -Inscription.

Our ferris wheel has stopped, and more than a thousand days and nights have brought us a broader learning world in high school, but why do you still remember the spring in the grid? Ah, let's stroll around the campus again ... Kapok always comes to new classmates, and old classmates spend their whole lives opening up, and their eyes are full of brilliant red, burning with its brilliance, as if the youth we paid homage to with sweat and painstaking efforts is gone forever, whose name is engraved under the tree and the oath of "friendship in Changchun" is made, but we still don't understand how extravagant the lifelong agreement is. I used to hold hands and speak my mind, but I may not be able to pull my luggage at the school gate. You go right, I go left.

The playground is quiet. Where did the shouts and cheers of the students go in the past? The rain that was secretly frozen dripped down the veins of the leaves. How much can I share? How many formulas have not been memorized? How many faces have you forgotten? 1 of "brush", graduation photo's dull smiling face put an imperfect end to everything.

At the moment, there are only some fuzzy sticky screens around my heart. Does the seating chart on the classroom podium become an unlock password? How much joy and fear did the prank steal from us under the teacher's eyes? How many playground dreams have we buried in the thick book wall? Cut your background into window grilles and stick them on your heart. Will friends forget you like this? When the memory is bleached and smoothed by years, will you never be able to call your name again? Dishes that have been scolded for three years have become habitual delicacies. Can you cut in line in order to eat chicken scratch? Wonderful TV programs are always turned off at the climax. With a false alarm, the crowd gradually dispersed and disappeared round and round. Are the uncles and aunts in the canteen still so rude to the next class? Why do I still remember them in my mind, but one day I gave them an extra bowl of seaweed soup, and they were still so gentle?

......

It's over. It's over. Is it time to break up? The kite will always fly far, but its thread remains on the ground; Cooking smoke will always fly far away, but its source remains in the house; We will fly away forever; But the footprints were left in the theater of my alma mater. ......

We should not be sad, because we are growing.

At that moment, we really graduated.

1. Between role transitions

If young people and old people disagree on a certain issue, no matter which side the truth is, the old people will always say with disdain: What do you know? I have eaten more salt than you have eaten, and I have crossed more bridges than you have!

However, in the modern society where technology, culture and ideas are changing rapidly, can empiricism such as "eating salt" and "crossing the bridge" really prevail? Who can guarantee that the new culture created by the younger generation is not richer than the traditional culture? Cultural feedback is not a vicious undercurrent, but an inevitable product of social development. The older generation don't have to panic and resist, as Han Yu said, "Nothing is expensive, nothing is cheap, nothing is long, nothing is short, the Tao is there, and the teacher is there." Therefore, between different "Tao", between teachers and students, role changes often occur.

Most of the time, the older generation are teachers. As the inheritors of traditional culture, they tell enduring stories to the younger generation and describe what they have seen, heard and realized. Therefore, the unique customs or family spirit build the cultural foundation of the younger generation, so that they can absorb rich nutrition from the traditional cultural soil. Only in this way can young people stand on the shoulders of their predecessors and see further.

When the younger generation absorbs enough nutrients to break through the ground, they often find that the description of the world is different from that of their elders. Young people bravely meet the impact of the world's colorful culture with exuberant vitality. Tradition and modernity, nation and the world, sunshine and obscure culture can always be accepted, analyzed and digested by young people at an extremely fast speed. Because of these extra nutrients, the younger generation may grow faster and one day surpass the older generation.

Observing the progress of society, we will find that because of the gradual improvement of living conditions, the average height of the younger generation will generally exceed that of its predecessors. Similarly, because of the open concept, the younger generation's learning ability is stronger than their predecessors. As a result, young people have gained unprecedented ability to feed back.

There is another reason why young people can change from being taught to being taught: they have distinct vitality of the times in creating culture and new culture, which the older generation lacks.

Cultural feedback is a normal phenomenon in natural society, just like bird feedback. There may also be some conflicts in the process of role transformation. In the face of conflict, I think young people should give full respect to their elders even when they become teachers, just as a bird needs to listen to the experience of an old bird when it grows up; At the same time, even if the elders are no longer teachers, they don't have to think that their status has been shaken, and learning is endless, so that they can grow their cultural connotation for life.

