Lying quietly on the desk in front of the window, listening to the sonata of the rain hitting the window door, my heart was faintly touched. How long has it been since I sat so quietly, slowly remembering. . . . . .
a dirty night
The rainy night in midsummer is a bit noisy, and raindrops are everywhere. "Didi Dada" tickles people's hearts and directly hits people's hearts. Toads soaked in water in the grass behind the house also took the opportunity to scream and hiss like cows, trying to penetrate the eardrum and echo. Perhaps timid children will hide in the quilt in shock, but I always think that this is the unique sound of rainy nights in summer and the accompaniment of my sleep.
The night is quiet, even if it is a noisy rainy night. Through the sound of wind, rain and toad, you can feel the detachment of silence. Suddenly, the whole world is quiet, and you can clearly hear your breathing, as if your soul has been released, and everything is stable and calm.
The wind blowing from time to time outside the window brings the fresh breath of grass and soil mixed behind the house. Tightening the quilt, thinking that the snail is crawling quietly in the corner, maybe tomorrow it will be easy to catch the snail, and the corner of his mouth will rise unconsciously, and soon he will fall asleep quietly.
A talking bird
When I was very young, I heard that there was a talking bird called myna. I was always curious and dreamed of catching one to play with. Seeing birds chirping on the big pine tree behind my house, I told my brother that myna was talking without permission. So, my brother and I spent the whole summer wondering when the bird would fly into the house, or simply fly into our hands to talk to us.
However, this bird has never flown or talked to us.
Later, I really heard birds singing, and the intermittent "aunt" and "help" made me unforgettable. I don't know what bird it is, and I don't know why it calls for help. I was eager to find it and help it, but I didn't find it once and didn't "save" it. I just always remember its bleak cry, like an abandoned child.
Later, I heard a bird that can report the weather. Every winter, it will send out the alarm of "the north wind is rising again", warning people that the weather is going to get cold.
I don't know why there are such humanized birds. I have never seen them once, but their voices often echo in my dreams for a long time!
the White House
In this conversation, the little granddaughter asks her grandfather, "What's over there?" Grandpa replied, "It's a mountain." The little granddaughter asked again, "What about the other side of the mountain?" "It's still a mountain," grandpa replied.
Is it really the mountain beyond the mountain? I don't know, and I haven't checked it. However, when I was a child, when I climbed onto the roof and looked at the distant mountain, I dreamed of becoming an elf in the mountain and flying around the mountain. However, I am not an elf, so I haven't bypassed it until now.
Maybe I've been watching the mountain for a long time, and I'm surprised to find a small white house at the foot of the mountain. Maybe not at the foot of the mountain, but on the dirt road in the rice field. Looking from the roof, the end of the big rice field is the mountain, and the white house is at the foot of the mountain. So I firmly believe that the White House is at the foot of the mountain, where immortals live. With this in mind, I climb to the roof every day and stare at the white house, hoping that the fairy can come out of it.
Later, I learned that it was not a white house where immortals lived, but a place where farmers rested in the fields when they were farming. But I still refused to believe that it was the white house where the fairy lived.
Autumn fields
Autumn is full of the joy of harvest, and the ears of wheat waiting to be harvested bear the hard work of farmers, bending gently, frolicking with the wind from time to time and laughing loudly. At first glance, my eyes sparkled.
This time is my favorite time. After dinner, the afterglow of the sunset has not dispersed, dyeing half the sky red, and sometimes you can see gorgeous red clouds.
Walking in the field, stepping on the broken steps, laughing at the frolicking of rice ears, let the horizon be decorated with feelings, feel the breeze gently brushing your cheeks, and dream of something. More often, your heart is clear, and the only thing is the red face of the sunset!
In a short time, it was dark in the east. The sky is pure blue, and there is no room for a cloud. Even the breeze can't blow a wave. Quiet and deep. Looking up at it, the soul is absorbed and deeply fascinated by it, and the mind seems to be suddenly open, lamenting the smallness of people, lamenting the boundless earth, and who is in charge of ups and downs!
Houxiang
The rain is still falling tirelessly. I glanced out of the window and put away my memory. It turns out that this is not my hometown, nor the fragrant past in my memory, and it is not as familiar as me.
What I like suddenly feels so lost!
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Chapter 2: Smell the fragrance of the sun.
