Example of excellent work: Life Is Precious Three (6) Class Yan Zugang, hundreds of people worked hard for more than ten hours for a young life in a deep well; for the one-year-old child in their hands, the blind parents used their thin shoulders to We built a human ladder that is not afraid of mud and rocks; for the sleeping grandson in her arms, the seventy-year-old grandmother used her fragile back to form the greatest safe haven... For life, we are unyielding; for life, we remain as always. Because life is precious, precious life needs our care and deserves our care. Life is born from nature and is difficult and dangerous. Any slight change in the environment will cause life to die prematurely. Looking at the demise of many species, you can know how fragile life groups are. As far as individual life is concerned, it is even more weak and fragile, and it is easy to be harmed. Needless to say, mankind faces threats such as diseases and disasters. It is more difficult for small creatures to live in nature. But the power of life is shocking, even weak animals and plants are no exception. The tiny seeds cherish the gift from God and keep working hard. The roots drill down hard and the buds squeeze up. They are not afraid even in the hard rocks, just to accept the love of the breeze and the shower of the sun; A little ant does not waste its rare life in vain, working diligently and busily; the gecko in the corner will not hesitate to give up its tail in order to extend its life. These inconspicuous animals and plants could not bear the loss of life in vain, and fought hard to enjoy the joy of life and carried out an unyielding struggle. How can we, humans who claim to be the primates of all things, ignore the existence of life? Life is great, life is noble, no one gives up life easily. Everyone's heart is filled with the desire for life, both for healthy people and for people with physical disabilities. Healthy people work hard for a good body given by their parents, and disabled people work hard for their persistence in life. When we admire the stars in the sky and experience the magic of the universe, Hawking is exploring the unknown matter in the universe with his two fingers that can only move; when we are on the lake, rippled in the blue waves and breeze, Hasenmeier is in the deep Explore the mysteries of the earth at the bottom of the lake; when we open the book in our hands and appreciate a pleasing article, Zhang Haidi may be struggling to write down her desire for life on the bed; when we stop in the woods and look at the rustling trees in the autumn wind When the dead leaves were falling, Shi Tiesheng might have been immersed in his reverie about life. These incomplete lives work hard to live without regrets because they know that life is unyielding and precious. Montaigne once said: "Our life is gifted by nature, and it is extremely superior." Life is precious, and if we lose it, we will become nothing. But many living people do not cherish the right to live. They treat themselves casually and even trample on the lives of others: Chechnya explosions, Palestinian-Israeli conflicts, US military "torture of prisoners", water leakage in coal mines, house collapses, suicide after love, and deaths online... these are heavy The incident reminds us: life is so precious; life is worth cherishing! When you are breathing, when your heart is beating, please remember: life is precious, life is precious; caring for life plays the strongest note that touches the heart. The review article first outlines three shocking scenes of protecting life in concise words, thereby pointing out the value of life, and then uses citations, examples and contrastive arguments to reveal the fragility, struggle and persistence of life. , deeply clarified the meaning of cherishing life and caring for life. The full text is rich in material and the examples are accurate. Many sentences are concise and full of meaning, which are chewy and thought-provoking. In particular, the discussion of "the incomplete life strives for the persistence of life" is very exciting and poetic. Excellent article. What is slightly lacking is that the language in the fifth paragraph (that is, several examples of weak animals and plants) is not concise enough. Let the fire of life burn in the vast wilderness, stretching as far as the eye can see. When the ape-man walked out of the forest and embarked on his journey, was he at a loss? The road ahead was long, not to mention the tigers grinding their teeth and sucking blood, not to mention the greedy eyes of the giant snakes, the cold wind and ice rain alone were enough to make him miserable. However, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, bringing hope of life. Yes, that's it, fire! Fire is hope. With fire, humans have the basic power for survival and development. Using fire to drive away wild beasts and resist severe cold, human beings can survive; use fire to open up land, build homes, use fire to cook food, and bid farewell to unpalatable raw meat. With fire, human beings can develop and grow. Otherwise, how could there be such a civilized and prosperous earth as Shakespeare shouted in "Hamlet": "Man is the primate of the universe and the essence of all things!" Fire is the hope of mankind.

