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My heart is excited Essay 1

That time, when I first saw it, my heart jumped.

At present, the broad and profound Chinese characters are an ancient song that is slowly forgotten; The fresh and refined plain talk is a jasmine that is gradually withering; The shadow puppet is a family that is declining. I often feel sad because of the disappearance of many traditional cultures and arts, and I hope that these cultures can be passed on.

That time, I stood in the engraving and printing hall of Yangzhou Shuangbo Museum**, and looked deeply at the craftsman who was carving in front of me. He is about forty or fifty years old, his hair is mottled, **fair, and he wears an ink-colored Tang costume embroidered with a dark red dragon embroidered on it, and he is very energetic. He flipped the engraving plate that had just removed the blank part of the left side of the word, flipped it up and down, and then clenched it into a fist with his right hand, grabbed the carving knife, and removed the blank part on the left side of the word on the carved plate after rotation, and shook his wrist one by one.

The master's eyes are deep and focused, as if he is in a dialogue with the engraving. Dozens of minutes later, the handwriting was engraved, and he looked up and told me that the process was"Pick a knife"。

Before I knew it, the crowd around me was gradually gathering, and the atmosphere was also warm, and my heart was also excited.

The master took out the polished ink and dipped it on the palm broom, and suddenly the light ink fragrance mixed with the palm smell came to my nose, which made me intoxicated. The master grabbed the inked palm broom and circled the engraving plate without hurrying, this process is called"Brush grinding", the most need for ingenuity and feel combined. Because if the ink is lighter, it will be uneven, and if it is heavier, it will damage the layout and reduce the number of prints.

He brushed the ink gently, and in an instant, I saw a loving father combing his lovely daughter's long hair. After brushing the ink, she took out a piece of beige rice paper and printed it on the engraving, grabbed the palm broom and brushed it on the paper repeatedly, the strength was heavier than the ink, and after a while, a "Diamond Sutra" was completed, the handwriting was clear and beautiful, the pictures were lifelike, and he showed a satisfied smile. My heart raced and my heart cheered.

I want to put a word in between this print and a brush"Print"It was born, and when they turned their heads, the visitors all nodded their heads in praise, and there were even two foreigners who were videotaping. I silently walked out of the exhibition hall, and the corners of my mouth involuntarily rose again - the flame of Chinese civilization is endless!

At that time, I witnessed the inheritance and development of engraving printing, one of the four major civilizations that has passed through the millennium, and I was excited in my heart.

Of course, it is the happy things that make your heart so short of money, so happy, and so cute.

My heart jumped.

A faint scent. I unintentionally looked up, but found a small but completely blooming orchid in the thousands of spider plants in front of the window. Five delicate petals, a few delicate yellow stamens make up you, a simple and simple, but faintly noble you.

In an instant, I heard the sound of flowers blooming in my heart, a very small "bang", so small that only I could hear. Aromatic.

I don't know how much hardship your bloom has gone through, how much sweat you have left, how much hard work you have put in to make your face pale as snow.

I only know that this spider plant has suffered "catastrophes" again and again......

When the spider plant was still very young, it was cut off and stuffed into a plastic bag by the careless me, and after nearly an hour of bumps, the spider plant was almost completely wilted. I found a random flower pot, dug up some soil, and left in a hurry, regardless of whether the roots had all been "put into the soil" and whether there was enough water in the soil.

For a long month, the spider plant only relied on the residual water in the soil and the most selfless nutrients of the sun, with a small root buried in the soil, towards the depths of the soil, in order to survive, to bloom, in order to see the world for a while, and strive to take root and grow.

A month later, the spider plant finally caught my mother's attention. Mother carefully buried its roots, carefully watered and fertilized it, and the spider plant also grew at an almost visible speed.

The good times didn't last long. In the blink of an eye, it's summer vacation again. The day before I went on a trip, I didn't think of spider plants.

For more than ten days outside, it was the most sunny day at home, and the spider plant happened to be on the balcony, receiving the sun's exposure every day, but only relying on the little water that had been absorbed in the flower pot a few days ago. I don't know how it spent the days we went out, but I know that when we came back that day, the soil had dried up and cracked into pieces......

After two "catastrophes", it did not discourage, but gave birth to you - a small orchid that has been fully bloomed, no, it is now a purring orchid: five delicate petals, a few delicate yellow stamens, obviously different, but revealing the same nobility.

The field of the heart is also slowly covered with the footprints of flowers. Elegant and simple, bursts of fragrance. Touched and excited, my heart.