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Pass on love

The Moon, So Life was Born —— Inscription

Spring blew the prelude of all life, moistening things silently, and then spring passed life on to summer; In the storm, life experienced a struggle in Wang Yang, so summer passed on life to autumn; Hundreds of rivers fill the river, the sky is vast, life is gradually golden yellow, bent down maturely, with a dazzling light, passing life to winter; In the snowstorm, life is surging in the earth. Even in the end, we have to "turn into spring mud to protect flowers." This is the transmission of life, the transmission of life, no complaints, no retreat, no sadness, and so on, year after year.

Passing is a responsibility.

Who moved Kyushu? Shi Biao said in Chen Qingbiao: "I don't have a grandmother, so I have today;" Grandma has no ministers, and her years are endless. "Reading these heartfelt words is always from the heart. Whether Yong Dong sold herself to bury her father or Huang Xiang pillow, they all shone with traditional Chinese virtues. Filial piety, a question that has been questioned for thousands of years, is our responsibility to pass it on. Every man has the duty of filial piety. Standing in the 2 1 century, has everyone done it? I remember the public service advertisement-"Passing Love" is about the details of the life of an ordinary family. The story goes like this: In the evening, after washing her son's feet, the mother washed her mother-in-law's feet. After the child saw his mother's movements, he also brought her a basin of foot washing water. Filial piety should be brave enough to bear, because it is a responsibility. In 2004, a son made his own answer with his body. He returned a part of his life to his dying mother. Tian, with her body conveying love, has brought comfort to all mothers in the world. In 2006, Lin Xiuzhen, an ordinary farmer, was born in party member. In the past 30 years, he has volunteered to support six elderly people who have no blood relationship with himself and his family, and paid childlike care and filial piety to the six elderly people in spiritual and material life. " Filial piety is "old man" and "son", which together become a word of filial piety. Always refers to the previous generation, and sons refer to the next generation. The integration of the previous generation and the next generation is called filial piety, so the previous generation cannot live without the next generation. Therefore, "filial piety" needs to be passed down from generation to generation, which is a responsibility.

Communication is a lofty mission.

Who stirred a spring river? Standing by the Miluo River is Qu Yuan. It was at the last moment of his life that he was "full of kindness, and though he died nine times, he still had no regrets." He shouted, "The road is long and Xiu Yuan is Xi, and Xiu Yuan is Xi, so I am willing to practise fraud for it.". Life has gone down the river for more than two thousand years, so we have heard Wen Tianxiang's grandiloquence that "life never dies since ancient times, and we have seen Tan Sitong's" I laugh with a horizontal knife, but I stay with courage! " "Zhuang language. Mr. Lu Xun said: "Only soul of china is valuable. Only by carrying it forward can China make real progress. "Obviously, this soul of china, which needs to be passed down from generation to generation, is the concept of life and death, the sense of mission, and the fearless spirit of' I commend Xuanyuan with blood'. Although the water in front is no longer pumping enough water, the rolling Yangtze River and Yellow River still stand on the territory of the Chinese nation after nine turns and eighteen bends, conveying the patriotic spirit of our ancestors. We don't have to cry for the ancients alone, because the baton is in our hands at this time. Patriotism is never empty talk, nor is it a clank oath in the flag-raising ceremony. It should be like Kong Fansen, Ren Changxia and Yuan Longping.

So "love" needs to be passed on, year after year, and this is the mission.

The wind transmits the information of spring to the earth, so everything recovers; Love, the feelings passed to relatives, so I am reluctant to go; Righteousness, pass the word to life, so you sacrifice your life for righteousness ... and so on, year after year.

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Came here unconsciously. I was born and raised in my hometown: Qingguo Lane.