Hope is fire. Having hope in life is like having the warmth of fire, the vitality of fire, and the breath of fire. A life without hope is like a pool of ice water without vitality. It is cold, lifeless, and depressed all day long, because it does not have the existence of fire. What made Sima Qian endure the humiliation, go through countless hardships, travel across thousands of mountains and rivers, search for historical sites, collect information, and endure the cynicism of the world, and finally become "the historian's swan song, the rhymeless "Li Sao"" in "Historical Records" ? It is hope, the hope of "studying the relationship between heaven and man, understanding the changes of ancient and modern times, and becoming one family." What makes a mine worker try his best to survive while buried deep underground? It is hope, the hope of survival, like a fire that brings out the potential of life and taps out human instincts. After dozens of days of torture, the will is still strong, never giving up or retreating. What keeps Zhong Nanshan calm in the face of the raging SARS attacks? What makes the angels in white move forward bravely and face SARS head-on? It is hope, the hope that is sure to win, that will keep moving forward in the rapids and thorns. The charm of hope is that even in the face of adversity, it can inspire your inner potential. The great thing about hope is that even if you encounter misfortune, it can still inspire you to move forward. The power of hope is that it can inspire you to keep moving forward even if there are failures and setbacks. Hope is like a raging fire, igniting your life, allowing life to be reflected in burning, and showing true value in shining and heating. Then, please light the fire of your life, let the burning fire shine out your true self, illuminate your way forward, and let your life be eternal in creating truth, goodness and beauty! [Comment] This article is an exam-oriented essay based on the 2004 high school senior city quality inspection topic essay "Hot". The author derives the central argument from the great role of "fire" on mankind: Fire is the hope of mankind. Then three examples are used to demonstrate from different angles. Sima Qian used "fire" to ignite his ideals, mine workers used "fire" to ignite his desire to survive, and Zhong Nanshan used "fire" to ignite his belief in victory. The examples are real and extremely convincing. The discussion in the concluding paragraph deepens the central argument and gives people upward strength. (Contributed by Zhou Zhiteng, the excellent essay for the quality inspection of the third year of high school in Shude School in 2004) Zhu Yi, Class 6 (2), Mudu Experimental Primary School, I don’t know when I opened my sleepy eyes; I don’t know when I cried . But the surroundings are still hazy and dim... I know that the wet, muddy object is called soil; I know that I must use young leaves to break out of the soil. I pushed up with weak strength, and again and again, I tried hard, and again and again, I failed. Finally, I saw the dazzling golden light and heard the crisp chirping of birds. Looking at myself, covered in vibrant green, even though I am very small, I still smile with pride. But looking around, I saw pure white lilies standing gracefully, and delicate and exquisite roses exuding fragrance. I lowered my head in humiliation, realizing that I was so dim, so small and weak, so insignificant... Like the green pines and cypresses, I released oxygen and absorbed carbon dioxide, making the air fresh and pure. But people just kept praising the green pines and cypresses. I couldn't be favored, and all I got was the passing glance. In autumn, the falling leaves are full of sadness, and I also become withered and yellow. I recall the past: I used my green body to embellish the earth and set off the flowers; I used my weak body to purify the air. I dedicated my inconspicuous body and my short life to mankind silently, but What did you get? At this time, a sweet voice sounded in my ears: "Look, how cute the grass is! How tenacious the vitality is!" My heart was refreshed, and it turned out that I was as rich and fresh as a pool of clear water, and I was as fresh as flowers and green trees. I have also received appreciation from people for my dedication to the earth. A burst of relief came to my heart, my life was also so brilliant. Although I am gradually drying up and disappearing, in the spring of the coming year, I will still be green, still cute, still dedicated silently, still without regrets... The entire review uses personification to show us a weak and tenacious life. The unyielding vitality and lofty ideological realm make people alert and inspiring after reading it. Note: This article was published in the April 2002 issue of "Read, Read, Write and Write". The Song of Life I Want to Sing a Song is a song of life. July 7, 2003, 4:30. I hurriedly took out the "Xinmin Evening News" from the mailbox, just like in the past. Although the exam was approaching, reading the newspaper was still a habit of mine for many years. His eyes crossed the first page, the second page,...the fifteenth page.