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Shoulders bear heavy burdens, bear the load of years, and bear a good life.

Mornings in the countryside are always so quiet, and people’s simple smiling faces stir up a wave of warmth that surrounds the entire countryside.

The ancient well at the east entrance of the village is still as lively as ever. Although every household has running water, people still like to drink the sweet and refreshing well water. The long poles are active on the shoulders of the villagers. vibration. The only thing that is the same among the different water bearers coming and going is the shoulders carrying the pole. These strong shoulders seem to gain strength when they touch the pole. Probably because what is carried on the pole is water, which is the "milk" that the villagers depend on for their survival and their sweet life.

As the shoulder pole went up and down, the unique clear sound of the countryside came from between the bucket and the hook. The next day, the third day...the familiar voice sounded again, and the sound was still on the strong shoulders. The flexible shoulder pole remains unchanged because life will not stop.

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[Brief Comment] This fragment tightly clasps the "shoulder" and reflects the requirement to use "shoulder" as the topic. This is a smart move in the examination composition. The language is fresh, the writing is brilliant, and it is full of rich flavor of life and philosophical thinking.

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04-24 Zhang Hongpei

Pangu carried the world on his shoulders, and the village girl carried the pole on her shoulders. Everyone’s What should be carried on the shoulders. Responsibility is the shoulder pole that people cannot let go of, and should not let go of.

Responsibility is inherent. Parents have the responsibility to take care of their children, and children have the responsibility to support their parents.

Responsibility is also given to us by history, society and life. Love life, protect the environment, love life, and defend our homeland. No matter what kind of responsibility it is, as long as it is what we should bear, we must bear it.

History has shamed China. As a Chinese, we have the responsibility to cleanse the country of its shame.

Dunhuang’s century-old humiliation is something China cannot forget. When countless treasures in the Mogao Grottoes were looted, China's heart was bleeding. Today, countless Chinese scholars are holding compressed films bought from ancient foreign countries and studying cultural relics that belong to China under magnifying glasses with anger and regret. The difficulty can be imagined. But they never gave up. They wanted to prove to the world that Dunhuang is in China and Dunhuang studies are also in China.

This is their responsibility, a responsibility given by patriotism. If they lose it, they must find it back. If you are humiliated, you must take it back. With this spirit of not being afraid of hardship, refusing to admit defeat, and refusing to accept fate, scholars have shouldered the responsibility of revitalizing China.

The ancients said, "If you work hard, God will not let you down." If you have the courage to take on your own responsibilities and fulfill your responsibilities, what does success or failure have to do with it? King Gou Jian of Yue also had the responsibility of restoring the country. He did not settle for the status quo and did not let fate dictate his fate like Li Yu. Pick it up or put it down, he chose to pick it up, endure hardships, and finally stood at the pinnacle of power again. He defeated the state of Wu, and he succeeded. His success comes from his sense of responsibility that is not afraid of hardship and has the courage to take on responsibility. From his solid and resolute shoulders.

What we lack is the beating heart of responsibility and the shoulders that have the courage to bear the burden.

Li Shimin's shoulders carried the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, Fan Zhongyan's shoulders carried the loyalty of "worry before the world's worries, and rejoice after the world's happiness", and Du Fu's shoulders carried the "worry about the country" The moral integrity of "caring about the people" and "not giving up until death is surprising".

Whether we should bear any burden on our shoulders is reflected in the depth of our life imprints. Responsibility is a necessity on the road of life. We should carry it on our shoulders, we should not and cannot put it down, carry it bravely, and march bravely.

[Brief Comment] Shoulders are used to bear responsibilities. Many students can think of this. However, after some students put forward "responsibility", they switched to discussing "responsibility" and gave up their shoulders, which led to Although the topic deviates, this article sticks to the "shoulders" everywhere, without branches or branches, and is compact and natural.

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04-23 Wang Huan

The first time I heard his song, I fell in love with him, Jay Chou.

Long broken hair covers his eyes, looking at the rebellious corners of his mouth and stubborn shoulders. Jay Chou, from an ordinary boy who graduated from high school to the "Little King" of the Chinese pop music world, has used his own shoulders to shoulder and achieve his dreams.

Young and unruly. He likes to ride a heavy motorcycle to school, and his strong shoulders are intoxicated by the speed. He loves basketball, and his flexible shoulders can dodge his opponent and shoot a beautiful three-pointer. He loved music and showed up on time at the door of his music teacher's house with a cello on his shoulders, rain or shine.

