Please help me find three compositions (four awards). Please look carefully. If you are not careful, you will not be given points.

One day, due to excitement, I casually turned over a selection of poems: Yuan is light and vulgar, suburban island is thin, with thousands of gestures, but self-confidence is overwhelming. Suddenly, there was dynamic music from the next room. In contrast, it was the children in the next room who learned to sing hot love songs. Disappointed, disappointed! I can't help feeling: I must not lose my cultural accomplishment and humanistic care in the process of growing up.

A closer look at the present society can not help but increase anxiety. Poetry and songs gave way to popular songs, while Beijing Opera and Kunqu Opera gave way to Japanese and Korean dramas. Goethe and Kant are hard to find, and romance and martial arts are popular. If it is a nightmare of obscenity and violence, it is collusion. Can't bear to see, can't bear to listen. Without the influence of culture, there is no sound personality; If there is no sound personality, there is no ambition in the chest; A man without ambition. What is this? If the whole country is natural, the country is not a country.

At present, some famous songs and sentences have been tampered with for commercial purposes, and the appreciation, quotation and combination of different art categories must obey a lofty theme-beauty. Schiller's Ode to Joy was set by Beethoven and widely sung. Using world famous songs as advertising songs, both of them are recreations of artistic themes, but the effects are completely different. The former is the sublimation of aesthetics, while the latter is the destruction of aesthetics. Only the former things, for example, can make us get beautiful education, edification and enjoyment in our growth and cultivate our temperament.

Our growth should get rid of the interference of vulgar things and be nourished by traditional culture. There is a saying that you read history on a soft day and the Bible on a fresh day. That is to say, when the will is slack, you should be clear-headed when reading history: counselors are in the tongue of the country; Jin Goma Iron, Jiangshan Wan Li in blood and tears. Reading history books can cultivate honesty. It also refers to reading classics when you are arrogant and violent: the way of Laozi and Zhuangzi, purity and inaction are right and wrong; Bodhi mind, the gv 10 is dust-free. Reading Confucian classics can cultivate the virtue of quiet and frugality. There are endless treasures in the vast sea of books in China, which are the real nutrients for our growth.

Our growth needs the cultivation of humanistic character, the teaching of sages, the retreat of self-cultivation, moral frugality and the shaping of our own character. It is a unique human character. Prosperity helps the world, and poverty is immune to it, which also includes humanistic care for the soul. Now, under the impact of the wave of commercialization, all kinds of simplest humanistic qualities related to human survival have been ignored. The most typical is that philosophy has been left out in the cold. Since Thales, ancient Greece, a prosperous time of philosophy, has long been "difficult to get up in the morning". The climax of classical philosophy also came to an abrupt end after Hegel. Philosophers have become the loneliest people in the world. Philosophy has become a neglected treasure. "An unexamined life is not worth living." If we don't think about the survival value and human ideal in the process of life journey and growth, we will be submerged in the wave of marketization and commercialization and become a symbol that some philosophers are worried about.

We live in an era with a large amount of information and growing material wealth, and we are more likely to fall into spiritual emptiness and soul wandering. Only by cultivating interest with beauty, casting temperament with traditional culture and guiding life with humanistic character can we show the value of life, guard the growth journey and standardize the development track.

Comments: This composition, like a spring thunder, resounded through the earth; Like a philosopher, tell the truth in detail.

The article closely follows the requirements of the proposition, starting with the "influence" in growth, and begins with a clear meaning: "In the process of growth, you can't lose your cultural literacy and humanistic care."

Facing the erosion and distortion of culture under the tide of commodity economy, the author feels sad and uneasy.

How is orthodox culture eroded and distorted? The author expounds from two aspects: first, traditional culture has given way to "popular culture" in the market, and second, traditional culture has put on the coat of commerce. It is good enough to write this. What is valuable is that the author's writing digs another layer: the harm of orthodox culture being eroded and distorted: first, "without the influence of culture, there is no sound personality;" If there is no sound personality, there is no ambition in the chest; What can a man without ambition do? If the whole country is natural, the country is not a country ",and the second is" aesthetic destruction ".

