Ye Shiqiong, Class Three, Senior Three.
When the sky is dark enough, the stars will shine.
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The most primitive fear of human beings comes from the long night. Cold and darkness swallowed up all courage and confidence, so human beings used fire, dreams and all kinds of things to comfort themselves shivering in the dark. However, there are always some fearless and brave people who don't want to close their eyes and paralyze themselves in the dark. They choose to look at the stars in the dark, firmly believing that their standing can summon an immortal fire for mankind and greet the dawn through the night. They looked at their beliefs like scarecrows in wheat fields, watched and followed the sunshine of life like sunflowers, and finally ushered in the first starlight that pierced Li Hei because of their persistent watch.
The arrival of suffering and darkness is like a tsunami, sudden and unstoppable. Only the hardest and toughest rocks can endure the rapid overflow of seawater overhead and wait patiently for the ebb tide to see the light of day. In the art history of China, Xu Wei is a figure that cannot be ignored. He introduced a powerful torrent of life to China's painting and calligraphy art, which will be remembered by future generations. But the main reason why Xu Wei is talked about among the people is his legendary life experience: his family changed in childhood, and then he was involved in politics and War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression; Killing his wife by mistake in madness and being jailed; He wrote his own epitaph and even committed suicide nine times without dying. His life was a long struggle against suffering. However, even though he thought about giving up his life ravaged by pain, he never let the brush slip from his hand. On the contrary, his trembling and crazy brushwork rang a loud bell for the history of China art, and a door opened because of his crashing. As stubborn as Xu Wei, there are Van Gogh and Rembrandt. They are also firmly guarding their understanding and yearning for truth, goodness and beauty in the foul suffocation. Even if they are drowned by suffering, they still firmly believe that there must be starlight. Their angular looking back makes the dark sky bright and clear.
"If we have courage and a cool head, we can even sit on the coffin and enjoy the scenery and sing when we are hungry and cold." There are some braver and wiser watchmen whose keen eyes have caught a ray of light in the dark sky. This faint light is enough to ignite the spark of their wisdom. Shen Congwen, a great literary master, was sent to poor rural areas during the Cultural Revolution and suffered inhuman torture. However, in his letter to his nephew Huang Yongyu, he still happily said, "The lotus flowers here are really good ..." This is the atmosphere and wisdom of a star watcher and a torch that can light the way out in the dark. The sky is still gloomy and gloomy, but some souls who have experienced hardships have broken the silence and predicted the arrival of starlight with subtle and firm voices. Even if they only see a few fireflies, it is a sign that the stars break through the clouds. This is the first song of the Watchers, and their bodies begin to warm up.
We need a persistence beyond pessimism, a call beyond wait and see. Finally, we saw the return of the king. Those pioneers held swords and divided the suffering into shining films and turned them into stars for sober eyes to watch. Under the morning star, they pierced the suffering heart with the rusty sword of suffering. Roosevelt in a wheelchair is such a warrior, Hawking in a wheelchair is such a warrior, and Shi Tiesheng in a wheelchair is such a warrior. "(They) understand the heart of suffering in endless encounters, so they don't fear or curse it, but they are above it, overlooking its ins and outs, and then asking themselves and answering them." My evaluation of Cervantes is undoubtedly the best annotation to these brave people. They are torches themselves, awakening more eyes to join the sacred watch and loudly announcing the sudden shining of stars all over the sky. They are hero leaders and the king of watchers. They let the watch go from loneliness to greatness, and from tranquility to greatness.
Even if the sky is still dark and foggy, there will still be deep eyes shooting into the depths of the universe, waiting for the bright stars to fill the dark earth. "Tears will give birth to fragrant flowers; Lost souls will rise to the distant horizon in droves, creating a new dawn. " Their stalwart figures and burning eyes awaken us from the dreary chaos, and look up at the endless night sky without fear, watching the starlight turn into a new dawn through the mist.
Yesterday's "I":
Hello!
See your slow figure, see your locked eyebrows, see your silent tears, my mood becomes particularly heavy. I know that you are very sad for the bittersweet life in grade three, and you are also complaining repeatedly about all kinds of troubles in your growth; You are still frustrated by the small setbacks in your progress.
