20 narrative essays of 400 words

Collection of 2009 College Entrance Examination Full Score Essays (Narrative Essays)

Part I

Zhejiang Volume: Read the lyrics below and compose according to the requirements. (60 points)

Don’t ask me where I am going, my heart is with you; don’t ask me where I am going, my love is holding you. I am a green leaf of yours, my roots are in your land, I say goodbye to you in the spring breeze, I will be here today and there tomorrow. No matter which cloud I rest on, my eyes are always on you, and if I sing in the wind, the song is for you. Don't ask me where I'm going, my journey is full of memories. Please bless me, and I bless you, this is the love of green leaves for their roots!

Write an article based on the theme expressed in the lyrics, combined with your own life experience and reading accumulation. You can write about your own experiences, feelings and opinions, you can tell stories around you, and you can also make comments.

Note: ① You can choose your own angle, your own idea, and your own topic. ②Except for poetry, there is no restriction on the style of writing. ③No less than 800 words. ④ Plagiarism is not allowed.

Green leaves·affection

Zhejiang candidates

When grandpa began to taste the aged Longjing that had been brewed four times, the mourning guests had gradually dispersed. My mother held my hand tightly and said goodbye to the land where I was born and raised. I smiled bitterly, it turns out there is no permanent hometown, we will always be passers-by.

After handling grandma’s funeral, grandpa no longer stuck to this land where countless memories were left, and followed us to the city obediently. However, walking on the cobblestone path, I saw my grandpa looking back countless times. The deep attachment and unspeakable helplessness eventually turned into a drop of turbid tears, slowly flowing back into my heart.

Farewell, I heard these two words.

Grandpa in the city still gets up early every day. This seems a bit unusual in a city that is accustomed to nightlife but disdains the morning sunshine. However, grandpa didn't care about those strange looks, and still wore old blue work clothes that had been washed white and shuttled through every corner of the community every day. He cultivated a flower field on the abandoned land in front of the building, sown all kinds of strange seeds, and worked on it every day, with a serious look on his face as if he was completing a sacred mission.

Only I know my grandfather’s loneliness. Because I also have such loneliness. I miss the old house in my hometown. The melodious chirping of orioles every morning, the melancholy moaning of the wooden stairs, the tiny bits of sunshine that shine through the green bamboo forest, and the unforgettable earthy smell with a light fragrance.

In this piece of reinforced concrete, I can no longer find such a simple and pure smiling face. I see that every time my grandfather wants to wave his hand, he puts it down helplessly as he passes by indifferently. There is always an urge to cry.

Back then, my grandfather was a high-spirited green leaf. He could temporarily leave his roots and wander far away, looking for his own scenery. However, now, this green leaf has quietly withered, and he needs to go back and reunite with his hometown. Stay together forever.

It was my grandfather’s eightieth birthday, and relatives and friends gathered together on this occasion. I looked around, but I couldn’t find my grandfather. I quietly got up and left the banquet hall. I saw grandpa lingering in front of the corner window. I went over and held Grandpa's hand. Grandpa moved his lips and said, "I want to go home." He seemed like a sheltered child seeking home.

"Okay, let's go home together." I saw my own shadow in my grandfather. Everyone is a green leaf. No matter how far it floats, it has been deeply imprinted on that land. , yes, this is the helpless and sweet fate of every green leaf.

Then, let us work hard with our affection for our roots, and then hold hands and go home before sunset.

Nostalgia

Zhejiang Candidates

The vast river carries the sailing boat on an expedition, but the boat understands that the direction of the lighthouse when it comes is the deepest in its heart. A harbor of attachment; the blue sky carries the wings of doves flying, but the direction of home is so clear. Just like the attachment flowing in the river and the thoughts passing in the sky, when a familiar term appears in my mind, my heart always flutters.

I was once so amazed by the magnificence of fallen leaves and felt the ultimate beauty. The distance between the branches and the ground is only a few meters, but the leaves resolutely break free and let the wind fly and spin: let the car crush it to pieces, it still sings, spinning towards the roots with moving beauty. I asked Luo Ye, Luo Ye said nothing. It should be the emotion emanating from within, and I slowly realized it.

