Look at that grave. It's full of flowers. How beautiful you are. It's all over the mountains. Do you still feel lonely? -inscription
On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I ran to my grandpa with a big bouquet of fresh lilacs in my arms early in the morning. "Grandpa, do you have a good time in another world? Do you hear your granddaughter calling you every day? "
Lilacs are still in full bloom, love, because they once existed-"haha, now that my granddaughter has grown up, she will be good to me." We are also women, and we can speak our minds. Do you envy her? " Grandpa can only say "yes", and his eyes always don't feel like looking at me. His eyes were full of tenderness and anxiety, and he seemed eager to ask, "Is this really the case?" And I always laugh and don't answer.
Grandpa, actually you don't have to worry, because I love you and grandma more. I am willing to tell you anything in my heart. When I am happy, I will tell you my happiness. When I am sad, I will tell you my grievances. When I am angry and unhappy, you always put a bunch of lilacs in front of my eyes and say with a smile, "Look, my dear granddaughter, lilacs are so beautiful. If you are unhappy, lilacs will laugh at you! " I smiled. Grandpa has always been my listener. I am very happy with him. When I was a child, I felt that Grandpa's smile only bloomed for me. He is very serious about others, including his children and my brother. Only when he is with me will he smile brightly.
When I was a child, I always liked to snuggle up in my grandfather's arms. He told me a story and I listened quietly. He told me jokes and we laughed together. ...
After grandpa retired, he stayed at home and planted many of his favorite flowers-lilacs in the yard. He took care of them carefully, as if grandpa's joys and sorrows were linked with these little flowers. Grandpa likes to take care of these little flowers with me, and we also named them, this "flower of happiness", that "flower of protection" and another ... As for why, only I know.
When I am old, my grandfather will no longer hug me. I will hold hands and talk about my life and my ideals. Grandpa told me his life experience and argued about the difference between his research and mine.
Happy times are always short, and I can't help crying when I think back to the past. On the day grandpa died, lilacs also fell in pots. Flowers, are you also crying for Grandpa's "leaving without saying goodbye"?
Holding lilacs in his hand, he stood in front of grandpa's grave, and his cheeks were soaked with tears. The pot of lilacs in front of my grandfather's grave is so blooming and beautiful. "Grandpa, you must be very happy in that world!" "I stood at my grandfather's grave for a long time, letting the wind blow my hair. ...
I looked up at the sky, wiped my tears, smiled and shouted at the sky: "Grandpa, you must be happy!" " "
call out
The world of mortals has been rolling for thousands of years, and a little miss remains in my heart. I sigh when I think of the poet Long song. I recalled that Li Xian was drifting away. I sincerely praised poetry and recited beautiful sentences. This is not a dream. If I forget, it will be a sad sigh It has been circulating for thousands of years, and now the soul of the nation is trembling, and I am also afraid. It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I'm mumbling and calling for poetry!
Wait, look forward to the real cultural return, look forward to, look forward to the dross culture no longer flooding!
One night's meditation, the confusion of the next day, the passage of time, and the sad burial, we can't forget that period of history: the pen tip gently rubbed the paper, full of knowledge let it soar, rippling in Suzhou and Hangzhou, listening to midnight poems echoing the bells, guarding the distance, chanting poems to show the heart is like steel, rejuvenating the beautiful scenery, singing the sky under your feet, lying idle and floating with thoughts. Get up early and be greedy for the dark, how fast you do it, and come back to write poems about Long song!
We live too busy now, say a call poem!
Confucian words, splash ink so far, famous sayings, such as Ganges sand, too numerous to mention:
"At sunrise, the flowers in the river are red, and in spring, the river is as green as blue." Jiangnan scenery is all in it. Autumn is bleak, tangled and endless, all in "the leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, and I watch the long river always roll forward." Loneliness and bitterness in Wutong are more drizzle and dusk. This time, what a sad sentence. "There is no doubt between the lines." After all, Qian Fan isn't. It's all water. Another way is "we want to fly in heaven, two birds grow together on the earth with one wing, two branches of a tree." .. "The affection between men and women, lingering and firm, comes with an expression. Really beautiful!
We live too rough, swallow dates all day, say a call for poetry, and savor the beauty and goodness in it.
