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Standing (Wen Jun).
You choose only one position in your life – standing.
When the wind blows, you refuse to fall; On days when the snow is overwhelming, you refuse to give in; At the moment when the flood raged, you refused to bow down; When the sword and axe are approaching, you refuse to bend your waist. A tree, in the long river of years, writes a heroic life.
In the vast desert, a tree stands up and is a monument; Towering green mountains, thousands of trees stand up, is a Great Wall; On the banks of the river, all the trees stand up, and they are a dragon; The tree of youth, in the tide of the times, sings eternal sincerity.
Standing, giving the earth a shade of green; Stand, give the river a drop of purity; Stand, a greeting to life; Stand, give the city a ray of warmth. Regardless of honor and disgrace, regardless of gains and losses, a lifetime of standing, just to repay the nurturing grace of the soil, just to prove the spirit of life as solid as a rock.
Standing with a tree is an irresistible force, and it is also a miracle that shakes the heavens and the earth!
Appreciation: This article writes a style with poetic but resolute brushstrokes, a mental state that makes people feel full of emotion and makes people's hearts tremble.
To say that it writes about trees is better to say that it writes about people; It is better to say that it is to write about people, but it is better to write about a survival posture. In the rolling red dust, people sometimes need to persevere, need to be unyielding, otherwise, we will lose ourselves in the vast time and space.
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"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.
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