Does anyone know who is the author of "A composition with full marks in the college entrance examination, which is widely circulated today?" The beginning of this article is 20 16 fengxin No.1 middle

Does anyone know who is the author of "A composition with full marks in the college entrance examination, which is widely circulated today?" The beginning of this article is 20 16 fengxin No.1 middle school. 1.2008 Fujian College Entrance Examination Full Score Composition: Yikun Tobacco Ren Jiangping

As time goes by, the old traces are washed away, leaving only the dreariness and sadness of the desert. On the edge of the water, you drift away, leaving only Chu's gaze and sigh.

Or like sweet taste, or love is bitter and sweet stimulation, who is like you-Zhuangzi, indifferent to everything, integrated with the Tao, only paranoid about that faint innocence.

When a kind of beauty makes people feel overwhelmed, they have to dance for it with their hands and feet; When a kind of insipid, light makes people unable to taste, we have to sigh and cherish it and praise it. You are willing to be indifferent, content with being plain, complacent in being plain, only willing to have fun in become a butterfly in your dreams, only willing to wander around the world with hovering Peng, unwilling to be tired of state affairs and unwilling to set foot in the world. You are like the sweet and fragrant mineral water, giving people a desperate life, a quiet and far-reaching life, and something detached. I tried to touch your skirt, but I touched it at my fingertips.

But I can't get rid of the sweet temptation, and I can't forget the bitter or sweet fragrance. When there is no way out, I have to look at your calm eyes, which are unusually clear and long, and I can't see the end of the world.

I thought you were lonely, but you told me that a friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. Keiko's departure didn't bring you anything like that. So you have already seen through life and the world of mortals. Why praise your plainness? I have nothing to say.

Miss the past and compete in prosperity. You are still wandering freely in the outside world, understanding the infinity of nature. The world is only your subjective product. Even you know the happiness of river fish, the joy of butterfly dance and the guilt of mantis, swaying away and shuttling through the mire. Why care about the power struggle? Who said you have to bear the unbearable weight of life?

There is a bright moon in the distance. You watch the bright moon alone on a breezy night, so that the bright moon will not be lost when people sit back and relax-just because your dull hearts are chasing each other. The world laughs at your madness, but your cold eyes are speechless. You suddenly realize that your faint spring-like philosophy is so profound, but you are already floating.

I only caught a glimpse of you, but I caught a glimpse of a dull and far-reaching attitude towards life. I will never be dominated by everything. I am alone in the turbid waves, and I only want to die holding the bright moon. There is a withered tobacco and a white mustard on the river.

Teach me how to follow in your footsteps, beauty is the essence of being at a loss; Teach me how to touch your skirt, that kind of indifferent attitude.

This is you, as light as spring, your paranoid pursuit, a Bai Mudan fluttering beside spring, an ethereal song for you. Xing yajie

2. Fragrant memories 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 and a wisp of jinxia from the distant clouds. Open the door and look around, pick up the floral memories that disappeared a hundred years ago from the blooming garden, and let the sound of joy cross the century ... "?

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 get eternal life, floating in the poet's lingering pen and ink, in the picture ...

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 ...?

3. miss the sky?

Jiangsu examinees

I don't know whose disappearance was taken away by wild geese flying south in panic. The sky is still blue. I don't know whether people's love illuminates the sky or the sky illuminates the love in people's hearts. ?

A person's sky

In this ancient oriental land, there lived a singer who built a stage with his love and used the income of this stage to support a sky for those children who were out of school. Cong Fei, who is fighting cancer, donated all he had, but didn't think of treating his incurable disease. Cong Fei left and flew to his own blue sky with his love for out-of-school children. Some people say: "Cong Fei's actions can't make every child's eyes full of bright sunshine." However, it was the sky that Cong Fei sang with his own voice that stung our eyes and gradually opened the door to charity. This is the sky of love. ?

A sky for three?

