Essay A clear spring in the heart borrowing things to metaphor people s affection 800 sons

When I was a child, the concept of language in my mind was the words with a complex structure, the words that changed a lot, and the dazzling sentences. At that time, my little heart was always full of complaints about language, thinking that language was an annoying subject besides reading and memorizing.

As I grew older and had more life experiences, my attitude towards language has also changed subtly. Whenever I walk across the calm lake and see flocks of ducks and geese frolicking on the lake, I am reminded of the wonderful picture of "white hair floating in green water, red anthurium plucking green waves"; Whenever I wander by the breezy river and see the willow trees spit out their buds in the spring breeze, I always think of the beautiful scenery of early spring when I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Now that I think about it, at that time, I discovered the beauty of language for the first time in my life, what kind of joy should I have in my heart!

Since then, language has gradually flowed into my heart like a clear spring.

Gradually, I became more and more fond of languages. Growing up, my heart was always full of all kinds of confusion, and whenever I was entangled by them, language always came to my heart at the right time. "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely appearing in Nanshan", tells us to be cheerful and open-minded.

If you learn without thinking, you will be reckless, and if you think without learning, you will die", telling us that learning should be combined with learning. "Perseverance, rotten wood does not break, perseverance, gold and stone can be carved" tells us to have a spirit of never giving up......There are many, many more such examples. Language, the clear spring in my heart, has long been integrated into my blood.

It opened a window to my heart, washed away the filth in my heart, and purified my heart.

Now I have graduated from high school. In my mind, language is no longer a complicated collection of words, phrases, and sentences. The words that seem simple and monotonous are sometimes full of vitality; Those ever-changing words often inspire me.

life pursuits; And that sentence is sometimes the condensation of true feelings, the essence of life. As the spring of my heart, language has been integrated into my whole body, my spirit, and my life. The language of "spring sleep is not aware, and birds are heard everywhere" shows us a literary spring, summer, autumn and winter; "The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me" language shows us the rich emotions of life; "Flying down 3,000 feet, suspected to be the Milky Way falling for nine days" language gave us a paradise with beautiful scenery; "Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving Dan to take care of the sweat and youth" language shows us the tragic and patriotic ......

Language is like a wonderful picture of life; Language is like a hymn to precious life; Language is like a bridge that extends in all directions; Language is more like a wise old man who can guide the maze at any time......

Language is a clear spring in my heart, keeping my soul pure and sublimating.

Language, you also have a name, she is called "life".

A clear spring in my heart.

If the heart is a small pool, there must be a clear spring Slowly entering, murmuring poetic ripples, chanting the melody of the years, At this moment, the heart is as clear as promise.

Inscription. Jia Pingwa once wrote: "Whether you gain or lose in life, whether you are sad or happy, the important thing is that there can be no moonlight in a clear spring in your heart." That's right. If language is a clear spring in people's hearts, then my love for language is like a bright moon, shining on the road of life.

Language is ubiquitous.

In the sparse shadow of the apricot blossoms, the flute is played until dawn. "You see, behind the scorching brilliance, it is the language that blows up the tactful feelings of a Song poem. "Ask Yu what to do in Bishan, smile and don't answer.

In the thousand-layered blue mountains, above the thousands of years of white clouds, the language is chanting, exhaling the open atmosphere of Tang poetry.

The embroidered couch blows red rain when it is idle, and the carved railing leans on the dusk". In the sound of oars and lights, the small bridge and flowing water, is it not the language strolling, adding a little tenderness to the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River? "The Yellow River falls into the sky and goes to the East China Sea, and thousands of miles are written into the chest."

In the rolling waves, on the vast sea, is it not the language that is sailing in the sky, revealing the vastness and vastness of Chinese civilization in the chopping waves?

Language is moving.

In the grassy desert, language leads you to a woman named Cai Wenji. "Tears and ink continue the history of the Han Dynasty, and the autumn wind and orchid turn into grass." Shefu abandoned his son only because he was concerned about the inheritance of Han culture, and because he remembered that he was a good daughter of the Han family, so he embarked on a difficult return road in the yellow sand.

In "Eighteen Beats of Hu Ji", you hear the density of language, which is as far away from hatred as spring grass, and goes farther and live.

On the neon-lit Shanghai Beach, language takes you on a journey to a bustling and empty world. There is a woman who is lonelier than fireworks, with a pair of sharp and keen eyes, slowly telling you the extraordinary feelings of that turbulent era. So in Zhang Ailing's ethereal words, you see the length of the language, coming from a long place across time and space, telling a tear-jerking story, and a song that turns a thousand times.

Language is inspiring.

I once read an article in Yu Guangzhong, and only read a sentence "Burn me to ashes, my Han soul and Tang spirit will always haunt this land, the endless homeland, the dragon clan wandering all over the world calls it the continent, the strong man ascends the heights and calls it Kyushu, and the hero is called the rivers and lakes when he is in trouble", and he burst into tears. The greatness and nobility of the motherland are reflected in the language; The patriotism and perseverance of the literati are manifested in the language.

I have gained the motivation to move forward in "Believe in the Future" by the index finger, and the pride of a teenager in Su Shi's "Nian Nujiao Chibi Nostalgia", so as to understand: you don't need to care about the cold wind and rain behind you, as long as you move forward seriously and move forward towards the goal.

Language is like a delicate five-character poem, which gives people a fresh meaning in the ordinary; The language is like an ethereal landscape painting, which gives people a profound understanding in the dot dye outline; Language is more like a clear spring, injecting the source of living water into the small pool of the soul, and thus, "the sky and clouds and shadows wander together".

Floating on the spring of poetry, love and dreams, I listened to the sound of the language Qingyue, gurgling, gurgling ......