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up: Iranian conjoined sisters want to undergo surgery to separate their heads! With a scream, the photos of these sisters came into my eyes. Except for part of their skulls connected together, they were no different from ordinary people. They were just two pairs of bright, slightly melancholy eyes full of hope for the future. yearning. When I learned that they were 29 years old, I was shocked again: Where do they have such courage? This surgery is a life-saving operation! I'm really worried about them. Faced with the threat of death, both sisters are willing to leave the hope of life to each other. What a beautiful soul this is! July 8th. After getting the newspaper, I broke my routine and turned directly to page fifteen. From my inference, this news should be reported continuously. As expected, this news was published on almost the entire page. However, the eye-catching headline gave me a chill: Surgery is in trouble! I felt as if the air around me had solidified, and I could only hear my own heartbeat. It turned out that their skulls were thicker than expected, so the surgery took longer, and the doctors could only cut millimeter by millimeter. I was simply more scared than they were. All I could do was pray for them, and pray again. July 9th. As soon as the time came, I hurried downstairs, quickly took out the newspaper, and couldn't wait to turn to page fifteen. "Ah, how could this happen!" I yelled, almost not believing my eyes. But the news of the sisters' death was clearly written in the newspaper. Suddenly, my nose became sore, and my cheeks were covered with crystal tears. The photos of the two sisters were enlarged and published in the newspaper, but their smiles have become an eternity... The Liantou sisters have overcome the difficulties in the past thirty years. All kinds of difficulties and scenes of tenacious life flashed before my eyes quickly. Now, what a huge price they have paid for a brighter tomorrow! I really want to sing a song for these sisters, a beautiful and sad song sung with tears in my eyes. While I am proud of them for living such a gorgeous life movement, I wish them well on their way to heaven. . Perhaps, this is also the song that people all over the world who know these sisters want to sing the most. This is a song about pursuing life at a cost... The Bamboo of Life Author: Liu Gewei When the long spring breeze blows the green willows Branches, when the sweet spring rain moistens the eyebrows of the grass, the bamboo forest is full of fluffy pointed tails____that are bamboo shoots. They nestle next to the tall and delicate bamboos, absorb the rain as much as they can, and work hard to grow up. At this time, bamboo shoots are a delicacy on the dining table. People can make them into various delicacies and enjoy them to their heart's content. The bamboo shoots continue to grow, reaching a height every day. The bamboos at this time are brave in giving and are growing vigorously. Summer God came, and the bamboo shoots grew into emerald green bamboo. In this hot midsummer, people who were breathless from the heat found their ideal little world____ Bamboo Forest. Children played games here, and students read books here. The old people enjoy the cool here, and everyone feels extremely comfortable. The dense bamboo leaves block the hot sun. Even though they are burned by the sun, they will not give in. Occasionally, they will also send bursts of cool wind to people. Bamboo is helpful. In autumn, the leaves wither and fall, and flowers are even rarer. The grass on the ground and the rice in the fields form a golden world. However, in the bamboo forest, spring is still full of joy, because here, no matter what Whether you look up or down, what you see is always green. Autumn is the season of harvest. The fruits on the mountains and the rice in the fields are all harvested; and bamboos are always ready to sacrifice and dedicate themselves. People use them to weave bamboo baskets. Bamboo beds and bamboo baskets are selfless and dedicated. The cold winter is coming, and almost all plants succumb to the force of the cold. Although bamboo is not as strong as pine, it has to fight the wind and snow like pine. , it was weighed down by the heavy snow, but it did not fall. It was bent by the cold wind, but never gave in. It finally defeated the severe winter. At this time, the bamboo was tenacious and unyielding. I love bamboo, it has always attracted me and guided me. My unyielding spirit guides me to keep moving forward. Example of essay on "Life" topic Zhang Guangxiang read the following text and essay as required: Not long ago, at the Australian Open, a little bird suddenly flew into the field and was blown away by it. The tennis player who hit the birdie immediately stopped the game, ran to the bird and knelt down on his knees... A 75-year-old Heilongjiang man used a tricycle he modified to drive his 101-year-old mother out of his hometown and traveled all over the country. I traveled to most of China just to let my mother and myself see more of this beautiful world during my pregnancy. People have different understandings and behaviors in front of life. Please write an article on the topic of "life".

