Seeking the perfect composition for 10 20 10 college entrance examination (asked by the teacher, 3Q)

Time in the classroom will fly to Ding Shengxin.

In the afternoon, the sun shone on my body through the glass, which was extremely warm and comfortable, and a faint sense of sleepiness hit my heart for a long time. Looking through the lengthy textbooks, except for the teacher's slightly noisy voice, the classroom is particularly quiet, and three or two students are dozing on the table, and more of them are wandering. Shouldn't such a day be extremely pleasant? The comfortable wind took me out of the classroom door, and the sun burned my eyes in an instant, and my sight was bright. The boys have poured out of the classroom in piles, found a sunny place and stopped to chat. The topic jumped from games to NBA, and everyone was talking, except not dancing. Most girls prefer to stay in the classroom, hunched over the desk and scribbled. The scapula is thin and obvious, and the sweat on the forehead flows into the collar along the cheek and disappears in a short time. The electric fan on the ceiling squeaked tenaciously against the traces of time. The more it struggles, the more it wobbles, causing people sitting under the electric fan to panic all the time. Everyone says that the classroom is a place to study, the playground is a place to play, and the school is a place to carry all our youth and dreams. Take a deep breath, the smell of March grass, the smell of red walls and white tiles, the smell of white clouds in the sky, and the smell of light bleaching powder on school uniforms ... all these remind me that this is my school, my class and an indelible and irreplaceable memory in my life. About noon, everyone is doing homework, chatting or reciting words to each other in the classroom, forming two kinds of ethos. One group mainly focuses on learning, get together to discuss topics, recite ancient poems and words to each other, and teach others to do problems. Another school, led by boys, sat around a table and talked about mountains. Listeners enjoy it, and they don't care how inappropriate it is to chat now, nor do they feel too crowded together on a hot day. As a result, the teacher was extremely dissatisfied. "What are you doing with so many people crowded together? You are definitely not talking about learning! " There was smoke in the voice. "We are warming up!" The teacher suddenly lost his heart, but the angry thoughts disappeared without a trace. This answer is ironic. After laughing, I was a little distracted. I have been here for four years before I know it. I am happy, sad, confused, helpless, wronged, excited, excited ... as if I have experienced everything for a lifetime, I can't help but be dumbfounded. People often say that the class collective is a small society, and it really is. Suddenly, someone took my hand, and my eyes condensed and I found my best friend standing in front of me, staring at me with a look of "losing my soul". "What's the matter?" "Also ask what's the matter? Everyone in the class has left, forget it, the sports meeting. " Of course, there is also a face that is "completely defeated by you". "We want to cheer for everyone, our class is the most United!" My group is a group full of laughter and frequent bickering, but the feelings are still very good. This is a place where dreams are carried. I am proud to have it, or it is proud to have us. "Hello-"A friend in the distance caught a glimpse in the sun and smiled and waved, as if it were a grand farewell. "Don't stand there, whether you come or not, we can go without you ..." Play around. Like a warm and beautiful fairy tale.

-Letter to Mozi

A candidate in Beijing

Dear Mozi:

This is a letter from a student two thousand years later. I don't know why I wrote to you, but because of you, I know a simple but profound truth: look up at the stars and be down to earth.

I remember when I was a child, I accidentally touched an antique thread-bound book from the bottom of the bookshelf. It was my first "encounter" with you. But this first time doesn't seem wonderful, because I can't see any emotion from your dark face, only the harshness and ruthlessness of "keep it or die"

At that time, I felt that you must not be a person with lofty ideals, and you must not be a person who will look up at the stars.

But after all, I didn't put down this book, but I was more and more attracted by it. "Everyone in the world loves each other, so the strong don't hold the weak, and the public doesn't rob the widowed"-every word in the book exudes a strange fragrance. So every time I turn a page, I seem to have returned to the complicated troubled times where everyone "lost each other".