Only by constantly changing roles can culture remain alive and become an inexhaustible source of social progress.

Look at the stars in a down-to-earth way

-Letter to Mozi

A candidate in Beijing

Dear Mozi:

This is a letter from a student two thousand years later. I don't know why I wrote to you, but because of you, I know a simple but profound truth: look up at the stars and be down to earth.

I remember when I was a child, I accidentally touched an antique thread-bound book from the bottom of the bookshelf. It was my first "encounter" with you. But this first time doesn't seem wonderful, because I can't see any emotion from your dark face, only the harshness and ruthlessness of "keep it or die"

At that time, I felt that you must not be a person with lofty ideals, and you must not be a person who will look up at the stars.

But after all, I didn't put down this book, but I was more and more attracted by it. "Everyone in the world loves each other, so the strong don't hold the weak, and the public doesn't rob the widowed"-every word in the book exudes a strange fragrance. So every time I turn a page, I seem to have returned to the complicated troubled times where everyone "lost each other".

In the middle, I saw the old man riding a green cow slowly out of the Great Wall, looking up at the sky and chanting "I will rest after my work, and the way of heaven is also"; I also saw the dashing gentleman talking about Kan Kan on the apricot altar and shouted, "What are you talking about? What does the sky say? " I saw the prosperity of a hundred schools of thought contending in Gong Xue, Xia Ji, Linzi, and I also saw the hermit on the Chu River who was intoxicated with "only communicating with the spirit of heaven and earth".

Finally, I caught a glimpse of you. You didn't choose to retire, and you didn't want to argue with other scholars all day. You just run around the land of China, appear in front of the world as a walker, and run around from the mire to solve the worries and sufferings of all the people. "Be the best in the world, its stone is still right", you are so down-to-earth, and your steps are so solid and unyielding.

I finally understand that it's not that I can't look up at the stars. Your star is "One World". It's just that compared with other philosophers who only look up at the starry sky and only make feeble slogans, you would rather practice your ideals in a down-to-earth way and make your starry sky more brilliant. So, you are always on the run. You once lobbied the king of Chu for thousands of miles to "reject the opportunity of Luban to attack the city" and save the Song people; You are running around again, "not attacking", "not being happy", "not robbing" and "not being Confucian" in order to put forward a real "salvation prescription" for this troubled times. You look up at the stars, but always keep your feet on the ground. Therefore, your footsteps never stop, and your footprints are all over China. And after this high-sounding lie still exists in the world for two thousand years, your steps are getting stronger and stronger.

It turns out that your eyes have been looking up at the stars; So your feet have never left the earth!

With dark hair, dark eyes and dark face, staring at the starry sky and stepping on the earth, you are like a black lightning, piercing the sky and lighting an eternal flame for the five mountains in Kyushu!

Humans need to look up at the starry sky, because without the shining of the starry sky, our road will not have a front. However, while looking up at the starry sky, don't forget to be down-to-earth and do something for others and society. After all, the beauty of the starry sky never belongs to the earth. Only by keeping your feet on the ground can you reflect the splendor of the starry sky with your own footprints.

Mozi, thank you for letting me understand this simple but profound truth, and for giving me the most lasting motivation in life.

In the early morning of early spring, the wind lifted the gauze curtain slightly, and the rain fell gently like a winding loop. A few crisp birdsongs broke the silence, and grandpa fell asleep with a smile, very peaceful.

Fingers are still flicking the strings until the last chapter of life, the long-frozen picture in my mind, grandpa regains the dusty dream of his youth and finally can leave with a smile.

In the era of war, having hobbies is a luxury. The young grandfather secretly hid his great-grandfather's pipa and escaped the robbery of bandits. At home, a few acres of fertile land should be devoted to a family of five, including my 12-year-old grandfather.

When he was young, he had an unknown dream. He wants to form a Nanyin band again and carry on his great-grandfather's legacy. Only Chen, who is "doing nothing" in the village, is proficient in Nanyin, but he is called crazy. Their families forbade them to associate with each other. Every morning, grandpa secretly goes to Chen Jia to learn the piano before the cock crows, and the seeds of dreams gradually sprout and grow up in his heart.

In those years, the whole country was making steel. In order to subsidize the family, grandpa built a kiln halfway up the mountain and cut down the wood in the mountain to make iron.