Life can't be smooth sailing, life can't be just happiness, and everyone will encounter this kind of life experience. I read this story in a book. A girl who is only 19 years old doesn't feel confident after the exam. Although her score exceeded the college admission line by 7 points, she took sleeping pills the night before the report card was handed out. She is the captain's daughter and the darling of her parents. She grew up in a honey pot, but she didn't expect to be so fragile because she drank too much honey.
There is a famous saying: "Pain can breed soul and spiritual strength." In my opinion, disaster may be a proud nurse, disaster may be a hero's milk, and "pain", "disaster" and "disaster" all need to be overcome with suffering. Mencius wrote in Historical Records, "Born in sorrow, died in happiness", "Good medicine tastes bitter and good advice is good for illness", "Sword front comes from sharpening, and plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold". Some ancient philosophers explained this profound truth to us. Only by keeping an eye on ideals and beliefs in the storm can we have a strong viability.
Throughout the ages, how many romantic figures have stood on their own feet in adversity and finally achieved great things. "King Wen was arrested and played Zhouyi; Zhong You wrote Spring and Autumn Annals; Qu Yuan's exile is a tribute to Li Sao. Zuo Qiu is blind and has "Mandarin"; The foot of Sun Tzu's Art of War has been revised; It's not Shu, but Lu Lan. Han Fei was imprisoned in Qin, and there were 300 articles, such as Difficult to Talk, Lonely Anger and Poem, which were probably written by sages when they were angry. " What makes them so sad and angry is their shining choice.
"Just entering Wanshan Circle, one mountain blocks another". With this understanding, will you still be afraid of the suffering and failure ahead? My friend, I hope you will face up to your sufferings, stick to yourself, strengthen your faith, throw away your depression and resentment, and sail your ideal sail with confidence. I believe that a bright tomorrow must belong to you.
Fireman
People throw injustice and filth at hermits, but my friend, you still have to make a star to illuminate them.
-Nietzsche
The meaning of life should always be to pursue something higher and farther than life, rather than seemingly busy but superficial "living". Looking for a quiet pure land, looking for a quiet mind, and quietly placing the soul in a spiritual home with loneliness as the fence, this is watching.
Wandering for a lifetime is a kind of pain without dropping blood, but there will always be people who guard the noble shore with humble walking in order to defend the only cleanliness and truth left in this world. Homer roamed the ancient city-states. No one understands his lost eyes and hides his shining soul. The arrogant world only gave him white eyes and insults, but left behind the brilliance of Iliad and Odyssey. On the other side of the globe, Zhuang Zhou left his back to the confused king and ministers to speculate, and turned his eyes to the rich nature and hardworking people. When he left safely, people picked up his humorous fables. Almost at the same time, they broke away from the eastern and western civilizations and orthodoxy, sang silently under the same bright moon, witnessed the falling of bloom in the wandering world, counted the glory of civilization and guarded the lost tranquility.
Wang Wei wandered between Wangchuan and officialdom, seeking a balance between spiritual home and power center, and calmly and openly integrating birth with WTO. As indifferent as Xu Zhimo's "Biekangqiao": I left gently,/I came gently,/I waved my sleeves,/I didn't take away a cloud ... I looked at the watery, took care of my indifferent life, and escaped the shackles of the troubled world lightly, letting my life slip through this secular world without leaving a trace.
Tragedy always comes from the derailment of ideal and reality. The watcher of the mind often plays an unconventional role. On a piece of land in a certain era. Lonely hearts are always left out. But in more distant time and space, their image will be as brilliant as the stars in the sky. So of course they have their loneliness, but they get happiness and satisfaction that ordinary people can't reach. Diogenes, the founder of cynicism, proudly declared to Alexander, the king of the world, "Please don't block my sunshine". At that moment, this sentence declared the eternal break between the watcher and the secular dignitaries. Diogenes is lucky, and Alexander will respect this wise man as he respects his teacher. But most of the time in history, rulers will only regard them as enemies. Pushkin dyed the sunset under the czar red with blood, Mandelstam had no bones left in Siberia, and Ji Kang's execution ground turned Guangling San into an elegy of life. For them, the obligation to live in this world is to declare their determination to fight death. A hurried life is insignificant for human history, but if you use this life to persistently watch the truth in the depths of your soul, destruction means rebirth.