Also, his parents' divorce forced him to bear the pain of family breakdown on his young shoulders.

Little Jaylen, with his small shoulders, he is looking for where there is blue sky.

By chance, during a game, Wu Zongxian glanced over his shoulder, which shocked him. Finally, he started his own music career and began to realize his music dream. Life is not always easy. His songs were not appreciated at first. But his stubborn shoulders bore the wind and rain, and he worked tirelessly.

Finally, his first album of the same name was very successful, and his second album "Fantasy" brought Jay's career to take off. His songs are so different in style and full of personality, which have deeply fascinated countless fans. I started to like peaked caps, small eyes, humming and unclear words when singing, and singing the song "Simple Love" from "Fantasy": "You lean on my shoulder, you sleep on my chest With..."

Jaylon grew up like this, and he finally found his own blue sky. He will continue to live his life with his shoulders squared.

"Chopin in November" was the low point in his high-water career. Just when he was rumored to be "going downhill", he released his seventh album "Still Fantasy", and Jaylen, who is full of personality, is back. He is in the center of the stage, on his solid shoulders, with courage on one side and courage on the other. It's perseverance. As in "Red Imitation": "The road downhill is not cheap. Others have paved the way for you, but I choose to go uphill because I am named conceited."

Jaylen deserves to be admired not only His musical talent, as well as his philosophy of life: no matter what, you must stand up and walk forward proudly, and use your own shoulders to support the sky of your dreams. Let the wind blow away the tears and sweat, one day I will have my own day.

[Brief Comment] There are many students who like Jay Chou. Wang Huan is able to see through his success, connect success with responsibility, and be empathetic and rational, profound and thorough. In fact, there are unusual hardships behind any success. Only through commitment can we turn hardships into motivation and turn hardships into failure. This article takes a unique approach in terms of concept and is worth learning from.

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04——10 Pang Qiyue

The bird welcomes the wind and rain with a pair of wings

Man lifts up the world with a pair of shoulders.

——Inscription

Among the birds, I love the eagle and the petrel the most, because the eagle dares to fight against the infinite sky, while the petrel dares to challenge the stormy ocean. They greet with their wings, and man carries the world on his shoulders.

When Han Xin faced the crotch of a scoundrel standing in front of him, he chose to crawl over and people laughed at him for being cowardly. However, Han Xixin, who only stood up again and shrugged his shoulders, understood the most: the ambition on his shoulders was not used to deal with scoundrels. Guided by further aspirations, he became the founding hero of the Han Dynasty.

When Gou Jian faced the destruction of his country, his people and their suffering, he knew that he could not admit defeat or fall. After suffering all the insults from Fu Chai, he still never forgets to taste the bile every day. He knew that "it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years." After a lot of hard work, ten years of recuperation, ten years of enriching the country and strengthening the army, he finally destroyed the State of Wu and became the last overlord in the Spring and Autumn Period.

When Mr. Lu Xun saw the numbness of the people and the decadence of the country, he resolutely gave up the idea of ??becoming a doctor. Instead, he used his thin shoulders to set up a pen to heal the soul, and shouted loudly in the hesitating crowd, Awakening people's numbness and the Chinese people's dream.

The departed ancestors let us understand: only a life that carries heavy responsibilities is perfect, and a life that carries heaven and earth on its shoulders is spectacular. They let us understand that people's shoulders should not only carry ideals, but also failures and setbacks.

There is often news like this in real life: someone commits suicide because of failure in the postgraduate entrance examination, and someone commits suicide because of failure in relationship. The shoulders of these people all look strong but are so fragile. Even after Beethoven lost his hearing, he still didn't give up music creation. Aren't the soul-shaking symphonies of "Hero" and "Destiny" a portrayal of him challenging fate?

Hong Zhanhui, when he was 12 years old, faced with his mentally ill father, his young sister and the decaying home left to him after his mother left him, he stood in the posture of an elder brother, carrying his shoulders The heavy burden that only parents should bear has made him thin and strong, short and tall.

Back to reality, looking at my shoulders that are also waiting to be tempered, under the pressure of the senior year of high school, and the college entrance examination a year later, I firmly believe that I can use my own shoulders to carry the expectations of my parents, teachers, and friends. The sky is big, the earth is big, it is not bigger than our shoulders.