The summer drought wiped out the earth. In the hot sun, grandpa was sleepy and accidentally knocked over the stove. The hot metal splashed everywhere and the fire spread rapidly. It was lucky to be rescued, but grandpa put on an artificial eye and people were depressed. Half of the blue sky is too heavy for this 20-year-old boy. The pipa, which is "drizzling and whispering", is gradually wrapped in layers of silence by the annual rings of the years, just like grandpa's future life, disappearing into the gray and harmonious hard work of making a living.

The more sand leaks, the more urgent it is. In old age, the heart rate will slow down. Stranded memories, like a raging tide, impact the reef shore where dreams are paralyzed by survival and make a deep inner sound. The footsteps of dreams slowly caught up with grandpa who was enslaved and driven by survival.

Grandpa no longer has to work hard with his back to the loess, and he no longer has to work from nine to five to make a living. All he has to do is to walk gently in the quaint southern ancient center, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, watch the clouds roll in front of the mountain, fall asleep unconsciously in the summer afternoon, and wake up to listen to the stream singing softly.

However, a leisurely life is empty. During the summer vacation, I went back to see him and moved out the beautifully decorated pipa, but it was covered with dust and gently fiddled with it. I didn't find crystal tears in his wrinkled eyes quietly telling dusty dreams.

There are too many things in the world that can't get to the station on time and too many dreams are delayed by life. We waited anxiously, but there was no news. In the end, in the rings of years, dreams are gone.

However, a breeze woke people up again. Perhaps in an instant, the memory will be swept away, just like friends who meet after a long separation.

Grandpa spent a beautiful winter and a warm winter with the piano before he left.

It's just a gust of wind. In a word, dusty dreams will surge, and it's not too late to pick them up again. Don't miss the past 500 times to return to this life.

Comments:

This is an implicit and readable narrative prose. Stand out from the composition in the examination room where argumentative essays occupy almost all the mountains and rivers. At first glance, grandpa found the neglected value of Nanyin, but the story that he failed to appreciate because of historical reasons is irrelevant. A close look at the original ingenious secret deduction is very eye-catching. The narrative writing skills of the article are skillful and full of literary color. Whether it is the landscape description at the beginning, the mixed discussion in the middle, or the lyric and finishing touch at the end, it shows the writing skills of candidates, which makes people often read with relish, and the theme contained in it is so thought-provoking. It is gratifying that the neglected value of Grimm's Fairy Tales has finally been discovered. The value of Nanyin was discovered by Grandpa, which is very touching, but what about Grandpa's value? Where is the bosom friend? The tragic ending added to the shock of the article.

Mona Lisa is just a painting, but behind the gentle expression is the beauty that has been precipitated for thousands of years; Elizabeth lived in the palace, but turned the brilliance of human nature into supreme beauty. It's not just the beauty's smile that amazes the world; It's not just the invincible youth of handsome teenagers that penetrates the paper. Living individuals and faces of different shapes constitute our family, our class, our city, our country and our earth.

Countless points continue into slender lines; Countless lines expand into a broad plane. Life is colorful, because life is made up of all kinds of people. It is these ordinary lives that make up our colorful humanity and life.

Immaculate jade is the vitality of this tree. Yushu, a place name that was once far away from our daily life, entered the inner world of thousands of ordinary people in Qian Qian because of a sudden earthquake. In my inner world, Yushu is associated with an ordinary driver, Ah Fu. Ah Fu is not handsome, nor does he have lofty sentiments and financial ability to spend a lot of money. He is just one of thousands of people who are busy with their lives. But just after the Yushu earthquake, he joined the rescue team without hesitation. He saved the lives of old people and children with rough hands, but his life is always fixed on the photos of young people smiling. In the most precious course of his life, he was concerned about the safety of his parents and his wife and children, but with great love for his motherland and Tibetan children, he wrote the best hymn with his life.

Nalan Rong Ruo, an extremely clever and strange woman. She is Manchu, but she is proficient in Chinese language and culture. Only half a year after Manchu entered the customs, she conquered the prickly people of Han nationality with her own wisdom and became an emissary to communicate Manchu-Chinese culture. Soldiers are not good at fighting since ancient times. Nalan Rong Ruo mediated between Han Chinese and Manchu, and gained the peace and prosperity of the country with a woman's tolerance.

