Essay on the topic of search original .

Forever romantic.

All people with romantic factors in their personalities can find a romantic mood in the spring flowers and autumn moons, and precipitate poetry and painting in the sun and moon shuttle.

Winter is coming, cold and dry. But I like it, because I can find the warmth in the cold, the hidden moisture in the dryness. The happy state of mind is also a kind of romance.

When the last trace of cold in winter turns into the smoke of dusk, printed on the back cover of the years, spring will come belatedly, bound on the cover of the season, the shyness of "the sun borrows the tender yellow and the first willows", the strong affection of "the distant invasion of the ancient road", and the brightness of "Spring Fantasy", it will become the romance found in the spring.

The warmest summer is coming, with impulse, with restlessness, making people sweat like rain, but they don't feel helpless, what rises in their hearts is the steaming of life, as if the soul has also been baptized. This kind of mood must be the romance I was looking for.

Summer is indeed fast, and in the blink of an eye, it gives way to a mature and stable autumn with a bit of depression. The harvest in autumn is not small. The large and small red lanterns hung on the branches, and the heavy golden rice ...... in the groundI couldn't resist walking barefoot on the terrier and running ...... the terrierHow nice it would be if I were in that picturesque valley at this time, where butterflies would still be on flowers, squirrels would be soaking up the sun, and time would seem to be asleep there, and then I would find a lot more romance, right?

What a fall!

The rain is coming! The spring rain is as expensive as oil, moisturizing the heart itching, I have to taste the taste of the rain, ho, just for that romance, the summer rain is surging from the sky, the whole world is like a steamer, shisha everywhere, I can only look at the rain and sigh when I plan to rush into the rainforest, I have to stretch out my hand to explore the hookah and the mist, oh, how cool! My romance mood.

The autumn rain is different again, thin, soft, the sycamore leaves stretched out their palms to take over the spirit of the heavenly kingdom, making a heart-wrenching and heartbreaking sound, so that Yi'an Jushi even shouted "the sycamore is more and drizzle", and the sentimentality at this time has become romantic. In fact, the residual lotus is not to be left behind, even Li Yishan has to stay "the residual lotus to listen to the sound of the rain", so the feelings are translated into the romance that jumps in my heart.

After looking for the four seasons, after looking for rainy days, I know that there are still places where I can pursue romance, I like this kind of pursuit, and the process of this pursuit is also a kind of romance!

Comment: Holding the sultry scenery in the four seasons, he writes a lot of romance, with delicate brushstrokes and fresh tone.

I like to seek, to look for sunshine, to find spring rain, to look for rainbows, to look for beauty, to find my freed mind.

During the day, I love to go to the suburbs alone, watch the sun, watch the sun, feel the sunshine bathing, warm, very caring. Sometimes I can look at the sun and see fascinated. It is to watch it quietly, to watch it caress the grass, to watch it kiss the flowers, to watch it praise the river, to watch it shine on the earth.

Looking at the transparent, golden sunlight, my body and mind were relaxed.

Oh, it's raining in the spring, and I came to the little pavilion to take shelter from the rain. I sit on a bench and watch it, watch it play with the grass, watch it play with the flowers, watch it race with the river, I not only watch the rain, I also listen to the rain, listen to the rain washing the earth, listen to the rain irrigating the fields, listen to the rain. Watching and listening, the spring rain has washed away the impetuousness and arrogance in my heart.

It was as if I had become a happy spring rain, moistening the earth.

After the rain, a beautiful rainbow appeared in the sky. I couldn't take my eyes off it and thought it was beautiful. At this time, two small birds flew up, which reminded me of "Niu Lang" and "Weaver Girl".

Rainbows are beautiful, but beautiful things always disappear the fastest. It didn't take long for the rainbow to disappear, the birds flew away, and the sky was blue again. Although the rainbow disappeared from the sky, it remained in my heart forever, because, classmate.

It is the most beautiful symbol of the beautiful friendship between countries. The rainbow is beautiful, everything in the world is beautiful: the blue sky, the mountains, the heart, the life.

Finding these beautiful things is one of the great joys of my life. Look for it, have it, enjoy it, all the loneliness, all the worries will disappear.

Seeking, seeking, while I searched, I released my innocent mind, which soared in the blue sky, like a bird, flying freely and freely, without any constraints.