In the quiet afternoon, the golden sunshine walks gently around me through the pale green curtains with a warm breath, fresh and soft. Smelling the fragrance of the sun, my mind is always rippling, echoing this picture:
After repeated examination, chemotherapy, blood transfusion and intravenous drip, even though she was tortured by pain, she still comforted her relatives with gentle eyes, so that they were no longer worried and sad.
Lonely night came, and she stubbornly took away all her relatives. She didn't want them to die with her. Sweat came out from his forehead, pulling the thin quilt tightly and fighting death.
Chemotherapy made her lose beautiful hair. In order to appease the hearts of relatives and friends, she talked about the benefits and advantages of hairlessness, coolness and convenience, and so on. However, behind her, she is eagerly looking forward to the day when her hair will regenerate and reappear healthily. . . . . .
The door of the atrium trembled and opened. Love-a shield against sadness, supports her desperate struggle with death; Persistent efforts carry her dream of life.
My heartstring was thus plucked. I want to live hard for myself. Because "life does not stop, hope does not go out." I no longer cherish the memory of the past, and I am no longer addicted to the past. I want to fight for a better tomorrow.
Bi Shumin once said; "People may have no love, no freedom, no health and no money, but we must be in the mood." Yes, where there is sunshine, there is my smile. Smelling the fragrance of the sun, I am intoxicated in my own world, leaving behind my past setbacks and filling my heart with longing. I will welcome a better tomorrow.
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Chapter 3: Campus Memory
Memories on campus are scattered and dull; There are joys and sorrows. There are happiness and sadness in the plain.
Close your eyes and clearly remember the scene of that day: the green leaves of buttonwood trees rustle in the breeze on campus, and the air is filled with the unique fresh breath of plants. A group of childish children in the teaching building are celebrating the end of the final exam. It seems that the relaxed mood has not passed for a long time. From the deep radian of their corners of the mouth, we can clearly know that they are really happy at the moment. Paper airplanes are constantly hovering on the playground, bearing their happiness and dreams.
That was the memory of the last day of my primary school career. At that time, we spent time in laughter, but we didn't know that what was waiting for us was the fate of separation.
Stepping into a new campus and new class, there is too much helplessness and sadness in the smile. Time passed day by day, gradually diluting our beautiful memories and indestructible feelings. The affectionate greetings in the past were brushed aside by the expressions when they met. Tears swirled in my eyes, but I was determined not to let them flow out. You may forget the time when we used to sprint on the playground; Cautious scenes when catching tadpoles in the wild; Comfort me in a low voice when you see me sad and upset.
So many memories, remember? Really forgot. Like amnesia, I can't remember it anymore. Why can't we go back now? I think a wall has clearly separated us. You look at me for a while and at the clouds for a while. I think when you look at me, it's far away, and when you look at the clouds, it's close.
Yu Mengting, Senior 2 of Gutian No.12 Middle School
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Chapter Four: Memory, Forgotten Youth
The open playground, leaning against two poles of one arm, looks up and prints into the familiar blue sky, with your back to the sun, closes your eyes and feels the wind passing by your ears.
Memory, youth, forgetting, there is no reason, maybe there will be an answer in a year.
We are young, but we can't laugh. We are not the first, but we are destined to be the only one.
When I open the memory of youth, it seems that I can't find my former song except the melancholy figure leaning against the window in the dark, the sad mood of being displaced in different places under the moon and the helpless dream of falling leaves.
Walking, without direction, faith is still the end of stay. The simplicity of youth is doomed to disappointment in an illusory life, which needs no explanation and can never be explained. Our only persistence has fallen into the past and forgotten youth. Under the cliff is death and beginning. Youth is full of vitality, but it is inseparable from sadness.
The blue sky in front of us and the melancholy pace have left a lot of ignorant youth. We don't regret it, but we are unwilling from beginning to end.
If one day, the tears shed by youth are not sentimental, but fragile after being strong.
Youth woven with laughter, love and hate destroyed youth, and sadness began to cover the forgotten youth in memory, the youth that still exists without hope.
Perhaps, we just want to leave a song of our own in the pure youth.
Perhaps, we just want to spread the ignorance of youth in the pale past.
Perhaps, we just hope that the memory of youth will wake up in our hearts at a certain time and awaken the forgotten tears with a simple and sad melody. ...
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Chapter Five: Fragrance of Memory
In life, there are always some memories buried deep in our hearts. Although time flies, their colors and fragrance will not fade, because it is the melody of the interaction between two hearts, and the symphony of love will be heard together.
