Are there some famous writers who write essays about friends

Mo Yan, the first Chinese to win the Nobel Prize in Literature, in the eyes of outsiders, this is what many writers dream of, but he said this in an interview with **: "This award surprised and frightened me. Surprised, I didn't expect the award to fall on my head.

I think everyone who wins the award will be pleasantly surprised, but Mo Yan is the first person who dares to say that he is afraid.

Mo Yan's success is due to the readers' love for his works, and Mo Yan's fear comes precisely from the readers who support him, because he is responsible for the golden halo above his head. In his opinion, writing better works is the best responsibility. In the eyes of some "well-intentioned people", Mo Yan's works must reach an impeccable and seamless realm to be worthy of this award, but as everyone knows, even if Mo Yan really writes such a perfect work, there will still be people who pick bones in eggs, make a series of derogatory evaluations, and finally say that this kind of mistake is not serious and can be forgiven.

From the above, it can be seen that before a person succeeds, all he has to pay is his unknown sweat and efforts, and once he succeeds, it is more efforts that are always followed by everyone. I don't think what Mo Yan is afraid of is that he has to redouble his efforts, but that he is afraid of whether people will really take his efforts seriously, rather than completely negating all his efforts because of some small or non-existent mistake. That's the saddest thing to think of!

In my opinion, winning awards is both good and bad. Naturally, the benefits need not be said. And the disadvantage can be illustrated by a simple example:

For the same test paper, the one with 80 points and the one with 100 points are naturally sad with 80 points, but he is also lucky. Because there is still a lot of room for improvement in 80 points, it only takes a little effort to improve. And the 100 points are faced with the 100 points that you will have to take the next time, otherwise you will be blamed.

In this way, the effort to put in after winning the award is self-evident!

Therefore, for the thing of success, what you don't get is dreamed of, but what you get is far away. It seems complicated, but in fact, there is only one reason: try to do what you should do!

In the journey of life in which everyone will encounter different difficulties, at this time friends will bring you a lot of help, sometimes a friend's words, or a suggestion can make you better than ten years of reading, and take a lot of detours, life is like a storm, unpredictable, unpredictable, so people have good and bad times, at this time, at this time, at this time, if there are friends.

Ideas: According to the content of the song "Friends" by Zhou Huajian.

A sentence of love is like brothers, getting along is a friend, playing a song of mountains and rivers, knowing each other is a friend. Sing a song of stormy life, love is a friend. Whenever you need it, he will be by your side silently to support you and bless you, and they all have a common name:

Friend! Please enjoy the song "Friend"!

"Friends" is a song (representative work) sung by Zhou Huajian, written by Liu Siming, composed by Liu Zhihong, arranged by Hong Jingyao, Liu Zhihong and Liu Siming as producers, and included in Zhou Huajian's ** "Friend" of the same name released by Rolling Stone Records on April 16, 1997.

Life is an endless treasure that we live tirelessly, from which to absorb the nourishment of life, nourish the heart of the self, so that it blooms colorful flowers of wisdom. However, life will not always bring you inspiration and unforgettable, when you are bored and leisurely, you might as well pour a cup of tea, pick up a famous book, sit down quietly, and feel a different life in the book. Masterpieces - another expression of life.

Montesquieu said: To love reading is to turn a lonely and boring time into a great moment of enjoyment. I still remember many years ago, when I opened my father's dusty bookcase for the first time with curiosity and read the first famous book with awe, and since then, in the lonely time of my life, there has been a mentor and friend, who taught me to cry, to laugh, and to think.

I often think about the memories that famous books bring to me. One autumn afternoon, when I was alone at home, I picked up "Dream of Red Mansions" and read it selflessly, unconsciously forgetting the time and the coincidence of Heche. However, when I slowly read Daiyu's "Soul Returns to Hate the Sky", the sorrow in my heart grew secretly, and finally I couldn't bear to read it anymore, put down the book, and walked out of the house, only to find that it was dusk, and the bloody remnant sun was obliquely shining on the wall, and an inexplicable and huge sadness suddenly surged in my heart, and the bleak autumn wind blew off the leaves, and also blew off my tears.

I stared at the sky in a daze, and let the tears well-fall from my eyes. It was sad and beautiful, and I couldn't leave it for a long time. A famous book, coupled with a dusk, can create an indescribable artistic conception of beauty, and can make a person who does not often cry tears for no reason.

A famous book, such an inanimate thing, but let life unearth the emotions hidden in the heart for it. Because it is a masterpiece, it is "Dream of Red Mansions", and it is a book of blood and tears, reading it, without a few sighs and tears, how can you be worthy of Cao Xueqin and this book?

Famous books not only gave me rich emotions, but also taught me the will to persevere. In the second year of junior high school, I began to read "How Steel is Made", and the hard life in the book was just like what I had experienced, I gained the wealth of life given to me by the famous book, and I knew what the real hardship was, and I couldn't help but be thrifty, so the pocket money during that time was ridiculously sufficient. Paul showed amazing willpower after his eye was injured, but I said in my heart that I could do it too.

So, when I was sick, I could study without missing anything, and I could get up at four or five in the morning to memorize. Life didn't teach me, it taught me, it was like a fresh breeze in summer, blowing away the dark clouds and letting me see the world clearly. It's a masterpiece, and the silent one is giving me strength.

I can't forget it, reading the poetic tragedy "Hamlet", I like to think of a poetic language to talk to my classmates and confuse others; Reading the magnificent "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", I like to talk about classical Chinese to pretend to point out the country; Reading the iron-clad "The Old Man and the Sea", I always want to take a fishing rod and go to the beach to ...... in the futureIt was silently placed in front of me, and I laughed and scolded for it, shook my head, and wept sadly.

Many years later, when I look back with a grateful heart on some of the people I grew up with, I should not forget that it helped me a lot. Classics, my teacher, my friend.