In the middle, I saw the old man riding a green cow slowly out of the Great Wall, looking up at the sky and chanting "I will rest after my work, and the way of heaven is also"; I also saw the dashing gentleman talking about Kan Kan on the apricot altar and shouted, "What are you talking about? What does the sky say? " I saw the prosperity of a hundred schools of thought contending in Gong Xue, Xia Ji, Linzi, and I also saw the hermit on the Chu River who was intoxicated with "only communicating with the spirit of heaven and earth".

Finally, I caught a glimpse of you. You didn't choose to retire, and you didn't want to argue with other scholars all day. You just run around the land of China, appear in front of the world as a walker, and run around from the mire to solve the worries and sufferings of all the people. "Be the best in the world, its stone is still right", you are so down-to-earth, and your steps are so solid and unyielding.

I finally understand that it's not that I can't look up at the stars. Your star is "One World". It's just that compared with other philosophers who only look up at the starry sky and only make feeble slogans, you would rather practice your ideals in a down-to-earth way and make your starry sky more brilliant. So, you are always on the run. You once lobbied the king of Chu for thousands of miles to "reject the opportunity of Luban to attack the city" and save the Song people; You are running around again, "not attacking", "not being happy", "not robbing" and "not being Confucian" in order to put forward a real "salvation prescription" for this troubled times. You look up at the stars, but always keep your feet on the ground. Therefore, your footsteps never stop, and your footprints are all over China. And after this high-sounding lie still exists in the world for two thousand years, your steps are getting stronger and stronger.

It turns out that your eyes have been looking up at the stars; So your feet have never left the earth!

With dark hair, dark eyes and dark face, staring at the starry sky and stepping on the earth, you are like a black lightning, piercing the sky and lighting an eternal flame for the five mountains in Kyushu!

Humans need to look up at the starry sky, because without the shining of the starry sky, our road will not have a front. However, while looking up at the starry sky, don't forget to be down-to-earth and do something for others and society. After all, the beauty of the starry sky never belongs to the earth. Only by keeping your feet on the ground can you reflect the splendor of the starry sky with your own footprints.

Mozi, thank you for letting me understand this simple but profound truth, and for giving me the most lasting motivation in my life.

Fragrant and warm-hearted flower season

Through the rainy season, flowers are in full bloom.

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"The plain forest is misty and the cold mountain area is blue", which is the case in the mountain city of Chongqing. Autumn is even more rainy and sad. In the autumn wind, although there is no Dai Wangshu's "Depressed Path in the South of the Yangtze River", it is tied with Xi Murong's faint homesickness. Looking at the birds flying low in the sky, I rowed piecemeal and thoughtfully. Looking back suddenly, I have stepped on the tail of 15 years old.

Walking, like Shi Tiesheng wandering in the altar, picking off a few yellow leaves, shrinking and drying up, recording the poems that only I can read under the sky, and then turning into tiny rain needles, piercing the bleeding heart. I began to understand that memory is a small cage and impression is the sky outside the cage. I accidentally stepped on its bright green sole.

Wandering is a place of leisure and sadness. The bluestone path of Sanyou Road languishes on that wall, leaving the vicissitudes of the old woman's forehead. The radian of life bends your own steps. The tip of the knife was whispering and trembling, and there was a little touch in an instant. There is a dull spirit implanted in my heart, and I want to deal with it with a dull smile.

Seeing the rolling tears and flashing eyes on the leaves after the rain, I was so hesitant and touched my eyebrows. I am ordinary, but if the sun shines on me, I will also shine, colorful light. Are you also fascinated by the future and reality? Lost in the foggy city of Chongqing? Can't see the sky clearly, let that gray cloth cover it? Crystal clear and smooth, understand? I reached out and hugged you stupidly, telling myself to follow my heart and not look back.

The light in the library is always on, so I look around Li Tao Lake quietly. If the lotus in summer is a kind of "naturally carved" aestheticism, then the withered lotus standing upright in the rustling autumn rain is a kind of "my heart is eternal" talk. Dead branches don't cry, and leaves don't worry. Draw the lake into angular language with a sonorous pen. The wind enters the sleeve, people are still the same, and the willow color is sparse. How can a leaf know autumn?