Until that year, the sunshine was warm, blowing through the little excitement in my heart, the spring breeze was warm, but it blew through the faint bitterness in my heart, and the cypress trees in front of the door rustled, swaying the reluctance in my heart. , that day our family moved to the city. Gone are the crystal dewdrops in the morning, the elegance and elegance evaporating from the local flavor of smoked bean tea, and the comfort of strolling on the field ridges under the spring rain holding an umbrella. I got into the car waiting in front of the door and looked at the beautiful shadow of the ancient house reflected in the sun. My memory was sealed in this peaceful courtyard. In the direction that was gradually going away, I shed tears. I couldn't stop falling and flowed from the bottom of my heart. of.

Far away from my hometown, everything is so novel in a strange city, but I seem to feel more and more homesick. At this time, I seemed to be able to truly feel the determination of the fallen leaves to break free from the branches. It is the strength of family and the strength of roots. An essay by Lin Yutang once gave me deep comfort. When he was a child, he lived on Gulangyu Island, very close to the sea. He often listened to the sea with his father at the beach. He often asked his father about the picture on the other side of the sea. He longed for it. Finally, he flew over the sea, but the sea was beautiful. It still lingered deeply in his heart. He said: "When I crossed the sea by plane, I felt that it was actually very small, and when I looked at my hometown from the other side of the sea, it was so remote." This short sentence is so meaningful, because homesickness It is the most beautiful language in the world.

Every living thing has its roots and a thread that pulls it, flowing with the most beautiful emotions in the world. There is Lake Titicaca at the junction of Peru and Bolivia, and there is a group of Uru people living on it. How many springs and autumns have passed by, they are still living on the floating islands. When the Inca civilization gradually faded away, when the greenhouse effect hit Come, he still insists on sticking to it. They said: "That is the water where the roots grow. The roots cannot be uprooted or moved."

Those are such simple but so touching words, with The desire to search like that, with the irrepressible attachment, to return to that familiar land, holding a cup of green smoked bean tea in hand, walking on the country road, feeling the earth filled with moisture. The fragrance is as ecstatic as Taiy's mass. At that moment, I felt like I was melting. I casually pulled up the wild flowers on the roadside, and I was amazed by the lushness of the roots, which produced the brilliant colors. At that time, I found the answer I had been tracking.

When I was young, I was about to set sail. I had a book and a cup of tea, filled with nostalgia. There was always a lighthouse in my heart, shining in the direction I came from.

Part Ⅱ

Shanghai Volume:

Based on the following materials, choose an angle, draft your own topic, and write an article of no less than 800 words ( Except poetry).

Zheng Banqiao’s calligraphy uses official script and regular script. It is neither official script nor regular script. It is neither ancient nor modern. It is commonly known as "Banqiao style". In his works, individual fonts may seem crooked, but the overall feeling is well-proportioned and unique. Some people say that this kind of work "cannot exist without one, and cannot have two." (70 points)

Chinese Wisdom of Harmony and Diversity

Candidate from Shanghai

In the calligraphy exhibition in the museum, I was shocked by the extremely charming exhibits. , I was a little at a loss for a while. Suddenly a piece of work comes into view. The individual characters may seem crooked, but overall it has a unique flavor and is both beautiful in form and spirit.

I was a little stunned.

"That's Zheng Xie's calligraphy." A deep voice said. I turned around and saw a smiling old man.

I couldn't help but sigh: "This word is so beautiful. Although it is not as orthodox as the Liu style and the European style, it does not hinder its unique and integrated beauty. It is truly worthy of being the work of Zheng Banqiao, the first of the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou. "

The old man laughed: "This is the great wisdom of China's harmony but difference. It can be seen from a small calligraphy that every word is crooked and does not seem to be beautiful. , but when integrated into one, it has a strong ability to encompass everything and contain all things."

"This is a kind of great unity in a specific sense, that is, it accommodates all the differences." I said, "This kind of harmony does not force the identity of all things. On the contrary, it is beautiful and beautiful."

