In my sleep, I vaguely felt someone pushing me. "Who is it?" I asked in confusion, sitting up from my chair. "I, Moore."
A thin, deep boy voice. I quickly opened my eyes, and a boy of about eleven or twelve stood there, covered in moonlight, with purple skin and long brown hair hanging over his shoulders.
I was wondering who he was when he said, "My name is Moore. Can you listen to me? " Say that finish, perhaps afraid of my refusal, he bowed his head, and I could see that he was very upset in the moonlight. An unspeakable force prompted me to come to the river and sit down with him.
"My name is Moore." He sat down on the stone with his head down and repeated his name.
"You look a little sad." I tried to tell him, "If you have something to say, you might feel better."
Moore raised his head slightly and said in a low voice, "Actually, I am a horse." He turned to look at me. I look calm, but I'm not surprised. He straightened up and added, "I am a crimson swift horse."
His voice is getting louder and louder. "I was bought here by your neighbor half a month ago. He didn't know that I was a good horse and didn't give me enough food. He always wants to slap me and complain that I can't pull too much firewood. Lock me up with ordinary horses, and I will compete with them for everything.
My ideal is not to live in this cave, but to gallop on the grassland. You know, as a good horse, traveling thousands of miles every day is the greatest happiness. "
He was a little excited when he said this, so I patted him on the back. After a short rest, he continued: "I can race with the wind and play with white clouds." My master kept me in the shed all day, and it was useless to scold me.
Sadly, when he really wanted to visit his relatives by bike, he didn't even look at me. "Then he turned to me and said," Don't you believe it? I'll take you to the grassland one hundred miles away now. "
His words made me very excited. The prairie is usually reached by riding a pony for two days, but the scenery there is so beautiful that I often linger. I looked at him and nodded.
Sure enough, he became a mare. I patted the horse on the back and jumped on it gently. Yao Erran.
I was lying on the horse's back, and I only felt the wind whizzing by my ears, so Moore ran fast and steadily. I want to sleep in a daze. Just as I was asleep, Moore stopped. He told me to come down. When I opened my eyes, my favorite prairie was not far ahead. At this time, the day is still not bright. I played for a while, rode on Moore and went home at dawn.
Moore also returned to the stable. After dinner in the morning, I went out for a walk and passed by my neighbor's door, but I heard the sound of my master waving a whip. I looked into the door, and my master saw me and came up to me and said, "Alas, there are no more swift horses in this world!" " I can't even do ordinary work well, especially this one. I'm very stupid, I can't do anything well, and I still eat so many dishes. "
The master pointed a whip at a horse. Chestnut, brown horsehair, ah, this is Moore! Just as I was about to speak, Moore was whipped by his master and shouted to him to work. He also said: "There will never be a swift horse in this world!" "I saw a pearl-like tear in Moore's eyes. My heart suddenly pricked like a needle. I jumped out the door and went home. I really don't want to see Moore cry.
Night came again. I sat on the grass chair in the yard, squinting, hoping you could wake me up, chat with me and take me to the grassland, but I never saw you again. A few weeks later, I heard that Moore was injured by his master, who sent him to a quarry to move stones. Suddenly, Moore's face appeared in my mind, and a line of tears ran down his face ... I hope it will help you.
2. Expand the composition of "Ma Shuo" by 600 words. One night in the late spring and early summer of junior high school, I was lying on the straw chair outside the house, and everything was silent. In my sleep, I vaguely felt someone pushing me. "Who is it?" I asked in confusion, sitting up from my chair. "I, Moore." A thin, deep boy's voice. I quickly opened my eyes, and a boy of about eleven or twelve stood there, covered in moonlight, with purple skin and long brown hair hanging over his shoulders. I was wondering who he was when he said, "My name is Moore. Can you listen to me? " Say that finish, perhaps afraid of my refusal, he bowed his head, and I could see that he was very upset in the moonlight.
An unspeakable force prompted me to come to the river and sit down with him.