Feng is the least shy guy in autumn. He waved his powerful arm and could see his bulging abdominal muscles, softening wicker, wrinkling the lake and flattening my little heart. All the way around, follow the rain, huh? Osmanthus fragrans is in bloom.

It is the kind of small pale yellow petals, which are light enough to be dyed dark green by the air conditioner in autumn in Ivylinna Lee. However, she just stood there, her long but smooth neck, as clear as a touch of sunshine in the rain, overflowing with a faint fragrance.

I want to be a tree in my next life. Well, a flowering tree. In order for you to meet me at my most beautiful time, I will wait here quietly. He is waiting for my tree, and the last leaf falls and waits. Suffering from the east, west, north and south winds, you can't fall when you stand. Many trees in Nankai, like swords and halberds, are connected in a dense forest, but his sky is wide and stands alone, so straight that people can see it. In his eyes, the world may be small.

At night, with a gentle cry, the stars lit up, shining like candles, biting the loneliness of the night. At night, clothes are thick and brightly lit, but here, there is only a glimmer and fragrance all the way.

I am no longer the little girl who wears a red smile and dances with a certificate. Even the bitterness of coffee can't soothe my inner wounds, and I'm beginning to get to know Van Gag a little. What kind of decadence and blame is behind that bright color? Want a gust of wind, facing the sea, spring blossoms. Starting from tomorrow, starting from tomorrow ~

When I am lonely, I hold music, let myself die, let the music wake up, and remember for forgetting. I just face the past face to face, and then solemnly say goodbye, goodbye. "I love Nankai deeply. I just don't know how to love, just look up, look up until I disappear on my way home ~

If you are a hero, how can you not understand loneliness? If you are a beautiful woman, how can you not be lonely?

Fantasy and Reality: Bricks (Xiaochuzhou)

The house facing the street is made of bricks. The human world is made up of fantasy.

We seem to be walking in a tangible hard reality, but in fact we are immersed in countless realized fantasies.

When did humans become independent from other species? Philosophers will probably say that apes can use tools, and archaeologists will probably calculate an age from skulls thousands of years ago, but I want to draw arbitrary conclusions here, starting with the first fantasy bubble in people's brains.

The material world created by human beings comes from fantasy.

Wu Cheng'en installed a killer weapon-somersault cloud on the Monkey King in Journey to the West. The bread here contains the fantasy of soaring that human beings have been trapped in stable land for thousands of years. Four hundred years later, this fantasy was turned into reality by the Wright brothers.

Verne established his own kingdom on paper, divorced from the reality at that time. There are cannons that can send people to the moon, and the Nautilus that sneaks under the sea. All these fantasies will come true before we enter the 2 1 century. There are human footprints on the moon, and submarines from all over the world scurry under the sea floor.

A hundred years ago, novelists in the late Qing Dynasty fantasized that Shanghai would be the venue of the World Expo. Now this fantasy come true is being staged vigorously on both sides of Huangpu River.

People first fantasize about things beyond reality, and then add wisdom to their fantasies, knead them into rationality, put them into practice, bake them with fire, and take them out, which becomes a brick to build reality. This is the real world of our giant Li Sen. Without the illusion of flying when looking up at the sky at first, human beings are still crawling on land; Without Verne's paranoia about outer space and the seabed, human beings may be helpless species waiting for energy exhaustion today; Without the illusion of hosting the World Expo in Shanghai, China people would never have a chance to see the number of visitors to the Expo, which is refreshing every day.

The spiritual world created by human beings is also derived from fantasy.

Because of his fantasies about mountains, rivers, the sun and the moon, Cang Xie drew pictographic Chinese characters on paper.

Because of the illusion of peace in life, Lao Tzu painted a small country with few people so charming.

Because of the fantasy of free love, Austin wrote a picture of Darcy and Elizabeth as a landscape of English countryside.

Because of his fantasy of a peaceful world, Tolkien wrote a middle-earth world in a bold and desolate way.

