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Appreciation of American Literature: Feeling Life.

Life is given to us by our parents, it comes and goes, it is precious, how priceless.

When you are young, you only know joy and longing, looking forward to the New Year, in the arms of your parents, when you find the first stop sign of being a man, have you ever wanted to cherish life! I don't know the taste of pain, but I have ever paid attention to the hard work of my parents? At that time, I didn't know, I really didn't understand, I really didn't understand that "life" can replace everything, and it can have its beautiful expectations and pursuits.

Just let it run by, without chewing or thinking.

Time goes by, and slowly from the third year of junior high school, I seem to know some anxiety about my future survival, but this kind of "anxiety" is always relied on by the two big trees of my parents, and sometimes I look for my future from the pile of books, is this the "bud" state of life? It may or may not be.

In a hurry, in the story of the small village, I also experienced and read a large basket of "villain books" about "life", or a certain family was happy with a noble son; or the death of so-and-so; Or the misfortune of so-and-so ......In this way, the time goes by, and it fades into the old days.

I wonder if it is possible to position "life" from now? For a long time, I have had a little try, a little experience, and a little understanding of life. It should be a nameless tear in the years.

Is life just two simple words for "young"? No, not only that, I think that hard work, honoring my parents, and loving my wife and children are the most beautiful preface of life, and this esoteric book still starts from the first page, and often has to plan the storyline ...... the next page

Maybe it's too hazy, but after all, because of this, you can ** a little bit of the meaning of life, after all, you can find some insights in the practice of life......

Dream. The snow is vast, do you know the dream of a small grass? In the cold and loneliness, she warmed with a belief, and when spring returned to the earth, she would greet spring with two green leaves, and those two green leaves were the dreams that had been gently under the snow.

The girl in front of the window with her cheeks contemplating, do you want to make a poem about a cloud? Or do you want to make a picture of a butterfly?

I love to dream. Dreams make me see the sun outside the window; Dreams let me see the colorful glow in the sky; Dreams give me the same calling and pace, and dreams lead me to chase one goal after another......

The kaleidoscope of the world exudes an alluring fragrance, and the sky of the future sings enchantingly. We are ready to go, dress up with a dream, and start with hard work. By the time we arrived at the autumn orchard, we gently wiped away the tears and dust that the summer had left on our faces.

We can hear what was once said to spring: dreams come true!!

Life and death are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. From "The Book of Songs, Wind and Drumming".

It is an ancient and firm promise, a romantic and beautiful legend. The hands of thousands of mountains and rivers suddenly shortened, the hands of grievances and hatred dissipated leisurely, the hands of tears and eyes could not bear to look at each other, the hands of lovesickness, lovesickness could not sleep.

When holding hands, cold and warm hearts know; When holding hands, joy and sorrow are forgotten. Helpless is the sadness after holding the hand, and helpless is the desolation when breaking up.

Handle because of love.

The more true the love, the purer the heart; The deeper the love, the more simple the love. When holding hands, never crazy, never partial.

Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

Holding the hand of the son, life and death are forgotten!

Or: In the past, I went back, and the willows followed. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling. From "The Book of Songs, Xiaoya, Caiwei".

Translation) Recalling that when I first set out on the expedition, the willows were blowing with the wind;

Now, on the way back, snow is flying all over the sky.

This is a famous sentence in the Book of Songs, which is like a painting, expressing the mood of a traveler who is away from home vividly. When I went out, it was spring, and the poplars and willows were fluttering, and when I came back, it was already a rainy and snowy winter. At the end of the year, what he has experienced is self-evident.

Xie Xuan, a Jin man, regarded the four sentences of "I used to be in the past" as the best verses among the 300 verses. It has had a great influence in the history of literature. It is often repeatedly sung and imitated by later generations of literati.

Rest assured, we're here.

Chinese culture, out-of-print culture, we are late.

The sky, the clouds that flow the years. Is that fire still burning? The heart-wrenching beauty of the landscape solidifies into thorns, which are swollen, inflamed, and scarred in your throat.