In fact, poetry is not far away from us. We just look back in a hurry, and the years have passed. It is true that this is a culture that prevailed thousands of years ago, but it is precisely a treasure of China culture, a memory that we can't forget, and a national quintessence that we can't give up. Where is the soul of China? Say a call for poetry, because we are descendants of China, inheriting the wisdom of our ancestors and the precious poems they left behind.
Now the world is very chaotic, advocating secularity and desire. We can't live without this place. How can we resist if we don't want to blend in? Pick up the only pen left beside you and splash ink on the paper, and fight against nature and secularism with your own words!
Say a call to poetry, use it to stick to your ideals, use it to continue your hope for the world, recite a few words when you are bored, and write poetry when you are happy, fast and wonderful!
Say a call to poetry, so that the belly is no longer pale, and the fog in front of you is flickering. Inheriting the wisdom of ancestors makes the belly full of poetry and self-improvement!
Say a call to poetry, let's pick up this beautiful wealth!
Call for honesty with your heart
Embracing honest and true life is a challenge to life.
The fate of dust is endless and we can't surpass it; We can't bear to slow down the heavy work. Amid all the noise, we have a lot of originality in dealing with it. Proud banks cover up their inner humbleness, while powerful banks cover up the fragility of their will. Bury your lover, but look around him; It is difficult for anyone to know the true meaning of a smile. In this way, honesty is thrown away at will, and truth is trampled on at will. The young man who crossed the river abandoned honesty in the face of danger, which just shows the devaluation of honesty in today's society.
In the morning, when you are in a good mood all day, you get on a crowded bus and smile at several girls next to you, and all you get is a vague sarcastic whisper. What you are lamenting at the moment is the difficulty of frank communication; When you sit around with your friends and talk about friendship, you suddenly find that the person around you who you have long regarded as a lifelong friend is the source of all your gossip. What makes you sad at this moment is the dilemma of honesty. Surrounded by rows of tall buildings, you are often surprised by the desolation of honesty.
However, there is often a feeling of loss. Because after all, we really understand that only with wealth, beauty, honor and talent, life will be like a vast sand dune on the Gobi Desert. Only the embellishment of honesty will inject new green into the desert and turn the lonely smoke in the desert into a vibrant green paradise.
Let's call for honesty with our heart, let honesty become a ray of warm sunshine in front of your window in the morning, let honesty become a crisp bird song in your ear, let honesty become a red fire around you when you are cold, and let honesty become a shade above your head under the scorching sun.
Calling for honesty with my heart, I long for Li Bai's "Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun", and I admire the simple and pure revolutionary friendship and feelings of the great revolutionary mentor Marx and Engels.
Call for honesty with your heart, let honesty become the criterion of your life, let your practice of honesty sprout a touch in your heart, and let your life get a carefree atmosphere because of honesty.
Call for honesty, embrace honesty, and paint a bright color for your personality! Call for honesty, embrace honesty, and make the world full of spring and colorful because of honesty!
Call for freedom
Life is precious, but love is more expensive. If you are free, you can throw both. -inscription
In my dream, there is a huge space, where the sky is not static, it changes into the color I set for it at any time; Rainbow occasionally appears unexpectedly in the south; Snow-white walls are graffiti left by my whim; Without wings, I can fly with the wind ... this is my own world.
"What's the matter with you? The mid-term exam is coming, so I don't hurry to review, so I am not careful. " My mother suddenly broke my mind with a muffled roar, and I just came to my senses. Where is the sky? Where is the rainbow? It's exercise books and test questions. In the dim light, the test paper in my hand is even paler. Alas, scholars have lost the freedom to learn.
Recently, in order to "meet" the mid-term exam, the review materials have been "smashed" all over, but we are struggling in the sea of questions. Even on weekends, I can't live without my homework. Math, Chinese, English ... Why is the simple word free so easy to write, but it seems difficult to do it? Finally, it was "detonated" by a difficult math problem and rushed out.