The old man nodded and pointed to the works in front of him: "Look, the board The character "bridge" is written in official script and regular script, neither official script nor regular script. Chinese wisdom has never had a specific paradigm or a unified pursuit. The ancients let us have their wisdom before us. Take a look at everything, absorb and coexist various cultures and elements, and finally reach a harmonious state. Look at every masterpiece handed down from generation to generation in front of you, even if it is like this. Banqiao is neither official nor regular script, neither ancient nor modern, and it is also derived from the most original spirit." He suddenly stopped and smiled, "Maybe it was given this energy by Cangjie's creation of characters."

I thought about it and said: "The gentleman is harmonious but different, and the villain is harmonious but not harmonious. It should be the same for a person. Only by gaining the power of harmony can we transform the characters with strong personalities into one. Harmony but Being different means that there is difference. No, it must be different. Only in this way can we not be stubborn and limited to our own small space, unable to see everything and have no tolerance to feel it all."

" So some people say that Zheng Xie's calligraphy cannot be the same, nor can there be two." The old man replied, "He is the one and the difference. Look at those famous calligraphy, Jin Nong, Bada Shanren, etc. Zhang Xu, with his coexistence of wildness and restraint, strength and femininity, seems to have such a distinct personality, but they are all traces in the history of Chinese calligraphy, and the Chinese culture embraces these unique beings with its unique tolerance."

"Harmonious but different, I have never thought so seriously about the wisdom hidden in such a calligraphy and painting." I sighed.

The old man patted me on the shoulder: "Chinese wisdom has never been an illusion. It has already penetrated into every concrete thing. Take a good look."

I was immersed in In the alternation of black and white. When he came back to his senses, he turned around and looked again, but the old man was gone.

[Comment] This year’s college entrance examination essay looks like a traditional material composition, but there are only four words in the stylistic requirements: "Except poetry." Therefore, other stylistic styles besides argumentative essays are not excluded. An imaginary composition like this one is a successful example. Apart from this, the advantages of this article are quite obvious. First of all, the title is extraordinary: "Chinese Wisdom of Harmony in Diversity." Secondly, the form of dialogue between "I" and "the old man" corresponds well to the dialogue between today's culture and traditional Chinese culture. Furthermore, it elevates Zheng Banqiao's calligraphy art to the level of "absorbing and coexisting various elements, and ultimately reaching a state of harmony." After reading this article, I have to admire the author for still maintaining a relaxed mind and running imagination despite the intense exam situation.

Part III

Jiangsu Volume: (70 points)

Fashion is the imitation of novelties in clothing, language, literature and art within a certain period of time and spread. Various fashions emerge in endlessly, in which beauty and ugliness, elegance and vulgarity, good and bad are intertwined. Innovation and imitation are constantly interacting. Some fashions are fleeting, while others will settle into classics.

Please write an article of no less than 800 words with the title 'Taste of Fashion'.

Requirements: ① Choose your own angle; ② Choose your own idea; ③ Except for poetry, you can choose your style.

Taste of fashion

Jiangsu candidates

(1)

“One generation is not as good as the other!” the nine-pound old lady muttered angrily in a low voice , while unconsciously glancing at the couple kissing selflessly on the small wooden chair on the right, and then looked away as if he had committed a crime.

Yi saw the flashing slogans on the street - "Couples Street, taste clothes, taste fashion, shout out if you are in love!" Yi was startled, and hurriedly walked towards the exit, murmuring: "What kind of fashion do you like? At that time, we could only see what the bride looked like when we raised our heads! It's true that each generation is inferior to the last!"

(2)

How could a nine-pound old lady do this? What about those who can read? Haha, ever since her granddaughter Qijin became the editor-in-chief of "Taste of Fashion" magazine in the city, the old lady Jiujin has often come to the city to visit her. Qijin wanted to enroll the old lady in a senior college, but the old lady was frightened half to death. Yi quickly waved his hand: "A man and a woman live in the same room, and they all have grandchildren. How can it be done? Hey, what a generation. Not as good as the previous generation!" Fortunately, the old lady Jiujin had a sharp ear and eyesight, so Qijin taught her how to read Chinese characters and read newspapers. Seeing that Zaiyi was very attentive, he planned to teach the old lady the latest "Martian Literature". Unexpectedly, the wrinkles on the face of the nine-pound old lady were twisted into one place. She curled her lips and cursed: "You can't change the words of your ancestors randomly. Who among us dares to change them randomly? Hey, one generation is really inferior to the other!"

