The eternal paradise time flies in a hurry and stretches into a vast river. When I, a latecomer, went boating against the current, the distant history unfolded like a picture along its coast. I saw a beautiful paradise, where the deeds of benevolent people were branded, filled with the laughter of benevolent people and echoed with the songs of wise men, which fascinated me. ...
Zhuge caolu
In the west and middle of Xiangyang city, the mountains are rolling and the forests are boundless. On the half slope of a high mountain with waterfalls and flowing springs, a simple hut is hidden in dense trees, which is very natural and fresh. With the thatched cottage in Gaogang, it is like a sail floating across the vast lake, and a flying geese flying over the distant sky. The thatched cottage has a master, like a flying fairy in a small hole and a dragon hidden in a shallow stream. Mr Zhuge lived here deeply, and the idle clouds and wild cranes sent away his quiet years. When he is away from home, the hut is the starting point of his happiness, wandering on a secluded path, stroking pines, listening to clear springs and enjoying the mountains and rivers; When he came back, the thatched cottage was the end of his happiness. He lit the blue light, tuned the pipa and recited the yellow scroll, occupying the elegance of the ancient style. He reclaimed Long Mu without tyranny to interfere; He talks about military affairs and is often invited by friends. The thatched cottage is full of free air. He often sleeps until late in the morning, and when he wakes up, he narcissistically says, "I will know who dreams first all my life." The thatched cottage is his paradise. He lives in heaven and his goal is the world.
Tao Qian power
The setting sun crashed into Xunyang River, splashing the sunset glow all over the sky, making the river red as blood. In front of the door of an ordinary family by the river, a circle of sparse hedges is inserted obliquely. On the hedge in the east, chrysanthemums are blooming vigorously, like Zhang Tianzhen's little face, with a childish smile. Autumn wind gently swaying their graceful posture, floating with bursts of rich fragrance. Among the flowers, "Mr. May 6th" Tao Qian, with a thin face and slightly frosty temples, is leisurely picking Jin Ju. Sometimes he puts the petals on the tip of his nose and smells them, and infinite joy rises from his brow. Chrysanthemum is his companion, his pleasure and his life! Suddenly, he inadvertently raised his head and his eyes were touching the faint Nanshan. There are dense clouds and dense forests. Maybe there are people with similar interests who live in seclusion. "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely." He couldn't help singing. His idea is far away, far away. He forgot the hard life of "no shelter from the wind" and "short brown knot, numerous empty", and was content to be able to fly his nature in this land of Xiaotian. Suddenly, a pair of homing birds passed by him, and he felt at ease: "This makes sense. I want to argue and forget what I said." Dongli is his paradise. He is in heaven, but he is worried about the present situation.
Dongpo Chibi Ancient City
The river roared, rolled and ran eastward. Piles of snow waves, rolling and jumping, Malik galloping. The green hills on both sides of the strait are as steep as walls, ready for battle. Shan Ying hovers, and the river surges with the cliff. The sound of mountains and water is like a landscape painting with music. In the middle of the river, a boat was bumping and speeding in the rapids. At the bow of the boat, Dongpo lay man was sitting, wearing a crown and a full face of beard. His eyes reflected joy, and his chest surged boldly. Thank God for pushing him to the ancient battlefield of Chibi, so that he can stay away from the noise of the world, feel the magnificence of the mountains and listen to the majestic sound of the waves. The ship is like an arrow, as light as a swallow, as if flying. Pointing to the mountains and rivers, he raised his wine and sang: "Return to Xi Lan's oars and strike the sky to shine back." He thought for thousands of years, relying on the hero: "When thinking of Gong Jin, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, and the feather fan wore a black scarf, and it was gone." He fully demonstrated his broad-mindedness in front of the river. His soul is sublimating, just like the bright moon on the river. So, he sighed: "Life is like a dream, and it's still a month in a blink of an eye." Chibi is his paradise. He is in the amusement park, and his feelings are ancient and modern.
My thoughts flew out of the paradise of the ancients, and I felt the purification of my soul. They made me understand that the paradise with beautiful spirit is eternal. They let me know: how to have such a paradise and get the meaning of life through persistence.
Brief comments:
This paper depicts the three paradise of the ancients in a broad field of vision with a virtual pen and a large lens, showing their lofty spiritual quality and revealing an atmosphere in the author's chest, with novel ideas and profound themes. The main part uses three subheadings to expand the context side by side, which is rigorous in structure and meticulous in thinking. The whole article is full of emotion, beautiful language and strong artistic appeal, which can be called a masterpiece in the examination room.
Listening to the singing of running water, the sky is crying, and the water drops on the ground are happily gathered together, so there is me-running water. Close your eyes and listen quietly. Do you hear the sound of running water singing? ...
I sang all the way across the plain. I don't envy the towering mountains, nor the quiet lakes and mountains, because I have a flowing life. I don't look up at the powerful wings of the eagle, nor lament the speed of the cheetah, because I know I am small, but I am not small. Look! Peach blossoms on the shore comb themselves with a smile in the clear water; Liu Yang, nourished by me, rolled up his sleeves and flew; The fish in my body are playing happily. Life is red because of me. On the endless plain, I sang loudly, watching the rolling clouds in the sky and watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court.
Faced with the obstacles of high mountains, I don't feel sad, nor do I complain about the injustice of fate. On the contrary, I smile and play a passionate movement, and there will always be ups and downs in life. Listen! It was Qu Yuan who sang loudly and wrote Li Sao, which is immortal. "Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines on history." Wen Tianxiang sang his unyielding spirit beside the long river of history; Li Bai abandoned fame and fortune, and his ambition of "breaking the waves and making and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea" was engraved in the long river of history. Those dangerous mountains can only block my way forward, but they can't stop my progress. I was not discouraged or disappointed. I won towards the distant all the way. ...
"The fallen petal is intentional, but the flowing water is ruthless", and the fallen petal whispers in my ear. I said, "Please follow my path, and you will understand that running water is not heartless, but takes you to a wider world. The meteor that crossed in the night sky was only a moment, but it passed through the fiery atmosphere, burned its own life, and gave it selflessly to the earth, so it built eternity. " Don't believe it, I smiled happily and continued to flow forward.
In the distance, I heard the choppy call of the sea. I sang loudly and said to the fallen flower, "Look! I took you to heaven. " I packed my bags and threw myself bravely into the arms of the sea. Falling flowers can't help but sigh: "A flowing water that sings because of life has merged into an ocean of life!"
Comments:
Listen to the running water: singing, we heard it; Life is bright red because of running water, small but not small; Despite the barrier of mountains, the running water still smiles and rises and falls, singing all the way; The water is flowing away, not heartless, just to find the paradise of life. The little author heard philosophy and truth from the sound of running water, and his opinions were wise and original. What is more commendable is the atmosphere conceived in this paper. Based on the careful observation of the spirit of flowing water, the little author wrote it with a pen, quoting classics, and it was logical. Articles are always filled with high-spirited enthusiasm and have a strong appeal.