Looking at the long river of ancient and modern times, the purest and gentlest color of eternity is that white.
That white was moonlight. For thousands of years, the clarity of "the height of the mountain and the small rise of the moon" are reflected in Yangyang Shenzhou: it is the purity and determination of Zhuo Wenjun's "moon between the clouds", it is Li Taibai's "thinking of the jun does not see Yangzhou", it is the witness of "raising a glass to invite the bright moon", wantonly waving, borrowing the ink writer's pen to leave an ancient article. It "came out of the east mountain, hovering between the bulls", the sub-rules cried, the black magpie looked at it, and in the "River Sky Without Fiber Dust", the "Lonely Moon Wheel in the Kyaukkaew Sky" was photocopied in the heart of the river, silent.
That touch of white is the sprinkling of five thousand years, sending away the freedom of time.
That touch of white is flying snow: since the spring and autumn, the "north wind is cool, the rain and snow are cloudy" hand in hand, walking for a thousand years, is the helplessness and confusion of "I come to think now, rain and snow" in "Cai Wei", and it is the loneliness and contemplation of Dongpo's pen that should be "like Feihong stepping on the snow mud". It walked through the Jade Gate Pass, so "Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain", it walked through the wheel platform, so "Hanhai Lan Dry Hundred Zhang Ice", it came to the side plug, so "drifting to the end of the world, cold moon back".
That touch of white is like the romance of "snow full of white heads, which can also be counted as white heads".
That touch of white is the unspeakable emotion in my heart: it is the secret love of "crabapples, white dew is frost, the so-called Yi people, on the side of the water", it is the worry and boredom of "the white head scratches shorter, and the desire is invincible", it is the deep pain of "after the sycamore is half dead and the frost is cleared, the head of the white Mandarin duck loses its companion and flies" And hates the pain of not being able to share the white head. That touch of white is the sustenance of feelings that have nowhere to rest in the depths of the heart.
That touch of white is the color of "a singing rooster is white in the world". The old society was shaky, and the new China was a white light that swept away the darkness. That touch of white is the long wind that breaks through, the huge waves under the feet, the testimony of the young talents who saved the Chinese nation by "hitting the water and the waves to curb the flying boat", and the gentle background in the founding ceremony. It reflects the fluttering red flag, reflects the rising red sun, reflects the eagle falcon that tests the wings, and the strange flowers that bloom at the beginning, moving towards a new era.
That touch of white, a thousand years ago it was in Yubi, a hundred years ago in porcelain, today, it still exists overflowing. When you look down at the paper on your desk, when you look up at the white wall, or at the white clouds outside the window, a deep white that has looked at China for five thousand years is also looking at you, gentle and gentle.
That smear, jumping between the lines in the history books and jumping on the fingertips of the teenager.
(Tutor: Su Shengmei)
Teacher's Comments:
This is an examination room essay, and it is rare for a small author to write a brilliant composition in a short and tense time. Writing about moonlight, writing about white snow, writing about the motherland and the people, is full of praise and love for Chinese culture, and also reveals deep feelings of home and country. The three metaphors range from intuitive to abstract, well-organized and well-organized.
About author:Li Zitian, a student of class 803 of Yanqingwai Chinese School in Jiyuan, Henan, loves ancient poetry, writing, and painting.