What is the biggest sorrow of playing chess?

1. Life graffiti

In the street, you can often see the traces left by artists on the wall. There is no lack of yearning for life in the low-key pattern. Isn't that a glorious moment when they are poking fun at life and artistic life?

The glory of life should not be bound by philosophy, because we don't live for others.

trait

It has become a part of many people's lives. Record your life in words, record your vulnerability, and record the interests between people. Words are cross-sections, once beautiful, always beautiful, and will not be linear with time. This is its most touching place. And language is so fragile in front of it! The once beautiful promise has vanished inadvertently, leaving only memories, deep or shallow.

Black and white is cold and has many connotations.

music

It doesn't belong to this time and space, but it makes the world shine. Nature plays a moving melody all the time: in the valley, the wind is whistling, and at night, it is a bit tragic and a bit bleak; In the jungle, birds are singing, flowing water is gurgling, and tourists are hiking-tactfully and melodiously; Under the waterfall, listen to the roar of water pouring down, which is the roar of nature-magnificent. ...

Behind the glitz, nature is strong and pure. Let them shake the eardrum-release the soul and purify it.

tobacco

Just like what it is, it is just an airflow, which suddenly comes out and takes away the sad clouds. In the dark, watching the fire flash, let the smell of alcohol fill the whole room. At that moment, you will find that the faint light is so bright in the dark; What is volatilized actually annihilates the originally turbid air, and is replaced by its madness, which stimulates the brain ... Then, the frustration gradually fades away. Life can go on after this occasional indulgence.

Shrink sadness into points and let time bury it.

line

The static flow rate-dazzling and low-key, when the breeze blows, they are ready to act. Release with a pen and rinse with water-sometimes moving, sometimes shocking. Masterpieces drawn from time always seem so dull, but people can't help thinking. The artistic conception of the author and the inspiration of the author are all displayed without trace by lines, because at the moment when they are frozen, they are infused with souls and doomed to memory.

The picture is frozen, only in the past. Thinking of the lost artistic conception will be unforgettable.

depressed

Not at all. This is a depressing explosion. People read Annie Baby's books and listen to Nirvana and the Beatles-they choose to sink into decadence because they also sink into decadence and just want to balance their psychology with melancholy words and restless rock-because some people are more decadent than themselves. In this way, their depravity and decadence are taken for granted.

But when they realized it, they found that they had given up their lives and lost their lives. ...

laugh ...

happy ...

die ...

……

Life mutates, distorts and extends for no reason. But still beautiful and brilliant. Because human life is full of all kinds of materials and spirits; Because time will not stop, life will continue; Because life is words, music, lines, people's frustrations and joys ... they write about life.

Life is monotonous, but it is full of life-although printed, it is colorful.

2. Youth gave me.

I know, sitting on the soft grass, surrounded by huge camphor trees, at this time I live carefree and get carried away. Nails rub back and forth on wrinkled jeans, and spots that pass through leaves shake on eyes, so it is easy to indulge in this quiet and peaceful atmosphere. It's like sitting in my bedroom staring at the low tianmashan and enjoying myself humming along the southern foothills.

Many times, time just stops. The top of the mountain in tianmashan has not changed for a long time, and every grass and tree can even be painted blindly; Lushan South Road, still strolling slowly, put its end into the black hole of time and space, leaving only the silent song floating down.

So in this ideal world of thinking, I imagine. In my opinion, life is comfortable now, even in the near future, it is natural to earn enough money to live the life you want.

It is said that Brahma created the world with dreams. I think Brahma should be like me. I hope this is an ideal world and everything is in harmony. But harmony, perhaps Brahma still can't fully understand what it is. Even if you feel your chest, you will feel why only one side is beating rhythmically, but the other side can't feel this wonderful rhythm. Isn't this disharmony? So there are two hearts, but there is a dispute between the two hearts, and contradictions arise.

Such a quarrel is intolerable to God, so Brahma will eventually wake up, his dream will be shattered, and he will return to this world that is somewhat different from his ideal.

