Writing walks in the long river of history.

Listen to the echo of history

Wu qingru

History is buried by sand-like time, and when we look back, it seems that there is no trace. When we listen carefully to the voice of memory, there is always a string of names echoing in the sky. ...

Jing Ke, armed with a sword and riding a fast horse, cast a deep and generous glance at other princes and nobles, illuminating their shallowness and gloom at that moment, and then rode away. This trip has influenced thousands of years of history. He condensed into a bright red shell and scattered on the shore of the long river of history. Listening to the voice of history, I know what responsibility is.

"Officials cover Beijing, but you are helpless and down and out." A scholar's self-esteem is stained with reality. Who can understand you, Du Fu? When you are poor, you worry about the pear garden. What you think of is not that you don't have enough food and clothing, but that you are "safe and rich, and a great shelter for the world." Looking through the history of ten thousand volumes of poetry, I understand what it means to care about the country and the people.

There is your constant temperature integrity in the 24 solar terms, and loyalty to the country is your mother's greatest teaching. How many times have you turned the battle table into a good news and won the praise of the son of heaven? I don't want every compliment to be hidden weapons with a hook. Behind the smile is the shadow of the storm pavilion.

You know that the Twelve Tokens are the Twelve Demons chasing souls, but you still break through many obstacles. You didn't want to "disobey the sacred destiny", but you fulfilled yourself. Since then, many people have been angry with you, and even the Yellow River, which is used to ups and downs, has changed its course instantly because of you. Seeing the turbulent Huang Helang, although a little muddy, I still know what loyalty is.

Wu Zixu was chased by an enemy and fled to a woman's house. He exposed his true identity and the woman died after he left. The ice wind is like a proudly independent pine tree. Song Tao bursts, and I understand what the letter means.

Stepping on the lyrics of life and entering Su Shi's world, Chibi's nostalgic pen and ink sparkled. Because you are so excellent that people around you are jealous, Wutai Poetry Case once pushed you into the abyss of pain, but you conveyed your joy of standing out from the flowing water in front of your door. "Who said that life is not too small, and the flowing water in front of the door can still move westward?" The water is flowing, and I know what optimism is

History has turned page after page. Today, many people pursue wine and coffee and have a hard armor mentally. Faced with responsibility, lack of enthusiasm; In the face of challenges, there is a lack of indomitable ambition; In the face of interests, there is a lack of iron faith; Faced with difficulties, lack of fighting spirit. Serious mental calcium deficiency, listen to the echo of history, sound is a good medicine.

Student Fan Wenyi:

shining stars

Xie Hui

Every spring, flowers bloom and fall in every season. By the river of youth, I persistently searched for Zeus in my dream. Every time I look back, they are like bright stars, illuminating my eyes.

Yellow sand is flying all over the sky, and the afterglow of the sunset is full of deserted ancient roads. Wang Zhaojun embraced the pipa and walked out of the high wall of the palace with firm steps. Abandoned her parents' motherland and the tranquility of fallen leaves. "She walked out of the Purple Palace and walked into the desert. Now she is a green grave in the yellow dusk?" .

She blocked the Huns' hordes with her thin body and got the peace of the Han people. Only Yan Zhen knows how a hair turns into white hair and a green grave. She is so upright, has an extraordinary mind and temperament, and is indomitable and fearless in order to rejuvenate the country and make the country safe.

You once galloped on the battlefield, "Ma Ling road is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt." With the enthusiasm of "ending the king's world and striving for fame before death", you recruited troops, fought against the Jin people, recovered lost ground and arrested traitors among thousands of people. However, what I got was the ups and downs of the official sea, the exhibition, and the repeated impeachment to live at home. I dare not forget to worry about my country. Night after night, I was sitting in my clothes, and Xin Qiji's "ten theories" resisted gold and "nine theories" situation. Unfortunately, these suggestions have not been adopted, poor white hair and early birth. It' s really "the name of a hundred battles general is cracked, and the elegy is not finished, so the old man is long." Love your family and be firm to death.

Since marrying Zhao, everyone expects Li Qingzhao to be a good wife, but she is versatile, but she can't be an actress. With the change of the world, far away from the torment of war, Yi An is looking for his own happiness, but he is always suppressed by the dark reality. It is not only the pain of emotional life, but also the anxiety about the country and the nation, which pushes her to the deep sea of suffering. She is like a lonely boat, swaying helplessly in the wind and waves. Born in troubled times, but not a Xianglinsao-style figure in Lu Xun's works; It wasn't Du Shiniang who was killed. She used the sky full of melancholy, spun silk to peel the cocoon and wrote many words as treasures. "Life is a hero, and death is a ghost." I still think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. "What a weak woman, there are thousands of lofty sentiments in her chest; What a female husband, pretending to be safe at home and abroad.

They either went to the national disaster and married in the desert, or galloped on the battlefield, and the old horses crouched, or people spoke lightly, but they were worried about the country and the people. Time has passed for thousands of years, and it will not dim their brilliance, but will wash brighter, just like the twinkling stars in the night sky, always shining on our spiritual home, baking every wet heart and illuminating every dark corner.