Can you imagine what happens when a person falls off a cliff? Death or survival? The cable car accident a few years ago is still fresh in my memory. When a cable car of a family of three who was sitting enjoying family happiness fell off the cable, I saw four hands holding up a small body and a fragile young life at the same time, but the owners of these two hands died without hesitation! This is a sky of blood and flesh that parents hold up for their children! Someone once said, "The day after the accident, the sky seemed unusually calm. Makes people homesick. " Yes, when parents care for their children with their own hands, a sky that can never see the wind and rain spreads out over their children's heads. This is also the sky of love. ?

The sky of a group of people?

Why is the charity index of this ancient country always like a child who doesn't want to grow up? Why do people always pay attention to welfare on "small pieces of paper" full of lottery hopes? Why do people always ask about the assets of the rich and don't care about their donations to charity? However, the caring groups in Qingdao are trying to improve all this. "Dust", this caring group has witnessed different faces, but it has the same name-Dust! People have long stopped asking who Dust is and how much money it donated. Because people who know this group have become a member of the "dust"! "Dust" can't be found, but it can be seen everywhere. Small but great! It represents the conscience of a city! Look, the sky of charity in the distance has revealed a fish-belly grey. This is the sky of love. ?

One person's love is very small, but what about two people, three people or even a group of people? When people's love comes together, the sky is illuminated by people's love. At the same time, the sky illuminated by love guides all beings to ignite the love in more people's hearts. ?

4. They

At the end of the city, there is no bustling market, no shining neon lights; At the end of the city, there are only weather-beaten dilapidated shanty towns; At the end of the city, there are a group of people like them.

What should I call them? Children of migrant workers? Farmers' children? Or the second generation of migrant workers? No, I don't want to call them by these cold names. I want to call them rustic birth names, hold their hands and approach their lives. ......

They grew up in the green mountains and green waters of their hometown, and their pure souls started jointing in the fields. In the wind of Shan Ye, they are running and dreaming. The wind blew into the city from the fields. For their livelihood and future, they followed their parents to the city and took root at the end of the city. So I got used to the eyes of green mountains and green waters, and came into contact with tall buildings and traffic for the first time. They don't know how to cross the six-lane road, and their little hands can't tell the floors of the office building. Prosperous modern civilization has never brought them any happiness, but this time, it has left a deep imprint on their hearts.

They took up their schoolbags and carefully integrated into city life. But in the strange eyes of "city people", I understood the difference between hukou and temporary residence permit for the first time. Are the treasures in parents' hearts! But prematurely assumed the burden that does not belong to this era.

When they come home from school, they cook a simple dinner, and their parents are still working at the construction site or the food market; Wake up in the middle of the night, the starry sky in the city is not as bright as my tearful hometown; Make a wish quietly, hoping that their primary school for children of migrant workers will not close down tomorrow because they can't pay the electricity bill. ......

However, I saw their growth in their growing bodies. I remember a reporter asked a child in a school for migrant children if he would go back to his hometown after graduation. The little girl said without hesitation: Of course, he must go back! At that moment, I almost cried for their growth.

I remember their childish declaration on the Spring Festival Evening that year: "Our school is small, but its grades are not bad", "We don't compare with children in the city" and "Beijing's 2008 is also our 2008!" They gradually matured, bid farewell to yesterday's shyness and began to welcome a new day.

Although, they are still worried about small tuition fees; Although, the school still can't afford to pay the utilities; Although, there are still many imperfect systems ... although there are many "although", only one "but" is enough. Many eyes have turned to them, and they are thriving.

The sun rises from the horizon, illuminating the end of the city and their lives.

They will eventually become us.

5.

The schedule of individual forest games is getting closer and closer. All animals are strengthening their specialties. Rabbits are practicing sprinting, turtles are practicing swimming, swallows are practicing flying at low altitude ... Only foxes are wandering around the house, and helpless expressions can't hide their inner thoughts. ...

