The Endless Source of Su Shi's Creation

Su Shi is an open-minded person who likes to travel around the mountains. Whenever Su Shi went to a secluded place, he opened his mind, walked into the deep mountains and walked down the river beach, looking for a relief. It's better to look for a relief than to travel around. In the mountains and rivers, he saw not only beauty and silence, but also the sustenance in his heart and his own thoughts. Constantly thinking about the problems of life, let him forget or temporarily suffer.

He likes to make friends, no matter where he was born, he is very childlike. Wherever he was exiled, he would find friends everywhere, from farmers to literati to chivalrous men. Many friends came to Hainan not far from Wan Li to look for him. This shows that he is still childlike. Making friends cares about trust, and he trusts his friends without suspicion. Deep friend trust and love. Therefore, when he is in danger again, there are always many people to help him, and he can live a hard life happily.

He was the most outstanding litterateur in Song Dynasty, and made unique achievements in poetry, ci, prose, calligraphy, painting and literary theory. His prose is unrestrained and fluent, his poems are fresh and vigorous, he makes good use of exaggerated metaphors and has a unique style in artistic expression.

He is Su Dongpo.

Su Dongpo in my eyes.

B. Endless family composition

Affection is a wonderful force; Affection is a topic that will never fade; Affection is old wine, sweet and mellow; It is a famous painting handed down from ancient times, exquisite and meaningful, classic and old songs, gentle and sincere; This is a precious silk, delicate and smooth. ...

Affection is the affection between relatives, love, maternal love, fatherly love, brotherly love, affection, and the love of the elders for the younger generation. ...

Please write an article of no less than 600 words on the topic of "family".

Reflections on the examination of questions;

After reading such a passage, my heart was firmly grasped. When describing feelings, people can find many beautiful and meaningful words. Although the power of words is infinite, in this case, I thought of a story: during the Tangshan earthquake, a family of three was buried in a collapsed house, and the mother was killed on the spot, while the father and nine-year-old son were trapped a few meters away, surrounded by darkness. Dad chatted with his son, told him jokes, encouraged him and told him that someone would come to save them soon, so his son gradually calmed down and the noise outside fell into silence, but his voice never stopped. After 37 hours, the two were rescued, and the rescue team rescued his son first. However, when the father who was 5 meters away from his son was rescued, everyone was shocked: the father who had been encouraging and comforting his son with words was pressed from his right shoulder to his right leg by a heavy cement column. He's bloody and unrecognizable. After digging it out, he said nothing but watched his son die.

This is a story I heard. Although I don't know if this miracle has ever happened before, this kind of affection that lasted for 37 hours to protect my son really overcame my feelings.

We are too ordinary and insignificant in life. Perhaps it is this quiet life that makes us ignore the feeling that haunts us all the time and penetrates into our bones and bodies! Accustomed to the careful care of parents, accustomed to the selfless comity of my brother, accustomed to the loving eyes of my grandfather. ...

How do unmoved people feel about life? How can people who are unmoved ponder life? How can unmoved people create a better life? Perhaps the family story around you and me is not vigorous, but it must have touched the most emotional chord in my heart at a certain moment, write it down and let it touch more people. This is the purpose of writing.

Writing instruction:

Do you find writing not difficult? Do you have the desire to start writing at once? Don't worry, it's natural to write your true feelings, but don't digress. Read a few articles first and see what's wrong.

C.400-word composition "Endless Parental Feelings"

A child couldn't bear to watch the butterfly struggle in the pupa, so he cut open the pupa shell. Unexpectedly, the butterfly was bloated, its wings shriveled, and it couldn't fly at all, so it died soon.

Butterflies have to struggle in pain until their wings are strong before they can fly high. The improper love of human beings has become a grave to bury them. Butterflies are like this, and so are teenagers. Parents' doting is like a pair of cruel scissors, which will only kill the child and make him never take off. As the famous poet Wang Guozhen said, "Love, if you are afraid of it, it is also a kind of harm." There are many precedents of doting in history. Zhong Yong was able to write poetry at the age of five, but he was praised and loved by his parents and everyone, and eventually "disappeared from everyone"; King Wuling of Zhao indulged his son and was eventually starved to death by his unfilial son. Emperor Wu of Jin indulged his son in extravagance, but after his son succeeded to the throne, the Western Jin Dynasty perished. Whether it is Zhong Yongzhi's "injury", Zhao Wuling's "sadness" or the "decline" of the Western Jin Dynasty, it is the evil result of his indulgence. "Pet" is a dragon under the treasure cover, and can't take off!

On the contrary, being strict with children will not only do no harm to children, but also benefit their growth. When Wang Xizhi was a child, his father taught him to write calligraphy, which was very strict. As a result, Wang Xizhi finally became a hundred-generation book post. Zeng Guofan's family rules are strict, he has received a good education and is well-known. Barton's father asked him to study hard every morning and build an all-round character ... You know these parents don't love their children, because they know that doting is not the right love, and doting will only bring harm.

