Essay good come in! Kneel and beg. 5

Saving time, that is, making a person's limited life more effective, and it is equivalent to prolonging the life of a person.

Lu Xun learned to cherish said so much, it may create an impression, life is in so we should learn to cherish the world to have something that really belongs to us is not so easy to take time as the theme, Zhu Ziqing wrote "Hurry", I like all kinds of sounds of nature, but in the hustle and bustle of the city, I can only hear the sound of cars whistling by, the noisy sound of construction machinery, it is so instantaneous, people can't think of words such as "beautiful, elegant".

The birdsong I like is almost nowhere to be heard, but fortunately there are only a few sparrows that can bring me a little comfort in my soul, the cheerful and melancholy call, the lovely figure dancing on the branches, and the graceful gesture of spreading its wings through the air, like a movie, attracting me to savor it. But it all came to an abrupt end, and with the joyful howl of hurt and plunder, a few gray feathers fell lightly, and it struggled, it struggled in the boy's hand, and the miserable cry stung me, and I could not bear such a blow, why even the last of the life that nature had given me was mercilessly taken away.

I longed for the sound of the clashing leaves, like a moonlight song played by a pianist, but it also seemed to be slowly swallowed up by the noise of the city, and God was so unfair that he left us only an accompaniment, which can only be heard sporadically when we are on campus. I happened to hear that an old man was looking after a large camphor forest and wanted to go and see it. But within a few days, the news channel broadcast the sad news of the destruction of the woods, and looking at the sawn down trees on TV, I felt a heart-wrenching pain, and a group of lives were destroyed.

Every time it's like this, when appreciating the sound, the beautiful sound stops abruptly in the destruction of people, and the sound of nature that I hope for should be found in **?

God is so unfair, the birdsong I love is so miserably, the rustle of the leaves I love is swallowed up by the roar of the chainsaw.

Hmm, you want me to write one?

Accommodate mediocrity.

Accommodating mediocrity has been a virtue for many years.

An actor's play is lame, and we will say "she works hard"; A painter whose work is very clumsy, we will say "he is tireless"; If a poet writes poorly poetry, we will say, "He is a good man"; When an athlete (or a sport) doesn't do well, we say "he or they did their best".

There is a typical buzzword called "It's not easy for anyone these days". Yes, it's not easy, so there's nothing to complain about, and nothing to criticize.

But the world is not a stage for metrics. Only the mediocre understand the mediocre, and in their mutual comfort, the world is far away from them. In a society that justifies mediocrity, we are doomed not to see good movies, not to see good paintings, not to read good poems, and, of course, not to have the opportunity to cheer for the victors in the arena.

We are just living in the self-deceptive lie of "long live understanding", and even those articles that advocate "no one is easy" have become shoddy fast food that everyone is accustomed to swallowing—such bad styles, metaphors, and sentence patterns, in the face of the "new words", "slang", and "mantras" that pollute Chinese writing like garbage, we are insensitive to them, and let them run rampant in newspapers and magazines, trample on our thinking, and lower our tastes and standards. In a word, we increasingly live in a low-quality cultural environment because of accommodation.

The spotlight of the world is always on the good and the victors, and only the mediocre sympathize with each other and find reasons for their weakness. Of course, mediocrity has the right to mediocrity, but the voice of mediocrity should not be the mainstream - actors, writers, painters, athletes, this army of mediocrity, now surrounds us, they are always guests, news focuses, interviewees, preachers and storytellers, but what are they dedicated to us? Why should they be loved by us?

If they don't have good work, if they just fail, they don't deserve to be talked about by us! To hell with "understanding"! What we need is a breakthrough, a real genius plus hard work, a victory, a desire to win!

If there is no strong in this world, the weak will pretend to be the strong, which is the sadness of the world.

A culture of mediocrity is doomed to decline, and we are already in this precarious situation. The failure of one of these competitions may be only a partial failure, but when similar problems are never changed, never sharply raised, and always protected, then such failures will be a series of fates. We should not pay tribute to inferior things and people, and we will never give in to the "hard" no matter how "difficult".

It was the sixth grade reading that the teacher read that day, and it was exactly 6 natural paragraphs, well, I don't know if it can be done, but I think it's philosophical, but I've tried my best.

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