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It is they who let me still find the way forward in the vast sea of people; It is they who make me strong in the baptism of years; They let me thrive in the wind, frost and rain; It was they who gave me a dream and kept me looking for the dawn of victory.
Time is like the wind, and memory is like the wind of a boulder, which depicts the hole in the boulder and can be smoothed with affectionate hands.
My father is a calm person, and his strict love is always indispensable in my life. Up to now, I still clearly remember the "Challenge Host Contest" held by our school. Before the game, I said excitedly, "Dad, wait, I will come back with the first prize!" " But dad said casually, "Thank God you didn't let the audience rush down!" "In this way, I ended up with the outstanding performance of the first in the school. Afterwards, I heard from my classmates that my father had been watching me silently in the distance during the game.
Time is like the sea, and memory is like the beach. The sea sends shells to the sea and takes back its broad mind.
My grandmother is an amiable person. She has a kind face. When I was a child, I often looked up at the stars in the sky in my grandmother's arms and listened to her charming stories. And the milk always takes care of me in every possible way, saying to me, "Grandma's darling is the best, and you will definitely be admitted to the university!" " "However, when I was 8 years old, she left me and went to another world. Although my crying echoed in the hall of the funeral home, I couldn't change grandma's smiling face in the past.
Time is like a wheel, and memory is like dirt. The wheel printed its own wheel print on the soil, but it rolled to other places.
My mother is a harsh person. She is my teacher. She cares about me with special love. However, I am a child with unstable grades. I always wander in the top 10 in every exam, but that time I rushed to the second place in the whole grade on my own. When my mother heard my grades, she cried in the office and said, "How sad it will be if I don't get the second place in the next exam!" "Mom is like this, thinking about her baby daughter in every corner of her life.
Time may be merciless, it leaves dust on yesterday's memory, but it can never weather fresh memories. Because this is a flower that will never return to zero in memory. It is they who break through the wind and rain, pluck the keys of love and play a melody of the soul in the years.
The fragrance of memory is so wonderful, listen! I'm singing. ...
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Chapter 6: Centennial Fragrant Memory
"Reader, who are you, still reading my poem after one hundred years?" An old man in plain clothes with a white cloth wrapped around his head came up to me and smiled silently. "I can't send you a flower from the wealth of spring, or a wisp of jinxia from the distant clouds. Open the door and look around, pick the floral memories that disappeared a hundred years ago from the bustling and flowery garden, and let the joyful voice pass through a hundred years ... "
Tagore approached me step by step and whispered in my ear, telling me the beauty of dedication, which kissed every creature like a touch of spring sunshine.
In the early morning sunshine, Ye Er swayed gently and fluttered in the autumn wind. "When fallen leaves lose themselves in the soil, they are integrated into the life of the forest." You said, holding a yellow leaf in your hand. This is the meaning of Ye Er's life. In the late autumn breeze, he ended his life with a brilliant farewell and contributed his meager strength to the earth. Scattered into mud, not asking for anything in return, just thinking of the nurturing of the earth, eager to repay with my own life. Perhaps because of this, the leaves have gained eternal life, floating in the poet's lingering pen and ink, in the picture scroll. ...
Autumn is bleak in the past, and spring is full of flowers. Buds in bud on the branches, or stamens between layers of leaves, are in clusters, competing for each other. "The soil was insulted, but it was rewarded with flowers." You asked me to dig out a blank piece of soil, and I smelled the fragrance in the soil.
Although Tu endured people's abandonment, he didn't complain. It has experienced the beating of raindrops and the raging cold wind. Finally, in the warm spring breeze, it breathes out the fragrance of the land and plays the gurgling music in people's hearts. Perhaps, there are some ugly things in the world, and they have been silently contributing and working hard for the beauty of the world.
"Life is given by God, and we only have it when we give it." You still smile and tell me the eternal truth. Is everything the same in the world? We came into this world with nothing, and only by learning to pay can we get a reward. Give convenience to others before giving convenience to yourself. Only with a sincere heart dedicated to others, will there be gains, will there be joy and happiness, and will there be gains from others' efforts. At this time, we can have a heavy life and really have it, right?
Wandering in the blooming courtyard, I picked a flower that bloomed under the nourishment of dedicated rain and dew. It's very delicate and charming. I sniffed gently and smelled the fragrant memory of flowers. In the smile of an old man, I have traveled for a hundred years. ...