"My name is Moore." He sat down on the stone with his head down and repeated his name.
"You look a little sad." I tried to tell him, "If you have something to say, you might feel better."
Moore raised his head slightly and said in a low voice, "Actually, I am a horse." He turned to look at me. I look calm, but I'm not surprised. He straightened up and added, "I am a crimson swift horse."
His voice is getting louder and louder. "I was bought here by your neighbor half a month ago. He didn't know that I was a good horse and didn't give me enough food. He always wants to slap me and complain that I can't pull too much firewood. Lock me up with ordinary horses, and I will compete with them for everything. My ideal is not to live in this cave, but to gallop on the grassland. You know, as a first-class swift horse, traveling thousands of miles every day is the greatest happiness. " He was a little excited when he said this, so I patted him on the back.
After a short rest, he continued: "I can race with the wind and play with white clouds." My master kept me in the shed all day, and it was useless to scold me. It's sad that he really wants to ride his bike to visit his relatives, but he doesn't even look at me. " Then he turned to me and said, "Don't you believe it? I will take you to the grassland a hundred miles away now. " His words made me very excited. The prairie is usually reached by riding a pony for two days, but the scenery there is so beautiful that I often linger. I looked at him and nodded.
Sure enough, he became a mare. I patted the horse on the back and jumped on it gently. Yao Erran. I was lying on the horse's back, and I only felt the wind whizzing by my ears, so Moore ran fast and steadily. I want to sleep in a daze. Just as I was asleep, Moore stopped. He told me to come down. When I opened my eyes, my favorite prairie was not far ahead. At this time, the day is still not bright. I played for a while, rode on Moore and went home at dawn. Moore also returned to the stable.
After dinner in the morning, I went out for a walk and passed by my neighbor's door, but I heard the sound of my master waving a whip. I looked into the door, and my master saw me and came up to me and said, "Alas, there are no more swift horses in this world!" " I can't even do ordinary work well, especially this one. I'm very stupid, I can't do anything well, and I still eat so many dishes. "The master pointed a whip at a horse. Chestnut, brown horsehair, ah, this is Moore! Just as I was about to speak, Moore was whipped by his master and shouted to him to work. He also said: "There will never be a swift horse in this world!" "I saw a pearl-like tear in Moore's eyes. My heart suddenly pricked like a needle. I jumped out the door and went home. I really don't want to see Moore cry.
Night came again. I sat on the grass chair in the yard, squinting, hoping you could wake me up, chat with me and take me to the grassland, but I never saw you again.
A few weeks later, I heard that Moore was injured by his master, who sent him to a quarry to move stones. Suddenly, Moore's face appeared in my mind, and a line of tears ran down his face. ...
I hope it helps you.
3. Rewrite the title of the composition "Ma Shuo" My experience One night in late spring and early summer, I was lying on the straw chair outside the house, and everything was quiet. In my sleep, I vaguely felt someone pushing me. "Who is it?" I asked in confusion, E68A84E8a2ad32313335323631343130323136353332613665, and sat up from the chair. "I, Moore." A thin, deep boy's voice. I quickly opened my eyes, and a boy of about eleven or twelve stood there, covered in moonlight, with purple skin and long brown hair hanging over his shoulders. I was wondering who he was when he said, "My name is Moore. Can you listen to me? " Say that finish, perhaps afraid of my refusal, he bowed his head, and I could see that he was very upset in the moonlight.
An unspeakable force prompted me to come to the river and sit down with him.
"My name is Moore." He sat down on the stone with his head down and repeated his name.
"You look a little sad." I tried to tell him, "If you have something to say, you might feel better."
Moore raised his head slightly and said in a low voice, "Actually, I am a horse." He turned to look at me. I look calm, but I'm not surprised. He straightened up and added, "I am a crimson swift horse."