Sadly, some parents nowadays don't understand this truth. The child pretends that this is innocent and lovely; The child is extravagant and says that he will make a lot of money in the future; Children talk wildly and say that they have great ambitions; If children want to pick the moon, these parents can go to the ladder. As everyone knows, doing so will only make children arrogant, laissez-faire, ignorant of their age and lack of collective concept. The "little emperor" who loves so much will be a "bad king" who misses himself, his home and his country in the future!

It is beyond reproach that parents love their children. But this love should not be a cage, a honey pot or a safe. It should only be the stern eyes of parents when children indulge, the frequent exhortations of parents when children are lazy, and the inculcation of parents when children make mistakes ... because only in this way can butterflies in pupae fly and naive teenagers grow up; Only in this way, love is not a kind of harm.

D. A perfect composition tells how desolate the world is.

Raindrops appreciate the sea, because the sea makes it never dry up; Flowers appreciate the green leaves, because they set it off so brightly; Birds are grateful for the blue sky, because when the blue sky lets them fly freely, plants and animals in nature still know how to be grateful. So, shouldn't we learn to be grateful and always be grateful? But many times, we missed it. Maybe we don't know what gratitude is at all. "It rains one after another during the Qingming Festival" is really a poem for the occasion. On a blue day, rain keeps falling from the clouds, just like us at this time, full of haze. With the slightest hint of spring, I came to the grave of my ancestors. Look at the people in the bright photos who are still laughing after ten years, and look at the people burning incense around them. Suddenly feel very bitter. Man, why don't you repay them before you die? Only after death can we discover the value of life. Maybe it's too late when you really understand the meaning of death, feel scared and try your best to make up for it. People's life is limited, whether they are themselves or others, they will eventually leave. Don't have regrets in your heart, and don't let those who love you have regrets. We all have too much gratitude to express. If we don't hurry, it may be too late. Now say thank you to your parents, thank them for their kindness to you, and thank them for their hard work. Write another letter thanking your former teachers for their knowledge. Thanks again for leading you and helping your friends. Even a small thank you is enough for them to rekindle the helpful hot pillow. Finally, thank the person who wrote a good article or said a good word. As the saying goes, a word with you is better than studying for ten years. Thank you. Why be stingy? Thanksgiving, why just stay in your mouth? Let's walk into our hearts with gratitude! Let gratitude dispel the bitterness in your heart and let gratitude wash away all the dust in your heart. Know how to be grateful, learn to be grateful, and everyone has unlimited happiness. Have you learned?

E. Please write a composition on the topic "Endless Back".

People can choose to change the dark background, but they can't choose its appearance, just as some people can enter this world, but no one can forget it.

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The light is sinking, shouting on the horizon, and finally buried in the black overlap, sad, sad and desolate.

Sunset, crows, frost all over the sky.

The sunset becomes eternal, and the clouds are quietly dyed black; In the distance, there seems to be a crow. Flowers fly all over first frost, which is fascinating.

In this dark background, a red dress accompanied by an elegy confused a king and subverted a country. He said that if she turned to smile, there were a hundred spells, and the sixth house was colorless; He said, "Eat, drink, and be merry." So Zhou Wang fell in love with the wine pool. As a result, the court became fatuous; As a result, countless people complained bitterly. He couldn't escape from the dark background, but fell down. Finally, he was spurned by the world and lost in the maze set by lewdness. Once he went in, he never came back. And a generation of prosperous times, with a flick of a finger, is gone! !

F.600 words of endless family composition

When I was a child, I snuggled in my mother's arms and asked, "Mom, if one day I become a golden flower and grow on a tree to play, will you know me?" Mom smiled and touched my forehead and nodded. I knew at that moment that my mother's love for me would never be laid off.

Cold wind and heavy rain. My mother raised me. The wrinkles on his face bear traces of years. I was born like a beggar, begging my mother for selfless love.

I remember the first time I saw my mother on a long trip in the park. My mother kept telling me at home: "Be careful on the road and don't talk to strangers casually." When I arrived at the station, my mother held me tightly with her rough hands. My teenage child looks naive under the care of his mother.

After buying the tickets, my mother and I came to the bus together. My mother quickly found my seat and kept tidying it up with the towel she carried with her. You can see the black and white on the side of mom's old black hair from the side. I can't count the wrinkles on my face After arranging the seats, my mother saw my favorite mango opposite the station and said to me, "Wait a minute, I'll buy you some mangoes." I want to go because my mother has inconvenient legs and feet. But my mother insisted, so I had to obey.

