Meiwen plus appreciation 200 to 300 or so

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Chinese culture, out-of-print culture, we are late.

The sky, the clouds that flow the years. Is that fire still burning? The heart-wrenching beauty of the landscape solidifies into thorns, which are swollen, inflamed, and scarred in your throat.

After that, it became a shame that cannot be looked back. Splashes of blood and tears drench your palest soul. The wind gently swept over the heavy yellow robe.

Look, the smile outside the memory has no content. Chinese culture, out-of-print culture, we are late.

With a tearful voice, you whimpered a thousand times and ten thousand times, tossing and turning in the reckless aftermath of history. You are lovesick and looking at each other in eternity, and you are in this confused world, crying uncontrollably, tears falling slowly to the ground, sad and difficult to speak. Chinese culture, out-of-print culture, we are late.

The sound of the scurling sound hits your sour pain, a pair of women's hands lock up a collapsing dynasty, and a man accidentally loses half of the country. All struggles are in vain, life cannot bear the heavy pain of parting, and a dull despair envelops your fragile heart. Chinese culture, out-of-print culture, we are late.

Wind and rain for a thousand years, silence for a thousand years. Thy silent and melancholy soul trekked alone, and the poignant story flowed in the wind and in the water. Crossing the reckless horizon, flying over the tear-stained watch, sorrow came.

In the tunnel of time, groups of stonemasons, bending down, wielding chisels, chiseled a bloody story with one sword. everything, and chiseled a holy sadness. Chinese culture, out-of-print culture, you shed tears, shed blood, through thousands of years of wind and rain, but also shocked the vicissitudes of thousands of years.

Approaching you, there are no unfamiliar words that can modify your desolate gorgeousness, only the white hair is inserted in the tunnel of time, hunting and flamboyant. A nation that is proud of you. Approaching you, I can't interpret the code of your life.

But when I stopped, when I faced the silent you, I could always feel a kind of life impulse and power rolling. As I approached you, I realized that you were guiding us in the right direction. **, all blended with your history.

The sun and the moon shuttle, and the chronological order merges into your towering body.

Chinese culture, out-of-print culture, please stop your anger, stop your crying, stop your sadness, stop your confusion, because we are here. Rest assured, with us, your life will be brilliant again! Rest assured, with us, your spirit will be gorgeous!

Don't worry, with us, you who are out of print will never be out of print again!

Famous Teacher's Comment This masterpiece that has been thought about for thousands of years has two points worth learning: one is the extraordinary angle: if you don't know the history and classical culture, you can't write such a good article.

From this point of view, it takes courage, wisdom and talent to write about the topic of "sticking to the out-of-print culture", and the author clearly did it, and wrote it beautifully! Whether it is the fire in Afang Palace or the blood and tears by the Great Wall, although it is full of the bitterness of history, as Chinese descendants, how can we forget. The second is the unique emotion:

The essay can not only fully demonstrate the candidate's talent, but also show his inner adherence and love for traditional culture, which goes beyond the ordinary emotional category.

Just a beautiful essay should be at least 200 words. Is it only 100 words to appreciate it?

I also like to travel, because life is always too short, far away, maybe inadvertently close in front of me, I want to use my footsteps to walk in every corner of the world, use my eyes to read every scenery in the world, and then use my brain to weave a scene of colorful memories. I also like ......I also like ......Right!! I also like a lot, whatever it is, I believe they are all wonderful and positive.

Because they come from my heart, my soul. Who said that human beings are inherently good? We're all looking for something good.

So for a certain moment, I thought of the sunflower, which was big like a smiling face, very beautiful and sunny. In fact, they also have to go through the wind and rain, but in the end they still choose to face the sun and write into their lives. They understand that only by facing the sun can they be healthy and grow.

What about me? After a moment of silence, I knew the answer: I want to live like a sunflower.

The song "I Want to Fly" sounded slowly: everyone is in the sea of people, it always makes no sense to meet, after making a mistake, say sorry softly, it doesn't matter, no matter what you lose, there is no trace, every time you let the tears flow back to your heart, to irrigate your dreams and make miracles. What I want to be strong is not anyone's shoulder, the embrace is a place that cannot be stayed, the world is in a hurry as crowded as it is, and I applaud myself with all my lonely time.

I want to fly not by wings, freedom is an irreplaceable distance, with the loneliness of the journey to harvest growth, until I meet you and share ...... with you

"Walking in the Reeds" is an article written by Kangqiao about the Panjin Wetland in Liaoning Province, in which the poet personifies the crane in the first person, so that the scene of the reed and the crane falling in love with each other is vividly and vividly expressed.

In the eyes of the crane, the reed is open, with a loving and gentle husband, the red-crowned crane, the white-headed crane, the white-naped crane, the white crane, the gray crane, the wild goose, the black-billed gull ......The common lover of all birds is the common home of all birds.

All the wetland-loving birds from all over the world are willing to fly here to ......

In spring after spring, cranes flew, gulls flew, reed warblers flew, and reeds swung again and again to open tolerant arms to the returning birds; Before the arrival of winter, after the birds soar south, the reeds swing in the wind and snow to guard the cold beachhead of Bohai Bay.

Reeds are not old! This is not only the praise of the crane to the reeds, but also the poet's humanistic care for the Panjin wetland.

Therefore, in the late autumn, at the moment when the reeds are falling, the poet sings infinitely and affectionately: the reed has no sorrow, it pours out to every step with the song in the blood.

Yes, we heard, heard the singing of the crane, heard the love of the crane.

Walking in the Reeds awakens people's love for the protection of wetlands and the love of cranes and birds.

Freely! What a catchy phrase these two words are! The older generation often talks about these things:

You children are so happy, we only asked for three meals to eat and clothe in those years, which is like you now, everything is famous. These words are of course reasonable, but after the merciless baptism of history and time, we are now like birds in a cage, looking at the outside world, and the exams that come one after another all day make us lose the opportunity to enjoy our childhood. As the song goes:

I'm a little bird, I want to fly but I can't fly ......”

I'm going to fly higher".

In the face of continuous social reform and progress, there are more and more talents in the society. Parents are constantly demanding of their children in order to adapt their children to society. The concept of "Jackie Chan" is also for the sake of children.

But if it is too strict, it will only: "I hope that the son will become a dragon, and the child will become a worm." "I once looked at a survey that showed what a child did in a day and what a child did in a day.

In contrast, the pressure on children now is 4 times greater than that of children before; On the contrary, today's children have less entertainment in a day than their former children25 How can I not yearn for that desirable freedom in the face of unforgiving data? I'm going to fly higher".Fly higher ......”

Freely! To be free is to be freed from bondage; To be free means to fly in the sky. Freely!

I crave freedom. When Jane Eyre said, "We are equal, I am not an emotionless machine", I learned self-esteem as a woman; When Pe Duofei said:

If it is for the sake of freedom, both can be thrown", I learned the value of being a human being; When Lu Xun said: "If you don't explode in silence, you will perish in silence", I understood the spirit of resistance that people should have; When Browning said, "Take away love, and the world will become a grave," I learned how important it is to give love to others.

The story in "Jia Jie's Fairy Tale" is good! Check it out!