His voice is getting louder and louder. "I was bought here by your neighbor half a month ago. He didn't know that I was a good horse and didn't give me enough food. He always wants to slap me and complain that I can't carry too much firewood. Lock me up with ordinary horses, and I will compete with them for everything. My ideal is not to live in this cave, but to gallop on the grassland. You know, as a first-class swift horse, it is the greatest happiness to walk Wan Li Road every day. " He was a little excited when he said this, so I patted him on the back.
After a short rest, he continued: "I can race with the wind and play with white clouds." My master kept me in the shed all day, and it was useless to scold me. It's sad that he really wants to ride his bike to visit his relatives, but he doesn't even look at me. " Then he turned to me and said, "Don't you believe it? I will take you to the grassland a hundred miles away now. " His words made me very excited. The prairie is usually reached by riding a pony for two days, but the scenery there is so beautiful that I often linger. I looked at him and nodded.
Sure enough, he became a mare. I patted the horse on the back and jumped on it gently. Yao Erran. I was lying on the horse's back, and I just felt the wind whizzing by my ears, so Moore ran fast and steadily. I want to sleep in a daze. Just as I was asleep, Moore stopped. He told me to come down. When I opened my eyes, my favorite prairie was not far ahead. At this time, the day is still not bright. I played for a while, rode on Moore and went home at dawn. Moore also returned to the stable.
After dinner in the morning, I went out for a walk and passed by my neighbor's door, but I heard the sound of my master waving a whip. I looked into the door, and my master saw me and came up to me and said, "Alas, there are no more swift horses in this world!" " I can't even do ordinary work well, especially this one. I'm very stupid, I can't do anything well, and I still eat so many dishes. "The master pointed a whip at a horse. Chestnut, brown horsehair, ah, this is Moore! Just as I was about to speak, Moore was whipped by his master and shouted to him to work. He also said: "There will never be a swift horse in this world!" "I saw a pearl-like tear in Moore's eyes. My heart suddenly pricked like a needle. I jumped out the door and went home. I really don't want to see Moore cry.
Night came again. I sat on the grass chair in the yard, squinting, hoping you could wake me up, chat with me and take me to the grassland, but I never saw you again.
A few weeks later, I heard that Moore was injured by his master, who sent him to a quarry to move stones. Suddenly, Moore's face appeared in my mind, and a line of tears ran down his face. ...
The First Man in Ma Shuo rewrote the story in 600 words. Ma Shuo has a saying: "There is Bole in the world, and there is a swift horse. Maxima has it, Bole doesn't. " It depicts a "swift horse" with poor talent and hard ambition, and strongly condemns the behavior of not knowing, burying and destroying talents. This is especially true in real life, but we should learn to find Bole ourselves. You should show it as long as you have the ability. Jiang Taigong's fishing waiting can no longer meet the needs of society. "Where there is gold, there will be light." This is the mantra of a manager. But if gold is buried underground, who knows the light it gives off? So is this gold still meaningful? Unfortunately, the talent of maxima was buried by horse eaters. Ignorant horse eaters should bear most of the responsibility, which is an external factor. However, it is also a factor that Maxima did not take the initiative to show his talents, which is the internal factor of Maxima. Society has given talents a stage to display their instincts, created a fair, just and free competition society for talents, and made everyone win social status by relying on genuine talents and practical learning. The most important thing is to rely on yourself. If you are really talented, then you should show your grace and let Bole find you. The most popular TV programs in recent years, such as Super Girl and Chinese Dream, have paved the way for everyone. How many people with musical dreams and star dreams have achieved their goals through their own efforts? The most important thing is self-confidence and courage. In today's fierce competition, it is better to be a volunteer. If you don't have the courage and confidence to recommend yourself to everyone, then you have been indirectly eliminated by society. When it comes to selecting talents, people will inevitably think of the cultivation of education, and the two are closely related. China has had a traditional virtue since ancient times-modesty. Here, I don't think modesty is wrong, but if everyone is too modest and talented, then our country and society will have no future. Society will not progress any more. Therefore, I think that the most important thing to successfully cultivate generations of talents is to cultivate their self-confidence and courage, so that they dare to sell themselves to the society, so that their "swift horse" can be discovered by Bole and find their real place to use. If you are a swift horse, if you are a piece of gold buried deep underground, if you want to succeed, then please find Bole and "Maxima" yourself. Don't wait in vain. Our youth is short. Let's create a bright future for ourselves.
