Want to write your name
Text/Han Dibing
The morning sun shines on the table through the window lattice, and I hold the pen, the soft tip of the brush falls on the rice paper, but I don't know where to go. Suddenly, I thought of you, and my heart throbbed, so I wrote down your name. Your name has been praised by the world for thousands of years, and seeing you again now still makes people's hearts shake.
In the long river of memory, I carved a boat to ask for a sword, and I still remember the first time I saw him, I only said: "The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the lamplight." "Beyond the vast sea of people, the people who are struggling to seek, when they look back again, they are at the other end of the long street, and they are hidden in the extremely prosperous lights. You were helpless, but you stumbled and chased hard. I was undoubtedly impressed by you, and I want to know you better. Since then, your name has become a word of great concern to me.
You not only have the leisure of "lying on the head of the stream and peeling the lotus canopy", the elegance of "saying a good year in the fragrance of rice flowers, listening to the sound of frogs", but also the feelings of "a man is as dead as iron". You capture the steel knife and sharp sword, bravely kill the enemy, leaping horse and horizontal sword, only 50 elite soldiers can break 50,000 enemy troops, just to recover the lost territory and serve the motherland. "Jin Ge Iron Horse, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger", but a twenty-three-year-old boy has already become a well-known hero in the turbulent struggle. You are full of spirits, and only said: "But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death." Your cry that shattered the sky, and your oath to serve the country to the death, were imprinted in my heart, and I sighed at your love for the country and your stubbornness in guarding your homeland.
It's just that I never thought that you would never have the opportunity to run on the battlefield and splash your blood-spattered robes. You borrow wine to kill your sorrows, but you can only "pick up the lamp and look at the sword in the drunk, and dream back to blow the horn and the battalion", the frustration of having no way to serve the country constantly impacts you, and laments: "The sunset is at the head of the building, in the sound of the broken hong, the Jiangnan wanderer looks at Wu Hook, pats the railing, no one will, and he is on the line." The sound of the slap is endless, just like your patriotic feelings are eternal. You can put pen to paper to settle the world, and martial arts can immediately determine the world. But you don't want to just make words, you are more eager to return to the dark purple battlefield again, show your ambitions, and never give up, but you are so loyal to the motherland, loyal to the imperial court's ambition can not support this stormy Southern Song Dynasty after all, the song is over, you regret, sigh, "I want to say goodbye, I want to say goodbye, but the weather is cool and autumn." Your loyalty and love for the Southern Song Dynasty, your unremitting and persistent efforts to regain the lost land, and your open-mindedness and courage to the ups and downs of the Huan Sea are all deeply engraved in my mind.
I unfolded the rice paper, and on the paper were three powerful characters, "Xin Qi Ji". Abandon disease, abandon disease, there is no disease, but there is always a piece of heart disease. I write your name, that horizontal is admiration, a point is praise, a glance is a wish, but also our contemporary teenagers step in your footsteps, inherit your love for the country, swear to fight the noble spirit and issued a solemn oath. Gong Xin, in this prosperous world, the young man is working hard, stable and peaceful, everything is as you wish!
About the Author:
Han Dibing, a native of Wei County, a junior high school student at Xuanhua No. 4 Middle School, likes to write, even if the world is noisy, he is in his own world, quietly moving along the chosen track.