(3)

On this day, Qi Jin had nothing to do, so he took out the magazine "Taste of Fashion" from his pocket and shouted that he wanted to read an article to the old lady Jiu Jin.

The old lady’s slumped mouth bulged, but she finally didn’t utter a word, so she sat down and listened to her granddaughter read.

"The 38-degree sunshine dances gently on my slightly closed eyelashes," Qijin read with emotion, and couldn't help but close his eyes in narcissism. "What the hell?" The nine-pound old lady almost felt like her ears were cupped.

"The corners of my mouth raised, and I couldn't help but freeze into a 43° smile." Qijin naturally ignored the old lady's question and continued to read and recite. "What a fool!" The old lady shrugged disdainfully.

"The air is filled with the fragrance of 78° mocha or 68° cappuccino..." Qijin put down the magazine with some reluctance, looking forward to Yi's praise. The confused old lady looked at her granddaughter's eyes and felt uneasy. After thinking for a long time, she finally came up with her catchphrase: "Oh, one generation is worse than the other!"

"What the hell?" Ah! This is called 'Xiao Ziwen', this is called fashion, you don't even know how to teach you about fashion!" Qijin had a look of disdain on his face.

(4)

"Grandma! You are so fashionable! It is now popular in the city to eat your kind of corn buns and carry your torn snakeskin bags, especially your The phrase 'one generation is inferior to another' is popular!" Qijin shouted excitedly on the phone, "You have time to teach me how to taste fashion!"

The old lady Jiujin had a look on her face. With a look of confidence, he looked at a few hard-faced steamed buns in a dilapidated porcelain bowl, and thought of the deliberately opened holes in the seven pounds of clothes. He wanted to curse, "It's true that one generation is worse than the next," but suddenly I thought of this. After thinking about it for a long time, Yi couldn't say a word, so she hung up the phone silently.

Yi lost her mind and muttered in her mind: Tasteful fashion is really...

[Brief Comment] The article uses the "nine-pound old lady" to create an interesting story and is good at irony. . The three fragments of "Fashion" in the streets, "Fashion" in old age, and "Fashion" in literature, focus on depicting the vivid image of the "nine-pound old lady" who is "out of time". At the end of the article, unexpectedly, the "old-fashioned" nine-pound old lady has become "fashionable", giving the classic language "one generation is inferior to the other" a new and profound connotation in today's fashion. The article is well-written, well-conceived, humorous, and the characters are lifelike. The implicit ending makes the meaning of "taste" have a long and thought-provoking aftertaste. (Xue Mingde)

Part IV

Guangdong Volume:

Read the following text and compose according to the requirements. (60 points)

We live in common sense, and common sense goes with us.

Sometimes, common sense is easy to know but difficult to practice. Sometimes, common sense needs to be replaced by the old and new...

Please write an article to talk about your experience related to "common sense" in your life or your views on "common sense". "Common sense" view, self-made title, self-defined style, no less than 800 words.

Such common sense

Candidates from Guangdong

Early in the morning, as soon as the factory director came to the office, Xiao Li rushed in, holding a steaming cup of Tie Guanyin, handed it to the factory director flatteringly, and whispered mysteriously: "Director, I want to discuss something with you. Can the master who took me be replaced by Section Chief Xu?" The factory director was confused. Answer: "What? Master Zhang is too harsh on you?" "No problem, Master Zhang is experienced and skilled. Such a good master should be left to Xiao Wang." "Okay, no problem."

It turned out that Xiao Wang and Xiao Li were new apprentices, and the factory assigned two masters to lead them respectively. Originally, the person who arranged for Xiao Li in the factory was the best Master Zhang. For some reason, he asked to be replaced. Training started soon. Master Zhang is worthy of being a veteran. He treats Xiao Wang harshly and harshly. If he doesn’t do well, he will ask for it to be redone. Even if it is just a small gear that is not smooth, he will ask him to start over again. He will severely punish Xiao Wang if he makes a mistake. It is common for him to not let him eat. In addition, In addition, Xiao Wang was also asked to read a bunch of theoretical books to understand the key points. Xiao Wang is so tired that he is sweating profusely every day and falls asleep as soon as he touches the pillow. On the contrary, Xiao Li was at ease, following Section Chief Xu in and out every day, socializing and socializing. He didn't learn much about technology, but he made a lot of money. Xiao Wang saw this and was puzzled.