It seems that the old face has not changed, and everything here is so familiar. I feel that I am back to the five-year-old who is unfamiliar with the world, dragging a pair of straw sandals and stepping on the deep water stains on the slate and blue bricks in Qingguo Lane. The surface of the brick road is uneven. In the thin cracks, the humid weather in ancient Changzhou breeds lush moss, which exudes a slightly obscure plant flavor and conveys long-lost memories. Qingguo Lane is a standard town in the south of the Yangtze River, with white walls and tiles and gray lime gravel. In this vicissitudes of Gu Xiang, I can't help but pounce on the houses built in Qingguo Lane near Dongxiatang. This is my home! My hometown! Qingguo Lane has the flavor of Zhouzhuang in Wuzhen, not only because of the contrast between black and white, but also because of its primitive, primitive houses and primitive residents.

Dongxiatang is full of water. This narrow river is like a gentle and virtuous mother. Its slim figure will never stand down. A few swallows who came back in spring waded past, leaving ripples in my heart. The water in Dongxiatang is very stable, without the dexterity of water. She is tired! Having nurtured the fragrance of green fruits for generations, she is no longer as clear as before, but has more fatigue and burnout.

Swallows flew into the black tile house in Qingguo Lane, into that layer of moss and into my childhood life. "In the old society, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people." In the fog of Qingguo Lane, I vaguely felt the eye movements of swallows. It wants to convey to me and asks, "Little Wolf, are you home?" Suddenly I remembered my mother's song: "green wild fruit, peach blossom is wrong;" Green wild fruit, five or two leaves fall ... "

It was a dream. I got out of bed, and I revisited my old place in my dream, revisiting Qingguo Lane when I was a child. Usually when I dream, my hands are always full of sweat, but this time, I seem to be particularly peaceful when I dream.

What does this incredible real dream convey to me? I opened the window half asleep and looked. That is a gray high-rise building. Where are my olives? Where are my olives? She must be hard to find and embarrassed to find in modern Changzhou!

This dream is conveying a feeling to me, inspiring me to return to my Qingguo Lane and jump into the clear river of Dongxiatang with a smile. I hid this precious transmission in a little-known corner of my heart, because I don't think I can even get such a transmission in a few years.

If the sadness of parting is for the joy of reunion, when can I see my olive again after I left at the age of five? Qing Guo, pass this dream on to me several times!

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Sunlight passes through the shadows of trees, giving the soul a spring.

One person, one turtle and one world.

Houses are everywhere in spring. It's another sunny afternoon. I squatted in front of the glazed porcelain jar and sang to the tortoise. A touch of new green emerged from the chlorophytum and reflected in the shallow water. That's my grandfather's paradise. However, Grandpa's tortoise seems to be missing one. ...

I bumped into my grandfather who was watering the flowers with his heart. "There's another one?" I asked in a low voice, and grandpa's hand shook inadvertently and was silent for a long time. It was a hoarse answer: "There was another one who wanted to go home after moving here, and he went back ..." "Oh!" I skipped away, not thinking about the meaning of silence.

Flowers are colorful, just like the joy of giggling when I stepped on a turtle with the help of my grandfather when I was a child, but they told me to be quiet, not like when I was a child.

I looked back at grandpa in surprise. Lonely, slow, lost a lot of weight, like a turtle in a porcelain jar stretching its neck to listen to spring, very peaceful.

A shadow, a window and a vision.

There is always a visitor in the old house where the tortoise joins.

We just turned the corner and didn't arrive.

Downstairs, I saw grandpa's eager eyes on the seventh floor. Suddenly, a happy light flashed.

I went downstairs and turned a corner, but I still heard my grandfather shout "Go" and "Come again". He must not want to be separated from himself in that small window again.

But I am willing to look him in the eye, hear his call and enjoy the warmth of being cared for.

It's just that today's new house doesn't have a small window to see. He just stood in front of the polished floor-to-ceiling glass, and then looked forward to it in the faint smoke circle and in the thick, faint, faint and thick tea fragrance.

Looking forward to looking forward to it, that full of love turned into my silent touch behind my back.

Why do you need to touch your heart? The light of self-love is projected from the silent back and radiated from the staring eyes. Grandpa passed this warmth to me as early as before the flower window and stored it in plain words.

The spring of the soul, in a touching moment, touched the bustling land and spread love.

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After a long journey home, a letter from home soaked with tears sent peace and blessings.

