You listened to my call, came from afar, cloaked in wind and snow, and stepped on the plum halfway. You look into my eyes, from the time of the underworld, a bend of the moon, carrying the eternal stream. You act out of joy and sorrow, anger and delusion. You sit in the East of Asia, and the smile never falls. We met in youth, met in the depths of spring, your figure is in poetry, I am obsessed with your name, I love your story deeply.
I have seen from afar that you are sitting on the prestige of the world, and you are clamoring to sweep away the dust and sweep away the world, revitalize the Law family, abolish the funeral system, change the system of division and sealing, and set up a county system. Unified writing, since then the four seas are the same book, the eight parties are homophonous, and the Chinese civilization has survived for eternity. In order to protect the people of Li, you have built the Great Wall; in order to defend the world, you have approved thousands of scrolls of music every day. Even if the burning of books pits you and makes you bear the name of the world, even if the illusory palace of Afang Palace makes you be labeled as luxurious, you are still mighty. How bad can an emperor who uses terracotta warriors instead of living people to accompany the burial be?
I have admired your heroic posture of sealing the wolf, the young and the windy, and the incomparable soldiers of the country. Your figure stands proudly in the desert, deep into the enemy camp, without the slightest fear, pouring your life's efforts into the battlefield, pillowing and waiting, fresh clothes and angry horses, and the arrogance of your youth cannot be swept away. He did not destroy the Xiongnu, did not want to start a family, and eventually died of illness, still thinking of the family and the world. In front of the general's tomb, the horse stepped on the Huns, leaving behind a supreme talent and battle feats that were difficult to surpass.
I love your dashing deeply, obsessed with your word: "The wine enters the intestines, seven points become moonlight, the remaining three points become sword qi, and the embroidery mouth spits out half of the Tang Dynasty." "You have walked through the Shu Dao, looked at Lushan Mountain, passed through Jinling, and traveled through Chang'an. Maybe it is your regret to die by the quarry river instead of the sand field, maybe you still dream of Chang'an, but you have touched the peony, smelled the spring wind, made a large pen like rafters, left a famous passage through the ages, a belly of talent, and envied by future generations.
Your figure has entered the annals of history, we met in the young, met in the spring, carried together in the four seasons, stepped on the wind and rain of history, through the curtain of time, witnessed sorrow and joy. You are my long dream. My dreams are full of twists and turns because of your entry.
(Tutor: Su Shengmei)
Teacher's Comments:
This is an examination room essay, the small author in the tense time of high concentration, literary thoughts, can write such a brilliant article, it is rare.
The language of this article is elegant and exquisite, combined with looseness, and it is catchy to read, which is both breathless and full of rhythmic beauty.
This article writes about the encounter with three historical figures (Qin Shi Huang, Huo Fuyi, and Li Bai) in chronological order, and knows their exploits well, which shows that the young author has been familiar with history books since childhood and has been involved in a wide range of topics.
About the author: Li Zitian, a student of class 73 of Yanqing Foreign Chinese School in Jiyuan, Henan. He loves to learn, read and write, especially ancient poetry, and has published articles in the school newspaper and the Great River Literature.