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There are all kinds of worlds, all kinds of people, all kinds of shoulders, playing all kinds of roles.

——Inscription

Father’s shoulders are like stone mills in the village, going round and round, crushing the hardships of the years and the twists and turns of fate. Accompanied by the vicissitudes of life, like the sound of years of grinding, the ink's hair was crushed into gray, and the worry-free laughter of the children was crushed. Along the deep track, round and round. At that time, there was an endless road. My father used his body to grind forward. The sound of disappearing youth lingered in my ears. Is it sacrificial music? Or, a hymn? Sacrifice means that the broad shoulders of mourning become thinner, while praise means that the selflessness of respect becomes pure and pure. And when the years really wore away my father's strength, those shoulders became like stone grinding, hiding silently in the corner, speechless. It seems that in the last grinding motion, the achievements of the past have been wiped away. Father, dedicated, speechless.

Mother’s shoulders are like gentle grass slopes. Those beautiful lines convey the message of love all the time. Just staring quietly, all the worries will diffuse into the air with the fragrance of grass on the slope. She is not as strong as a waterfall, but she protects her children with her unique gentleness; she is not as powerful as a waterfall, but with her own gentleness, she gives her children meticulous care. No matter how tired you are during the trek, as long as you have your mother's green shoulders like grass slopes, your tired spirit will be cheered up. The gentle grassy slope, accompanied by the gentle lullaby, will never stop your trek, because the grassy slope, the sincere love, and the distant expectation are slow, green, and long.

My shoulders are like a vast plateau. On the plateau, I heard the selfless dedication of Shi Nian and saw the delicate care of Cao Slope. The plateau is the daughter of Shi Nian, and the plateau is the daughter of grass slope. They give the plateau vividness and color, and make the plateau sprout with life. Gao Yuan was intoxicated by this deep love, and his slightly dizzy heart overflowed with tears of emotion. Gao Yuan wants to report to them. She will use her shoulders to support their old age, and use her body temperature to keep them tired for their children.

All kinds of worlds, all kinds of people, all kinds of shoulders, playing various roles, interpreting the everlasting family love.

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04-26 Liu Tao

I can see further than others because I stand on the shoulders of giants.

---Inscription

I am "Pan Changjiang" among a group of "Yao Mings", and I am forgotten; I am a jujube tree among a group of small white poplars, surrounded by tall people; In fact, I was an ordinary high school student among a group of top scorers in the college entrance examination. I was pushed and pushed to the threshold of the college entrance examination.

I am so unknown and helpless, hoping to open up a tunnel that can bypass the college entrance examination and lead directly to success. What should I do? Think hard.

Little A, the daughter of the tax bureau chief, was admitted to Shanghai Jiaotong University with a score of less than 500. I am puzzled. That's because his father donated a new BMW to Frye in the name of sponsorship. Naturally, Little A skipped the college entrance examination and went straight to success. I'm not angry about this, who let him stand on the shoulders of money.

Wang Chao, a 16-year-old boy who broke into Shanghai alone. He actually announced the end of his ten-year career of wandering and wandering with a net worth of 600 million, and returned to his hometown with honor. His distinctive entrepreneurial speech not only made us sigh, but also warned us to a certain extent that there is more than one path to success: the college entrance examination. I can't help but daydream about giving up my studies and going wandering! But he gave up the idea after three seconds. I don't feel envious of his adventures either, who made him stand on the shoulders of chance.

Fu Bizhen, the top scorer in science in Jiangxi Province in 2005, easily entered Tsinghua University with his excess energy. I'm not envious of him, but curious about how a skinny boy won four Olympiad championships in a row, took the seventh-level computer exam and still played well. I'm not jealous of this either. Who allowed him to stand on the shoulders of the wisdom that is almost genius?

Also, and...

I looked out the window at the blue sky and the chirping sparrows, and my mood gradually became clearer.

I don’t have the courage to give up my studies, I don’t have a lot of money to go to college, and I don’t have amazing wisdom, but I can rely on my own efforts!

I laugh.

It turns out that I can stand on my own shoulders!