Everything in reality is inevitable in the end. However, we are still young, and the color of the world will not lag behind the natural rainbow. Even if the black-and-white tone of future life has been faintly smeared, we can still give up with temporary optimism or escape with temporary cowardice. I'm not sure which way I belong. I just want to immerse myself in this way at the moment, immersed in …

Hu can already tickle the back of his hand, and the pace of time has not stopped after all. I hope that tomorrow, on a fresh morning, I can stop these stubble from sprouting.

I think the ideal given by youth still belongs to me.

3. Three lines written by the teacher.

"I praised you in class, but you have to understand that this article does not belong to you. I hope that next time you can hand over a copy that will satisfy you and everyone who cares about you. " These three lines written by the teacher lie peacefully on my desk. However, it was these three short lines that touched my heart and awakened my heart.

This is a paper about the riverside scene in Qingming Festival. Writing a paper? For students who have never written a paper, they are at a loss and look at each other; As for me, I just rack my brains and have no inspiration! When the history teacher said that I could consult the materials, the students at a loss beamed and my brain suddenly had an epiphany. In a flash, I felt like a bird released into nature. When I got home, I didn't hesitate to check the information online. After careful revision and copying, the paper was born with great enthusiasm. In fact, this paper is just an article I rewrote from the internet, and the general content has not changed, and I completed it with the attitude of completing the task at that time. However, I didn't expect ...

Unexpectedly, before the history class the next day, after I handed the paper to the teacher, the history teacher would personally comment on my paper until the class was over. Unexpectedly, the history teacher will praise me for writing this paper in class. Facing the praise of the history teacher, I am immersed in it and I am extremely happy! After class, a classmate told me that the content of his paper was similar to mine. I was blindsided at that time, but looking back at the teacher's praise, I don't think my paper will get low marks.

A week later, the paper was sent out. At the sight of the brilliant red score, it was as I expected, 90 points, and my heart was happy again. When I looked at the last page of the test paper, three lines were clearly written on it. I'm nervous! But after reading it, I feel guilty; Tears moistened my eyes, but I tried to hold back my tears. When my classmates asked me how many points I got in the exam, I lost my mind and finally spit out three words: 90 points. Envy eyes came at me one after another. In fact, there are people with higher scores than me. Back home, I was lost in thought. After fierce ideological struggle, I finally overcame my vanity; After all, the teacher wrote correctly, "This article does not belong to me". I am very grateful to the teacher; Thank you for your praise, thank you for your actions, and thank you for writing me three lines. Because of your practice, I protected my mind and maintained my self-esteem. Because of your three lines, I know that being a man and doing things should be firm in faith, step by step, and move forward in the direction of my own efforts.

The three lines written by the teacher are still lying peacefully on my desk; But keep reminding me!

4. Discover beauty and simplicity

A rare weekend, but less joy to go home.

With the back to the sunset, the shadow is arched, and the gravity of the schoolbag is often greater than "good back". The tree next to me is more curved and lower. "Do they worship willows now?" I muttered to myself. The pungent wind keeps blowing, which makes my hair rough on my face.

Squeezing into the car that finally arrived, the bursting popularity pushed me back to the original hemp pole. "It turns out that crowded cars have a good effect on my back." I laughed at myself helplessly. How many stops are there? I am so tired! Standing people bite their teeth and keep their balance intently, doing all kinds of difficult technical movements with the change of speed; The person sitting is either laughing or looking carefree; Well, out of sight, out of mind, I grabbed the boom with only one palm space left, squeezed it to the side facing the window, plugged in headphones and pressed the volume to the maximum. ...

The car behind him seems to be more crowded than usual, inexplicably crowded. I looked out of the window with no focus at all, leaving only trees and buildings passing by. Music makes me daydream, like entering space, and I see the earth crowded, crowded and bustling. Hey, what are they up to? ! I feel a lot looser behind me, but I still don't want to look back. I just used to shrug my schoolbag and keep thinking about why people are busy. ...