Fantasy soaked us like this. The human brain has the desire and power to change the world because of fantasy. The reality of mankind is a huge building fortress built with fantasy as brick. Spiritual fantasy guides the direction and ensures that the world will not collapse unconsciously; The base of material fantasy is high, which makes human beings go to a higher depth in the future.

Man is a craftsman who shapes bricks. Only with fantasy can we build a magnificent real world. And human beings with exhausted illusions are just fools lying in the mud.

Standing at the peak of fantasy (Xu Jisheng)

Since humans walked upright, their eyes facing the earth can look up into the distance with fantasy.

On the earth, all kinds of birds and beasts pass by us, and human beings find their own shortcomings. We can't fly, we can't be as smart as eagles in the blue sky, we can't run as fast as horses, we can't make holes like mice, and we can't sing like larks.

Humans are not deeply inferior, but hold their heads high in fantasy. We made things like wings, put them on our bodies, and jumped from high places. Many lovely people fell into the abyss, but the plane still flew into the blue sky with human fantasies.

Humans fantasize because of lack and progress because of fantasy.

So I stood at the peak of fantasy and looked at the future of the Chinese nation.

I fantasize that the people of China will move from hierarchy to equality.

People in China have consciously learned to divide the Duke of Zhou into three classes since the ritual system of the Duke of Zhou. Everything has grades, even the color and material of clothes. Officials wear bright colors. Bai Juyi, who was demoted to Jiujiang Sima, can only wear blue clothes, while ordinary people wear cloth clothes. In the literary world, poetry comes first, followed by prose, and novels and plays can only wait. Scholars write novels and plays, but they can't give their real names, so they shyly write pseudonyms. The late maturity of China's novels and plays is related to the hierarchical view of literature. In feudal times, officials were shepherds and people were cattle and horses; Officials are parents and people are grass. Members of society are divided into scholars, farmers, workers and businessmen in turn. Wives are big and concubines are small, and men are superior to women. In azimuth, the right side is big and the left side is small. Liangshan heroes, down and out shanzhai, also want to row seats.

A harmonious society must be based on the equality of social members, and the social division of labor is different, but every descendant of the Chinese people must stand at the same height, and there is no distinction between high and low.

I fantasize that the Chinese nation loves truth more than anything else.

When truth is inconsistent with power, we choose truth; When truth is inconsistent with interests, we choose truth. Truth will love us only if we love it.

Mr. Ba Jin earnestly warned us to tell the truth. Mr Ji Xianlin said: Without lies, there is no truth. "Not telling all the truth" seems a bit complicated, but "not telling all the lies" is the bottom line. It's hard to tell the truth. We would rather be silent with dignity than lie brazenly.

When officials tell the truth of the unit, the cohesion will be greater; Researchers will send fewer papers because they are true, and the gold content will be higher; When entrepreneurs lose some profits because of the truth, companies will last longer.

I fantasize that the Chinese nation leads the world.

We have concentrated for 5,000 years, and horses in China have never been to the Black Sea to eat exotic grasses. China people will make filial piety the warmest home in the world, and white hair is the laughter of their children and grandchildren. No matter how far China people go, they always think of "looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered home".

Phoenix, which has been flying for five thousand years, is old and plain, but it can be reborn in the fire of reform and opening up.

I fantasize about a little phoenix flying out of the ancient east, leading the eyes of the whole world to the distance.

Love in the rain

"The wind blows off the last leaf, and there is snow in my heart. Love can only be piled up in my memory-oh, for next season. "

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I walk alone in the warm season and refuse to bid farewell to the past. Tell yourself gently that lonely people don't need to wander, I just wander occasionally after being injured. Shaping is a place without sadness, but as Zhu Ziqing said, "Happiness is theirs", I have nothing. Is it "everything is the beginning without an ending, and everything is a fleeting pursuit"? Just like she said? I'm afraid I'm wrong, I'm afraid, I'm afraid I've always been strong. Without my parents, I would lose my way.

Night, don't let the language repeat. The thought that has been illuminated by the lamp, shining with the light of temptation, has been thinking. Well, I don't want to talk to myself anymore.