So what is the relationship between our growth and the "popular culture" of these markets and the traditional culture covered with commercial cloaks? The author explains it from two aspects: one is to get rid of the interference of vulgar things and nourish it with traditional culture; The second is to call for the cultivation of humanistic character. At the beginning, we also took care of two aspects: "cultural accomplishment" and "humanistic care". It can be said that as a high school student, it is not easy to reason from only one aspect; It is really valuable to explain the reasons from two aspects.

This composition is ingenious, broad-minded and skillful, and full of the spirit of "everyone".

Excellent composition of Shanghai college entrance examination in 2005: the return of soul

Fruits without seeds cannot survive in nature, and ears of rice without grains always carry ignorant heads. What about people who have lost their souls?

In this era of media noise, in this era of culture and pseudo-culture, are we lost in the eyes and hearts of flowers?

Kant has a cloud: there are always two reasons, both in the palm of your hand; Respect and fear, update with the day; Stars above, virtue below. But today, when we just sit on the grass and look up at the clouds growing in the sky at a 45-degree angle (Jing M Guo), who can understand the awe in the hearts of philosophers in the past? When the "simple" mouse loves rice is popular all over the country, who will regain the yellow touch of "lush and proud, leisurely in my heart"?

Nowadays, cultural life is often simple and naive. There is no denying that youth literature can really bring fantastic feelings, and pop songs can also be regarded as a pastime after dinner. However, if all this becomes the mainstream of culture, it is hard to imagine that one can face the reality and let the body and mind grow together when immersed in it.

Another undercurrent of current cultural life is the noise of mediocrity and impetuousness. Every day, a large number of entertainment news makes people chew the anecdotes of famous stars with relish, and all kinds of "speed reading masterpieces" and "great wisdom of short stories" are resident in the bestseller list. So that some people worry that when Charlotte took the initiative to throw herself at him, what troubles did Victor have?

One can endure the poverty of material life, but one cannot but pursue the nobleness of spiritual life. Apart from providing temporary entertainment, what else can similar cultural fast food keep in mind and reverberate in the lake?

The lack of individual spiritual culture is regrettable, but when it becomes the whole spiritual belief, it is a sad and even terrible situation.

China's old Three Cardinals and Five Certificates have been broken, and the new cultural order has not been fully established. Have we become a lost generation living in this environment?

Soul, come back.

Fortunately, the humanistic spirit has not been completely lost. When Ma Hua, a young volunteer, gave his life in Meili Snow Mountain, he brought the poet's idealism there and became a benchmark inserted in the spiritual snow peak. When Kunqu Opera caused a sensation in the university campus, people couldn't help believing that the traditional cultural classics still have a magnet-like attraction for young people who grew up under McDonald's.

It is not enough for a person to have only this life, he should also have a broader spiritual world.

For teenagers, the spiritual soul may not be far away, but in the deep heart covered by many pseudo-cultures.

Beauty shines in the details.

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She turned around, smiled gently, and turned away again.

A small detail, like a butterfly's transparent and delicate wings gently flapping my eyes. The corner of her eyes bent downward was full of the light that was about to flow out, and I remembered that expression for a moment.

It was a gentle and restrained look, reminiscent of the slightly wet wind in the south of the Yangtze River, the mottled dream in the morning, and a bowl of millet porridge with lotus leaf fragrance. Not fancy, not publicity, sweet eyes, let people write it down. Yes, details, a casual expression, an imperceptible look, and people who know how to appreciate them will become treasures when dug up.

I closed my eyes, and my eyes flooded again at that moment, accompanied by lingering wind and meticulous carving. All gentle, moist and beautiful intentions are laid out with this detail. It is "three feet of rain with green willows and one flute with cherry red"; It is "flowers wither, red apricots are small, swallows fly, and green water people go around"; It's "the rain hits the windowsill wet" ... the blue wall is like the thin outline of a pencil. The freshly dyed wax cloth hung in the air and made a heavy sound. The copper hoop cinnabar barrel pours water like a waterfall, and the strong tea sprinkled with chrysanthemums emits overlapping water vapor. All this flowed in her eyes at that moment, quietly, and stopped the carefree air with time and space. Is it Jiangnan? Is it tap water? Gentle? Is it meticulous? There is no need to answer more and no one will answer.