Through the window, I saw a mango stand opposite the station. I found my mother in the vast sea of people. Looking behind my mother, I found that her back was hunched, and her dress couldn't keep up with those young trends. Suddenly I feel that my mother is really old.

Watching my mother limp to the opposite booth. From a distance, I can vaguely see that my mother has searched all the mangoes for me, which is really one in a hundred. After picking out some of the best mangoes for me, I hurried back. I know that only my mother can keep this kind of affection forever, and only my mother can keep this kind of affection forever.

After my mother returned to the station, I ran down from the car, quickly took the heavy mango from my mother and walked back to the car with my mother. After returning to the bus, my mother arranged everything for me and left the station. Through the window, I watched my mother's thin body gradually disappear into the sea of people, and tears flowed down with a "wow".

My mother experienced a cold wind, and the heavy rain made me grow up healthily. I will study hard and repay my mother's affection for me with my spring flowers.

G. There are endless words in the world.

In the distance, I saw a flower swaying gently in the breeze. This flower is very beautiful. Its slim figure and beautiful face are like a fairy. I was intoxicated, and at this moment, the flowers stopped moving, as if laughing at my daze just now.

Suddenly, my heart was full of an idea: Does this little flower have a dream, has it been suppressed by dreams, and has it been tortured by ruthless tests? ...

When the spring breeze blows gently, it slowly stretches and shakes, and its beauty and elegance attract countless butterflies and bees. Everyone is intoxicated with it and lingering for it. However, there are no visitors around, because they have no buds, let alone flowers. Now they are as common as grass. But they know that they are accumulating the essence of heaven and earth, waiting for the moment when it suddenly blooms.

I suddenly realized that the only dream of flowers is to produce beautiful flowers. What an ordinary and great dream it is! The flowering period of a flower is not long, but because life is short, this flower wants to leave a beautiful gift to the world before leaving. (article reading network: three smells)

Perhaps because of this, the flower will try to absorb water and sunlight, and it will persevere no matter the storm or the snow and ice. In this way, under the background of sunshine and the dancing of butterflies, it showed the most brilliant smile. For this proud moment, it dedicated its life.

Yes, dreams may be far away, or they may be brutally tried. But as long as there is a glimmer of hope, we must work hard to create miracles. Believe that persistence is the gift of success.

Dreams are actually seeds of hope. When we sow, we need the irrigation of faith, so that the most complete flowers will bloom. Otherwise, it doesn't even have a chance to germinate, and it can only be buried in the cold soil forever.

Under the setting sun, the flowers reflected the shadow of dreams and were dyed into bright red glow. In the breeze, flowers fluttered gently and butterflies danced. I can't help smiling at these flowers. ...

H. endless family constitutes wap.unjs

Although people think that maternal love is the most sincere and selfless feeling in the world, I think fatherly love is also a sincere and selfless feeling.

I found that there is a deep love for me behind your always serious face. I remember once, when you came back at eight o'clock in the evening, you saw me with a sad face, and you asked me what was wrong. I said, "I'm curious. I broke your watch. I can't fix it." I thought you would quarrel with me, but I didn't expect you to say kindly, "Never mind, go and wash and sleep, let me do it." I fell asleep after listening to you. In the middle of the night, I got up to go to the toilet, heard the voice of "Chen Wenjing", opened my hazy eyes, and saw that you were still sweating to fix your watch. Now I think: you will go to work tomorrow, how can you not go to bed early? I cried quietly, but I didn't expect such a small voice to be heard by you. You smiled and said, "I'll fix it right away." I rushed over to wipe my sweat and fan my fan.

I remember another time, I was fine at school. I was walking halfway when it suddenly rained heavily. You covered my head with clothes, but you caught a cold when you got home. I've always wanted to say, "Dad, I love you!" "

Fatherly love is as selfless as maternal love, and he

. Fatherly love is an unknown and intangible emotion, which can only be understood by those who are attentive.

Many people think maternal love is great. They always think so, but they ignore another kind of love that is greater than maternal love-fatherly love.

I want to say this because I want everyone to know the greatness of fatherly love again. Fatherly love is a kind of love that we don't understand, but when we fully understand the meaning of fatherly love, we understand everything. Fatherly love is great, how great it is. You can go and have a look. There are few articles about fatherly love in the composition book. Is it difficult to find this great love? No, anyone can realize that they are just a little harsh. Maybe you can't adapt to this kind of love. Slowly, I got used to it and understood it, so I understood the meaning of fatherly love. What kind of love is fatherly love? Words cannot express. Only you can know.

Where is the greatness of fatherly love? At this point, I can tell you clearly that father's love is strict with you, and sometimes even hits you. Don't think it's good that they hit you, they are also very sad. You are only hurt on the outside, but they are hurt on the inside. In short, I am tempering you. You must put up with it.

Fatherly love, an eternal topic, is worth exploring and discovering by each of us.