The content written must be within the scope of "life". What is the meaning of wonderful life? The Creator created life and made the world dynamic. Life has multiplied in the long river of history and bloomed with dazzling brilliance. Life has existed for the sake of excitement since its birth. Seneca said: "Life is like a fable, its value is not in its length, but in its content." Only when life is radiant can it live up to its meaning. Throughout history, countless heroes and martyrs have made life-and-death choices in order to make their lives wonderful. Qu Yuan threw himself into the River of Tears in order to make his life wonderful; the great hero Jing Ke, in order to make his life wonderful, spilled his blood in the Xianyang Palace by chanting "The wind is rustling and the water is cold, and a strong man never comes back"; "Since ancient times, no one has left a loyal heart to shine through." Wen Tianxiang, who has been famous for generations, lay down under the Mongolian sword for the wonderful life; The splendor of life was destroyed by the knife of a clear dog. Countless heroic sons and daughters are unwilling to be ordinary and sacrifice their lives for righteousness, making their lives shine with dazzling light. Life needs to be wonderful, and wonderful things burn out the brilliance of life. Pasteur said: "Life is real life only in the most dangerous environment." Only when grass grows among the rubble can the splendor of its life be revealed; only when the pine trees stand on the cliffs can the splendor of its life be revealed; only when the camels run in the desert can the splendor of its life be revealed. Only wonderful lives can live forever in the universe. Only when life is meaningful can it be wonderful, and only when life is wonderful can it be meaningful. Van Gogh's life was integrated into the sunflowers, leaving the essence of art to mankind, and his life was wonderful; Beethoven dedicated his life to music, awakening mankind with the music of life, and his life was also wonderful; Marx gave him Kong Fansen dedicated his life to the people of Lankao, and his life is also wonderful... Ba Jin said: "A cold and lonely life is not as good as a cold and lonely life." Vibrantly. If life is meaningless, end it as soon as possible." The grass dedicates green to spring, making its life wonderful; the clear spring flows its sweetness into the heart of the thirsty, making its life wonderful; the red sun conveys its warmth to the cold The depth of winter makes its life wonderful. Flowers bloom not to wither, but to bear fruit, and to bear fruit, they are not to die, but to be reborn. The same is true for life! Make life wonderful! The flowers on the other shore that Xie Juan saw were extinguished and disappeared. I remember them. I am standing at the end of the world. I hear the soil sprouting, waiting for the flowers on the other side... Maybe everyone guards the flowers of life throughout their lives, maybe they are the passionate sunflowers in Van Gogh's paintings, maybe they are the bright fireworks that light up the night sky for a moment... But the flowers Always on the other side of life! They are always waiting for our arrival, waiting for the flowers to bloom, waiting...so, we call them the flowers of the other side. Kafka once designed four endings for the bound Prometheus: either hidden in a stone, or forgotten, or...but there was one ending he did not design: Prometheus stole fire for mankind, and the world was destroyed. Flowers blooming on the ground. When its liver was pecked by the condor, I thought his heart was happy and his life was complete, because they could hear the sound of flowers blooming! I think this is the true meaning of life, for the moment when the flowers bloom. However, our lives cannot be as full of legends as those of Lometheus, who used thick and colorful descriptions to let the flowers of the other shore bloom all over the earth. Human life still carries a soul, and the soul needs an outlet, so it is destined to not be perfect. Therefore, when we cross the height of life, we let our souls fly and listen to the sound of flowers blooming... Facing the rising sun, the flocks of flying birds, and the vast and infinite sea, we lament the beauty of life, the Creator. of kindness. While supporting an old man who is already in his twilight years, holding a pure newborn baby in his arms, and rejoicing at the knees of his parents, I also lament the preciousness of human family affection. In the face of loving partners who have supported each other through decades of ups and downs and walked through life's journey hand in hand, we sigh at the holiness and steadfastness of love... When our souls have the most beautiful emotions in the world, life will quietly sprout. When a flower blooms in our eyes, we will engrav it deeply in our hearts, slowly exuding a faint fragrance and tightly clasping the heartstrings. When we look back: the angel of love is standing on the branch, looking at The flowers of the other shore are in full bloom in our hearts... Because the flowers bloom, we are happy, and because of happiness, life is valuable. For life, we look for love, look for beautiful human emotions, and wait for the sound of flowers blooming... Facing life, flowers bloom on the other side.