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Chapter 7: Centennial Fragrant Memory
"Reader, who are you, still reading my poem after one hundred years?" An old man in plain clothes with a white cloth wrapped around his head came up to me and smiled silently. "I can't send you a flower from the wealth of spring, or a wisp of jinxia from a distant cloud. Open the door and look around, pick the floral memories that disappeared a hundred years ago from the bustling and flowery garden, and let the joyful voice pass through a hundred years ... "
Tagore approached me step by step and whispered in my ear, telling me the beauty of dedication, which kissed every creature like a touch of spring sunshine.
In the early morning sunshine, Ye Er swayed gently and fluttered in the autumn wind. "When fallen leaves lose themselves in the soil, they are integrated into the life of the forest." You said, holding a yellow leaf in your hand. This is the meaning of Ye Er's life. In the late autumn breeze, he ended his life with a brilliant farewell and contributed his meager strength to the earth. Scattered into mud, not asking for anything in return, just thinking of the nurturing of the earth, eager to repay with my own life. Perhaps because of this, the leaves have gained eternal life, floating in the poet's lingering pen and ink, in the picture scroll. ...
Autumn is bleak in the past, and spring is full of flowers. Buds in bud on the branches, or stamens between layers of leaves, are in clusters, competing for each other. "The soil was insulted, but it was rewarded with flowers." You asked me to dig out a blank piece of soil, and I smelled the fragrance in the soil.
Although Tu endured people's abandonment, he didn't complain. It has experienced the beating of raindrops and the raging cold wind. Finally, in the warm spring breeze, it breathes out the fragrance of the land and plays the gurgling music in people's hearts. Perhaps, there are some ugly things in the world, and they have been silently contributing and working hard for the beauty of the world.
"Life is given by God, and we only have it when we give it." You still smile and tell me the eternal truth. Is everything the same in the world? We came into this world with nothing, and only by learning to pay can we get a reward. Give convenience to others before giving convenience to yourself. Only with a sincere heart dedicated to others, will there be gains, will there be joy and happiness, and will there be gains from others' efforts. At this time, we can have a heavy life and really have it, right?
Wandering in the blooming courtyard, I picked a flower that bloomed under the nourishment of dedicated rain and dew. It's very delicate and charming. I sniffed gently and smelled the fragrant memory of flowers. In the smile of an old man, I have traveled for a hundred years. ...
First grade of primary school: Zhang
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Chapter 8: Centennial Fragrant Memory
"Reader, who are you, still reading my poem after one hundred years?" An old man in plain clothes with a white cloth wrapped around his head came up to me and smiled silently. "I can't send you a flower from the wealth of spring, or a wisp of jinxia from the distant clouds. Open the door and look around, pick the floral memories that disappeared a hundred years ago from the bustling and flowery garden, and let the joyful voice pass through a hundred years ... "
Tagore approached me step by step and whispered in my ear, telling me the beauty of dedication, which kissed every creature like a touch of spring sunshine.
In the early morning sunshine, Ye Er swayed gently and fluttered in the autumn wind. "When fallen leaves lose themselves in the soil, they are integrated into the life of the forest." You said, holding a yellow leaf in your hand. This is the meaning of Ye Er's life. In the late autumn breeze, he ended his life with a brilliant farewell and contributed his meager strength to the earth. Scattered into mud, asking for nothing in return, it only remembers the nurturing of the earth and is eager to repay it with its own life. Perhaps because of this, the leaves are immortal, floating in the poet's lingering pen and ink, in the picture scroll. ...
Autumn is bleak in the past, and spring is full of flowers. Buds in bud on the branches, or stamens between layers of leaves, are in clusters, competing for each other. "The soil was insulted, but it was rewarded with flowers." You asked me to dig out a blank piece of soil, and I smelled the fragrance in the soil.
Although Tu endured people's abandonment, he didn't complain. It has experienced the beating of raindrops and the raging cold wind. Finally, in the warm spring breeze, it breathes out the fragrance of the land and plays the gurgling music in people's hearts. Perhaps, there are some ugly things in the world, and they have been silently contributing and working hard for the beauty of the world.
"Life is given by God, and we only have it when we give it." You still smile and tell me the eternal truth. Is everything the same in the world? We came into this world with nothing, and only by learning to pay can we get a reward. Give convenience to others before giving convenience to yourself. Only with a sincere heart dedicated to others, will there be gains, will there be joy and happiness, and will there be gains from others' efforts. At this time, we can have a heavy life and really have it, right?