One day, Xiao Wang finally had the opportunity to find Xiao Li, and he immediately asked: "You and I are both apprentices, why do you learn so easily?" Xiao Li chuckled, leaned into his ear and whispered: "Brother. , you don’t understand. In today’s society, what matters is relationships, not skills. Chief Xu has relatives who are high-ranking officials. I have met a lot of big shots with him in the past few days. He also said that when he becomes the director of the factory, , they promoted me to deputy director. Having connections and good interpersonal relationships is the way forward. This is common sense, understand?" Xiao Li patted Xiao Wang on the shoulder and walked away swaying.

When Xiao Wang went back and told Master Zhang, Master Zhang was furious: "Common sense? Bullshit common sense! In today's society, everyone talks about relationships and everyone builds relationships, which breeds a lot of uneducated people. It's the moths that cause real talents to be buried! Don't listen to his nonsense. What the country needs is technology and talents. Only with excellent technology can you have a future. This is common sense. "Xiao Wang nodded and continued every day. A life of hard study from morning to night.

One year later, the training ended. At a time when the country was in need of high-tech talents, the outstanding Master Zhang became the director of the factory, setting off a craze in the factory to "learn solid skills and serve the country". Wang successfully graduated with excellent theoretical results and excellent technical operations, and was promoted to a senior technician with a monthly salary of over 10,000 yuan. As for Section Chief Xu, his relatives were arrested for taking bribes and he was laid off because he had no practical talents. Xiao Li's wishful thinking was wrong, and he had to start over as an apprentice.

The factory assigned another master to Xiao Li. On the day the training started, Xiao Li was surprised to see Xiao Wang walking towards him. Could it be? "Yes, I am your master," Xiao Wang leaned close to him and whispered in his ear: "I also want to tell you that only those who have real talent and practical learning will have a future. This is common sense, understand?" Xiao Wang patted Xiao Li's ear. Shoulder, looking at Xiao Li's stunned look, he smiled happily.

Comments

Reviewer: Zhou Xiaopeng, Associate Professor, School of Liberal Arts, South China Normal University

"Such Common Sense" is a rare narrative essay among the essays for this year's Guangdong College Entrance Examination excellent work. The article tells the story of two young people who have just entered the factory and have different attitudes towards learning from teachers. It satirizes and criticizes people who regard building relationships and relying on favors as "common sense" for personal development, and reveals the so-called wisdom of acting in accordance with this "common sense". After all, people have no future. The test questions require candidates to talk about their experiences and opinions related to common sense. This article is written in such a way that it is in line with the meaning of the questions, has a clear theme, profound intentions, and strong social criticism.

The form and writing skills of this article are also worthy of praise. First of all, the title is written very well, and the use of "such" points out the critical and satirical attitude of the entire article. Secondly, the article is cleverly conceived, and the big is seen from the small; the structure is compact, rigorous, and echoes back and forth; the author narrates the origin, occurrence, development, and ending of the story clearly and concisely. The ending of the story is unexpected and reasonable, and has a strong ironic effect. Third, the article's description of the characters' language, actions, and expressions is also quite vivid, accurate, and expressive.

Part Ⅴ

Hubei Volume:

Please write an article with the title "Standing at the Door of___________". (60 points)

Requirements: ① Complete the questions, write them on the answer sheet, and then compose.

② Make your own decision.

③There is no limit to the style of writing. You can describe your experiences, express your feelings, make discussions, expand your imagination, etc.

④No less than 800 words.

Standing at the door of the station

Hubei candidates

The station is a stage where farewells and reunions are constantly being staged. The protagonists of this scene of farewell and reunion are always changing, but what remains unchanged is that this is the same platform.