Suddenly, I felt a pull on the corner of my skirt. I turned around and saw a little girl trying to say something to me. I took off my headphones. "Sister, your schoolbag is so heavy, why don't you sit down?" She pointed to an empty seat by the window in the distance. With this good thing, I went straight to sit down and took off my schoolbag-it was much easier. At this time, I looked at the girl again, as if she was not old enough to go to school, with a ponytail on her head and a hand on the handle of her mother's seat, smiling at me. I casually raised my mouth, which was a smile in return. Girls imitate the hunchback of my schoolbag, sometimes shrug their shoulders and make exaggerated faces. Her childish actions, innocent smile and innocent childlike innocence infected me.

The low-altitude sunset shone into the window, soft and close to the skin like yarn, and the trees passing in front of us gently danced with soft branches in the cool breeze. In fact, you only need a tender heart to feel the beauty of the world.

I got off the bus, still thinking about the innocent eyes of the little girl, and my schoolbag was much lighter.

There is no fixed scenery in life. As long as you keep facing the sun, every morning you will find a beautiful and hazy illusion spinning and rising in front of your window.

People will have young children when they are old, and the grass will wither and bear the seeds of hope. The gain and loss of life are the same symphony, and the world will always be beautiful.

5. Reflections on the Five-Star Red Flag

Recently, I read a news that a female student in a high school in Shanghai was lucky enough to be admitted to Harvard University in the United States. There are only two students in Asia and 1 in China. After reading this news, I was very excited, as if I saw the five-star red flag rising high again, just like holding a flag-raising ceremony at school. I saw the Olympic athletes struggling hard, getting good results, playing the national anthem and raising the bright five-star red flag, because this not only shows that China's education level is high, but also shows that China's position in Asia and the whole world has been greatly improved. I am proud of my motherland, and even more proud that I am a descendant of the Chinese people! I'm full of emotions,

/kloc-from the end of 0/9 to the beginning of the 20th century, due to the weakness of the government and the ignorance of the people at that time, China became the main target of imperialist aggression, China's land was ruthlessly divided by the aggressors, China's sovereignty was plundered by the aggressors, and there were countless unequal treaties. At the Paris Peace Conference, we participated in the peace talks as victors. When our representative proposed to legally recover our sovereignty and territory, the host country not only ignored it, but "ceded" all the German rights and territory in China to Japan, completely ignoring the feelings of the China people, and there was no equality at all. The weak Qing government even promised to sign a peace treaty. So the famous "May 4th Movement" and "Xinhai Revolution" broke out and overthrew the decadent Qing government. However, after Yuan Shikai usurped the throne and stole the fruits of the victory of the Revolution of 1911, in order to keep the throne, he even agreed to the "Twenty-one Articles" proposed by the Japanese to destroy China ... Everything showed that China at that time was as humble as slaves in feudal society and belonged to the lowest level in the world. Under heavy oppression, a group of young people with ideals and patriotism, such as Mao Zedong and Zhou Enlai, finally woke up, rose up and rebelled, leading the angry people of China to carry out revolution. For the victory of the revolution, they shed their heads, shed their blood and sacrificed heroically. Finally broke the dark old society, abolished the dark old system, and established a new China, People's Republic of China (PRC).

Through the joint efforts of several generations, especially through the reform and opening up, China's comprehensive national strength has reached a new level, and China's status has been rising. According to the figures provided by the National Bureau of Statistics, the reform and opening up have made China's economy show an unprecedented rapid development trend, and its international status has been greatly enhanced. From 1989 to 200 1, China's gross domestic product (GDP) grew at an average annual rate of 9.3%, far ahead of the world's 3.2%, 2.7% in developed countries and 5.2% in developing countries, making it one of the fastest growing countries in the world. After 1989, due to the stability of China's currency, the gross domestic product (GDP) in US dollars has been growing steadily, and its weight in the world economy has also increased greatly, from 2.2% in 1989 to 3.7% in 200 1. According to the World Development Index of the World Bank, by 200 1, China's GDP has jumped to the sixth place in the world. With the expansion of economic aggregate, China's per capita GNP (gross national product) has also increased rapidly since the reform and opening up more than 20 years ago. According to the World Bank's three-year average exchange rate method, China's per capita GNP was only 190 US dollars in 1978, and it reached 780 US dollars in 1999. It was the first time that low-income countries entered the ranks of middle-income countries. It has risen to $840 in 2000. Among the 207 countries and regions counted by the World Bank, the per capita GNP ranking also rose from 1978 to 194 in 2000.