Maybe you don't have extraordinary wisdom, amazing beauty, outstanding background and special opportunities … but you can also add new colors to ordinary life. Maybe a tolerant smile can resolve a fierce conflict, or maybe a small concession can make a child's little face smile. Please give more to the world and make everyone living here happy.

Two people followed, three people crowded. This world is not your own, but everyone's. You are not a lonely person, because everyone is behind you, and you are not a lonely point, because many points together are a long line and a wide face. As long as everyone pays a little love, the world will become a beautiful world. With love, countless points are piled into lines and connected into surfaces.

● Score: 56

● Comments: The author of this article is extraordinary, from the amazing Mona Lisa and Elizabeth to ordinary people. Whether a beauty or a mortal is a point, it is these points that build a colorful life. Then, taking drivers Afu and Nalan Rong Ruo as examples, it is vividly explained that no matter what kind of point you are, as long as there is love in your heart, you can connect the points into a long line and a wide surface, and finally converge into an ocean of love.

● The material is expanded to highlight the theme. The young author is quite ingenious in selecting materials, crossing ancient and modern times and across time and space. There are both beautiful and outstanding "points" like Elizabeth and Nalan Rong Ruo, and ordinary "points" like driver Alfred, which are quite representative. However, the material is not rich enough. If the case of Mother Teresa is supplemented with the information of many ordinary volunteers who participated in the Wenchuan earthquake and the World Expo Olympic Games, the writing will be more substantial.

Write life with gratitude

Once upon a time, who said that looking back 500 times in previous lives was the only way to let this life pass by? I don't believe in past lives and I don't look forward to the afterlife. I only hope that I can treat everyone, everything and the whole life with a pious heart in this life.

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The fallen leaves hover in the air, painting an unparalleled picture with his half-life glory, which is its gratitude to the earth that gave it life and the spring breeze and drizzle that nourished it; Birds fly in the blue sky, swinging beautiful music with flapping wings, which is its gratitude to the sky that contains everything and the world that feeds it. See here, you and I will have a kind of admiration in my heart!

Gratitude, happiness? Pain?

Gratitude and happiness will bring us happiness, which is a good attitude we need in our life, and it makes our life full of sunshine. We can't deny that happiness is everywhere in our life. What about the pain? It also exists in every corner of our lives. It and happiness are good friends. We also need to be grateful for the pain and misfortune in life. Because if there is no pain, we can't feel happiness more deeply. Just like if it doesn't rain, we can't get a rainbow; If there are no dark clouds, we can't feel the charming sunshine; If a person has not been stabbed by thorns, then his life is empty and wasted. When the haze clears and the sun covers the earth again, we will feel brighter sunshine than before. Gratitude for pain makes us happy.

Grateful, my friend? Opponents?

Grateful friends can share their happiness with us and listen to us when we are in pain. In school, who will stay with us every step of the way when we fail? The answer is friends. In school, who doesn't have jealous eyes and too much praise when we succeed, but will cast favorable eyes instead? The answer is friends. These pictures are always fixed in our minds and can never be erased. In the vast sea of people, it is rare to have a few real friends. If a person has no friends, it will be the biggest defect in his life. Friends are a part of life. Where's the opponent? The opponent is our direction. With these people, we will not be carried away by victory and will not be led astray by failure. Only when the opponent is on the battlefield can we turn the opponent on the battlefield into friends in life. Grateful to our opponents, let us have new friends.

Thanksgiving, possession? Lost?

Grateful to have, so that we can live a better life. With affection, we can always immerse ourselves in a kind of warmth; Having friendship makes us full of confidence and challenge ourselves at any time; Have a sincere heart, so that we can treat others or ourselves piously. Therefore, we should be grateful to have it. What if I lose it? Maybe it's what we really need, but it's gone. It may be painful at first, but we can't just wander in front of pain and sadness. We should turn sadness into strength. If we just stand on the brink of losing, instead of trying to cherish what we have, then we will only lose more. Cherish everything, even if you don't. Grateful for the loss, let us have it again.

Grateful heart, thank you, accompany me all my life, let me have the courage to be myself;

Thanksgiving heart, thanks to fate, flowers bloom and fall, I will cherish the same! -P.S.