First, you don't have to wait until you grow up to write 800 words to be filial.

Time flies, I am 13 years old. Have I grown up? Open the treasure chest in my memory and look for some footprints left on my growth path.

I remember when I was still babbling, I began to yearn for growing up early. So I always like to imitate the words of my big brothers and sisters, and I prefer to imitate their actions, often constantly. Finally, one day, I can climb the small slope like them and stand on it and cheer happily. So I danced and said to my mother, "mom, mom, I'm grown up. I'm an adult." Mom laughed and said, "No, you haven't grown up yet." I'm disappointed. Later I tried to do more difficult movements and learn more difficult languages. One day I happily said to my mother, "Mom, I love you!"! Have I grown up now? " But my mother's answer was the same as last time, and I was still disappointed.

On the first day of kindergarten, almost all my partners were crying and kept calling for mom, but I didn't cry or cry at the window. It's not that I don't miss my mother, because I want to grow up quickly and be independent. After school, sitting on my mother's battery car, I said with extra confidence: "Mom! Today, the teacher said I was the best. Have I grown up now? " Mom paused for half a minute and said, "You haven't really grown up because you are too short." I am disappointed again.

On the day I signed up for the first grade, I was very happy: "Mom! I am a pupil now. Should I grow up now? " "Ha ha ha, my baby is a little taller." "What? Baby? Haven't I grown up yet? " Mother smiled and was speechless. I'm still disappointed!

In the third grade, I recited some famous sayings taught by my teacher to my mother and asked her if I had grown up. But my mother's answer this time made me even more disappointed. I don't understand why I have learned a lot, but I still haven't grown up.

Finally, I went to middle school. I asked my mother for the last time: "Dear mother! I am in junior high school, so don't say that I am a child in the future. " "You don't be angry, you really didn't grow up, because you didn't use practical actions to prove that you have grown up.

Practical action? I thought about it for a long time.

On the day of summer vacation, I met a blind man while crossing the street. He stopped at the sidewalk, his feet moved forward for a while, and then walked back. He listened to the sound of the car with his ears to judge the distance of the car. It's pathetic. I didn't think long. I broke away from my mother's wrist and walked to the blind, holding the hand of the blind grandfather and crossing the road together. Not to mention the passers-by at that time, even the drivers who stopped at the ecliptic line laughed. Can my mother praise me without laughing?

Oh! It turns out that when we grow up, we will not only climb mountains, speak English, not cry, nor know much knowledge, but help others and people in need. Helping others is the most basic condition for our growth.

Yeah! I finally grew up.

J.900 words inexhaustible maternal love composition

[900 words of inexhaustible maternal love composition] From the moment everyone is born, we will have a mother who loves us dearly and has 900 words of inexhaustible maternal love composition. When we got lost, our mother told us not to lose heart! When we are scolded by the teacher, we will cry. At this time, our mother is beside us to comfort us. It is this innate maternal love that gives us a compass to be a man.

I also have a mother who is very kind to me. Her kindness has blurred my vision and wetted my pillow countless times, so I love my mother.

I remember one early summer evening, I grew a lot of peas on my body, which was very painful. I told my mother, and her mother said, yo, my baby girl! A few pimples, it's okay! Her words relieved me, but after a few days, the pain of acne became more and more severe. I said angrily, Mom, I am so painful! My mother was impatient and had to take me to see a doctor on a rest day. I always describe my mother vividly in sweet dreams! How many ups and downs, cold wind and frost and snow. Mother, at the fork in the road of life, always pulls me onto the muddy and prickly path-although I stumble, I still move on. I once fell on the uneven dirt road, mom, never used those bony big hands to help me get up, always let me get up by myself! My mother is always happy when I climb here alone. Be brave, son, you fell down, got up, walked on, and then ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

From then on, mother is no longer imminent-because we all deserve the bright sun in our hearts!

Now, my mother is old, but she still shows her remaining afterglow to the fullest and bathes that love in us heartily. An old mother hides her sadness, just like a seed that doesn't germinate after a bumper harvest. Accompanied by a series of footsteps, my mother sent us up the winding mountain road again. He blessed us and deeply planted hope in our footprints.

Love, a brilliant prosperity, a warm and bright lamp. Once, I heard my classmates call me a baby without a father at school, and I cried. I ran out of the classroom, kept running, and ran aimlessly. I ran to my door, but it was open. In fact, we must tell our children the truth. The child has grown up. There is crying in it. I walked in, and my mother hugged me tightly ... She took me to the room and cried, son, in fact, you are not without a father. I followed the sound to a corner and found you there. I didn't want to find another burden, so I left, but not far away, your picture was reflected in my mind. I can't stand it. I ran back and adopted you. After that, I lived with you and didn't want to find a partner. therefore ...

I-tears-filled my eyes-this is my parents' love, although it is not a kiss. ...

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