Like the night breeze, blow yourself up, you can hang your mood on the side of the road, or you can kick your mood under your feet and let yourself step on it slowly, then walk away and secretly watch her cry silly ~ ~ ~

Girls or not, they will miss their parents when they leave home. Only then did I realize that I didn't grow up and didn't want to grow up again. Only then do we know that it is emotions, not people, that grow up with us. When I am free, I hold a pen and look at the words before stepping on the tail of the wind, slipping from the end of the pen and hitting my heart, colliding with the sound of metal. Words have no feelings, but different people always add their own feelings, and then see their own appearance from the words, always moving themselves to tears.

Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Month, hook away the nursery rhymes of childhood. Accompanied by sentimental words, it seems to appreciate the beauty of loneliness, such as the transparency and simplicity of the summer sky and the slender autumn rain. Love has become a lonely language, hanging high in the sky, holding the moonlight and leaving the evening breeze on the house.

The brain at night can objectively answer its own questions. During the day, you can boldly squander, let the material encroach, and carefully give it to the spirit at night. The green light is yellow and the tea is fragrant. "Those who can't get there are called distant places, and those who can't go back are called hometown." So I'm sick and old ~ ~

Despite the corrosion of memory, those fresh and green have long been buried in the scale of time. Standing at the mouth of the cup and watching from a distance, I slowly dissolved the life filtered by time into my life. After a long time, I have settled down from the shallow place at the bottom of the cup, and one or two drops are crystal clear-I think that is the most beautiful thing in my heart, not flowers, but tears.

"It's like being trapped in a fog, eager to escape from the reality of nothingness." Run away. I really don't want to doubt myself anymore. No matter how cold loneliness will melt, do you believe it? Watch yourself leave, want to find freedom, but also give others freedom. Just set me free and ask myself to commit a crime!

Hope doesn't need to be interpreted, faith doesn't need to moan, and the past doesn't need to be wrapped in your arms. It turns out that all the pain comes from extravagant hopes, and everything seems to be destined. Mourn and groan, maybe I am my own sunshine, shining brightly and shining ahead.

When you say nothing

One day, a friend pulled me back to real life while daydreaming and asked seriously, "Are you happy?" I replied without thinking: "I am very happy!" " ""Are you happy? " I replied without hesitation: "I am very happy! """Are you happy?" "I am very lucky. . . Fu. . . "Swallowing the last word made my heart tremble: Am I happy? I've never asked myself that. I don't know, I don't know if I'm really happy!

In the eyes of others, I am a lively and cheerful person, with words always on my lips and smiles always on my lips, but who can understand the real me? So I know myself:

The pleasure of sailing against the current

I am not a person who can calm down and study hard. I know the teacher is very kind to me. It has been two months since I entered Class 38, Senior High School. I don't know what to use to hide my inner fear. I don't know how to face my parents' expectant eyes again. I don't know how to live up to the high hopes of my relatives. Two months to be as happy as possible has become the theme of life. I fell down so many times that my grades dropped again and again. I don't have the courage to face them and think I have been abandoned by the world. In fact, it is not: parents do not blame, but encourage; Teachers don't criticize, but guide; My brother didn't sigh, but believed ... I began to look for a way out, believing that I would not be knocked down, because there were so many pairs of eyes that affirmed me. I realized that I can be so happy, and I can't let this happiness be destroyed.

Moisten silent happiness.

Grandparents were born in feudal society. Due to the infection of feudal ethos at that time, they were attacked by the idea of' son preference', and there were more boys and more sensible relatives. Naturally, my grandparents often scold me for being naughty. Why should I be reserved and not careless as a girl ... However, my parents are different. As the youngest member of my family, they take good care of me, fearing that I will be wronged and hurt a little. Am I not satisfied enough and happy enough? No, I'm glad. I should let this happiness continue!

The happiness of intangible care

Because I am outgoing, I talk a lot. Although I am not good at languages, I am not short of languages, so I have made many friends. There are also many close friends. When I am happy, they will share with me. When I am sad, they share it with me, making my face full of smiles forever. There is no word like pain in my dictionary. Isn't that enough? No, I'm satisfied. I'm really happy. ...