Wandering in the blooming courtyard, I picked a flower that bloomed under the nourishment of dedicated rain and dew. It's very delicate and charming. I sniffed gently and smelled the fragrant memory of flowers. In the smile of an old man, I have traveled for a hundred years. ...
Unique conception, mellow implication, and a hundred-year-old mellow memory bring us a fresh and warm atmosphere.
The author skillfully weaves Tagore's poems into his own articles in the form of dialogue between characters, and combines his own feelings and experiences to profoundly express the theme of the articles and interpret the true meaning of life.
The full text is like a prose poem, with beautiful sentences, profound meanings, great significance, philosophy and great endurance. Tagore's narrative form, in particular, makes readers feel cordial and easily moved. In recent years, influenced by bad atmosphere, the tendency of plagiarism and ghostwriting in college entrance examination has increased. Under such circumstances, the writing attitude of this article is more worthy of promotion.
The article still needs to be modified: first, the meaning of some sentences is not clear enough; Second, the thinking of writing should be further straightened out, and the transition between paragraphs should be more rigorous.
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Chapter 9: Centennial Fragrant Memory
"Reader, who are you, still reading my poem after one hundred years?" An old man in white cloth and plain clothes came up to me and smiled silently. "I can't send you a flower from the wealth of spring, or a wisp of jinxia from a distant cloud. Open the door and look around, picking the floral memories that disappeared a hundred years ago from the blooming garden, and let the sound of joy pass through a hundred years ... "
Tagore approached me step by step and whispered in my ear, telling me the beauty of dedication-it kissed every creature like a touch of spring sunshine.
In the early morning sunshine, Ye Er swayed gently and fluttered in the autumn wind. "When fallen leaves lose themselves in the soil, they are integrated into the life of the forest." You said, holding a yellow leaf in your hand. This is the meaning of Ye Er's life. In the late autumn breeze, he ended his life with a brilliant farewell and contributed his meager strength to the earth. Scattered into mud, asking for nothing in return, it just remembers the kindness of the earth to raise it and is eager to repay it with its own life. Because of this, the leaves are immortal, floating in the poet's lingering pen and ink, in the picture scroll. ...
Autumn is bleak in the past, and spring is full of flowers. Buds in bud on the branches, or stamens between layers of leaves, are in clusters, competing for each other. "The soil was insulted, but it was rewarded with flowers." You made me hold a blank piece of soil, and I smelled the fragrance in the soil.
Although Tu endured people's abandonment, he didn't complain. It experienced the beating of raindrops and the raging of cold air. Finally, in the warm spring breeze, it breathes the fragrance of the land and plays a gurgling music in people's hearts. Perhaps, there are some ugly things in the world, and they have been silently contributing and working hard for the beauty of the world.
"Life is given by God, and we only have it when we give it." You still smile and tell me the true meaning of eternity. Is everything the same in the world? We come to this world with nothing, and only by learning to pay can we get a reward; After giving convenience to others, we can give convenience to ourselves. Only when we dedicate ourselves to others with a sincere heart can we reap happiness and happiness, as well as the contribution of others. At this time, we can have a heavy life and really have it, right?
Wandering in the blooming courtyard, I picked a flower that bloomed under the nourishment of dedicated rain and dew. It's very delicate and charming. I sniffed gently and smelled the fragrant memory of flowers. In the smile of an old man, I have traveled for a hundred years. ...
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Chapter 10: Memories of a century-old fragrance
Fragrant memory through a hundred years
Jilin examinee
"Reader, who are you, still reading my poem after one hundred years?" An old man in white cloth and plain clothes came up to me and smiled silently. "I can't send you a flower from the wealth of spring, or a wisp of jinxia from the distant clouds. Open the door and look around, picking the floral memories that disappeared a hundred years ago from the blooming garden, and let the sound of joy pass through a hundred years ... "
Tagore approached me step by step and whispered in my ear, telling me the beauty of dedication-it kissed every creature like a touch of spring sunshine.
In the early morning sunshine, Ye Er swayed gently and fluttered in the autumn wind. "When fallen leaves lose themselves in the soil, they are integrated into the life of the forest." You said, holding a yellow leaf in your hand. This is the meaning of Ye Er's life. In the late autumn breeze, he ended his life with a brilliant farewell and contributed his meager strength to the earth. Scattered into mud, asking for nothing in return, it just remembers the kindness of the earth to raise it and is eager to repay it with its own life. Because of this, the leaves are immortal, floating in the poet's lingering pen and ink, in the picture scroll. ...