[Brief Comment] The article can get high marks due to two aspects: In terms of intention: Generally, students will write that they should stand on the shoulders of "giants", so why can't they stand on the shoulders of "oneself"? What about the shoulders? The author's intention on this point can be said to be unique. Structural arrangement: The article uses three materials, each with its own emphasis, from shallow to deep. Money, luck, talent and wisdom can all become the "shoulders" of success, and it is natural to turn to self-reflection. The author's emotions have a very obvious context: from "hard thinking" to "gradual clarity" to "laughing". As your mood changes, express your point of view clearly and naturally.

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04-25 Li Yangyang

"Your tears are weak and hurt, and the pale moon crescents hook the past."

When we were young, we couldn’t sleep peacefully without the shoulders of our mothers; when we were older, without the shoulders of friends, we couldn’t overcome the many obstacles in front of us; and without the shoulders of our lovers, it was even less possible for us to experience the intoxicating beauty. warmth. It seems that from the very beginning until we reach old age, the "shoulders" around us are always changing, but at least we are not alone. With shoulders, we also have support. But have you ever thought: if you straighten your waist, you can also walk a perfect path in life? Because what you get rid of is dependence, and what you get in exchange is strength.

"You are so lazy that I have learned to refuse..."

In the long road of life, it is inevitable that we will encounter some bumps: some are trivial, some are panic, or some are confused. Give yourself a minute, a day, a week, or even a month to make up for the trauma, okay? Staying quietly in the corner, licking his wounds, he should recover soon! But there are always so many people hugging other people's shoulders and letting other people's body temperature comfort you. Maybe you will feel comfortable, your heart will be so relaxed, and the pain will seem to be diluted by waves of warmth. The scary thing is that you will continue like this and let other people's shoulders become your haven for a year, ten years, or a lifetime? Do you always rely on it?

"After tonight, you have to learn to be brave. You have to bear the unknown future by yourself..."

Frustrations again and again, tears again and again, again and again In the face of hardship, we stayed away from the warm shoulders and stopped appealing to the surrounding people. So we reborn and changed our bodies, and we became braver and stronger. When we stepped through the thorns, when we looked back, the confusion and confusion in the past had long since disappeared. When encountering greater storms, we will no longer be afraid. It turns out that we can live a wonderful life even if we throw off other people's shoulders.

When you are vulnerable, always remind yourself to be strong.

When you fail, ignore the warm shoulders that dangle in front of you.

When I was a child, I always asked my mother endlessly where I came from. My mother had no idea what to do with me. “It was pulled out of my armpit.” I tilted my head and thought for a long time. "In dad's armpit." My mother was laughing so hard, but I was convinced: "Of course it's dad, otherwise why would I be on his shoulders."

My grandma, like all conservative old people, dislikes me for being a girl. “What’s so good about a girl’s movie?” Grandma said straightforwardly. My father is a filial son. He looked at me over his shoulder and ran away with a silly smile.

Not only am I a girl, but I am also ugly. According to my mother, the neighbors all said that I was an ugly girl, which made her unable to bear to carry me out. Only my father had been "kept in the dark" and carried me around the village and village. I think my father must have been like a naive child back then, picking a bitter apricot on the roadside and walking through the market like a treasure. I don’t know how the lovely father abandoned those disdainful glances and allowed his ignorant daughter to compare the curl of cooking smoke on his shoulder to the "big front door" in his mouth, and the green grass to the grass grid at home. sheet. He just smiled, with endless love flowing from his pure eyes.

I am attached to my father’s broad shoulders, and I like his big rough hands to lift me over his shoulders, letting my stupid thoughts touch the higher sky, and letting me pick the most beautiful things in the sky without any scruples. Xia, because she has a father. In my young mind, it was a sacred land that could not be desecrated, a majestic mountain. I am a little flower that is lucky enough to grow there, a flower that belongs to him.

After the younger brother was born, the happy little flower was transplanted. I yelled no. My mother said, "Be good, Dad will be tired." I obeyed. When I got first place in the first grade exam, my father was so happy that he let me sit on his shoulder. From then on, I was like grabbing the ladder leading to heaven, trying my best to get the first place, just to get a sacred gift.

In the autumn of 1996, my grandfather passed away, and the old man who had given his father a piece of holy land left. For the first time, I saw my father’s tears and his shaking shoulders. It was then that I discovered that the mountains could also tremble. I distinctly remember the urge that surged through me to stop the landslide. Today, this feeling becomes more and more intense.