The right to organize a forest congress every year is arranged according to the rotation of animal families. It's the fox's turn this year. What keeps flashing in the fox's mind is that when the Forest Organizing Committee gave it this right three months ago, it was a heavy hint:' The Forest Games have been unprofitable for three years, and if there is no way to reverse the situation, it may be the last one. There is an urgent need to think of a better way to change all this. "

Over the years, animals have always had their own specialties, and the records have been constantly refreshed with the strengthening of each year. But it also forms an embarrassing situation that Wang Yongyuan is a rabbit in sprint, a turtle in swimming and a swallow in low flying. When other animals can't defend the champion, they also lose their sense of competition and don't even want to be supporting actors. Power groups headed by wolves have also demanded to expand the weight of their own advantageous projects. The significance of the sports meeting itself is constantly challenged in various forms. More importantly, no one is willing to pay for the sports meeting. The significance of the competition is only to take away the gold-plated trophy. Where should the sports meet go in the case of making ends meet? This made the fox frown even deeper. ...

Will you find a better way to change this? Who will pay for the sports meeting? The animals in the forest are keeping a close eye on the fox's movements, or watching the fox fail, or making bigger jokes. ...

Just a week before the competition, Tiger, the chairman of the organizing committee, found the fox's home and had a secret talk for a day. In the dead of night, I left with a smile, with a mysterious smile hidden in my brow.

The next day, the organizing committee announced that the most important competition, namely the animal pentathlon prize, had been added to the Games. Almighty animals with speed, strength, skill, flying and swimming will receive the highest honor and trophies made of pure gold!

The pot in the forest is boiling. How can rabbits fly? How do swallows swim? Even after hard practice, time is still so tight ... but the animals are bulging at the thought of the highest honor and the golden cup. The rabbit quietly visited the goose, and the swallow also greeted the carp with snacks. ...

The dragon gate of carp is still relatively easy to enter. When I saw the snacks in the swallow's hand, I understood everything. Then I pointed to the sparrows, yellowbirds and cuckoos in the water with great interest and praised them for their rapid progress from time to time. Then he turned to Swallow and said, "We are the only training venue designated by the organizing committee, and the effect is the best. It's just the cost, do you understand? " Zheng Xiaoyan nodded hard, uh-huh, and couldn't wait to fly to the swimming pool. At the same time, there are rumors that rabbits have learned to glide. ...

The night before the competition, the tiger went to the fox's house again and poured a bag of gold on the fox's table, which was a small part of the only designated privilege fee paid by carp and goose to the organizing Committee. But only this small part is enough for all expenses, even the trophy made of pure gold. The fox was pleasantly surprised and asked, "Brother Tiger, can rabbits really learn to swim?" The tiger replied firmly, "this is not important." The important reforms have made the sports games develop for a long time, which is the need of the forest and the moment to really test them! " "

The game arrived as scheduled, the athletes entered the stadium once, and all eyes were fixed on the highest honor and the golden cup on the rostrum. So who will be the first pentathlon champion? We'll see. ...

6.

I have been to Huangshan twice, once at 1984 and once in 2009. But I didn't even go to Huangshan. The person who received me this time was very surprised. I went to Huangshan twice instead of going up the mountain. I said I didn't go to Huangshan because it was too short. The other party asked me to climb too high a mountain. I said Everest, I have climbed it more than 200 times. The other party doesn't believe me. I said that I have invisible wings, which can help me to leap Mount Everest.

There are two kinds of mountains in the world, one is the mountain of nature and the other is the mountain of life. I prefer to climb the mountain of life. My book has sold 65.438+0.5 billion copies. According to the thickness of each book, it is equivalent to more than 200 Mount Everest. These two days, a reporter from People's Daily interviewed me. She thinks it's incredible. I've been writing The King of Fairy Tales for 24 years. I said that's because I have invisible wings.

