The wind is blowing, rolling sand and leaves. Standing in the depths of the wind, looking at the intersection of myself and my dreams, I am full of confusion and don't know how to move forward.
I know that modern society forces people to live in a fast-paced life. Step by step, it has become people's greatest similarity. Occasionally someone suddenly asks you when your dream is, and the first reaction is stupidity. Dream? My dream?
Some people don't think about it Some people are afraid to face themselves because they are not confident enough. As soon as this question appears, many people will be silent, otherwise they can only chat half jokingly.
I still remember that at first I wanted to be a teacher, eat and sleep, and send small red flowers to my children. I want to be a doctor when I grow up, because I think there are many instruments that look interesting. Then I want to be a lawyer, because I think it is comfortable and pleasant to argue with others and win them.
Growing up slowly, with the change of dreams, I am a little confused and helpless. Like sand in the wind, I feel very small and always change with the change of the world. Without any consciousness or decision.
Maybe I don't even know, sometimes I think quietly, what do I like? But I can't answer it. So I once told myself that you must have something you like and like it for a long time.
I look for it slowly. First of all, I know that my favorite color is blue, like the blue of the ocean, and my favorite place is Greece, because some people say that the blue and white of the whole world are there, and my favorite flowers are all over the sky. Although it is common and appears with other flowers every time, it is beautiful in my heart, but those flowers that need it are too monotonous and tacky without it, and they are so cute whether they appear alone or as a foil. Know yourself before you know what you want to do.
When I slowly see the road ahead and myself, I want to make money slowly and save money to open a stationery store, because every time I walk into a stationery store, I can't help but want a comfortable notebook, pen or other small objects.
My stationery store should be full of notebooks, pens and post-it notes of various shapes and colors? I like many things, and so do people who come to my shop.
My dream is too ordinary and meaningless for most people, but when you are in something you like, only you will understand it. You are your best friend, and you are still there when everyone despises you.
I know I'm not the only one who thinks I'm too young. This is just my idea and my own opinion. A thousand people have a thousand ideas and opinions.
Where you want to go, there will always be different prospects. If you despise yourself and go the wrong way, you will only become gravel all your life, but you think you are more than that. Don't do this, just like the sand in the sea will become pearls in the shell after being scrubbed.
Some people always feel that fate can't make things difficult for you all the time, and that it's good to get through this and that, instead of blocking it crazily. They are cowards who are exhausted by reality. They may have been in high spirits, but they gave up halfway.
Most people are the gravel of life. If it is not too small dust, there is no dream. It is just buried in the bottom of my heart, gently blowing away the dust in your dreams, slowly embracing it, properly collecting it, and letting it walk on the same road with you.
No dream will dislike you. Only you are afraid of dreams. Don't let negative energy occupy your mind. The wind stopped and the obstacles were cleared. I approached it through the dream of climbing with the wind, smiling silently and moving on.
Wen 2: Laugh and watch the flowers bloom and the clouds fall.
When I am in a bad mood, I like to go out for a walk.
Against the background of thousands of lights, the town at night has a hazy beauty. I'm alone, shuttling through the streets as I please. Little lovers sitting side by side, holding hands, whispering quietly by the lake; There are groups of boys and girls, playing and joking; The uncles in the night market are eating mutton skewers and drinking beer, and talking about national affairs with great interest. It is the most beautiful. Such a common scene always comforts me.
Every time I am here, all my troubles disappear, as if my heart were suddenly clean. It turns out that the world is composed of most light and a few darkness. We can't point to the sky and say there is no sun just because of a haze.
When I was at the seaside, I suddenly remembered that the book said that people who like the sea are lonely. I'm not sure if I am, but I think the sea is like a couple. It's beautiful when we stand without talking. There are too many troubles to forget in this world. Each of us comes to the seaside for different purposes, just in the name of seeing the sea.
Sometimes, I ask myself: What am I doing this for? Is it right or wrong? I don't know. Or I don't want to know. No one grew up like this overnight. I always believe that everyone and everything have their reasons for existence. Maybe there is no right or wrong in life. For the wonderful scenery with right and wrong, the children who go the wrong way are not necessarily bad children.
I think everything will have consequences. If you make up your mind, you are willing to "agree" As Zhang Ailing said, we are young and frivolous, and we are never too lazy to do everything we should do. When you are young and courageous, you should have the power to pull yourself out of the mud by pulling your hair.