Faced with all these facts, and looking at the Chinese knot hanging on the wall and a small five-star red flag on my desk, my mood is hard to calm down: our country is getting richer and richer day by day, so what should we do as teenagers in the golden age? Mr. Liang Qichao once said in the article "young chinese": "Teenagers are wise, rich, strong, independent, free, progressive, superior to Europe, superior to the earth, so the country is superior to the earth." So we must learn science and technology well and lay a good foundation. Only when we young people are strong and contribute everything to the country's construction can the bright five-star red flag fly high and our country stand forever among the world's powerful countries.

6. Silver sunset glow

Early summer. After dinner, it was sunny, so I took time to accompany my grandmother to the foothills and valleys.

The foothills are small but steep, and the paths on the mountains are paved with stones. At first, grandma walked in front of me, step by step, very cautious. And I, leisurely walking behind, picking grass and counting stones. Grandma walked very fast and turned a corner. The tree blocked my view of grandma. At this time, the sun is still tireless and the sky is not dark.

Gradually, I have grandma's back in my sight, probably because the road cut is straighter than the call. I picked more and more flowers in my hand and accumulated them into a small bunch. Hehe, there are also small speakers and violets ... so beautiful. I walked slowly, admiring the flowers in my hand. Looking up, grandma is not far in front of me. Oh, grandma is tired and walks more and more slowly. On the horizon, it began to turn red …

Almost to the top of the mountain, you can vaguely see the pavilion on the top of the mountain. I said, "Grandma, it's almost ready!" "Grandma also looked up, although very tired, but very happy, want to speed up the pace. But grandma's physical strength is really exhausted, and she needs to stop and have a rest every short walk, bit by bit, step by step, which is very difficult. I stepped forward, put a hand on grandma's arm and helped her walk slowly through the last gravel road. Holding grandma's arm, I found that grandma's arm was thin and the long sleeves were empty. Look again, a drop of sweat rolled out of grandma's white hair, crossed the wrinkles on her forehead, reflected the sunset glow and landed on the gravel road at her feet. At this time, the tired sun dyed the whole sky red.

The last paragraph seems to be the longest and steepest. Finally, we reached the top of the mountain. I told grandma to sit down and rest, but grandma wouldn't listen. Grandma stood in the corner of the pavilion, staring at the horizon, and said, "No, you will see farther if you stand. The sunset glow is very short. " I didn't say anything. I stood beside my grandmother and looked down at her. I found the sunset glow so beautiful for the first time. A ray of soft sunset shines obliquely on my grandmother and me. I looked at my grandmother, with white hair and sweating. At this moment, it reflects the dazzling silver light!

At the moment, I find the most beautiful sunset glow is silver.

Interpretation of the world and attitude

The world can be interpreted in countless ways-you can't be unfamiliar with this sentence.

I can't remember how many times my aunts who taught Chinese in primary and secondary schools assigned the topic of "feeling". Many people go to two extremes when they grow up. One is that they strongly feel that people are really emotional animals, and the other is that they have not tasted this feeling for many years. This is a joke, and those liberal arts students who have run out of ammunition can ignore it.

It was the first time that our dear motherland taught us to explain the world. When we visited great rivers and mountains and had to go out to find a theme for an article, we passively developed a "feeling". The first diary I wrote after I was born proved this truth well. I wrote two words: "I joined the Young Pioneers today. I am very happy. " Plus a big red scarf with crayons. Aside from any political metaphor this diary may have, I really started my journey to explain the world. After that, I dare not despise these words.

Yes, the world is diversified because of our explanation. Similarly, the world becomes absurd because of our explanation.

In their view, the cry of philosophers that began hundreds of years ago is a cry for truth. Centuries later, we denied or even laughed at their views-not their practices-and continued to compete for truth with our theoretical and political enemies. From the moment philosophers began to think, human beings raised themselves from the surface of the earth by nearly a kilometer in a sense. We would rather explain the trees at the top of the mountain on the mountainside than climb to the top of the mountain to overlook it. According to this statement, philosophers can't see the truth, but can only be infinitely far away from or close to it.