In fact, all people are born with invisible wings-imagination, but with the growth of age and knowledge, most people's invisible wings will part ways with their owners. Without the invisible wings of imagination, people can't leap to the peak of their career, they can only repeat the knowledge invented by predecessors all their lives and can't do creative work.

My invisible wings were left to me by my primary school teacher Zhao Li. I remember in a class in Grade Two, Teacher Zhao recommended us to read a fairy tale book by Zhang Tianyi. At that time, I was at an age eager to get rid of my imagination. At that time, the most common thing I said to my brothers and sisters when I went home was "naivety". If you often say the word "childish" to others, it is a dangerous signal that your imagination is about to leave you. In other words, you have reached the most critical moment in your life: are you a person who can do creative work or a person who repeats the knowledge of predecessors all his life? I read this fairy tale by Zhang Tianyi, and I think he is more paranoid than me, and he also published his own fantasy! Since then, my imagination has never left me, leaving me with invisible wings all my life. A good fairy tale is like a lock, which can lock the invisible wings of children's imagination.

Einstein said that imagination is more important than knowledge.

I'm glad I have imaginary invisible wings. She helped me write the bimonthly "King of Fairy Tales" for 24 years. She helped me create Cpaing, Lu Xixi and Shuke and Beita. The most attractive things are often invisible to the naked eye, such as imagination. Imagination gives you invisible wings, which makes you a creative worker and leap to the top of your career. Other mountains are dwarfed under the sky. ..

7.

I had many dreams when I was young. At that time, I always dreamed that we would live in a free and equal country, where people would be honest with each other, everyone would do what they like and express their thoughts and feelings to the fullest, and no one would exploit and oppress others, so the society was full of fairness and justice. What a wonderful world this is! I believe that we are moving towards this ideal, and everything I do is to realize this ideal. My youth flies because of my ideal, which is the invisible wing of my flying youth.

At this moment, a song I once sang when I was young suddenly sounded in my ear: "I love the blue sky of my motherland, the clear sky in Wan Li, white clouds pave the way for me, and birds fly forward with me. The golden morning glow is flying around me, and the beautiful rivers and mountains are at my feet. " Ah, I know this is an illusion. Recently, I often encounter such hallucinations and fall into nostalgia for youth for no reason. I think this only shows that I am old, and my heart is willing but my strength is weak. Even if I want to fly, I'm afraid I can't.

However, if you think about it carefully, it's not entirely true. Of course, the growth of age cannot be changed, but how can the loss of ideals and the crisis of faith be fictional? The reality is sharp, but the ideal wings are like paper. When the paper wing meets the sharp reality, it can only be torn to pieces. I saw those broken wings, falling gently in the sky where I used to fly, and soon returning to nothingness. At this time, I have been immersed in reality for too long. Reality tells me that my previous dreamlike flight, the pride and romance I felt during the flight, are all false and unreal. The blue sky is no longer a clear sky in Wan Li. It is sunny, but full of haze. The realistic sandstorm swept through our hearts, and our hearts were seriously polluted. And white clouds, birds and golden sunglow, just like the image of the devil, disappeared without a trace.

However, people can't live without ideals, and they don't want to be firmly bound by gravity on the real ground. Therefore, people can invent airplanes, satellites and spaceships. People always want to fly. After overcoming the strong resistance of reality, one day, the ideal may return to my heart. We have experienced the loss and rebellion of ideals, beliefs and spiritual values, but there is no lack of passion and enthusiasm for pursuing and exploring the truth. As the ancients said, there is more sorrow than death in my heart, and my heart is gone, so there is probably salvation. Those wings may be invisible in my heart, always ready to "fly away angrily"! But I hope these wings should be more flexible and stronger. The sky is gray, and its positive color is right; Big wings hanging in the sky, like colorful clouds! 90,000 Li Fengpeng is rising and falling, and the wind will rest. This expectation still looks like a dream of spring.