I wonder what the result will be. In terms of study, I had bad luck all the way. But even if it's too wrong, I don't want to be boring. I want to work as hard as Shen Bi. Even if I fail in the end, I can speak softly like Shen Bi at that time. I have never regretted it. ? No anger, very safe and calm. Like a lotus.
In the quiet years, laugh and watch the flowers bloom and fall, and watch the clouds roll and relax.
Wen San: Work hard for the original dream.
Time is a cruel word to me. Almost in the blink of an eye, I changed from an aspiring young man to a middle-aged man. Looking back on high school, what I miss most is not my good classmates, nor what? First love? , but his original dream.
Since primary school, I have been fascinated by movies and deeply attracted by the world of light and shadow. At that time, I dreamed that one day I could go to the big screen and perform various lives in front of the camera. I have always kept this dream in my heart and brought it to senior three.
In the winter of senior three, despite how nervous I was when reviewing, I kept thinking about my movie dream. So I quietly took a few hundred dollars from home and bought a plane ticket to Beijing to skip school and take an art test. I still remember that on the day of the art test, it was dark outside the examination room, crowded with people, including candidates, parents and people who came to watch the fun. Let's see how many can be distinguished in front of people in the future. I was squeezed in the corner, looking at those beautifully dressed candidates, it was inevitable that I felt a little inferior. As a child in a small county, I have no special skills or looks. How can I compare with others? The result is self-evident, and I am doomed to fail the list. Desperate, I can only silently return to my small county. Fortunately, my family and teachers didn't say much about me. Gradually, the dream about movies was diluted by a lot of mock exams and the pressure of study, and finally it was forgotten?
In a blink of an eye, the college entrance examination is over. At the teacher's suggestion, what I am filling in the Volunteer Times is the major of Chinese language and literature in an undergraduate university in the province. After I went to college, I seldom watched movies again, because that was what touched my heart the most. I also began to realize that the most prosperous years were not in college, but in high school. Because we were farther away from the future at that time, and we also had the most dreams at that time. You have to choose your own major when you go to college? Service? Yes What's more, how many people have been in the university in those years?
Now that I have graduated from college, I have returned to the place where I was born and taught Chinese in my high school. How time flies! Watching the students work hard, I remembered that I struggled here a few years ago. At the same time, I am disappointed here.
A few days ago, a girl in my class came to my office shyly and told me that she wanted to learn animation, but her family didn't support it. What should she do? I've been thinking for a long time, not only about her, but also about myself. And I didn't tell her anything. Because I haven't been tortured by this problem myself for so many years? Where is my answer? On that day, the students got together and sang together in the karaoke room. I don't know who ordered old boys. As soon as the melody started, I cried. Moreover, I found that I was not the only one crying, because too many people failed to realize their original dreams. Xu Lin's dream is to be a lawyer, but now she has become my colleague. And Xiao Si, who once wanted to do business, but now he is just a clerk. ? Have all my dreams come true? Now I have to be numb. I lost a lot of blood. This is the reality, leaving only a few sighs.
Sometimes I occasionally think, what would it be like if I passed the exam in those years? Maybe it will be better than now, maybe it will be worse than now. In fact, it doesn't make any sense and should be put down. At least, whenever I look back on the past, I still remember my original dream and the dream I pursued.
Dear friend, after many vicissitudes, do you still remember your dream?
Wen 4: Young man, please raise your hands.
At 2: 40 in the middle of the night, I saw the activity initiated by Mr. Shu, so I honestly found out the pen and paper I hadn't touched for nearly a week from the drawer? There are only four words in the activity: handwritten Chinese characters.
It was not until I found that my right hand was not very flexible that I suddenly understood what you mean, Mr. Tree. You are calling on people to rediscover the balance between electronics and simplicity. This life is full of electricity. Electric light, TV, computer, electric fan and induction cooker. Most people are not used to doing some fine work with their own hands, such as painting, carving and writing. On the contrary, people are more familiar with the actions of keys and start buttons. It seems that everything can be solved with a button in the world. A new article was born; Swish swish swish swish, a new cartoon was born. Very convenient. Just, is it really good to entrust everything in life to machines and electricity? In this case, we might as well transform our bodies: replace all the bones with hard and light titanium alloys and replace the internal organs with precision instruments driven by electricity. In this way, we can work hard at a frequency of 24/7 without blood, temperature, lethality and dormancy, and make eternal contributions to the economic development of mankind.