After decades of dreams, flowers have fallen, and a song of "Going Home" with deep affection conveys infinite sadness and expectation.

On the other side of the strait, Yu Guangzhong's homesickness is passing. This time, Yu Guangzhong poured a glass of turbid wine alone, and decades of worries were all on the bright moon. He drank a spoonful of vigorous Yangtze river water, took off a piece of fiery red begonia and stuck it on his chest, watched the distant mountains snow, took off a wintersweet, and passed on the red heat in his heart to his hometown ... The dream was still awake! He can only look at the mountain with tears in his eyes and convey this sadness from one shore to the other. ...

On the other side of the strait, the sadness and despair of love came. On the way home, the strings on the horseback of love sounded gently, suppressing the inner joy and excitement. However, not far away, he stopped first, and his smile condensed into a wry smile. He reached out blankly and tried to touch the soil in his hometown, but he caught Coody Leng's palm. I stepped on the bud of spring grass on this shore and looked at the background behind love. Gradually, it turned into a severe winter. Suddenly there was a crunchy sound, and a pure heart was frozen and cracked in front of the "No Crossing" sign. He crouched down, raised his collar and lived independently in the cold winter when he made a fire. Not far away, all the azaleas in the mountain withered, leaving only one, crying. I don't know what invisible wall stands in the shallow canyon, only this sadness, from one shore to the other. ...

Across the strait, the expectations of millions of compatriots have come. A shallow strait was once too deep to cross. The wanderer filled the abyss hopefully. A bridge to go home is about to be built, and a rainbow bridge to convey love and truth looms in the stormy sky. The wanderer is very happy. He said that his hometown is not far at all, just across the strait. I can show you! From shore to shore ...

I stood at the ends of the earth for a long time, staring at the other side of the strait, listening to a painful "home" coming from the sea breeze. Suddenly, tears poured down, and I shouted, "Come back soon!" " "So, pray quietly, I wonder if this warm tide can pass my feelings from one shore to the other?

Comments: This article has profound implications. The author seeks the layout of the article from the height of yearning for the reunification of the motherland, and his expression is expressive.

The selected materials are typical and unique. Yu Guangzhong is a famous homesick poet in Taiwan Province, and Love is a famous poet in the international literary world. The author chose the homesick poems of two poets as the material to express the theme, which is really a remarkable move.

The article also has its own uniqueness in expression: 1, poetic artistic conception and moving picture. Yu Guangzhong stood on a high mountain overlooking the hometown of the mainland; Love can't ride home; Rainbow spans both sides of the Taiwan Province Strait; The author stood by the sea and looked at Taiwan Province Province, calling for the return of his compatriots. The four paintings show four moving scenes. 2. Indirect reference to the poet's works. The second and third paragraphs of the article reflect the author's familiarity with the poet's works, and the author skillfully quotes poems to shape the poet's image and outline the picture. For example, "Drink a spoonful of flourishing Yangtze River water", "Pick a piece of red begonia and stick it to your chest" and "Pick a wintersweet" are all quotations from Yu Guangzhong's Four Rhymes of Homesickness. 3. Use concise, emotional and meaningful language to express. The author's language skills are very strong. Picking up the pen, poetic sentences flowed from the bottom of the pen: "

After a long journey home, a letter from home soaked with tears sent peace and blessings. After decades of dreams, flowers have fallen, and a song of "Going Home" with deep affection conveys infinite sadness and expectation. There are too many such sentences in the text, and such writing skills must come from the author's love for Chinese and his usual efforts.

In a word, this article is delicate and affectionate, which broadens the way for the writing style of the senior high school entrance examination.

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You are sweet wine, Li Bai was drunk and dreamed of dying in your arms; You are a colorful picture, and Su Shi is a carefree world. You are a ray of warm sunshine, breaking through the darkness and shooting into my heart. It is you, China people, who hold high the torch of wisdom, pass on knowledge and give the world a bright spring.

Clouds are rolling in the sky, flowers are blooming in front of the court, and the moon is full outside the window. Oh, it's you, conveying everything beautiful to me. Look, "the rain in the sky is crisp, and the grass looks close, but there is no"; Listen, "A few early warblers compete to warm the trees, whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud."