8.

Tiptoe is a pull-up action. Generally, tiptoe is a purposeful action, such as scraping the wall to watch the fun, picking fruit under the tree, learning to dance and so on. These are all pull-ups and efforts, and they are all labor-intensive actions to improve their height. Yes, who wants to "stand on tiptoe" every day if it is not necessary? We were not born to learn ballet!

The problem is that in real life, we have to "stand on tiptoe", which makes our life very tense. For example, smart economists always set economic goals, so that we can reach them on tiptoe in practice. If we don't stand on tiptoe, our economic benefits will shrink. Don't jump, okay? For another example, beautiful scenery often requires us to "stand on tiptoe" to see. In order to meet our growing spiritual needs, can't we "stand still"? So "tiptoeing" is a common action in everyone's life. Stand on tiptoe for a goal or point of view, no matter how difficult it is.

So "suddenly", there must be "the road is long, Xiu Yuan Xi, Xiu Yuan Xi, I will go up and down and seek"; Such a "sudden" will lead to "the Chinese nation standing in the forest of the world". This "sudden" is a new beginning. Such a "sudden" is like a bright future, and the peak turns around.

According to idealism, standing on tiptoe is a life action for progress. The happiness and experience of life are often at the moment when we "stand up". Who said that? There is no road longer than feet, and there is no mountain higher than people. If you can't "stand on tiptoe", the distance under your feet will collapse and the mountain of life will be moved. In order to make our increasingly insensitive life fresh and soft again, to make our dry and dull eyes moist and vivid again, and to give us new touches and inspiration, we must stand on tiptoe.

Let's put aside the road signs of idealism and stand on the standpoint of realism. What we need to prevent is to be cautious step by step on the road of life and not to "stumble" in chaos. Generally speaking, before we stand on tiptoe, we should first consider the actual bearing capacity of "tiptoe" to our body. If we "trip" recklessly, get hot-headed, and "trip" rashly, then things that "twist" our ankles in life will often happen. Not to mention this, the so-called once bitten, twice shy, will make us cautious. Even if we control the situation, we can't stand up.

So confused, there will be a "cup bow snake shadow", so confused, there will be a "one step away, eternal hate." This "abrupt" method is "looking at another mountain from one mountain". This "abrupt" method is like "holding a child"

9.

Everyone likes the straight road, at least when the straight road is in front of him, no one will bypass it and take that detour. But the problem is that on the road of life, sometimes the straight road is not in sight, but there are detours at any time. Almost, there are always detours in the world. As long as there is no straight road, then you can choose a detour. The ubiquity of detours has almost become common sense, so it is not only unrealistic but also meaningless to hate detours. What life allows us to do is nothing more than walking on it and walking on that particular road. It can be said that this is life in common sense. Can we really go beyond detours?

I have an uncle who comes from a mountainous area. Every time he came down from the mountain, he used to take the rugged mountain road. The road is not only curved, but even indescribable. We not only have to cross the ridge, but also cut a path through the cracks. There is a slope, we are often not sure about the road, but we have to climb or roll. It is a hard job for my uncle to go to primitive mountain. Obviously, he is not only good at taking mountain roads, but also has only detours. Every time he walks this mountain road, of course, he can't surpass others, because no one can surpass him, and he is alone most of the time. The only one who can surpass him is himself.

Later, he built several miles on the original road, the so-called straight road, but he didn't take this straight road. He still took the old road and walked around the field from the hillside. The reason why he doesn't take the straight road is that the straight road is paved with sand and stones, which looks easy to walk. People are very comfortable, but they hurt their shoes. Not as light as a detour. Moreover, the detour is from beginning to end, and there is no need to turn straight, which seems to be very inconsistent.

Uncle took this detour for many years and died in the early 1990 s. He is an honest man. I always recall what he looked like when I met him twenty years ago. I know that he has taken detours all his life, not that he doesn't like straight roads, but that there are only detours to go.