In fact, happiness is around you, mainly depending on whether you find it or not. We should grasp today, happiness and our own destiny.

Don't have a bud, it is not a rich flower on the earth.

Come back, please rest assured that you will never travel!

Tao Qian waved goodbye to the officialdom, but once fame and fortune was just ridiculous, floating around, wanting nothing. Back to my hometown, I realized my lifelong wish. It was just a point in the mountain, and he couldn't wait to take a boat around the eighteen bends of the mountain road. A small room, a book lamp and a bright moon connected his life in series. The days when the face is facing the loess and the back is facing the sky are worth the songs of officialdom, and the smiles between farmers' sweat are better than flattering faces. Tao Qian, Loew's fate is questionable! Turn around smartly, leaving the legend eternal.

Don't rejoice in things, don't grieve for yourself.

After being demoted, the ministers' backs drowned out Fan Zhongyan's departure. Baling, who has fantasized for countless times, still didn't go. The choppy waves swept through his dreams, and the exquisiteness of Yueyang Tower had already fascinated him. Oh! As if seeing Qian Fan on Dongting Lake, he took his ideal to the other side of leisure. Worry about the world first, and enjoy it later. "Wes, who are we going home with?" Fan Zhongyan smiled and swallowed his tears.

Wandering places, who are comforting each other?

Someone once said that Nalan Xingde's life is not bumpy. My father is an important official in the imperial court, but when he knew that the prosperity of his family was the cream of the people, he was silent and resisted with his young heart and family. Helpless, wandering, who are you with in the dark? Get drunk and solve a thousand worries, and die young, leaving the world with too much regret and sadness.

They laughed, and the gains and losses vanished in a snap; They cried, who can understand the loneliness and sadness in giving up? So they wrote the immortal answer with their lives-giving up is owning the world.

0 10 Henan college entrance examination perfect score composition: open your eyes and listen to the opinions of sages.

One day, Fu Cha, the king of Wu, met Li Longji, Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty, and talked about the admonition of courtiers. They sighed deeply.

Focha: Li Ge, I am a fool. Zixu is loyal to me, but I think he is cruel and heartless. If I had listened to his words, I would have cut the stone and destroyed the state of Yue, so I wouldn't have harmed others and myself, and I would have used that Goujian boy long ago! Alas, Zixu, I don't listen to you, and I have no face to face you and the people of Wu!

Li Longji: Don't be sad, Fucha. I am more ashamed of my ancestors and the people of the Tang Dynasty than you are. In the early days of my administration, I was able to wake up my ears and listen to Yao Chong and their words with an open mind, thus creating a prosperous scene of "a prosperous new century". But later, I fell in love with Yang Guifei. I listened to his flattery all day and never listened to a word of advice again. It was just a trick to make me happy. It's a great Tang Dynasty. I'm actually teetering because of the "opinions" of these little people. Ah! Give me another chance, and I will stick to my point of view-

Focha: You and I have both made mistakes in governing the country, but for different reasons: I am not good at listening to other people's opinions, and you don't know right from wrong and listen to gossip.

Li Longji: Really? But how can we be good at listening to other people's opinions and not believing in slanders?

Focha: I think we'd better open the computer notebook of the historical monarch and see what they think.

Emperor Taizong: "You are a wise man, but you are far from a villain." The masters of Zhu Gekongming also wipe your eyes, clearly realize your position in their minds, and accept the advice of the wise with an open mind, ha-(leaving with a smile)

Li Longji: My ancestors are too abstruse for me to understand them. Let's take a look at foreign wise men.

Dante: Go your own way and let others talk.

Polish proverb: People who often ask for directions will never get lost.

Senac: To believe everything is the same as to doubt everyone.

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Focha: Although there are different opinions, I think * * * is the same. That is, as Emperor Taizong said, distinguish between good and bad first, and then carefully absorb the beneficial opinions of others on this basis. Of course, the most important thing is to distinguish right from wrong. Hey, do you understand? Li Ge?