Such details are white flowers blooming in lush green leaves, emitting gentle fragrance, and he is only waiting to be picked by a willing heart.

two

The CD spins and rustles, just like a green bug flapping its wings. Music immediately flowed out, turned into smoke and spread everywhere. This is dvorak's scherzo in G major. Too many people say that it is as beautiful as the main theme of silk. Now I close my eyes, give ear slightly and breathe slowly ... A small detail, like tiny and clear dust in the sunshine through the skylight in the afternoon, brushed my ears and touched me warmly and gently.

This is a short triplet after the first theme. They performed with fluent violin timbre, with happy and fresh smiles, dancing in the sun like the blonde hair of an Irish girl. I wonder what kind of mood dvorak felt when he wrote this string of imperceptible notes. It must be a touch of love, as if the sun is shining, the clouds are clear and the transparent wind is blowing on the mint-colored grass. Only you know the happiness in your heart. Yes, the details, I seem to see dvorak's knowing smile, and people with a heart have noticed the excavation, which is just a tacit but unexpected pleasure.

I think of some colorful bubbles rising slowly, a delicate flower blooming in lingering air, a sky touched by birds, a lingering wind, a group of swimming fish ... all these are brought by the series of small triplets.

Such details are the silver scraps falling from the center of the church ceiling with the light, which are small but shining, and they are only waiting for you.

three

Women's cheongsam has a variety of customs, which outline the graceful lines of women. It is a landscape that women walk step by step.

But I caught such a detail: the small slit on the skirt of cheongsam. This design, whether intentional or not, whether anyone pays attention to it or not, has really become a pearl in the crown of cheongsam.

In the twenties and thirties, an open and closed border, women wearing cheongsam was everyone's first memory of that era, and cheongsam became the symbol of that era. This is a bridge, connecting the formality and rigidity of standard-bearer clothing and the unknown open era in the future. The women in the boudoir came out, cautious, shy and hesitant, like a cordate telosma, opening alone at night. The separation of cheongsam just reflects this ambiguous feeling in details. Women are walking, and the smooth skin on their calves is hidden from time to time, which is another kind of amorous feelings that they want to talk about and rest, but they do not lose Shenhua's introverted solemnity.

All the women in Zhang Ailing's novels are wearing cheongsam. They run between war and peace, between joy and sorrow, and between stories of every year.

Such a detail is a tear on a cloud, and he is waiting for your gentle care and sigh.

four

Details are the flash of the subway, the smooth and clear sound of rain, the sound of birds flapping their wings, and the expression of eyebrows in strangers' eyes. ...

It requires people to touch, appreciate and feel with meticulous and patient attitude. I was very moved and serious when I chewed it carefully, so I wrote it down, wrote it down, treasured it and commented on it alone.

Then, you will find that the real beauty is to shine in the details.

With the happy summer vacation over, my junior high school life began. In the first few days of school, I feel uncomfortable. The square life in dormitory, classroom, playground and canteen once made me very helpless and confused, but after a long time, I think this life has a different flavor-dormitory is my paradise. Every day, it starts here and ends here; It is also a place for roommates to deepen friendship. I have a good relationship with my roommate. Let's clean and protect the dormitory together, because the dormitory is our home. Looking at the tidy dormitory, we feel much better.

The classroom is my ocean. Studying in a good atmosphere every day really gets twice the result with half the effort. The teacher is here to sow the seeds of golden knowledge for us, and we are the soil, trying to absorb its essence and let the seeds germinate, hoping to grow into towering trees one day.

The playground is my paradise. In the early morning, we have strong footsteps when running; When doing morning exercises, we are in good shape; In physical education class, we sweated when we played basketball. It strengthens my physique and makes me braver.

It can be said that my campus life is tense and orderly. I study hard in the school I love. Even if I am defeated and beaten, I will go forward and never back down. What's more, we have the guidance of teachers, which is even more powerful: teachers are strict with us in study and take good care of us in life.

Perhaps some students are tired of this mechanized life. But I don't think so. As long as you pay more attention every day, you will make new discoveries in a dull or even monotonous life. We get up at dawn to study every day. We can't waste our time and life, because our parents are waiting for your good news and looking forward to the moment when their children get ahead and win glory for them.

