Composition with the theme of "Walking into the Palace of Literature"

Accumulation, let me step into the palace of literature.

In full bloom in the cold, first frost is proud. "Scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains." That is the resolute wintersweet.

Swaying with the wind, mighty and unyielding. "It is still strong, and there are winds in the east, west, north and south." That's carnation green.

Slim and elegant, totally clean. "Sludge is not sticky, clear but not demon." That's the noble Xiang Lian.

Walking on the literary road left by the ancients, slowly learning, slowly mastering, and gradually accumulating in the alternation of the sun and the moon, in the accumulation, let us follow Daiyu's hand to hoe flowers and clean up the pieces of red: let us turn into rain butterflies. Follow butterfly lovers's butterfly road, spread your wings and fly, gradually approach the palace of literature, and find your own "Godot" in your heart.

Accumulation, let us step into the palace of literature.

In the process of accumulation, I gradually got to know him-Zhuangzi. In the face of this old man named Huang Wei, what I see is not only his grotesque and aloof, but also his open-mindedness, gentleness and generosity in cold and sharp, as well as his complacency and speciousness, which makes us have to respect this old man at the peak, love him and follow him happily into the literary hall.

Accumulation, let us step into the palace of literature.

In the accumulation, I saw him, a warrior standing on the wave of fire-Xin Qiji. I saw his cry that he could only "squat on an old horse" in the face of the fatuous and incompetent Emperor Wen, and saw his pride that "the horse was made like thunder", and I saw his pain. "I saw Wu Gou, and I filmed the whole column. No one will visit. " Seeing this general under the banner, I can only watch the sword at night. Facing Xin Shuai, in the literary hall, I realized his determination never to give up after his career was not smooth.

Accumulation, let us step into the palace of literature.

In the accumulation, I saw him on the edge of the great river-Su Shi, and saw his openness. "The river of no return, the waves are exhausted." Seeing its unhappiness, "Ask heaven for wine." At the same time, I also saw his greatness. "I will live forever."

Yes! "A misty rain will last a lifetime." Accumulation, let us step into the palace of literature, in the starry sky of literature, I saw the fortitude of the ancients. I realized the sadness in the euphemism of ancient poetry, and also saw Godot in my heart.