Jiangsu college entrance examination composition blue and white porcelain self-report

The moment I opened the kiln, it was golden, and I only heard the scratching sound echoing all over my body. ...

Jingdezhen famous porcelain

The venerable old mage is teaching his new disciples in an orderly way.

That hand full of vicissitudes slipped my waist and drew a perfect arc. The master was fascinated and told his disciples that this would be the most beautiful piece of porcelain in Jingdezhen.

Then, the vicissitudes of life and powerful hands trembled and carved mottled patterns on my smooth week. As Youlong wrote, it is vigorous.

A child stared at me curiously at the window. I smiled at him. Soon I will enter the kiln to accept the test of fire, and my beauty will be amazing.

Curious about opening a kiln

I was put into that huge black kiln, waiting for the fire to burn. However, I am not afraid, there must be a pay behind the beauty. My fate was tempered by this fire, and I shed tears. ...

All this was seen by the child. He turned his head curiously, looked at my tearful but determined back, frowned and looked at me sadly into the furnace.

He should want to know why pottery also cries. I'm sure he saw my tears. Drop by drop in this hot stove, little by little transpiration, forming a thin cocoon in my eyes.

Driven by curiosity, the children quietly opened the iron door burned by the heavy stove in an empty afternoon.

At the moment of opening the kiln, it was golden. Wild flames spewed out and slowly calmed down their anger in the cool afternoon wind.

The child's eyes widened in surprise. "Ceramics are crying!" He shouted, and his childish voice resounded through the whole town.

Beauty accumulation

At that moment, I heard my whole body crackling, and I heard my master leave angrily: "urchin, your curiosity missed its beauty!" " "Then, it becomes an excuse for children," Tao cried. "Then, then, I slowly opened my tired eyes and the world's first thin and cracked pottery was born.

People are surprised at my beauty. Cracks are staggered, such as silk, criss-crossing and clearly visible, such as tears flowing freely.

I smiled and showed my crystal clear, moist and clean body in the sun. I thank my child for his curiosity, his understanding, his simplicity and his curiosity, which makes me marvel at this world!

I closed my eyes in a burst of surprise and praise. Thousands of years later, the dream of thousands of years ago continues in this lonely museum. In my dream, a child quietly opened the kiln door and exclaimed after seeing my smiling mouth. I saw his pure and clear eyes with two words-curiosity.

curiosity

I was the wordless tablet laid by Wu Zetian. For thousands of years, many people questioned my existence. Actually, to be honest, I'm also curious about my identity. All my master left me was an empty shell and a treasure.

I'm curious about my master. A rose in the palace is so sonorous, but a pair of delicate shoulders bear the hope of the whole world. Three obedience and four virtues can't restrain your pace, and you silently interpret your own prosperity. Who can understand your reluctance and helplessness when you drown a girl? Kiko, who can feel your heartache and want to cry? Country, who can understand the pain that you hate iron not to produce in your heart? Pet Zhang, who can share your loneliness in the palace? Show you the curtains-she can't reach the height; Being an emperor shows that you are arrogant; Gaiyuan, a word "qi", pushes you to the highest point in your life. I am curious, my master, why there are so many unknown helplessness, pain and bitterness behind you. ...

I am curious about my background. The master knew that he was reviled by millions of people. There is a good saying that "flattery can confuse the Lord" and there is a good saying that "one will succeed and ten thousand bones will dry up" However, a good Wu Zetian should be a blockbuster before her death. Since ancient times, people who have erected monuments have either praised or said that they are guilty; Or a thousand words, or a few words; Or the artistic conception is shallow, or profound and meaningful. Just me, not a word. Did my master set me up because he was afraid of being reviled by more people, so he left himself a platform to write crimes, or did you think that thousands of years of history in China could not bear your glory?

I'm curious about famous women in history. Praise, there is Leng Yan, and there is Zhou Youwang's feat of playing a vassal in order to make her laugh; Da ji is enchanting, and there is a "wine pool meat forest" built by Shang Zhouwang for her; Yuhuan is luxurious, and Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty ignored the sincerity of the Tang Dynasty for beauty. Zhaojun is beautiful and has a name that has been praised through the ages ... and my master, why does my master only have the reputation of eternal life? Is it just me?

Master, thank you for creating me and giving me a curiosity that ordinary people don't have, because it let me know your past, your back and your little-known side. Your shy appearance like a begonia, your aloof personality like a chrysanthemum, your tears like a peach blossom, and your bitterness like catkins can only be understood by my sister Wan'er and me ... I don't care how high you stand, nor do I care about the secular evaluation of you. If there is an afterlife, I just want to use this curiosity as a platform for you to breathe.