Have you ever wondered what is the use of top-notch economic development if it can't provide a more comfortable living environment for mankind? The monetary value of all substances in the world is endowed by human beings, who are the masters of human society. When human beings become the machines of the times and become their own slaves, does what human beings create still have meaning? This is a gorgeous cage we built for ourselves, but we can't be locked in by ourselves.
We need to change this state. Writing Chinese characters is just a trivial activity. Teacher Shu just wants to sound the alarm for mankind from the same angle. As for how to get rid of the status quo and how to add simple elements to the soul, he still needs to think seriously, and no one else can interfere.
We need to change. We need to change our society by changing ourselves. We can't forget that neglected things are often ordinary and important, and we can't get lost in the maze we built? We should be masters of the times and machines, not slaves.
Ready, young man? Please raise your hand.
Wu Wen: A Brave Man in Life.
Life is like a road, we are passers-by, and we are always looking for our own life, although we may not know what it looks like and where the road is going. The desolation along the way occasionally makes people feel lonely and boring, but there will always be people firmly sitting in the front row of life. Ideals are like wild flowers on the roadside. They sway, but decorate the dreams of passers-by.
He is at the most brilliant and magnificent peak in the history of China. He lived in prosperous and troubled times, struggling stubbornly in dim lights and dreams, trying to get to the front row of life.
He was very successful as a teenager and spent a lot of money. The heart is higher than the sky, not the heroism of Lingyun. Does he compare himself to the carefree giant Peng? Up to Wan Li? In the face of sacred laughter? I am a madman in Chu. Who sang a crazy song to refute Confucius? . He is innocent and pure, a kind of white in the depths of his soul. He pretends to be a capable minister of saving the nation, but he never thought that the decay of the declining dynasty was pervasive. It is so confident, it is so firm. He compared himself to Zhu Maichen, and when he thought that he was appreciated, he couldn't help it? Laugh to your face and go out? And self-affirmation, like a child won the game? Are we Artemisia people? .
Of course, no one will describe him with chrysanthemum, he was born Peng.
However, God gave him one? Drunk grass scares a man? After showing off, one blow after another followed, and he knew that the Manchu civil servants only regarded him as a delicate and colorful vase. He is drunk and really doesn't want to wake up, or he has never been sober all his life. Finally, sing? Since God has given talents, let them be used! , spin one thousand silver, all back! ? He got the gold and returned, leaving the imperial capital Chang 'an. But he still refuses to admit defeat, and the front row of the life he has been pursuing seems to be in front of him forever.
How chic and respected it is? Immortality? He only talks after drinking? The son of heaven didn't get on the boat, calling himself Brewmaster? In front of the grave of an unknown drinker, tears poured down like rain, which should still brew the old spring. Who do you drink with without his company?
He loves nature deeply, too. Maybe he only stays with him once in a while after tasting innocent pain? Never tire of watching it? The scenery can comfort him. Or just in a dream? Tiger drum, Ceylon, back in the car, rows of fields like hemp, lined with fairy-like figures? The sight can amaze him. After all, there is no one like him in the world.
Gu Long was deeply impressed by this. He gave his characters a relaxed name, and Du Fu was deeply influenced by it and wrote a poem. A poem makes you cry? . He is so determined and wild, he confidently pursues the front row of life, and he never flinches when he is injured. Some people say he died of old age, others say he died of illness. I prefer him to be the dragon that enters the water every month.
Yes, he is a brave man sitting in the front row of life, a white star of China culture, and a violet that never touches mud.
That's Li in the heyday, and that's flawless white.
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This article is written by Li Bai, which can be regarded as a common theme in middle school students' compositions, but the author has written new ideas.
What is the title of the article? Sitting in the front row of life? , has its metaphorical meaning. ? There will always be determined people who will sit in the front row of life. Ideals are like wild flowers on the roadside. They sway, but decorate the dreams of passers-by. ? People who sit in the front row of life always devote themselves to life and pursue it unswervingly. They often have lofty ideals. Who is Li Bai? People sitting in the front row of life? .
By reading the full text, we can feel the author's familiarity and admiration for Li Taibai. His poems are handy and can be organically integrated into articles to serve them; He knows his inner world like the back of his hand and can explain it in beautiful and fluent language. In the limited space, how about creating a true, naive and stubborn image of Li Taibai? Li's heyday, white and flawless? It is also deeply rooted in the hearts of the people because of the author's true feelings.