In a blink of an eye, a semester has passed and I have just taken the first step in junior high school. The road after that is very long and short. I think as long as we have a clear conscience, we are not mediocre. Only by grasping today can we grasp the future.

I like this kind of life, and life is wonderful for me.

I opened my eyes in the dim light, and the dazzling white light burned my eyes. I habitually glanced at my bedside watch, but I was shocked. At 7: 08, I immediately finished washing, put on an overloaded decorative schoolbag and rode my bike to school. Along the way, the wind whistled in the ear, and the road was sparsely populated. The shop is not open. Just because this school is moving people, it happened that all students will raise the flag on Monday. Just because I was worried that I would be late today, I relaxed my mind a little and slowed down, but I vaguely saw a man riding a bicycle crazily in front of me. After reading his watch, I buried my head and stepped on it crazily, looking at his school uniform, which seemed to be from our school. I didn't expect that at this time, I also had compatriots. After I got great psychological comfort, I speeded up, and the groans of bicycle pain intensified. Anyway, it is.

It's almost time for school. On the way, I can also see my three classmates walking there, just like walking. I really admire their benevolence and righteousness. Finally, I arrived at the school gate. N teachers stood there, thinking that they all came to meet us late, but as soon as I got to the school gate, no one came to accompany me. I must have taken the opportunity to escape

I ran crazy to the classroom, and there was no one there. It seems that everyone went to the playground to line up. Should I go or not? Suddenly, the teacher's voice sounded on the radio, which discouraged me from going-all three grades had stood in line, and they saw a man running out of the teaching building not far away, and everyone looked at him in order. At this moment, he is the focus of the whole school. Everyone looked at him as he ran, and suddenly he stumbled, fell to the ground and burst into laughter. What a humiliating scene! I shook my head at the thought of this. Just don't want to.

I came to my seat, sat down and breathed a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, I was not late for my first day of study. The air outside the window is particularly fresh. I take a deep breath, then spit it out slowly, then spit it out deeply, and repeat it n times. I knew I was feeling nature, but I didn't know I had asthma. After a long time, the flag was raised, and everyone came to the classroom one after another, bustling. After a while, the Chinese teacher came. He stood on the platform and gave the instruction of "class". The monitor who received the instruction immediately started the voice system to "stand up". After everyone said "teacher", he started another voice system "sit down". Then I began to give a lecture. I don't like classes very much. I just like doing my homework, but I'm not that kind of homework maniac-I do it all the time. Occasionally look at the scenery outside the window and listen to the teacher's lectures, but I sleep most of the time and don't like the sunshine here. I don't know why, maybe it's too strong, maybe it's not as mild as my hometown. The sunshine spilled all over my face, which made my eyes narrow, but it brought me a long-lost drowsiness. My head shook with the teacher's cadence, and I didn't know how intoxicated I was.

After a hearty meal, it's almost afternoon. I went back to the classroom contentedly, waiting for class. Soon the bell rang, and the spirit in the afternoon was a little better than that in the morning. I can still listen to a few words in class and finally get something.

Finally, I got to the eighth class, which is also the most active class-physical education class. According to my observation for many years, boys and boys fight and chase each other, and girls and girls spit, blush and heartbeat together, but boys and girls together are peaceful and promote each other. This probably proves a physical principle: "Like attracts like, opposite attracts like".

I didn't go anywhere after school I unlocked my bike and cut waves in the crowd. I got home safely after N times of sudden braking.

This is my day, an ordinary day, but as long as you look carefully, every detail of life adds "oil and salt" to my day, and as long as you add a little "sugar" carefully, my life will be rich and colorful. This is a seemingly ordinary day for my ordinary middle school students.

Answer: There are thieves in the world-a thousand cases of five grades 10-3 09:59.

I am a kapok tree. I grew up in a very brilliant red land. At my feet is a hot land of revolution, fiery red, the blood of martyrs. Once upon a time, I envied the foreign flavor of Minnan, which stood proudly and freely. It was a popular song at that time, and everyone nearby appreciated his unique "temperament" after studying abroad, which was trendy and full of charm. Later, I worshipped the grass under my feet, unknown, but always praised by poets. From the ancient "wildfire never goes out, the spring breeze blows high" to "grass, grass, you protect me in obscurity ..."