God smiles when human beings think. God exists, so why don't human beings feel ashamed of being seen in their outrageous disputes?

Shame on "emotion" and "reason". The world seen under the sun is seen by the eyes, but the world seen by animal eyes is very different from ours. Whether it is true or not, what is true or not, is not a poet's business. The poet abandoned everything and became a hero of mankind and a traitor of nature. Obviously, today's literati have completely retained the spirit of poets. However, I prepare for the worst for my theory. If the meaning that nature gives people to live is to inject rebellious vitality into nature with arbitrary conclusions, then I have nothing to say.

Nothing to say-ignorance, helplessness, or inaction, great learning-people who read poetry are no strangers to "pure objective account." This becomes extreme in the category caused by language. If you only describe the world in words, without any subjective color, that's the best. But this is enough, because someone has boldly shouted: "the wisdom of human beings stops here." After all, language is a symbol with human mystery, so no one has ever tried to think without using language. As human beings, the more we seek truth in a human way, the more difficult it becomes. It may be ideal from the perspective of onlookers, interveners, interpreters and listeners. And all this seems contradictory to people. People are used to watching when they are numb. One of the works I once conceived was a silhouette of a group of onlookers. Off-court, both subject and object can gain a lot-super-concept and super-language; Or nothing at all.

But our enthusiasm is always burning, for everything.

8. Struggle, from now on

Three years of junior high school life is like a grand performance. I have performed on this junior high school stage for three years. ...........

For three long and short years, the whole performance ended with tears in her eyes. When I saw the helpless expression of the teacher and the silent face of my parents, I understood: I was not dreaming, I really failed! !

At this time, I was crying, but I didn't cry. I cried for my fallen heart, but I didn't cry for it. ......

I am very sad, why I gave up the senior high school entrance examination just because I was ill for nearly 40 days in the near 100 days before the senior high school entrance examination.

I only blame myself, not for the poor 502 points, but for this heart that has died of study. .....

Maybe this 502 is a lot for my performance before the mid-term exam. ......

With the arrival of September, a string of ringing bells sounded in the September wind, and I stepped into the hooligan in No.2 Middle School. The laughter of our students cut through the long loneliness of the campus. ......

I heard that the difference between Grade Two and Grade Two is terrible, but the seven-day military training told me that the difference between the two grades is as bad as we thought, because I understand that no matter how good a teacher is, their responsibility is just to lead us to a sumptuous meal, which is still a student's business after all. ......

The ideal high school life should be free, equal, relaxed and full, which is completely available in No.2 Middle School.

The long summer vacation made me understand and sober. It seems that I just found myself sleeping for three years, but will I wake up now? I don't know ......

But I have seen my way clearly, because I have reason to think, I am sure. ......

Ideal makes me move from strangeness to reality. In fact, when the material world coincides with youth, there are infinite possibilities.

In fact, it wasn't that I didn't have ideals before, but that I had too many ideals and didn't know which one to realize. Now that I have a clear goal, I am full of confidence in my tomorrow.

The important thing is to be in a beautiful dream. What's more, my confidence has not lost my desire to blossom and bear fruit!

I have never promised anyone, and now I promise fate that our school will be proud of me and proud of me. ......

A long list of years is full of hope and longing, and a vast sky is full of longing for the future. ......

Junior high school is just a regrettable time in my youth. My real dream is here, starting from here-high school.

I shouted to the sky-my struggle started here and my dream started here. ......

9.devil's castle

There are three official teaching buildings and laboratories.

Building 1 was converted from the workshop of the school-run factory to accommodate boarding classes, nicknamed "Homestead for Wanderers". It is located in the northwest corner of the campus, and the president of the school student union born here calls himself the "Northwest Wolf".

Building 2 is spacious and bright, with complete facilities, nine winding corridors and a courtyard full of vines and bamboo. This paradise is mainly occupied by students in senior two and liberal arts classes.