Li Longji: I see! I have to tell modern people at once and let them learn from history!

Poetic rhyme theory

I read Zuo Zhuan, Han Shu and The History of the Three Kingdoms, looking for wealth and success in various ways. However, every time I see an ancient celebrity, I can't help sighing that his master abandoned the book. For example, Li of the Three Kingdoms wrote "The Theory of Destiny": "The husband governs the chaos and transports it; Poor, life is also; Noble, sometimes. " Without hesitation, I sighed and said, "People in ancient and modern times, sages and saints, do you take the three as the standard?" If Zhong Ni is trapped in Cai Chen, it is sad that Li Guang cannot be sealed. "After reading the writings of ancient and modern sages, I was relieved to find the miracle of fame and fortune far and near. There are three sighs: first, the wealth of scholars is here but not here; Second, the scholar's wealth lies in his diligence without making progress; Third, the wealth of a scholar lies in me, not in him. For this letter, please read the following statement:

Zhong Ni, a former scholar, learned a lot, hid the rites and music in his chest, practiced benevolence and righteousness, and helped the world sink with the right path. He learned from Zanqi, Shi Xiang and Lao Dan, spread his knowledge, and traveled around the world to spread his thoughts. He is ambitious, strong in action and strong in words. However, it is unlucky and ill-fated, and it is a pity that it has traveled to 70 countries without meeting its owner! But it respects the teaching of emergency order, and Yan Hui comes out of the mountain; There are six works of art to restore the ancient scriptures. His ambition is clear, otherwise I will be a poor scholar after EMI, and I can't be praised by his name. Mencius said, "People will humiliate themselves, and later people will humiliate themselves." People can't give up their ambitions, and then there will be things that they don't know where to get. The rest said, "Shi Yun is here but not there."

During the Warring States Period, there were Meng Changjun, Zhao Youping, Zhao Sheng, Chu Youchun, Huang Xie and Wei. When it is true, no one is dissatisfied with the decision made by people with lofty ideals. I thought Fu was also true. Meng Changjun's followers only raised chickens and thieves, but didn't help the country's talents. So Su Qin didn't listen to him and exhausted all his talents, and later became a six-nation power. At that time, what he pursued diligently was not enough. At that time, he had everything. At that time, the public or the public gate where he was wandering was open at that time. Rich man, balance jun, who gets it? It was wangyi Bo who said, "Be strong when you are old, rather than move your heart." If you are poor, you will change your mind, and you will never lose your ambition. "This is not the so-called" Shi Yunqin without seeking "?

When Boya met his son, it went smoothly, just like when he was proud of Hanwu, Shang Yang got the fine sword and said Qin was king. Is luck in hand? With my strength, knowledge and eloquence, why do you need a prosthetic hand? Yu Si Chun Yu Kun will laugh and doubt tassels. Yu Boya's voice is full of twists and turns, Sima Xiangru's talent is unparalleled, and GongSunYang dares to take the world by storm. Han Tuiyun said, "There is Bole in the world and then a swift horse." I thought I was a swift horse, first in Bole. "Shi Yun is in me, not in him" is clear.

The poem says: "When the mountain arrives, the scenery will stop." It is said that all people in the world admire virtue. "The Theory of Destiny" said: "The beauty of wood in the forest will be destroyed by the wind; When piled up on the shore, the water will surge; People must make mistakes when they walk higher than others. " He also said: "The thoroughness of the river is the depth of the river, the depth of the river, the rain when it rises to the clouds, the soil when it sinks to the ground, and the body is clean to wash things without chaos; Turbidity helps things and doesn't hurt Qing. " He also said: "The poor are saints." Yes, Ye Fu. I'm here, trying to learn from others and broaden my meaning, and I'm tireless in ancient and modern classics all day long. Why? What is your ambition? Zhang Zai's Record of Japanese Knowledge (Zhang Zai's Record of Recent Thoughts) said: "For the heart of heaven and earth, for the life of the people, for the past, for the sum of all generations."