Read the following prompts and write the required essays.

The French writer Victor Hugo once said: "Man can survive only with material; People, with ideals, can talk about life. ”

Do you understand the relationship between "survival" and "life"? Please write an article on this topic. The idea is self-determined, the style is self-chosen, and the topic is self-proposed, no less than 800 words.

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Hint] Hugo's famous quote is quoted in the topic material, the meaning of which is: the essential difference between man and animal is whether there is an ideal or not. This gives us at least two perspectives:

1. The importance of ideals to life; 2. How should people treat materials and ideals correctly in life. No matter which aspect of the center is established, it is necessary to think about the relationship between man and animals, the relationship between material life and spiritual life, and analyze it in depth, so as to get to the point.

"Seeking, seeking, seeking, cold, miserable, miserable. ”

Cangshan was speechless and didn't ask about the time. I was born to seek, to find the home of that spirit. I know that an ideal city has traveled through time and is whispering to me, and I am standing at a dazed crossing.

Where is it headed? "I looked for a place where the sound came from. Where is it headed?

It sounded again, heavy, pervasive like a cold wind, and made my delicate body tremble.

I'm looking. I told it.

It led me to meet you on the path I was looking for, those lonely souls buried under the mud of history. I know you're also seeking, looking for the home of the spirit.

That amorous time, please cross me, cross me to the yellowing spring and autumn. Confucius, on a dusty path, I saw you. At the age of sixty-three, you're still thin, and nine years of traveling around the world have exhausted your efforts, but you haven't been able to make a name for yourself.

Angry and forgetful of eating, happy to die, not knowing that old age is coming. You describe yourself with a smile. Even though the dust has changed your face, I know you've been looking for it all your life.

The ideal of "benevolent government" has been turned into sand in the crushing of the wheels of nine years, and you persist and search, so future generations, together with your Confucianism, remember your figure in the ancient road of the slanting sun.

That amorous time, please ferry me, ferry me to the distant Tang Dynasty. Du Fu, in that quiet and dilapidated thatched hall, I found you. Hardship and bitterness stained your temples like frost, and the continuous war and the embarrassment of life finally dragged the footprints of your life's search, but could not cover your blazing eyes.

There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, and the poor people in the world are happy. "I understand why those vicissitudes of tears are only looking at the peach blossom source in your dreams. The result of the search is the ruin of the country, and I see that you are tired.

The red maples fell like tears, staining the water of the moat red.

That amorous time, please cross me, cross me to the gloomy late Qing Dynasty. Wang Guowei, look at the lotus flowers in the pond of Tsinghua Garden, how gorgeous they bloom under the nourishment of your life. They say that your self-sinking "is a martyrdom, a corpse", and you have already said that

In the past fifty years, there is only one death, and when this happens, there is no more shame! "How do they know that you are not martyred by the Qing Dynasty but by the Qing culture. You are born for academics, you are pursuing a lifetime of academics, and finally you are dying for academics!

The Northern Expeditionary Army is like a bamboo in the "Drum Horn of All Directions", and you seem to see your ideals uprooted along with the symbol of the old Qing Dynasty. "Life and death are empty, and the country is paid by the east wind. "I stared at a pool of clear water in Kunming Lake, and I wanted to ask, Elder Wang, have you ever found the spiritual homeland?

I was still standing at the dazed crossing, and I saw people hurrying by. They're all looking for. Their destinations may be different, whether it is happiness, love, family, wealth, but I know that everything will eventually belong to their spiritual homeland.

Then I understood why it made me see that you are alone in your pursuit of the destiny of your life, and that your soul returns in search of it, and thus becomes immortal.

We're still looking. However, even if we find only a handful of dust from our spiritual homeland, it will consume our whole lives.

People are constantly innovating and discovering new things throughout their lives, so they are always looking for it.

Seeking is a kind of perseverance; Seeking, the lion is a kind of indescribable love; Seeking is an impulse triggered by a certain sense.

Confucius said: "If you are a threesome, you must have my teacher." "Confucius, an ancient sage, spent his whole life learning to find, looking for people who are better than him, and learning from him.

In the search, constantly improve their own cultural quality. Just like Li Shizhen's "Compendium of Materia Medica", if he hadn't personally searched for and tried various herbs, then he would not have let future generations develop rapidly in medicine. However, continuous persistence has created excellent characters.