5. Rewrite the horse theory into a 500-word essay or narrative. "There is Bole in the world, and there is a swift horse. There are swift horses, but Bole is not always there. " Every horse wants to meet his own Bole, like yue longmen, a carp, who can become a swift horse and gallop freely. Excellent swift horse and excellent people together become a star in the historical sky and a blue flower in the long river of history. Wu Zhui
On the banks of the Wujiang River, the arrogant overlord, the overlord who pulls out the mountain and is in full bloom, holds a petite woman in both hands, stares at the East and is lost in thought. Next to him, is a loyal Wu Zhui. The siege awakened him, he was angry, he was sad, and he was helpless. He raised his sword, looked at the rising sun in Ran Ran, sighed deeply, and then fell down ... Wu Zhui screamed beside him, sad and powerful, but couldn't wake his master. The concubine is gone, and the rising sun in Ran Ran has already risen, running along the Wujiang River. The sun has never been so dazzling! Sweat and blood
"Western big yuan, bloody BMW, mane even money, great. Dawan is proud of sweat, its Ma Run is like blood, and it is like a national treasure. " However, Liang Wudi, who was overjoyed, failed to get his wish. In a rage, Li Guangli, commander of the Second Normal University, attacked Dawan. Smoke flies, horses bark, and birds don't fly. Outside Yumenguan, the spring breeze is not enough. How many heroes are drunk on the battlefield? The country was broken and won, but the blood and sweat were gone, and no one knew where it had gone. Perhaps with the disappearance of Dawan, I didn't take away a trace of glory and a trace of attachment, leaving people with a vigorous figure with reddish-brown hair. Rudy
Faced with the strange horse "Zhu Ke", Liu Bei resolutely chose it. He believes in fate. He will not be afraid of this strange horse for the rest of his life, and he will ride it calmly.
Tanxi in front, on the edge of the cliff, turbulent flow in front, and pursuers behind. The late Lord sighed, "Dear Lu! Lou. Today is a trouble for me! " Say that finish, Lu Yong jumped up and jumped over the rushing Tanxi. Liu Huangshu leaped over Tanxi. However, Lu did not get rid of the notoriety of "master". In the end, Pang Tong was "killed" in the phoenix slope. He died for Liu Bei, not only for Shiyuan, but also for his own life. This is fate? Red hare
"Lyu3 bu4, a horse is a red rabbit", but come to a bad end, the White Gate Tower, finally found his golden partner-Guan Yu after many twists and turns. "Beard a green robe, ride a red rabbit BMW, and hold the green dragon crescent moon flag". In this way, ten thousand enemies and swift horses complement each other and are invincible. However, the battle of Xiangyang was his last glimmer of glory and the last glory. If you lose Jingzhou, you will lose Maicheng. Breakthrough, ambush, capture, unyielding, sacrifice. Guan Gong's death made him feel desperate. He "starved to death" by not serving his new master, Pan Zhang. Together with Guan Gong, he became a symbol of loyalty.
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Maybe those swift horses will envy those poor horses, even wild horses. Xu, bad horses, wild horses and swift horses all belong to nature. Free riding is not just the patent of maxima. Next to Yinmaxi River and in front of Benmayuan, this is the life that a swift horse would dream of.