My father’s shoulders, the mountains built with perseverance, and the land moistened with kindness, have blocked so much wind and snow for me and carried so much joy. In my daughter's heart, it will be an eternal holy land. "The magpie feeds back, and the lamb kneels down to breastfeed." Father, you must never forget that little flower, and don't forget to harvest the fragrance that fills the mountain. The fruity aroma fills the sky.

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04-10 Class Fangcheng

If there is a part that carries the most connotations of life, it must be the shoulders. There is either a heavy burden, ambition, responsibility, or warmth on your shoulders. Everyone has their own life trajectory, and what everyone carries on their shoulders is also different.

On the river bank, accompanied by the majestic chants, the veins stretched out, the thick ropes dug into the skin, and blood marks were left next to the calluses. These were the trackers' shoulders. Broad shoulders carry the progress of the ship and the hardships of life. The rushing river washed away the perseverance of the trackers and also played a hymn of laborers.

"Dad, I want to ride a big horse." The father's shoulders are the highest peak in the child's imagination. Sitting on them, you can be condescending and take in everything in the distance. The father's shoulders carry a sense of security, as well as a dream and aspiration.

The warmest harbor in the world is the shoulder of your lover. For each other, what is carried on the shoulders is a wordless care for each other, six thousand lines of empty tears, and a sustenance for us to grow old together. Leaning gently on the other person's shoulder, it seems that the world only contains the shoulder at this moment, and the shoulder also accommodates the entire world at this moment.

The reason why shoulders can bear so much bitterness and sweetness is because there is a responsibility and a hope in people's hearts. The real shoulders are not in the body, but in the heart.

As broad as your heart is, so are your shoulders.

The shoulders in the hearts of ordinary people carry their own lives, while the shoulders of great men carry the suffering of people's livelihood and the safety of the world.

The river, the setting sun, the banks of the Miluo River, the cold wind blowing are the thin clothes of a scholar, the gray hair is flying in the wind, but the thin shoulders carry the love for the country and the compassion for the people: "I took a long breath to cover my tears, and mourned the hardships of the people's lives." The shoulders that had been slandered and torn by frustration stood up even more stubbornly at this moment, until they jumped up, and the surging river water took away those lonely eyes, and also made them The burden on those shoulders becomes eternal.

Whether it is great or ordinary. Either generous or thin. Everyone’s shoulders are their own gods, and everyone’s responsibilities and aspirations also need shoulders to bear.

The shoulders are like snail shells, carrying a small dream.

The roots of the plum tree on the shoulder carry the fragrance and watchfulness of loneliness.

The shoulders are the wings of the goshawk, carrying the cry of the clouds, the call of the sky and a majestic wind that dominates the world.

Come on, use our hearts to build a pair of strong shoulders.

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Always ask yourself, how much food can one shoulder support? The result is always unknown. Occasionally, from behind Su Wenjuan's longing eyes, I learned that she carried the burden of life with her thin shoulders. I suddenly realized that as long as the spirit is not broken, one shoulder can also support ten thousand loads of weight.

One shoulder may be wide or narrow, thin or thick, but as long as it is infused with an unyielding spirit, what if it can carry Mount Tai? When Beishan Foolish Old Man integrated the perseverance of "descendants are endless, but mountains will not increase" into his body, Fang's sixty-year-old shoulders still carried two mountains; when Li Qingzhao integrated "life as a hero, death as a hero" When the oath of "Also a ghost hero" is engraved on the body, the shoulders as weak as yellow flowers resolutely carry the sadness of "searching, deserted, miserable and miserable"; even more when Prometheus will "human beings" When the belief "needs light" is planted in my heart, that shoulder, which is also made of flesh and blood, prevents the eagle from pecking day and night.

Because their shoulders were infused with an unyielding soul, they resolutely chose to shoulder the burden and bear the weight of tens of thousands of loads, while also injecting a refreshing fragrance into their lives. If their souls surrender, how much weight can those square shoulders hold?

Shang Zhou succumbed to beauty, but the emperor's shoulders could only bear the weight of wine and meat; Xiang Yu succumbed to the judgment that "the successful are princes and the defeated are thieves", and the shoulders that can carry mountains are now supported Before crossing the Wujiang River, Li Yu succumbed to the conclusion that "the storms of the Song Dynasty destroyed the prosperity of the Later Tang Dynasty". That shoulder can no longer carry many sorrows, so it can only be let go in vain... They are spiritual losers, how can their shoulders support the world for them and carry tens of thousands of loads?

