I am Li Zishu, and I live in the yard of a man named Gou Jian. I heard someone say that he is a king. I don't believe it at all. How can a king use thatch as a bed and lick his gall every day? ?
I have been here for three years. According to my mother, I will blossom this year. I am very happy. Spring has come, I am desperately sprouting and growing, and I am going to blossom, I think. The winter jasmine is in bloom ... the peach blossom is withered ... I still have no buds. The hot sun in summer makes me dizzy. When can I blossom? I looked into the room. My master was suffering. I can't help shivering-it's so bitter! ?
Autumn has come, and my leaves have fallen. Alas, it seems that my flowers will not bloom. ?
One day, my master came to see me. He stood by me for a long time. I couldn't help shivering when I saw his deep and determined eyes. He seems to want to see something from me! ?
The north wind is blowing hard and the snow is falling. I stood shivering in the yard. I think I'm going to die. I want to die before the flowers bloom. Plum blossoms are the best flowers in the world. She is gentle and honest, with a faint fragrance. What beautiful flowers. But I can never have her. Is this my destiny? This is my life? No, no, I can't do this. I can't just leave. I must blossom.
The number of people coming in and out of the yard suddenly increased. Every day and night, my master talks with them about something. In the dead of night, my master lay on the thatch and stared at me. ?
It's getting colder and colder, and I really can't support it. ?
One night, the host tasted the bitter fruit again. He went outside and stood for a while. Suddenly, he shouted, "I must restore the country!" " "ah! He is really a king, and my heart was deeply shocked. A king actually has a bitter taste, lying in a thatched cottage. I can't help shouting: "I want to blossom!" " " ?
After several snowstorms, I survived. One day, I suddenly found that my master was missing. A few days later, I was pleasantly surprised to find that there were several buds on my body, and more and more. A heavy snow, I blossomed, I blossomed! The smell is so charming that I can't help being intoxicated by it. At this moment, a man in a yellow robe walked into the yard. It's my master. He came up to me and stared at me with deep and firm eyes. "I swear in the name of Gou Jian, I won't live unless I push Wu. Go! " I heard the voice of Wan outside the hospital getting louder and louder, then getting smaller and smaller, and gradually disappearing. ?
The whole yard is full of fragrance.
Yancheng Perfect Composition: Mingyue Mountain intoxicated me.
Following the gurgling sound of running water, we walked into Mingyue Mountain and visited the Yungu that I missed day and night.
Castle peak. White fog. Bamboo. ?
We seem to have entered the world of dreams: mountains stand in the fog, and mist fills the air in the mountains. Fog surrounds the mountain, and the mountain depends on fog. Bright or dark, let us fly very high, floating around in the wind, as if turned into fog, playing with partners in the mountains, surrounding tourists, and playing hide-and-seek with tourists. A cool breeze blew, my heart shook and my soul returned to my body. You can't see the peak of the mountain, nor can you find the edge of the fog. Only the moving crowd and the flying colorful flags meandered forward. Each of us has an eager look and the courage to conquer all the peaks. ?
Bare stones. Running water. Crowd. ?
Sparse crowds, crossing the bare riverbed and the slippery pebbles, accompanied by running water and swaying trees, have brought infinite vitality to this lonely mountain forest; The laughter that echoed in the valley also brought some noise to the valley. ?
Jungle. Red flag. Traces. ?
Colorful banners, flickering faintly in the lush forests, shuttled through the lush bamboo forests, and loud cries and cheerful laughter spread from the front of the team to the back of the team, full of pride, full of hope and full of sustenance. Closer, closer ...
Rain in Mao Mao. A cool breeze. Waterfall?
Finally, we saw a white chain, white and crystal clear, embedded in thick green, hanging above the trees in the mountain stream. There is white fog around ... finally I saw the word "cloud valley" engraved on the slate, deeply. ?
Walking to the bottom, thinking seems to be stagnant, this fantasy, this wonderful feeling of wanting to fly and sink. When the cool breeze makes people aware of a little coolness, they realize that they are actually bathed in rain and fog-a splashing waterfall.
It kissed my face, hair and dusty heart.
I raise my camera and freeze this eternal moment; Freeze this rare intoxication.
Full score composition of Guilin senior high school entrance examination: for that grateful heart
Wind, rain, the bell of the exam, sound in the ear; Calm, leisurely, slow and steady, keep in mind.