Building 3 faces the school gate, and the bronze exterior wall is covered with leafy Parthenocissus tricuspidata, which bears grape-like berries every autumn. During the break, almost every window in the corridor will show a few tired heads, fluffy hair, and maybe no pale light. This is another world in the eyes of seniors and sisters-the science building of senior three, which we call "devil's castle".

"Biology Orsay Saite et al." said that here, you can use the learning method of "crazy creatures" to go to the bathroom next to the classroom and appreciate the superb skills of Parthenocissus tricuspidata in regulating light and fertility. "Composition first" says that here, when you see a white-haired physics teacher with a wet towel on his shoulder on a hot day, you will understand the bitter taste when giving lectures. What's more, ordinary seniors shouted "My God, Grade Three" and walked into the Devil's Castle, then became thinner or fatter, and then waved goodbye to the bronze city wall covered with green leaves.

I often hear my classmates curse the arrival of "the third year of hell". I longed for this castle and dancing with the devil two years ago. I like the silence of braving the wind and waves and preparing for the war, and I like the passion of the last fight. Really, the good feeling of sprinting on the court often makes me cry.

Senior three really came.

I stayed in the library for a summer, copied most of the Selected Works of Zhaoming, and finally walked into the castle that looked a little gloomy because of the entanglement of green vines.

Up to now, my senior three life has passed 10 days. I want to write a thrilling story about the devil's castle for readers, but after thinking about it, I just have breakfast, class, lunch, class, dinner, self-study at night, go home to sleep, and continue to perform two tasks after waking up: eating and studying. Maybe this is the third year of high school, and it will be a year before the passion flies.

Sometimes, students will spread some sensational news, for example, the fat man who always sleeps in English class has gone to study in Britain (another way of saying it is to experience the richness of socialist material life); The guy of the Second Army completed the Beijing hukou, and the teacher gave a sentence "Peking University is no longer a fairy tale" (what else can I say); The ugly "old J" won the first prize in the physics competition and was sent to a key university (no pains, no gains). This kind of news of "endless suffering, turning back to the shore" always makes the students excited and envious, and then falls into the sea of questions again with infinite regret.

When I was a child, I heard a story that the devil promised a young man the highest wisdom, wealth and glory on condition that he would always play chess with the devil after 50 years. The little devil persuaded the young man to think it over, but the young man accepted the deal with the devil. In 50 years, the devil has fulfilled all his promises, and young people have fully imagined the ugliness of the devil. But when he met the devil and prepared to complete the other half of the contract, he found that the devil was not ugly, but a fool.

Entering the devil's castle is like signing a contract with the devil. The difference is that I will play chess with him for the next year, and the devil is very smart, and he didn't specify what reward he would give me in the contract. Many senior teachers and sisters write so profoundly about senior three that I have to wonder if my feelings are numb. Maybe in a few years, I will comment on this life, but now all I can do is play chess honestly.

10. Roaming

How long does it take for one intersection and two intersections?

One person comes, two people come, who stays?

Seeing light snow mourns the cruelty or sadness of summer.

There should be no snow this season, only the sad rain keeps seeping into the weak heart with the snow.

Sitting in the shop, drinking milk tea, thin bitterness spread in my heart and walked into a vague tomorrow.

Sometimes I really want to leave a moment of longing and reverie to remember.

Sometimes I think for a second, and for a long time I feel I can forget.

Fallen leaves, why did you leave them in my palm and why did you go with the wind?

Fallen leaves, why do you have the vein of crying, why do you pretend to be fragile?

You're not a fallen leaf. How do you know the illusion after landing? How do you know that it doesn't feel pain?

A man stood in a small place waiting for the bus and told himself not to look back.

When the wandering snow in the crowd melts again

When a familiar and unfamiliar voice passes in my ear

I suddenly turned around, and that peaceful face made me feel particularly small.

I carefully recalled that quiet moment and felt particularly helpless.

Fallen leaves, why do you wander like a butterfly?

I squatted down, I stood, but I couldn't lie down.

Wandering in the clouds, afraid to run to the sun, covered in scars

I never thought about conquering life or being conquered by life.

Respondent: Ni Qinxin-trainee supervisor level 5 2006-5-22 14:27

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