Starting from the theory of life in ancient Chinese culture, Lu Jun seems to give people such a feeling, whether it is "Beheading is like a watermelon" in "Water Margin" or "kill them all" in "Journey to the West". Impression: Life in China, whether human or demon, is not valued that much, at least in some literary works. Mr. Huang Wenbing was extremely unlucky, but he wanted to get a small official position, so he sued Song Jiang and had him tied to a pillar and chopped up like a piece of Peking duck. When Wu Song killed Zhang Jiandu, he might have wanted to test his sword, so he beheaded all the people, big and small, carrying ashes and throwing urine, not to mention "beheading five thousand people" in "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". Is that life? Not as good as grass or grass. I think the work of Mr. Guan Hanqing, known as one of the "big tragedies in Chinese history", is not just the tragedy of the little woman. It's really sad: whether it was to sublimate the plot of the drama or to drink too much, Mr. Guan made a weak woman make such a vicious oath before she was executed, regardless of her pitiful life. It's enough to curse a few faint-hearted officials with "sores on their heads and pus on the soles of their feet", but there will be three feet of heavy snow and three years of drought. God, how many houses will be crushed and how many people will be hungry! But we turned a blind eye to the many lives lost due to cold and hunger, and talked loudly in class, analyzing how clever and finishing the plot was. Therefore, in the hearts of the Chinese people, life - mainly the enemy's, regardless of the enemy's love, rival, old enemy or class enemy - is worthless. This kind of thought permeates ancient times, modern times and even contemporary times. It seems to have been deeply imprinted in the minds of Chinese people, and it is mostly expressed through the hands of artists. The distant ones are like Huang Wenbing, Zhang Dulin and the thousands of unlucky ghosts in the Three Kingdoms; the close ones are like the "National Army" soldiers who were defeated in the movie "Southern and Northern War", or like pinching ants and getting beaten up in "Shangganling" American soldiers. When our blood is boiling, it is easy to forget one thing: life! The result, of course, is a vast body of literature depicting the destruction of life. In an "unprecedented" act, the artists went to extreme lengths to pick up "knives and guns" and stab their enemies. It has caused so many tragedies in which brothers are at war with each other, fathers and sons are at odds with each other, and couples are separated. I cannot list all the facts. Just like the trend of eating "cow ghosts and snake gods" at that time. Since people have become "cow ghosts and snake gods", they are no longer human beings. Life naturally does not matter. It is understandable to share it with everyone. At least that's what those holding firewood and setting up pots thought at the time. I remember that the college entrance examination essay question a few years ago was "Conquering Fragility." A considerable number of teachers changed the content to something like this: Both of my parents passed away not long before the exam...but I finally overcame my vulnerability and walked into the exam room. It seems that we cannot criticize the candidates harshly. Our predecessors have already made weak women swear poisonous oaths in order to exaggerate the artistic effect. Of course, today's candidates can send their parents to the crematorium on the test paper to win high scores. Flowers and Caterpillars Zhan Xinmei Someone once asked me: Which one are you more afraid of, flowers or caterpillars? I remember before answering the question, I burst out laughing at the fact that he would ask me such a stupid question. But it happened a year later. Thinking about it now, this issue is still worthy of my deep thought. Flowers are supernatural things known as the "soul of life". He has extraordinary temperament and charm. Every drop of rain and dew is willing to stick to its pink face. until dry. Every bee is willing to work for it all his life, and everyone will be inexplicably happy because of her beauty. Flowers have such charm, why should I be afraid of them? No one doesn't love flowers. There is no one who does not hate the caterpillar that gnaws on the flowers. Occasionally I would get creepy when I see a caterpillar committing crime under a leaf. At first glance, it looks disgusting, like a devil that devours beautiful souls. Everyone is afraid of such a devil, and I have no reason not to be afraid of it. Yes, I have always liked flowers and was afraid of Maomaozhong. But when I saw a caterpillar between people's fingers, I suddenly felt the terror of flowers, because I realized the fragility of life. In the blink of an eye, a life disappears from this world. The disappearance was not so disappointing, because what disappeared was a small enemy that I was afraid of. If it were a flower, as long as its petals fall gently, I would feel sad. I am afraid of the disappearance of caterpillars, just because it makes me feel the sadness of the decline of flowers, and also because it makes me feel the fragility of life. I don’t know why, but the caterpillar makes me extremely sad. Just because it brings flowers to the border of death? No, because it is as tragic as flowers. It can survive under the eyes of everyone with contempt, and it can do so without saying a word. This is the existence of life, and its death also represents the disappearance of a flower-like life.

In this way, the lives of flowers and caterpillars are lamentable. Their lives are also full of the brilliance of reason. Every life in the world is a flower. Whether they are humans, animals, or plants, their lives are tenacious and vulnerable. Life is like a delicate glass wine glass. They often cannot withstand the impact of natural disasters and man-made disasters, and are shattered into dazzling flowers all over the ground, each piece is transparent; life is also like a beautiful flower that cannot withstand the ravages of wind, frost, rain and snow, and withers into delicate beauty all over the ground, each piece is warm . Every life is fragile and precious. The caterpillar before it was alive made me afraid, but the caterpillar after it made me respect life. It broke the "invincible flower" life.