After that, it became a shame that cannot be looked back. Splashes of blood and tears drench your palest soul. The wind gently swept over the heavy yellow robe.

Look, the smile outside the memory has no content. Chinese culture, out-of-print culture, we are late.

With a tearful voice, you whimpered a thousand times and ten thousand times, tossing and turning in the reckless aftermath of history. You are lovesick and looking at each other in eternity, and you are in this confused world, crying uncontrollably, tears falling slowly to the ground, sad and difficult to speak. Chinese culture, out-of-print culture, we are late.

The sound of the scurling sound hits your sour pain, a pair of women's hands lock up a collapsing dynasty, and a man accidentally loses half of the country. All struggles are in vain, life cannot bear the heavy pain of parting, and a dull despair envelops your fragile heart. Chinese culture, out-of-print culture, we are late.

Wind and rain for a thousand years, silence for a thousand years. Thy silent and melancholy soul trekked alone, and the poignant story flowed in the wind and in the water. Crossing the reckless horizon, flying over the tear-stained watch, sorrow came.

In the tunnel of time, groups of stonemasons, bending down, wielding chisels, chiseled a bloody story with one sword. everything, and chiseled a holy sadness. Chinese culture, out-of-print culture, you shed tears, shed blood, through thousands of years of wind and rain, but also shocked the vicissitudes of thousands of years.

Approaching you, there are no unfamiliar words that can modify your desolate gorgeousness, only the white hair is inserted in the tunnel of time, hunting and flamboyant. A nation that is proud of you. Approaching you, I can't interpret the code of your life.

But when I stopped, when I faced the silent you, I could always feel a kind of life impulse and power rolling. As I approached you, I realized that you were guiding us in the right direction. **, all blended with your history.

The sun and the moon shuttle, and the chronological order merges into your towering body.

Chinese culture, out-of-print culture, please stop your anger, stop your crying, stop your sadness, stop your confusion, because we are here. Rest assured, with us, your life will be brilliant again! Rest assured, with us, your spirit will be gorgeous!

Don't worry, with us, you who are out of print will never be out of print again!

Famous Teacher's Comment This masterpiece that has been thought about for thousands of years has two points worth learning: one is the extraordinary angle: if you don't know the history and classical culture, you can't write such a good article.

From this point of view, it takes courage, wisdom and talent to write about the topic of "sticking to the out-of-print culture", and the author clearly did it, and wrote it beautifully! Whether it is the fire in Afang Palace or the blood and tears by the Great Wall, although it is full of the bitterness of history, as Chinese descendants, how can we forget. The second is the unique emotion:

The essay can not only fully demonstrate the candidate's talent, but also show his inner adherence and love for traditional culture, which goes beyond the ordinary emotional category.

Just a beautiful essay should be at least 200 words. Is it only 100 words to appreciate it?

I also like to travel, because life is always too short, far away, maybe inadvertently close in front of me, I want to use my footsteps to walk in every corner of the world, use my eyes to read every scenery in the world, and then use my brain to weave a scene of colorful memories. I also like ......I also like ......Right!! I also like a lot, whatever it is, I believe they are all wonderful and positive.

Because they come from my heart, my soul. Who said that human beings are inherently good? We're all looking for something good.

So for a certain moment, I thought of the sunflower, which was big like a smiling face, very beautiful and sunny. In fact, they also have to go through the wind and rain, but in the end they still choose to face the sun and write into their lives. They understand that only by facing the sun can they be healthy and grow.

What about me? After a moment of silence, I knew the answer: I want to live like a sunflower.

The song "I Want to Fly" sounded slowly: everyone is in the sea of people, it always makes no sense to meet, after making a mistake, say sorry softly, it doesn't matter, no matter what you lose, there is no trace, every time you let the tears flow back to your heart, to irrigate your dreams and make miracles. What I want to be strong is not anyone's shoulder, the embrace is a place that cannot be stayed, the world is in a hurry as crowded as it is, and I applaud myself with all my lonely time.

I want to fly not by wings, freedom is an irreplaceable distance, with the loneliness of the journey to harvest growth, until I meet you and share ...... with you