The protagonist of the drama is changing. One day, I became the protagonist in this drama. It’s a cold day in spring, a season full of joy and vitality. At the same time, in my eyes, it’s also a season of frustration. One day, my parents got up early in the morning and were busy packing things. Still in the transition zone between dreamland and reality, I suddenly heard a faint cry. I opened my hazy sleepy eyes and found my dear mother's face under the dim light, with some tears hanging on it, and a look of sadness written on her face. I crawled into my mother's arms and asked her what was wrong, but she didn't say anything. But my father, who had always been silent, spoke up: Today we are going to another province to work, and we may only go back once a year... I cried at that time, because I didn't want my parents to leave. But none of this helps. Grandma took me with my face full of tears and stood at the door of the station to say goodbye to my mother and father. Then he watched them get into the car. The car started slowly, gradually became a dot, and gradually disappeared in the foggy morning, leaving only my grandma and I standing at the door of the station, sobbing... From then on, the station stayed in my memory. From time to time, I would stand at the door of the station, hoping that the car going away would bring my blessings to my mother and father, and that the car returning would bring me news about my father and mother. I will stand at the door of the station and continue my drama of farewell and anticipation of reunion at the station.

The leaves are green and yellow, they fall off when they turn yellow, and they grow again after they fall off. The world has been changing, but the drama on the platform has not changed. It is still happening. What has changed is still just the protagonist.

I have become the person who said goodbye to me more than ten years ago, and my parents who have gone away more than ten years ago have become the person to say goodbye to now. Every morning when I returned to school, my mother would always get up early, pack my luggage, and prepare breakfast for me. After everything was done, she would send me to the station to continue this endless play. Thousands of warnings and instructions: study hard, pay attention to your health, eat more, drink less cold water... There is always endless "nagging", a kind of nagging that warms the heart. The car drove away, and through the window, although it was dark outside, I could clearly see the reluctance in my mother's eyes and her watery eyes. When I leave, I feel infinite reluctance and nostalgia; when I return, my eyes are full of ecstatic excitement. But my eyes are always wet no matter when I leave or when I come back.

Standing at the door of the station, wishing those who are far away a safe journey; standing at the door of the station, waiting for the safe return of those who miss you. There is a station in my heart, a station where farewells and reunions are constantly happening. I will always stand at the door of the station to say goodbye, to bless, to wait, and to gather.

Read expert comments

Those who are in ecstasy are just saying goodbye. Parting is an eternal state of life. The author chooses a special scene - the station to express the real feeling of parting in life, and uses this kind of parting to express the love of ordinary people's families. In order to make a living, I said goodbye to my parents back then; in order to study, my parents say goodbye to me now.

What's even more valuable is that the details such as the parting psychology and actions are written realistically and delicately, making people's hearts beat.

When grandpa began to taste the aged Longjing that had been brewed four times, the mourning guests had gradually dispersed. My mother held my hand tightly and said goodbye to the land where I was born and raised. I smiled bitterly, it turns out there is no permanent hometown, we will always be passers-by.

After handling grandma’s funeral, grandpa no longer stuck to this land where countless memories were left, and followed us to the city obediently. However, walking on the cobblestone path, I saw my grandpa looking back countless times. The deep attachment and unspeakable helplessness eventually turned into a drop of turbid tears, slowly flowing back into my heart.

Farewell, I heard these two words.

Grandpa in the city still gets up early every day. This seems a bit unusual in a city that is accustomed to nightlife but disdains the morning sunshine. However, grandpa didn't care about those strange looks, and still wore old blue work clothes that had been washed white and shuttled through every corner of the community every day. He cultivated a flower field on the abandoned land in front of the building, sown all kinds of strange seeds, and worked on it every day, with a serious look on his face as if he was completing a sacred mission.

Only I know my grandfather’s loneliness. Because I also have such loneliness. I miss the old house in my hometown. The melodious chirping of orioles every morning, the melancholy moaning of the wooden stairs, the tiny bits of sunlight shining through the green bamboo forest, and the unforgettable earthy smell with a light fragrance.

In this piece of reinforced concrete, I can no longer find such a simple and pure smiling face. I see that every time my grandfather wants to wave his hand, he puts it down helplessly as he passes by indifferently. There is always an urge to cry.