When there is a serious contradiction between external life and internal creed, life will eventually become a martyr of this contradiction, but for those souls who long for peace, death may be to get rid of the wings of darkness. Mayakovski became an alternate member of the Politburo-the highest position a poet can climb-and he couldn't stand the condemnation of his conscience and was shot. His choice to end is by no means a sign of cowardice, but a final confession to the world when the pure land of spirit can no longer exist in the world. It is precisely because of the turbidity of the world that the watchman will sacrifice his life for the truth of extinction.
It takes much longer for human beings to know a noble soul than for God to create it, but it is easy to destroy it. "Genius is a blazing sun, which always makes the surroundings desolate." Nietzsche sentenced the hermit spirit of the guard to life imprisonment. They are more lonely than God, and no one even admits that their loneliness is valuable. But the conscience of mankind and history will cry with them, making them worthy of suffering in this world.
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Watch the fire of the soul
There is a vivid picture in Wuthering Heights: on the endless wasteland, next to a low farmhouse, a girl sits on the fence and stares into the distance with dry tears. Let the rain wet her dress and let the wind blow her hair, so Catherine waited all night alone, expecting her lover Heathcliff's return. Most of the details of the novel have faded in my mind, but the thin figure in this vast world is getting bigger and bigger until it fills my whole field of vision. Eternal heaven and earth, eternal watch, everything is fixed in a deep wooden portrait, so that the painter can hide his thoughts. Many things in life are like passing clouds, drifting with the wind, but there are always some bright colors that people can't help but turn around and stop. Wait, let life stop, let the waiting person pay one day, two days, one year, two years, even a century, a thousand years. What's more, just for a glance back, it has become an eternal stone carving.
Life is a vast wasteland, and time is looking forward to the appearance of a fire and the flame of life that will start a prairie fire. However, over the years, the fire of life has burned lonely and depressed souls. Where there is light, the remains of moths are piled up. Crystal, the god of Shui Ze, fell in love with Apollo, the sun god who ignored her love. Therefore, Apollo often looked up at the sun at noon and was satisfied when he saw Apollo passing by. The gods took pity on her and turned her into a sunflower, facing the sun forever. I don't know whether sunflower's eager eyes touched the sun, but she made the noblest interpretation of love with her life. Watching does not necessarily require return, because watching itself is the most beautiful gesture of human beings. So many tragedies can't be called tragedies, and watching love die is a more touching ending than everyone is happy.
Watch, like a big tree in the wilderness, protects the bright moon with its branches and lets it jump into the clouds surrounded by treetops. Without trees to see the bright moon, there would be no bright silver light in the night. Watchkeeping is great, because it leaves a great moment for the soul to plunder time and precious gold. Zhuangzi lived in the mountains, drank water and fished in Linpu, and defended the simple legacy of Yao and Shun era with his own personality. Later generations took Zhuangzi's scepter and cared for this precious virgin forest. Li Bai inherited his freedom, Lin Bu learned his seclusion, and Taoism was born. Therefore, seeing is not equal to stagnation. Even though life has been reduced to ashes, through the efforts of generations of volunteers, the truth is still constantly recognized and discovered by human beings. Scientists look at the correct laws of nature, while writers look at the sacred Shui Ze in their hearts. It is watch that breeds colorful modern civilization.
Yu Guangzhong described Halley's Comet as follows: "You always run in the tragedy of reincarnation, raising the banner of pilgrimage all the way …" We watched quietly. Just to come to the southern town and see it as the main theme of my life, I am waiting for the result. So far I still have no news, except anxiety and more fear. I'm afraid to face the result. I'm afraid that a dream as beautiful as a goblet will turn into sharp fragments in an instant and make me feel pain. It's over. There will be no miracles. So I have been avoiding the results of life, escaping all the way and thinking all the way.
As for the memory of that school, I am not easy to use. I am afraid that if I use it, I will stick too much regret, regret and pain. However, they are always so fresh and slightly wet, lying quietly in the corner, occasionally encountering scenes about that campus on TV. People's memory is really strange. Although it was only a short four days, all the details were put in my heart, and they were all made at first sight, and every detail was perfectly matched.