Li Bai's How the Yellow River Water Moves Heaven, Du Fu's Reaching the Peak at First Sight, Su Shi's Wish People Long, and Li Qingzhao's People are Thinner than Yellow Flowers ... It turns out that you are not talented and convey knowledge and hope to the world.

There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo in spring, lotus leaves in summer, autumn with "stopping to sit in the maple forest late" and winter with "until dusk, snow will crush our tent". You will always be by our side, silently contributing your strength to generations of students.

When I was a child, my grandfather often took me to sit in a quiet yard and taught me to recite the famous saying, "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly remembered home." Although I don't understand it vaguely, I'm already lamenting your beautiful rhythm, which is so touching.

I didn't really understand until I grew up. It turns out that your world is so vast and magnificent, and you are so colorful. I was deeply addicted to your arms, and I fell in love with your diversity, your elegance and everything.

You opened the window of knowledge for me; It is you who inserted the wings of knowledge for me; You gave me the light of wisdom. ...

Thank you-the bright bearer of knowledge-Chinese. May you always be young and energetic, and pass on the light of wisdom to generations of students.

Comments: When the author focuses on the most familiar topic "Language conveys wisdom", the article has a solid realistic foundation. Chinese conveys a kind of thought and spirit to the young author, so that he can learn to describe nature in poetic language and feel the feelings of literati with sentimental heart ... At the key points of the article, he can show exquisite parallelism sentences, choose philosophical epigrams, or use poetic expressions to make the article look colorful. At the end of the article, it is natural to highlight the eyes of the text and suddenly shine at the moment.

Pass on love

Love is everywhere, and a small desk calendar expresses a person's new year's voice; A small desk calendar can spur a person to cherish time; A small desk calendar can tell us how time flies.

On one of my desks, there is its small and exquisite figure, which is extremely exquisite. It consists of a dark blue hard board and 14 pieces of paper, forming a desk calendar that everyone loves.

Turning to the title page of this desk calendar, I saw neat lines of words. The main writing is: citizens participate in the standardization and standardization of the national common language.

With the title page, it is impossible without the home page! I saw that the lifelike animals on the first page were particularly lively and lovely. Look! A little pig has four characters "wealth" in his hand. He is smiling and wearing a headdress with a "golden wall". I don't know who to give New Year greetings to! Some dresses next to it are icing on the cake, adding a lot of "vitality" to the original beautiful cover!

The zodiac will always have a desk calendar! Cattle, for me, are simple and honest, diligent to human beings, good helpers of human beings and bring endless fun to human beings. It pays without asking for anything in return. Well done, cow! I saw it on the desk calendar as cute and playful, and it is a good assistant for human beings. Look! It is dressed in plain clothes, little red riding hood and a pair of cute embroidered shoes. It has a lovely appearance! It's honest, but it doesn't brag. It has a small yellow knife in its hand, as if it is bravely and proudly defending our motherland! The calf in the picture looks like a New Year greeting to us! A "peace" sign in the other hand caught my eye and I will never forget it. Wisdom and self-confidence, methodical work, leadership, a sense of responsibility for the family, trust in authority, but sometimes stubborn and conservative. This is Niu's consistent work style!

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A small desk calendar will bring some joy and laughter to my boring life, let me know how fast time passes, and remind me of a famous saying of Mr. Lu Xun: Time is like water in a sponge, as long as you are willing to squeeze it, there is always some.

The sound of reading in the disaster area conveys infinite hope for the future.

On May 19 14: 28, 2008, the horns of cars, trains and ships sounded over cities all over the country as scheduled, and the people of the whole country observed three minutes of silence for the victims of the earthquake!

After three minutes of silence, another voice will be heard in the earthquake-stricken area. It is reported that more than 80 disaster-stricken schools in Beichuan have been informed by the Education Bureau that classes will resume on May 19. Tent schools will be set up at resettlement sites for children to attend classes, and some students will be transferred to Mianyang school to continue their studies. At this time, the sad mood has not been calmed down, and the home in ruins has not been rebuilt, but the sound of reading seems to penetrate the inner haze with endless tenacity and unyielding, passing through the smoke after the earthquake and conveying infinite hope for the future!