We are all the same. For example, compared with handwritten letters, e-mail nowadays is more straightforward, but I think writing letters still has the advantages of writing letters. Handwriting Chinese characters is not necessarily more complicated than typing. What is more complicated is that we are all modernized, pushed forward by speed, and faster and faster, we can hardly recognize ourselves. Some people say that there may be opportunities to surpass others on detours. However, in fact, the most difficult thing for people to surpass is themselves, not only their present selves, but also their former selves. I miss detours. For this world, as long as there is a detour, I think the person I like will still walk on it. If it is necessary to find something complicated, then ask yourself, how can we walk well on it?

10.

I like collecting stamps since I was a child. When I saw the stamp, I cut it out of the envelope and stuck it in my stamp album. It is said that there are as many as 300 million stamp collectors like me in China.

Among many philatelists, Liu Chao is a special one. He usually doesn't collect stamps, but only looks at the hats on stamps. For example, the hat worn by Li Shizhen in the stamp "Ancient Scientists in China"; The military caps of the China People's Liberation Army (PLA) armed forces are "August 1st" commemorative stamps; Guan Hanqing's hat on Guan Hanqing's commemorative stamp; The hat of the volunteer soldier on the commemorative stamp of "Chinese people's Volunteer Army's Victory in Returning to China"; Du Fu's hat on Du Fu's commemorative stamp; Children's Special Stamps 12 Children wear 12 different styles of hats ... He specially collected these stamps related to hats, and then he went to consult the materials, consulted historians, dramatists and writers, and studied hats in depth. Through the small window of stamps, people can see the evolution history of China's hat! He held a special exhibition on "Hats on New China Stamps", which aroused great interest of visitors.

What I am interested in is not the stamp exhibition itself, but Liu Chao's unique perspective: all the stamps he exhibited are ordinary stamps, but he sounded the assembly number of "hat" stamps with a unique vision, which produced amazing results, making him the only "hat stamp expert" among 300 million stamp collectors. He was brilliant, and won the silver prize in China National Stamp Exhibition! Liu Chao's unexpected victory gave collectors a profound inspiration. Don't be busy collecting and hiding, but also be good at thinking and innovation, and come up with new ideas that are different from others.

From Liu Chao's Hat stamp, I thought of the violin concerto Butterfly Lovers. In China, there are countless people who can play the violin, especially those who can hum Yue Opera. However, He, a young composer, combined Yue Opera with violin to create a new generation, which was immediately successful.

At that time, He was only a violin major at Shanghai Conservatory of Music and had never studied composition. He grew up in a Shaoxing opera troupe in Zhejiang, and he is very familiar with it. His thoughts have no framework. He boldly combined Yue Opera with violin, and composed violin concerto "Butterfly Lovers" with his classmate Chen Gang. At that time, it was almost unimaginable for ordinary composers! However, the reason why butterfly lovers is well-known in Chinese and foreign music circles lies in its fresh and unique style. He said: "The big style I created must be China's, and the small style must be my own." This sentence embodies his original spirit.

In fact, as far as Peking Opera is concerned, the "four famous artists"-Mei Lanfang, Cheng, Xun Huisheng and Shang Xiaoyun-have each become a major school, and the reason for their success is also the word "originality". Among many painters, Xu Beihong's horse, Huangzhou's donkey, Qi Baishi's shrimp and Li Keran's cow are also unique because of their originality.

The easiest thing in the world is to follow in the footsteps of others. This kind of conformist is like always wandering in the mill, never walking out of the road that others have not walked, and never creating what others have created. Because of this, as a writer, I have always taken this maxim as my creative principle: neither repeat others nor myself. I will try to write a work that is "in everyone's eyes, but not in everyone's pen". Only by daring to create a new generation can we step into the door of success.

Oh, originality is precious, and innovation is your priority!

I am tired. Can I have one?