The heroes have supported the long history of mankind with their strong shoulders, and the losers have also used their shoulders to carry a warning bell. How can future generations feel this, feel sad about this, and not take this into account?

When Liu Xiang broke the world record with the pride of "China has me, Asia has me", when Cong Fei pledged to donate his When Hong Zhanhui's belief that "if his spirit is not broken, nothing can stump him" supported him through ten years of ups and downs, what more than tens of thousands of burdens were borne on their shoulders? They want us to remember: There are many reasons here for us to build fortitude, unyielding spirit, and use our shoulders to carry the weight of life!

May everyone raise their shoulders with an unfailing spirit and hold up the sky!

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Some of them are in rags and their homes are bare; Some of them wander around in wanton ways, "taking flying immortals with them to travel"; some of them wander around the government and the public, worrying first and then enjoying themselves. No matter how different their encounters in the world of mortals are, the names of each of them are deeply engraved on the bamboo slips. Because they carry the entire history on their shoulders.

"The road is long and long, and I will search up and down." The low voice of Doctor Sanlv once again penetrated the fog of history and sounded in the silent night.

The days of "when you enter, you discuss state affairs with the king, when you go out, you receive guests, and deal with the princes" have become a thing of the past. Why do you still insist on it? You can just walk away, live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and travel with nature, how free and free you are! Why do you have to remonstrate so hard again and again, all in vain and only harming yourself? Is it the heavy responsibility on your shoulders that encourages and urges you again and again? Is it an innate sense of responsibility? Is it your youthful ambition to help the world? "Thinking of the Kingdom of Chu, thinking of the King" is a burden that your shoulders are willing to bear. Therefore, your name is deeply imprinted on Chinese civilization and has been alive for thousands of years.

You carry the weight of history on your shoulders and have been wandering by the Miluo River for so long. You carry the dignity of the nation on your shoulders and swim in our hearts forever and ever.

"The house is in a human environment, without the noise of carriages and horses. I ask you how you can do it, but your mind is far away." Tao Qian sang leisurely. "Why are you so worried? Wealth and honor are not what I want, and an imperial hometown is beyond my expectation." Why are people so anxious? Picking chrysanthemums on the eastern fence and gazing at Nanshan, wouldn't it be a pleasant life like this? Why should I roll my innocent body in the turbulent tide and defile myself in vain? "If you are poor, you can only take care of yourself." How much more so when you are in troubled times and the world is muddy? Since there is nothing you can do to save yourself, then stick to your spiritual pure land and give yourself a free world. Mr. Wuliu shouldered the purest dream of scholars for hundreds of years, lived in the blue spring, disappeared in the fog of history, and never turned around again.

You carry a paradise on your shoulders, live outside the world, and envy countless people in the world. The moon that carries the spirit of the descendants of Yan and Huang on your shoulders protects the purest corner of countless people's hearts.

Qu Ping's mournful chants echoed along the Miluo River, ringing in the clouds for a long time; Yuan Ming's short songs whirled low by the east fence, clanging against gold and stone, happily and leisurely.

He cares about the country and the people, and is a role model for scholars all over the world; he sticks to himself and is the spiritual sustenance of all hermits.

He shouldered the survival of Chu State and the suffering of the people; he shouldered the simple world and the home of the soul.

He shouldered the dream of "joining the world"; he shouldered the emotion of "being born out of the world".

He shouldered the persistence of "knowing that something cannot be done but do it"; he shouldered the carefreeness of "the clouds have no intention and the water is free".

On their shoulders, five thousand years of Chinese civilization have been carried. They are the shoulders of history!

[Brief review] This is a wonderful article that made the marking teacher amazed. The beauty is:

First, the two streams flow out of the source and finally merge into the sea. The article uses the description of the life pursuits of Qu Yuan and Tao Qian as two clues, just like two streams of water gurgling out and rolling in. During their travels, the two have shining stars and bright moons, beautiful trees and fragrant flowers, each showing their own posture and complementing each other. Observe, and finally merge into the vast sea of ??history in the pursuit of different concepts across the world. 2. There is a summary and a summary, and the discussion and discussion are combined. The article first writes about the two men shouldering the entire history together, then writes about the differences in their pursuits in shouldering the history, and finally writes about the two men shouldering the entire historical civilization. In the specific writing, the poem is quoted first, the poetic meaning is described and interpreted, and finally the conclusion is drawn through discussion. Such a combination of narration and argumentation, and the combination of narration and argumentation, can be learned as a method of writing.