The anxiety of waiting mercilessly eroded my last patience-I carried my telescope on my back and rushed to the roof. At the intersection of latitude and longitude, there is a city full of snow. My telescope tries to find my dream campus in the snow. At this moment, I was surprised to find that pedestrians in the street rushed past me like a flowing river, while I stood in the gap between the past and the future, hesitating, sobbing like an abandoned gravel to find the loss and loss of my home, until all the good things around me gradually disappeared. I still stubbornly hold on to the fire of hope that only gives me a little warmth, hoping it can illuminate my journey tomorrow.
When the lights are dim, I stubbornly stick to the waiting in my heart and endure all the loneliness alone. So boring is a landscape of life. When all the good things are uprooted, you still maintain a regretless expectation, and a little pain revealed by the corners of your mouth can't get rid of the indifferent smile when facing the dim light. Perhaps the most precious thing is the "intersection of sadness and joy" in the table.
Looking forward to a beautiful, exquisite and quiet mood, mixed with a ray of anxious and sad mood, sounded the grand and calm morning bell of Jinshan Temple in Li Shutong, and it sneaked into the surging Dongting Lake in Fan Zhongyan's heart. It guides Du Fu's boat, which rises and falls day and night with Gan Kun, into the tranquility and remoteness hidden on Yuelu Mountain in Zhu's heart.
Seeing is a kind of power that makes people learn to be strong in endless waiting. Seeing is a belief, not a burden, which hinders the pace of progress. Let life be more sober, confident and calm.
Life is like a huge quagmire. In the table, the spirit rises day by day, hoping to surface and bloom a flower.
In my dream, I found myself lying under the arch-like school gate. The clouds in the sky floated to me, touched the gate of high school and drifted away gently. The distant watch continues, just waiting, and I learned to laugh at all the watches on the haystack.
Zhu Wei, Senior 3, Funing Middle School, Jiangsu Province
Moonlight hangs over the village camp in this ravine, and rolling mountains crouch around the village camp like wild animals. The haystack looks like a mountain cub. The dog doll sat in a daze on the haystack.
There is a smell of boiled lard in the air, and the baby dog licks his mouth and sucks saliva. It's Spring Festival now, and I'm making this thing on my own tiger's head stove. At night, as soon as he picked up a piece of hot oil residue and put it in his mouth, he asked his mother to chase it: "greedy ghosts can't be killed!" " He ran in front and his mother scolded him at the back.
The winter vacation lasted more than a month. The dilapidated classroom is not sheltered from the wind and rain, and it is freezing in winter. The county brought a cart of bricks and tiles to repair the classroom, but it was used to repair the Bodhisattva Temple. The village head wiped his nose with shiny sleeves and said to the angry teacher Li, "What's the hurry?" ! Take a vacation first! "So. Baby dog has gone home. Teacher Li said that we should wait until the weather is warm.
Miss Li is the first teacher to teach here, although the dog father curled his mouth and said, "He is really an able person. How can he suffer in this ravine?" But Gouwa still likes this teacher very much. Gowa learned a lot from him. For example, the place under your feet is called the earth, which floats there like the stars in the sky, just like an egg yolk floating in the protein. For example, if you join a club in the city and build something called an airplane, people can fly to the sky by sitting on it. Doug Wei thinks this is incredible. How can something made of iron fly? If you throw an iron pot into the sky, you won't kill anyone!
Dogway looked at the vast sky and countless twinkling stars, and the yolk floated before her eyes. In the dog baby's mind, he holds an egg yolk in his hand and puts it in his mouth, sucking, sucking and chewing. "Knowledge is power", he repeated what the teacher often said. He thought that after learning the teacher's knowledge, he would go to the city, because he knew there was endless curiosity: beautiful electric lights like rainbows and moving iron houses. ...
The baby dog suddenly thought of all this, but he didn't understand anything and his head became very high. These many things, he felt, were like messy seedlings that suddenly appeared on bare land, which made him a little confused. He opened his mouth and shook his hands, hugged his knees and looked up at the stars. After the new year, the teacher will come back soon. He hopes it will be soon.
"Dog wretched! Come back to sleep! If you die outside and freeze your ears, you won't get a wife! " Dad stood at the door and shouted, and his hoarse voice floated around the small village. Daowei wiped off the haystack, shook his swollen head and went home.
The starry sky is still vast, and there seems to be a dog doll holding her knees and watching the sky on the haystack.