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"Remember, be calm, calm and steady when you answer; Don't be impetuous, easy first, then difficult, and slowly recall what you have learned on weekdays; In addition, don't forget to fill in your name and admission ticket number. If you have anything, raise your hand to find the invigilator ... "
"Oh, mom, you can rest assured! I know all this. You'd better go home. I will soon enter the examination room ... "
"Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang Dangdang Dangdang Dangdang Dangdang Dangdang Dangdang Dangdang Dangdang Dangdang Dangdang Dangdang Dangdang Dangdang with the hopes of my parents, the expectations of my teachers and the blessings of my friends, I walked into the examination room of the senior high school entrance examination.
The examination room was quiet, and thirty people took their time to meet the first important test in their life journey and make their first major choice. Facing the solemn five-star red flag above the blackboard, it seems that I am about to open up a brand-new world. I will repay my parents with gratifying achievements and feel a sense of pride in my heart.
For that grateful heart, I want to behave well today. At this time, I was very excited, and scenes of the past clearly emerged in front of me.
In early childhood, our twin sisters were physically weak and had poor immunity. Mom and dad walk the most by themselves, often once a day, or even two or three times a day.
After primary school, I feel much better, but we never let our parents worry. During this period, the most parents take is the way to the teacher's house.
When I went to middle school, the daily shuttle bus became a necessity for my parents.
With the approach of the senior high school entrance examination, what parents do most is to review with my sister every day, reminding us how to review what we have learned, sorting out scattered knowledge points and encouraging us to relieve stress.
At this moment, they are anxiously waiting outside the examination room, waiting for the triumph of their two precious daughters.
All these have strengthened my belief in working hard for that grateful heart.
"Mom, Dad, I love you!" This sentence has been deeply hidden in my heart for a long time. I finally got a chance to express it today. I want to express your love for us in the past ten years!
Sometimes, I also ask myself: Did God arrange all this long ago, and tied us together with this caring rope?
I also asked my parents the same question, "Green leaves are dedicated to the earth, and sunshine is dedicated to everything." Then mom and dad touched our heads and said, "mom and dad gave it to you, silly goose!" " "
This reminds me of a poem by Meng Jiao: "But an inch of grass is full of affection, and you get three rays of spring"!
For this grateful heart, the pen in my hand keeps running-for that grateful heart, I want to hand over a satisfactory answer sheet. ...
Henan Full Score Composition: Let Faith Bloom
Born in a narrow basin, you don't want to curl up. You put your roots deep into the soil and draw the sweet spring. You breathe the breath of life into the whirlpool of the universe. You hold your head high and smile. You firmly believe that you will produce the most beautiful flowers.
I tried to move you into the house on a stormy day, but I failed. Your roots have sprouted from the bottom of the flowerpot and firmly grasped the chest of Mother Earth. You are telling me, "What is the pain around my mother?" Isn't it?
You broke through the artificial cage with strong faith, and you kept drawing on it with indomitable will. You vowed to repay the world with the best.
You have experienced the cold in the wind and rain, the loneliness in the dark, the scorching sun, and the colorful ridicule. When the beautiful butterfly flies away, you are disappointed. However, for your own declaration, you insist on being alone. ?
When the colorful flowers are gone, when the yellow leaves stop flying, you give all your savings for a year. The air in the elegant autumn is full of the fragrance of chrysanthemums, but you still smile, just like the mythical Snow White, just like the bride who blushes before marriage, just like the golden hope dancing in her heart ...?
I was shocked. After the storm, you finally realized your promise. Who can deny that this is the best in this misty autumn? ?
On the long road of life, who hasn't made a secret vow to himself or his relatives? How many hardships and hardships, the oath is still clear. My sister's bright and eager eyes, my younger brother's tender shoulders, my mother's gray hair, and the picture of silk thread fluttering in the broken coat in the biting north wind caught my heart. For me, they lost what they deserved, and I am ashamed of my weakness. However, Ju told me: Now is not the time to be ashamed, because faith must persist until the end!
I was awakened: summon up courage, stride forward for the faith in my heart, and turn my demands into the best dedication. Then, Haizi's song floated from the air with chrysanthemum fragrance.
Walking on the road, singing loudly,
The wind blew over the hills,
There is an endless sky ahead ...?
The fragrance and singing of this chrysanthemum will always pervade my heart.