Whistles and sirens remind us to always remember the national disaster and pay the highest respect to life. The sound of reading conveys the belief that the best way to remember the national disaster and pay tribute to life is to live better and more meaningfully. We will not give up and abandon, we will be firm and never fall. Our eyes are washed away by tears because of sadness, but we can see the distance better. The painful experience of losing relatives and homes enables us to move towards the future with a firmer pace. Two ways, the same expression.

The rescue work continues, and the miracle of life is still being created. At the same time, another battle has begun-that is, rebuilding homes, especially the spiritual homes of the people in the disaster areas. The ruins everywhere, the ashes and dust all over the sky, naturally can't stop sadness and missing. However, life has to go on, and the road ahead needs to be firmly faced. At this time, we need an inner strength and a spontaneous spirit to cheer up, inspire our confidence and courage to finally overcome the disaster, and find a sonorous reason for ourselves to live better.

Which power is stronger and which spirit is more spiritual? That is, teachers get up in class and children read, so that the light of education can illuminate the darkness and fear in their hearts, and the warmth and massiness of knowledge can smooth their sadness and helplessness. In this earthquake disaster, the school suffered the most, and the most touching and heroic action of the students was the boundless love of the teachers. Please tell me, which way can better express our respect, which way can better convey our fearlessness and strength, and which voice can better arouse the people of China at this moment? Only the sound of reading, only the child's absorbed face.

Yes, the temporary classroom built in the tent is still very simple, which is not enough to restore the peace of the past. Yes, the bone-chilling pain of losing loved ones and homes can't completely fade away from children's hearts soon, and it needs a long time of comfort, but this is only the beginning, a hopeful starting point for the future, and it will bid farewell to yesterday's disaster and sadness with an unusually firm tone: tomorrow will be better! It will tell the world with a childish but extremely clear voice that China people can hold on and pass on their blessings.

In hot summer, the cool rain is the voice blessing of the sky to the earth; In cold winter, warm sunshine is the silent blessing of the sun to everything; In the autumn of harvest, heavy fruit is the warm blessing of nature to mankind; The spring of recovery is the warm blessing of the earth to all things.

This is a blessing sent by nature, and human beings are also sending blessings in our unique way.

When leaving, my friend said "bon voyage", which warmed the hearts of pedestrians; When encountering difficulties, the mutual help of friends is a great strength; When you are sad, the careful care of your parents is an invisible force; When we are disappointed, the teacher's encouragement ignites the confidence that will be extinguished in our hearts.

When I saw Mongolian children drop out of school because of poverty on TV, his helpless eyes made people feel distressed. Maybe there is nothing I can do, but I wish you an early return to the ocean of knowledge with the help of people. "Where there is love, there is hope, and where there is blessing, there is a future". Blessing is ever-present warmth.

When Heilongjiang needs to transport water from all over the world because of water pollution, people there are short of water, but they have received countless blessings. Blessed people are happy, and those who bless others are happy.

When the people of London fell into panic because of the terrorist attacks, the blessings from people all over the world were healing their wounds; When Southeast Asia was in danger after the tsunami, when the goods full of blessings were delivered to the victims, the fear gradually disappeared. When bird flu swept the world, people silently cared for each other, warmed their hearts, defeated the virus and ushered in peace.

We are eager to be blessed, but in order to convey blessings, we must learn to fly them. The heart is full of gratitude, the future is full of sunshine, the heart is full of blessings and the future is full of happiness.

When the first ray of sunshine shines on me, I will wish you all a warm day; When the moon is hanging in the night sky, I will wish you good night; When I celebrate my birthday, I will wish all mothers in the world happiness. ...

Going out, parents' instructions are full of happiness; Before going to the examination room, the teacher's instructions are full of power; When I started my business, the instructions of my predecessors were full of blessings.

We live in a world full of love and blessings. Life is limited, but blessings are infinite.

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