Time is always flowing. From the moment a ray of red silk dyed my skin red, my fate was doomed to be a victim of the times. However, I am rock-solid and won't fall into the clouds. How can I fall easily! I looked down and thought about the value of this blood. I leaned down and stroked the fallen body, but it was a different kind of warmth. His heartbeat is still so strong that it seems to explain an eternal truth: I am here when China is alive. Countless martyrs fell, but more people stood up! This is the spirit of China and the essence of the 5,000-year history of Chinese civilization. At that time, I was moved to tears, the leaves in summer fell quietly, and the footsteps of autumn came and got closer. ...

In the autumn of October, I looked up at the blue sky and found how broad my vision was. Bathed in the warm sunshine, I began to sleep. Time is not important to me, because my body is also filled with the souls of martyrs. Silk thread warms my heart after vicissitudes.

In a deep sleep, winter has gone and spring has come, and the spring breeze of reform and opening up has awakened me. I rubbed my sleepy eyes, and my eyes were unfamiliar. I was surprised by what I saw, and even more surprised by what I heard. Bicycles lined up straight in front of my eyes. In the distance, a swaying red scarf rippled in the waves of spring, rising higher and higher. In front of my eyes, a dazzling red.

I am no longer sleepy and surprised by the world now. I'm happy and scared. I'm glad that China has returned to her former appearance, but I'm afraid she can't keep up with the trend of the times. However, I was wrong again. When a group of red scarves stood side by side at my feet to remember my blood pool, my mood flew away again, and the past poured out like water that opened the floodgates. Seeing this group of talents in the future of the motherland, I smiled with relief. The blood in that pool seems to be thicker. ...

I am a kapok tree, although ordinary, but I live happily! Because I grew up in a country full of patriotism.

There is a picturesque campus at the foot of the majestic Huling Mountain. Students shoulder the future of the motherland and the hope of the nation. In this fantastic place, they work hard. This is our school-Longyan No.1 Middle School.

Stepping into Jingjing campus, you will feel that you are in a colorful sea of flowers and intoxicated in a tree-lined park. Looking up, there are tall and straight ancient trees towering into the clouds; Looking down, there is green grass smiling at the sun; Looking around, there are teaching buildings full of knowledge, silently telling the long history and today's glory of a century-old famous school. Listen quietly, there are hundreds of birds whispering; After careful understanding, the fresh air washes our hearts with wisps of flowers.

In the early morning, the sun greets our golden dawn, and the tree leads us forward with a broad mind, stretching our bodies with crystal dew and telling beautiful feelings; At noon, shallow sunlight was projected from the tall trees, and mottled shadows fell. We walked with the shadows of the trees in the "lush" campus, which has a unique charm. In the evening, the tired birds gradually stopped singing and stopped on the branches. The sunset clouds put a mysterious coat on the campus, and the green campus is unique and moving under the cover of the sunset clouds.

"How can you stand not getting drunk before you spend your time?" In the green campus, big trees witness our growth. In the green campus, the grass gives us hope for progress. In the green campus, we water the road when we come. In the green campus, we are marching towards an unknown and brilliant tomorrow in order to build a more beautiful and lovely green campus. At that time, we will look at the tree with a smile and the grass with a knowing smile. Imagine what a beautiful scenery Jingjing campus will be when it uses its hopeful green to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.

The breath of spring approaches you, and you come to my eyes with the moisture of youth.

I said, "You are beautiful!" You smile, only the branches dance with the wind.

I played tricks on you with summer pranks, and you jumped on my dust to dry my fatigue.

I said, "You are beautiful." You smile, and only vines shelter you from the wind and rain.

I dedicate the autumn maturity to you, and you pick up the scattered flowers to decorate me.

I said, "You are beautiful!" Your smile, only the heavy yellow leaves know my heart.

I sing the beauty of winter to accompany you, and you shake your dreams to weave the future for me.

I said, "You are beautiful!" You smile, only the sudden melting tells your feelings.

When I step into your world, you embrace everything with open arms. Childish thoughts, impulsive passion. I cast your great love with the hesitation of youth. I'll turn around and you nod, towards the distant.

When I walked into your heart, you accompanied me selflessly and freely. Should we move forward? Where is the way? I traded my growing mistakes for your maternity dress. I cheer up, you are determined and the journey is long.