6. Extended Fable "Horse and Donkey" Once upon a time, there was a businessman who fed a big black horse and an honest donkey. This horse is plump and strong, full of vitality and great strength. Donkeys are also a good loader. One day, the businessman wanted to travel again, so he took the big black horse and the donkey. During the journey, there are many goods on the donkey's back, and the big black horse is a good loader. On the third day, the donkey panted and said to the horse, "Brother Ma, I'm a little tired. If you care about my life, help me share some burdens. " Hearing this, Ma thought: Why should I help you move things? Then he ignored the donkey and walked leisurely. After a while, the donkey begged the horse again, "Please! Brother Marco! Please. Help me carry a little burden on my body! I'm exhausted! " The horse was very unhappy when he heard these words. With a straight face, he shouted at the donkey, "Why should I carry it?" ? Damn it! Can't you recite it yourself? Can you recite it? Why do you want me to get it for you? What a slacker! "On the fourth day, the donkey was exhausted and finally fell dead on the road. So the owner put all the goods on the donkey's back, together with the skinned donkey, on the horse's back. The big black horse suddenly felt a heavy burden and couldn't help sighing: "Hey, I'm really unlucky! I deserve bad luck! Great. I didn't want to share more. I have all the goods on my back, and I have to add a skin! "This story tells us that helping others is helping yourself.
7. The First Man in Ma Shuo rewrote the story in 600 words. Ma Shuo has a saying: "There is Bole in the world, and there is a swift horse. Maxima has it, Bole doesn't. " It depicts a "swift horse" with no talent but great ambition, and strongly condemns the behavior of not knowing, burying and destroying talents.
In real life, especially nowadays, talents need to learn to express themselves. We need Bole, but we should learn to find Bole ourselves. As long as we are capable, we should show it. Fishing waiting in Jiang Taigong has not adapted to the needs of society.
"Gold shines everywhere." This is the mantra of a manager. But if gold is buried underground, who knows the light it gives off? So is this gold still meaningful?
Unfortunately, the talent of maxima was buried by horse eaters. Ignorant horse eaters should bear most of the responsibility, which is an external factor. However, it is also a factor that Maxima did not actively show his talents, which is the internal factor of Maxima itself.
Society has given talents a stage to display their instincts and created a fair, just and free talent competition society, so that everyone can win social status by learning from real talents. The most important thing is to rely on yourself. If you are a swift horse, if you are really talented, then show your grace and let Bole discover you. The most popular TV programs in recent years, such as Super Girl and Chinese Dream, have been spread out for everyone.
In today's fierce competition, it is better to recommend yourself and not show your talents. If you don't have the courage and confidence to recommend yourself to everyone, then you have been indirectly eliminated by society.
When it comes to selecting talents, people will inevitably think of the cultivation of education, and the two are closely related.
China has a traditional virtue-modesty since ancient times. Here, I don't think modesty is wrong, but if everyone is too modest and talented, then our country and society will have no future and society will not progress again.
Therefore, I think that the most important thing to successfully cultivate generations of talents is to cultivate their self-confidence and courage, so that they dare to sell themselves to the society, so that their "swift horse" can be discovered by Bole and find their real place to use.
If you are a swift horse, if you are a piece of gold buried deep underground, if you want to succeed, please find Bole and the "gold knower" yourself! Don't wait in vain. Our youth is short. Let's create a bright future for ourselves.
8. Ma said that if you rewrite 300 words, there will be Bole in the world, and then there will be a swift horse.
There are often swift horses, but Bole is not often. Therefore, even a very strong horse, in the hands of the groom, was only humiliated and died in the stable with ordinary horses. It's not called a maxima.
A horse that walks thousands of miles a day sometimes eats a stone of grain. People who feed horses don't know that they can walk thousands of miles a day, so they feed them as ordinary horses. Although such a horse has the ability to travel thousands of miles a day, it doesn't have enough to eat, so its talents and specialties won't be shown. If it is impossible to be on an equal footing with an ordinary horse, how can it be required to travel thousands of miles every day? Driving it doesn't follow the method of driving a swift horse, and feeding it can't be the best. It is called, but it can't understand its meaning. It just stood in front of it with a whip and said, "There is no swift horse in the world!" " Alas! Is there really no maxima? I'm afraid they really don't know maxima.