Back then, my grandfather was a high-spirited green leaf. He could temporarily leave his roots and wander far away, looking for his own scenery. However, now, this green leaf has quietly withered, and he needs to go back and reunite with his hometown. Stay together forever.

It was my grandfather’s eightieth birthday, and relatives and friends gathered together on this occasion. I looked around, but I couldn’t find my grandfather. I quietly got up and left the banquet hall. I saw my grandpa lingering in front of the window in the corner. I went over and held Grandpa's hand. Grandpa moved his lips and said, "I want to go home." He seemed like a sheltered child seeking home.

"Okay, let's go home together." I saw my own shadow in my grandfather. Everyone is a green leaf. No matter how far it floats, it has been deeply imprinted on that land. , yes, this is the helpless and sweet fate of every green leaf.

Then, let us work hard with our affection for our roots, and then hold hands and go home before sunset.

Nostalgia

Zhejiang Candidates

The vast river carries the sailing boat on an expedition, but the boat understands that the direction of the lighthouse when it comes is the deepest in its heart. A harbor of attachment; the blue sky carries the wings of doves flying, but the direction of home is so clear. Just like the attachment flowing in the river and the thoughts passing in the sky, when a familiar term appears in my mind, my heart always flutters.

I was once so amazed by the magnificence of fallen leaves and felt the ultimate beauty. The distance between the branches and the ground is only a few meters, but the leaves resolutely break free and let the wind fly and spin: let the car crush it to pieces, it still sings, spinning towards the roots with moving beauty. I asked Luo Ye, Luo Ye said nothing. It should be the emotion emanating from within, and I slowly realized it.

Until that year, the sunshine was warm, blowing through the little excitement in my heart, the spring breeze was warm, but it blew through the faint bitterness in my heart, and the cypress trees in front of the door rustled, swaying the reluctance in my heart. , that day our family moved to the city. Gone are the crystal dewdrops in the morning, the elegance and elegance evaporating from the local flavor of smoked bean tea, and the comfort of strolling on the field ridges under the spring rain holding an umbrella.

I got into the waiting car in front of the door and looked at the beautiful shadow of the ancient house reflected in the sun. My memory was sealed in this peaceful courtyard. In the direction that was gradually going away, I shed tears. I couldn't stop falling and flowed from the bottom of my heart. of.

Far away from my hometown, everything is so novel in a strange city, but I seem to feel more and more homesick. At this time, I seemed to be able to truly appreciate the determination of the fallen leaves to break free from the branches. It is the strength of family and the strength of roots. An essay by Lin Yutang once gave me deep comfort. When he was a child, he lived on Gulangyu Island, very close to the sea. He often listened to the sea with his father at the beach. He often asked his father about the picture on the other side of the sea. He longed for it. Finally, he flew over the sea, but the sea was beautiful. It still lingered deeply in his heart. He said: "When I crossed the sea by plane, I felt that it was actually very small, and when I looked at my hometown from the other side of the sea, it was so remote." This short sentence is so meaningful, because homesickness It is the most beautiful language in the world.

Every living thing has its roots and a thread that pulls it, flowing with the most beautiful emotions in the world. There is Lake Titicaca at the junction of Peru and Bolivia, and there is a group of Uru people living on it. How many springs and autumns have passed by, they are still living on the floating islands. When the Inca civilization gradually faded away, when the greenhouse effect hit Come, he still insists on sticking to it. They said: "That is the water where the roots grow. The roots cannot be uprooted or moved."

Those are such simple but so touching words, with The desire to search like that, with the irrepressible attachment, to return to that familiar land, holding a cup of green smoked bean tea in hand, walking on the country road, feeling the earth filled with moisture. The fragrance is as ecstatic as Taiy's mass. At that moment, I felt like I was melting. I casually pulled up the wild flowers on the roadside, and I was amazed by the lushness of the roots, which produced the brilliant colors. At that time, I found the answer I had been tracking.

When I was young, I was about to set sail, with a book and a cup of tea, filled with nostalgia. There was always a lighthouse in my heart, shining in the direction I came from.

Part Ⅱ