If Mengzi's mother had not insisted on finding an environment suitable for Mencius to study, she would not have become a famous Confucian scholar for a long time. Sometimes, in the search, there is a trickle of care and love, which nourishes Mencius's soul when he was young. Looking for it is also a strong patriotic feeling.

Just as Qian Xuesen was successful in his studies abroad, he exhausted all kinds of methods, broke through obstacles, returned to the motherland, and dedicated what he had learned, which is a kind of patriotic feeling separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, without words to express, actions prove everything.

Xunsheng secretly asked who was playing, but the pipa stopped and was late. Bai Juyi heard a pipa sound at the head of the Xunyang River, so he went to ask who the player was. An intuition, an impulse, turns into a search.

In order to lead to the following, the poet is in a depressed mood while listening to the pipa, recalling his own experience and depression. Look for the ideal revenge for your own churn. "Looking for the cold, miserable and miserable.

Yi An's poems, with a little bit of sorrow, what she is looking for are not yellow flowers all over the ground, but the longing for her husband, which is a kind of melancholy and a kind of desolation.

And I, for a long time, was looking for a feeling. It is neither the warm care of being cared for, nor the overly sad longing that cannot be seen, but a kind of otherworldly success, a relief from bondage.

Busy, as if it is a human life; Seeking is the innate destiny of human beings. Only by constantly looking can there be innovation.

Look for touches.

Some people are moved by a cup of hot tea, an umbrella, a word, and a look; Some people are moved by the willows moving in spring, the leaves falling in autumn, the sunset reflecting red, and the pond water turning green. And I don't know what it means to be moved, because I haven't been moved. Someone told me to learn to move, otherwise I would be an indifferent person.

So I started looking for emotion.

Some sentimental people have told me that I should look for emotion in nature. So I came out into nature. In nature, I have seen natural selection, the survival of the fittest; I saw birth, old age, sickness and death, and the cycle repeatedly.

However, the only thing I felt about these things was, "You don't have to be moved, the world is like this." So, I gave up looking for emotion in nature.

Some people also told me that I should go to the middle branch of the society to find touch, and there will always be some things in the society that can move me, such as giving up my seat in the car and picking up some good people and good deeds; There are police cases to solve, criminals **; There are cases of mother and son reuniting and crying bitterly. However, these things give me the feeling that they are just "human feelings, and they don't need to be moved." So, I gave up looking for emotion in society.

I came to school again, and I saw the students' efforts to learn; the teacher's instruction to the student; The students in the class cheered after fighting for the honor of the class and winning the honor. I came to the class and saw my classmates helping each other; I saw the teacher teaching his own knowledge only so that the students could learn. Inexplicably, I also had a touch of inexplicable after seeing these things.

Eventually, I returned home and searched for so long that I couldn't seem to find anything. Then my mother came and kept shushing me. Then I remembered my mother's elated look when my grades improved; When my grades regressed, my mother hated the look of iron and steel; My mother's anxious look when I was sick.

Thinking of this, my heart was touched again. This time I understood, this is touching, it has always been with me, but I don't cherish it. After finding the touch, I have to learn to move, as someone said:

Learn to move, and life becomes great because of the nobility of the heart.

Seeking, always seeking, looking for the happiness of the past, so innocent, so simple, so lovely.

Seeking, always seeking, looking for the past solid, so warm, so touching, so nostalgic.

Seeking, always seeking, looking for my own roots, so difficult, so difficult, so wanting to give up.

I don't like dandelions, where they take root and grow on their own. And now I am like the rootless grass, I have been trying my best to grow, eager to bloom my own flowers, exude my own fragrance, but when I look down I find that I have lost my roots. I don't cry, I don't feel sad, I want to find my roots by myself!

Looking for the happiness I once had, the reality I once had.

Before, happiness was very close to me, but I was far from it, because I did not find it; Now, I am very close to happiness, but happiness is far from me.

Postscript: I have always missed the days in my hometown, running on the grass and shouting in the fields. At that time, it was the real self, and maybe this article was written a little sadly. Because when I was writing, I was crying when I was in trouble here.

Fishing pleasure - leisure.

Finding the joy of frustration - calmly.

The joy of finding one's own roots -- solid, self-sufficient, and happy.