Autumn is bleak in the past, and spring is full of flowers. Buds in bud on the branches, or stamens between layers of leaves, are in clusters, competing for each other. "The soil was insulted, but it was rewarded with flowers." You made me hold a blank piece of soil, and I smelled the fragrance in the soil.
Although Tu endured people's abandonment, he didn't complain. It experienced the beating of raindrops and the raging of cold air. Finally, in the warm spring breeze, it breathes the fragrance of the land and plays a gurgling music in people's hearts. Perhaps, there are some ugly things in the world, and they have been silently contributing and working hard for the beauty of the world.
"Life is given by God, and we only have it when we give it." You still smile and tell me the true meaning of eternity. Is everything the same in the world? We come to this world with nothing, and only by learning to pay can we get a reward; After giving convenience to others, we can give convenience to ourselves. Only by dedicating ourselves to others with a sincere heart can we reap-joy and happiness, as well as the contribution of others. At this time, we can have a heavy life and really have it, right?
Wandering in the blooming courtyard, I picked a flower that bloomed under the nourishment of dedicated rain and dew. It's very delicate and charming. I sniffed gently and smelled the fragrant memory of flowers. In the smile of an old man, I have traveled for a hundred years. ...
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Chapter 1 1: Fragrant memory through a hundred years.
"Reader, who are you, still reading my poem after one hundred years?" An old man in plain clothes with a white cloth wrapped around his head came up to me and smiled silently. "I can't send you a flower from the wealth of spring, or a wisp of jinxia from a distant cloud. Open the door and look around, pick the floral memories that disappeared a hundred years ago from the bustling and flowery garden, and let the joyful voice pass through a hundred years ... "
Tagore approached me step by step and whispered in my ear, telling me the beauty of dedication, which kissed every creature like a touch of spring sunshine.
In the early morning sunshine, Ye Er swayed gently and fluttered in the autumn wind. "When fallen leaves lose themselves in the soil, they are integrated into the life of the forest." You said, holding a yellow leaf in your hand. This is the meaning of Ye Er's life. In the late autumn breeze, he ended his life with a brilliant farewell and contributed his meager strength to the earth. Scattered into mud, not asking for anything in return, just thinking of the nurturing of the earth, eager to repay with my own life. Perhaps because of this, the leaves have gained eternal life, floating in the poet's lingering pen and ink, in the picture scroll. ...
Autumn is bleak in the past, and spring is full of flowers. Buds in bud on the branches, or stamens between layers of leaves, are in clusters, competing for each other. "The soil was insulted, but it was rewarded with flowers." You asked me to dig out a blank piece of soil, and I smelled the fragrance in the soil.
Although Tu endured people's abandonment, he didn't complain. It has experienced the beating of raindrops and the raging cold wind. Finally, in the warm spring breeze, it breathes out the fragrance of the land and plays the gurgling music in people's hearts. Perhaps, there are some ugly things in the world, and they have been silently contributing and working hard for the beauty of the world.
"Life is given by God, and we only have it when we give it." You still smile and tell me the eternal truth. Is everything the same in the world? We came into this world with nothing, and only by learning to pay can we get a reward. Give convenience to others before giving convenience to yourself. Only with a sincere heart dedicated to others, will there be gains, will there be joy and happiness, and will there be gains from others' efforts. At this time, we can have a heavy life and really have it, right?
Wandering in the blooming courtyard, I picked a flower that bloomed under the nourishment of dedicated rain and dew. It's very delicate and charming. I sniffed gently and smelled the fragrant memory of flowers. In the smile of an old man, I have traveled for a hundred years. ...
Comments:
Unique conception, mellow implication, and a hundred-year-old mellow memory bring us a fresh and warm atmosphere.
The author skillfully weaves Tagore's poems into his own articles in the form of dialogue between characters, and combines his own feelings and experiences to profoundly express the theme of the articles and interpret the true meaning of life.
The full text is like a prose poem, with beautiful sentences, profound meanings, great significance, philosophy and great endurance. Tagore's narrative form, in particular, makes readers feel cordial and easily moved. In recent years, influenced by bad atmosphere, the tendency of plagiarism and ghostwriting in college entrance examination has increased. Under such circumstances, the writing attitude of this article is more worthy of promotion.
The article still needs to be modified: first, the meaning of some sentences is not clear enough; Second, the thinking of writing should be further straightened out, and the transition between paragraphs should be more rigorous.
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