Urgently needed!! Who has an article suitable for excerpting the concept of honor and disgrace???

Friendship is an umbrella in the rain, a fire in the night, the wind on the way to sail, and a handrail on a rugged mountain road. Friendship is an unlocked door that you can enter at any time by knocking; Friendship is also a key that can help you open the door to your heart.

A spoonful of gruel when you are hungry, a padded jacket in the cold wind, a tear of sympathy when you are sad, a heartfelt cry when you are angry......These are all expressions of friendship.

Prosperity makes friends, adversity tries them. Yes, in times of distress, in times of suffering, help from friends is especially valuable. Sometimes, even a caring and kind look will be like a cluster of charcoal fire, giving you warmth in the ice and snow.

When you are carried away by success and success, friendship will be like a basin of cold water, pouring you on your head and waking you up.

Friendship is a tree that should be watered with sincerity and love, and cultivated with trust and tolerance. Jealousy and suspicion are poisons that will scorch the roots of the tree of friendship and lose its life's green.

A person, even if he is famous and famous, if he does not have a true friend who can open his mind and exchange his heart for heart, he will be miserable and pitiful. A life without friendship is a crippled life, not worthy of envy.

A life without friendship and friends is a bleak life and a life of failure.

Friendship is to give you a warm and bright sun, only sincere giving, do not ask for a trace of return; Friendship is to give you fragrant and warm flowers, to unselfishly reveal the stamens of your heart to others, but never ask for a penny from you; Friendship is the hand that reaches out to you in time when you are in difficulty, friendship is the greeting when you are lonely, friendship is the selfless enthusiasm to help when you are helpless, and friendship is the most beautiful rainbow on two hearts.

If. Sometimes the lyrics are more beautiful than the truth.

The sky is like a blue sea, and the clouds are like light boats on the sea, quietly and gently drifting, for fear of waking up the sea from a dream. Large, small, white, purple clouds that looked like faded blue cloth with several patterns embedded in them. For a moment it looked like a goldfish, like a beluga whale, like a crab claw, like a horse.

For a while, they collided with each other, beckoned to each other, did not want to be close, and could not bear to separate.

Autumn is the best time to watch the clouds all year round. The clouds are at their most beautiful in the evening. When the sun drunkenly fell on the roof, the clouds took away her beautiful face.

Standing on a high place, as far as the eye can see, ten thousand rays of light shoot out from a thin barrier, and that barrier is a cloud. Red, crimson, then blue, dark blue.

The sun is almost below the horizon. The clouds are more brilliant when illuminated by the sun, and the clouds are more attractive closer to the sun.

The clouds drifted softly and floated on the sun. For a while, it is like a gentle cotton wool, if it flies, if it stops, if it comes, if it is pushed: for a while, it is like a galloping horse, galloping into the distance, as if it is going to the field:

For a while, it was like a palace and palace, connecting into a curved and continuous Great Wall, and the golden sunlight outlined the outline of the palace and palace.

On the edge of the clouds, one mouth after another, as if bitten by something. It seems that the frightened tengu does not dare to eat the moon anymore, so he has to use these colorful clouds to satisfy his hunger.

The sun continues to set. The clouds are still so brilliant and colorful, but they are not as dazzling as just now, but like a young girl in her prime, standing shyly in front of her, wearing colorful dresses, dancing. The wind blew slowly, and her dress swayed gently, beautifully.

The sun was a little dim. At this time, another fascinating picture of colored clouds appeared, and these colorful cloud pictures were like huge sculptures made of colorful silk and soft cotton wool, and like a mirage, inspiring people to reverie.

The sun had completely set, and the clouds had darkened, taking on a red color, which was extraordinarily heavy. Only the edge of the clouds still glowed slightly orange-red.

It was dark and the clouds were gone. The moon is rising. The earth appears peaceful, harmonious, and clear.

2.The mountain city of Chongqing is known as the "fog capital". The sky is gray, and there are few white clouds against the blue sky, but the clouds we saw when we traveled in Zhongdian, Yunnan, were not like this.

On that day, our family went on a trip to Zhongdian. When I was on the plane, I was curious and stuck my head in front of the window, and when I looked at it, I couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow!

It's so beautiful! "I saw that outside the porthole, the clouds were stacked on top of each other, like endless mountain peaks, some high, some low, some steep, some gentle ......Except for the different colors, these "cloud peaks" are almost exactly the same as real peaks. After a while, the mountain was gone, and it became a small man, as if beckoning to us and welcoming us.

