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To the sea. Sunrise over the sea.

Aroused how many heroes by the admiration of mourning:

The sunset smoke of the sea.

How many poets have been provoked with tender nostalgia.

How many songs are sung on the cliffs, and the sea breeze is still day and night.

the murmuring of day and night;

How many times the footprints left on the beach, how many times the sails raised to the sky, were secretly buried by the waves.

There have been curses, there have been sorrows, there have been praises, there have been glories.

The sea --- a life of change, and life --- a turbulent ocean.

Is it a sand hole dug as a child?

**There is a trace of first love side by side?

Oh, the sea, even if it's your waves.

I can erase my memory.

There are also some shells.

Scattered on the hillside.

Like the stars of a summer night.

Maybe the whirlpool glows with dangerous eyes, maybe the storm opens its greedy mouth, oh, life.

Of course you have been broken.

Countless pure dreams, but also some brave people, such as in the storm.

Swift petrels.

The coast in the evening is as cold as the night, and the cold night is as severe as the rocks are dead.

From the coast to the rocks, how lonely my shadow;

From dusk till night, how proud of my new.

The element of freedom "Oh, let you feign a roar, let you be a hypocritical calm, let you take everything that has passed."

Everything in the past——

this world. There is the pain of sinking, and there is the joy of awakening.

February 1973.

My family.

My family has a big mountain, and this is my father. He was a humorous man and sometimes a serious person, and when I did well in the exams, he smiled and said, "My daughter is awesome".

But when I didn't do well in the exam, there were two situations. Look at my test papers, if it's sloppy and wrong, my dad will criticize me harshly. Two.

He would also look at my test papers, and if I really wouldn't, he wouldn't talk about me, and he would pull me up to him and ask me if I would, and sometimes he would talk to me for more than an hour, knowing that I would, and this was my father, a humorous and serious person, and in my family, there was a beautiful woman, and this was my mother, who was a person with big eyes and a very smart nose, how to say, she was probably the most beautiful young mother I've ever seen, and my mother wouldn't say anything about me, But when I did poorly, she didn't speak but looked at me with her eyes, and I could see the strong family affection in her eyes, and I was deeply sorry in my eyes, and I will definitely be able to do well in the exam next time, and give them an explanation.

Don't forget, there is still a little person in this family, I am a very pleasant person, from which I am an optimist, and one more thing, my father and mother are people who wear glasses, and they provoke me here, not without glasses, and the eyes are still surprisingly good, maybe it is mutated here for me. I always say, "You all wear glasses, why don't I wear them?"

All in all I have a happy family!

This summer, with reverence, I read the diary of the Italian writer Amicius "The Education of Love" in one breath, and I was deeply moved by the ordinary characters and extraordinary ideological qualities in **. This ** book does not have any heroic words, nor does it have any hypocritical preaching, but through the simple description of life, it makes people feel the most fundamental thing, love.

What impressed me the most was the story of "Young Patriots". The story goes like this, a poor Italian young man who was sold to the theater troupe since he was a child and was abused. Once, when the troupe went to Spain, he took the opportunity to escape.

With the help of the Italian consul, he boarded a ship bound for Italy and sat in the second class with a group of dignitaries from all over the world. When the passengers on board learned about his plight, they sympathized with him and gave him a little money. Just as he was glad that he could have a full meal with the money, he heard the passengers who gave him the money insulting his native Italy, so the little boy resolutely threw the money out angrily and shouted:

I don't want to speak ill of people in our country! "Reading this, I can't help but applaud this little boy's behavior of defending the dignity of his homeland rather than starving.

I think of quite a few such patriots from this. Yue Fei, a famous general in the Southern Song Dynasty, was determined to "serve the country with loyalty" when he was a teenager, for the motherland and the people, he endured humiliation and died unjustly; Uncle Frontier, for the sake of territorial integrity, not afraid of bloodshed, sacrificed, drove out the invaders who invaded the borders of our country; How many sports athletes, in order to let the five-star red flag fly high in the sky above the field, the ninja is hurt, and he fights hard to ......Their patriotic enthusiasm has inspired countless Chinese people to work hard.

From an early age, we should follow their example and foster the idea of loving the motherland. Love for the motherland should be embodied in loving the people, loving the collective, caring for classmates, and caring for public property. To love the motherland is to strive for the motherland, because we have the ability to serve the motherland's construction, and in the future, like them, we must add glory to the motherland!