When I was leaving you, the flag you escorted surrounded my heart. The danger of the future, how many ignorant waiting. I won your extraordinary encouragement in my exploration. I am persistent, you are steady and have dreams in the future.

I like to miss your style in my dreams. There is a rare peace around you.

I am more eager to meet you every day. In the early morning, under the dim light, the lights are dim.

In Lang Lang's reading, you inspired my fighting spirit with green thoughts.

Silent thoughts and your gentle shelter are my sweet memories.

Thank you for your silent concern, there is no ripple of words, only the impact of the soul.

Thank you for your meticulous company, by your side and in your heart.

I will miss you all my life, your spring, your xia yang, your autumn harvest and your winter language.

I will bless you with all my memories and commemorate the beauty of a tree with light years.

I will hug you with the enthusiasm of my life, even if your teeth are gone and your hair is gray, I only care about you, once beautiful, selfless and in the mood for love.

With the happy summer vacation over, my junior high school life began. In the first few days of school, I feel uncomfortable. The square life in dormitory, classroom, playground and canteen once made me very helpless and confused, but after a long time, I think this life has a different flavor-dormitory is my paradise. Every day, it starts here and ends here; It is also a place for roommates to deepen friendship. I have a good relationship with my roommate. Let's clean and protect the dormitory together, because the dormitory is our home. Looking at the tidy dormitory, we feel much better.

The classroom is my ocean. Studying in a good atmosphere every day really gets twice the result with half the effort. The teacher is here to sow the seeds of golden knowledge for us, and we are the soil, trying to absorb its essence and let the seeds germinate, hoping to grow into towering trees one day.

The playground is my paradise. In the early morning, we have strong footsteps when running; When doing morning exercises, we are in good shape; In physical education class, we sweated when we played basketball. It strengthens my physique and makes me braver.

It can be said that my campus life is tense and orderly. I study hard in the school I love. Even if I am defeated and beaten, I will go forward and never back down. What's more, we have the guidance of teachers, which is even more powerful: teachers are strict with us in study and take good care of us in life.

Perhaps some students are tired of this mechanized life. But I don't think so. As long as you pay more attention every day, you will make new discoveries in a dull or even monotonous life. We get up at dawn to study every day. We can't waste our time and life, because our parents are waiting for your good news and looking forward to the moment when their children get ahead and win glory for them.

In a blink of an eye, a semester has passed and I have just taken the first step in junior high school. The road after that is very long and short. I think as long as we have a clear conscience, we are not mediocre. Only by grasping today can we grasp the future.

I like this kind of life, and life is wonderful for me.

With the happy summer vacation over, my junior high school life began. In the first few days of school, I feel uncomfortable. The square life in dormitory, classroom, playground and canteen once made me very helpless and confused, but after a long time, I think this life has a different flavor-dormitory is my paradise. Every day, it starts here and ends here; It is also a place for roommates to deepen friendship. I have a good relationship with my roommate. Let's clean and protect the dormitory together, because the dormitory is our home. Looking at the tidy dormitory, we feel much better.

The classroom is my ocean. Studying in a good atmosphere every day really gets twice the result with half the effort. The teacher is here to sow the seeds of golden knowledge for us, and we are the soil, trying to absorb its essence and let the seeds germinate, hoping to grow into towering trees one day.

The playground is my paradise. In the early morning, we have strong footsteps when running; When doing morning exercises, we are in good shape; In physical education class, we sweated when we played basketball. It strengthens my physique and makes me braver.

It can be said that my campus life is tense and orderly. I study hard in the school I love. Even if I am defeated and beaten, I will go forward and never back down. What's more, we have the guidance of teachers, which is even more powerful: teachers are strict with us in study and take good care of us in life.

Perhaps some students are tired of this mechanized life. But I don't think so. As long as you pay more attention every day, you will make new discoveries in a dull or even monotonous life. We get up at dawn to study every day. We can't waste our time and life, because our parents are waiting for your good news and looking forward to the moment when their children get ahead and win glory for them.

In a blink of an eye, a semester has passed and I have just taken the first step in junior high school. The road after that is very long and short. I think as long as we have a clear conscience, we are not mediocre. Only by grasping today can we grasp the future.