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The layer upon layer of days contains stories from generation to generation; among the mottled folds of pain are folded the lamentations of ancestors filled with blood and tears.

The sluggish mountain song has been sung without any rhyme or flavor. There is only the desolate rhythm composed of the bitterness and suffering of the fathers sandwiched in it, accompanied by the ravines of the desolate mountains. The forked streams flowed, and the occasional waves agitated against the rocks accompanied him, who was trapped in the mountain, moaning plaintively.

During the unreasonably difficult days, he, who loved to write prose, stared at his father's thick, frowning eyebrows and looked at his mother's frowning face, crying in his heart. At night, he longed for the holy land of literature: the shameless flowers of poetry, the green fruits of poetry, the wonderful music of prose, and the spiritual songs of novels attracted him. He touched the dusty mountains with his agile heart and wrote with words as beautiful as mountain springs. The sadness that wants to dissipate but is strong. Wenling Mountains, strange peaks, and fresh flowers in the poetry garden weave his flying dreams one after another.

Carrying the lingering memories of yellow sand and black soil, and carrying a bag filled with patches of days patched from generation to generation, he was helpless from the classroom with the sound of books and walked into the mountains again. The deep rhyme of the mountain's melancholy and the mountain's whimpering, before his eyes, it seemed that only the closure of the mountain was the strange circle that he could not get out of in his life.

The mother's thin shoulders and the father's gnarled arms blocked his eyes. The pleading and unquestionable eyes did not allow him to make too many arguments. He came back, just like a skinny tree in the mountains that prematurely bore unripe astringent fruits in the depths of his life.

The tears fell quietly, falling on the dirty paper under the dim light, wetting the words written with care, and pouring out the sorrow of being unable to sleep all night.

The everlasting rooster's crow woke up the sun. Amidst the deep mooing of the old bald-horned cow, with tears in his eyes, he took the red-black and smooth plow handle from his father's hand and plowed. The sorrow that is like rain, smoke and dreams plows through the regrets of my mother's shy and self-blaming life, and plows my father's old and miserable years. When I get up in the day and return at night, I plow through the floating sun, moon and stars, plow through the long and dark pale past, and plow through the dream of reciting poems and writing poems.

The low and high crowing of the rooster made the sun fly around. The sound of the cows shouting with long and short whips shook the mountains and trembled. The poems hidden in the heart began to follow the rising mud. The waves and seeds are buried together in the ground, and dreams are withering and falling in the intermittent moaning like autumn leaves...

The nights are getting longer and shorter, and the days are getting shorter and longer.

In the dusk, the back of the father carrying the old plow on his shoulders obscured everything in front of him, and the mother's bow-like waist drove away the stars of dawn. In the quiet of the night, he climbed up the hill alone, letting the mountain wind whip his thin body. He picked off a leaf and chewed it. The bitter taste of the tree could no longer arouse his inspiration. He loved writing and lost his life in the fierce mountain wind. The mountainous melancholy made the dark night of the mountain darker and more silent. Shouting to the sky scared the stars to run high and far away, and scared the moon to hide its smiling face in the dark clouds. Lying under the tree, I thought to myself: When will we get out of the mountains? When will you return to that bright classroom? When will I be able to write my thoughts on paper so that others can feel the hardship of the mountain?

When he was going down the mountain, he was carrying firewood on his shoulders. It was so heavy.

The seeds planted in the ground sprout, bloom and bear fruit. The hope planted in the heart dries instantly with the shallow waves of mud. The heart is plowed, and the plow marks become more and more broken, getting deeper and longer. ...

The gloomy, melancholy eyes obscured by the mountains sometimes secretly recount dreams that were once distant and once hazy, and of course there are sensational tears.

The moonlight was bright, the morning smoke was curling, and an old cow's muffled cry tore through the silence of dawn. A young cowherd, carrying a cloth bag on his shoulders, held a bullwhip behind the cow and made a dull sound. The sound of the whip frightened a boy carrying a schoolbag by the road to hide far, far away...