Soon after, the sun came out and shone on the clouds. Suddenly I felt enveloped in a strange landscape—and in an instant, all the clouds seemed to be dressed in golden clothes, and became radiant, emitting ten thousand golden rays. The clouds seem to make the sun a golden edge, making it beautiful.

I felt like I was in a smoky heavenly palace, and it became.

After dinner, the clouds of fire came up. The light of the sun made the child's face red. The big white dog becomes.

It's red. The red rooster has turned golden. The black hen has turned rosewood.

The old man who fed the pigs leaned against the wall, smiling as his two little white pigs turned into little golden pigs. He was just about to say:"You've changed, too"A man who walked next to him said to him

Your old man must live a long life, and you will always have a golden beard. "

The clouds in the sky burned from the west to the east, and they were red, as if the sky was on fire.

The fiery clouds in this place are very varied, sometimes red, sometimes golden, sometimes half purple and half yellow, and sometimes half gray and half lily. Grape gray, pear yellow, eggplant purple, these colors are all in the sky, and there are some colors that I can't say or have never seen.

After a while, a horse appeared in the sky, with its head to the south and its tail to the west. The horse was on its knees, as if it had waited for someone to ride on its back before it stood up. After two or three seconds, the horse grew bigger, its legs outstretched, its neck longer, and its tail gone.

The person looking was looking for the horse's tail, and the horse was blurred.

Suddenly, another big dog came. The dog was very ferocious, running forward, and there seemed to be several puppies behind him. Running and running, the puppy didn't know how to go, and the big dog was gone.

Then came a big lion, exactly the same as the stone lion in front of the temple gate, also so big, and squatting like that, very mighty and calm. But in a blink of an eye, it changed, and it was never found again.

In a trance, which one does it look like in the sky, but in fact, it doesn't look like anything, and I can't see anything clearly. You have to lower your head, rub your eyes, and look at it after a while. But the sky doesn't wait for the children who love it. After a while, the fire went down to the clouds.

Clouds are frequent visitors in the sky, and the sky becomes colorful because of clouds. The reason why the sunset has a charming posture is that if it is not set off by floating clouds, how can it be seen that its beauty can be seen? It's hard to imagine:

How monotonous would it be if one day there would be no such thing as 'clouds' in the sky?

Life insights.

Life is like water. Sometimes it's like a big river, with the wonder of stormy waves; Sometimes it's like a stream, with a calm and tranquil atmosphere. No matter how wonderful or comfortable, in fact, it is beautiful.

However, in our life journey, we are often burdened with too many distractions and worries, and we have to go through a lot of hardships, but the results are not satisfactory. We always feel physically and mentally exhausted, and everything is not going well. Depressed, decadent, and even sinking because of this, however, life cannot stand still, and we cannot live in pain.

The road of life is full of difficulties and obstacles, life is a series of challenges, how to solve the difficulties of determination is all in their own hands, whether the answer is or not, it is all up to their own choice.

Not all efforts are rewarded, and not all dreams can come true, so what we need is to face it with a heart. There will always be times in life, whether it is a muddy street or a lack of love, you need to have enough courage to accept and face reality. Face it squarely, and we will live calmly!

If life is a battle, setbacks are a defeat, and those who have been defeated repeatedly are the real heroes; If life is an exam, setbacks are a failure, and only those who never lose heart can hand in a satisfactory answer. After being rubbed once, I have a deep understanding of life; Tribulation once, deepening the understanding of life; Fail once, and be one step closer to success.

In the long journey of life, most people pay too much attention to the frustrations and sufferings in life. In fact, happiness abounds. True happiness comes from the sincerity and joy of the heart, the firmness and maturity of facing life, the exaltation and tolerance without regrets, and the temperament of stepping on the snow and singing.

Pessimistic people are defeated by themselves first, and then by life; Optimistic people overcome themselves first, and then they overcome life. Pessimistic people have limited suffering and limited prospects; Optimistic people have suffered immeasurable hardships and immeasurable futures. In the eyes of pessimistic people, what was possible can become impossible; In the eyes of optimists, the impossible can become possible.

Pessimism can only produce mediocrity, and optimism can lead to excellence. It is not difficult to find optimism in the extraordinary people; From mediocre people, we can easily find gloomy shadows.

Shen Congwen has a prose called Xiangxing Essays, and the scenery and mood are very beautiful all the way. Xu Zhimo loves Xiaozha and wrote it to Lu Xiaoman, but the words and sentences are very beautiful. Cao Wenxuan's grass house, Jian Zhen's articles are also very beautiful, and An Yiru's poetry analysis is very good for excerpts.