Standing in front of the snack bar, I have three kebabs in my left hand and two cones in my right. I think this is freedom! When I passed the intersection, I saw a young man handing out leaflets. I was holding a leaflet, wondering why such a big man didn't look for a job, but distributed leaflets on the roadside. Driven by curiosity, I blurted it out. At this moment, I suddenly saw the man's bitter smile: "If I don't study hard, where can I find a good job and do what I want to do?" I lost something, and I used to feel too constrained in my study. Now I can only "help myself" ... "I continued to walk down the street, remembering the sigh that the man had in my ear. I haven't read a good book, so I can only hand out leaflets on the street. When I was thinking, I suddenly felt a strange feeling in my stomach Oh, no, I ate too much ice cream. I really shouldn't forget what I learned before: "Scientific diet. "
When I got home, I was confused. How can we get the freedom we crave most? It seems difficult. We will struggle in the busy study and call for freedom loudly, hoping that one day we can abandon our study and pursue freedom. However, if we lose knowledge, we can hardly guarantee that freedom will not shut us out. Maybe learning is also a key, the key to freedom. Go and cast that key! Then rightfully call for freedom!
Call of courage
Life is rare, and we hot-blooded men walk around the world once. We just hope to leave something behind and not waste our lives! As for me, I hope to leave my brave image.
I remember that it was a class meeting class for class cadre election. The teacher said that there are no other restrictions in this class, and every student can give a speech on stage, show himself and compete for class cadres. After the words, there was a burst of warm applause. It turned out that Xiao Xu, the number one in our class, played.
I have been a monitor for a year under the trust of my classmates, and I have done a good job. I hope my classmates can continue to support me. This wonderful speech made the students enthusiastic and thunderous applause sounded. Of course, I am also like this, but my heart is always not the taste. I hate myself. Why am I so timid? I am a starry stage and a platform to show myself. Why am I afraid to go up? I have a prepared speech, and my heart is so complicated.
The applause rang again. At first glance, my heart suddenly shook. It turned out to be Chen from our class. He even went up, but the students welcomed him with the same applause. "Although my grades are not very good, I believe that through my efforts, I will become better. Please believe me ... "He looked natural and didn't show timidity. What is this? What makes him so confident, and I, although my grades are better than his, why am I not as confident as him? My heart has been restless for a long time. He is so optimistic and confident, as if he had a plan. Yes, it's courage, it's courage that makes people like this, and it just answers the question "why". In my heart. problem
Finally, I was confident enough to step onto the stage. My steps are so vigorous and steady that I don't tremble at all. It looks particularly natural after taking the stage. He said that "heroes always appear last", thus winning the trust of his classmates. Thunderous applause rang again.
Life is like blink of an eye. However, at the light bar, there is a faint-the call for courage will never stop!
I long for peace.
"Poop-poof ..." With an explosion, the earth shook and smoke filled the whole sky. When everything turned to ashes, life left this world, people lived in fear and trembling in the rain of bullets, and only heard "poop-poop …"
I long for peace, and I long for world peace.
199 1 year, Iraq and Kuwait exchanged fire, and Kuwait suffered heavy losses. I don't know how many lives were sacrificed. However, Iraqi President Saddam Hussein and his soldiers boiled sand in the suburbs to celebrate and returned home in triumph. Unexpectedly, more than ten years later, Kuwait seized the handle of Iraq and provided important news to the United States. The ambitious United States, after the "9. 1 1" incident, not only failed to be more stable, but became more arrogant and directed a storm.
In this way, world peace was broken again.
In April 2004, the United States went to war with Iraq. The bomb destroyed houses and lives. Are you really not thinking of the people? What they really want. Now, as soon as you turn on the TV, you will see the scene of people dying tragically. They are always ready to "fire", while those innocent people are watching the arrival of death. If you fight blindly, you will only lose both sides in the end. It turned out that Saddam Hussein's bedspread was a famous brand bedspread bought from an upscale supermarket in London. Now there is no bedspread after the defeat. What is this? This is the result of spelling.
Last month, when I turned on the TV, what caught my eye was a car accident in Israel that was attacked by terrorists. A woman was saved, but because of nervousness and shock, she held her head tightly in the hospital bed of the ambulance and cried sadly. This woman just wants to go shopping, but I didn't expect ... Obviously, this society is not safe. I looked at the woman's expression and the scene, and I couldn't calm down for a long time. I seem to hear her call from the bottom of my heart.
In the newspaper, another news was recorded: a 5-year-old boy died in an explosion organized by terrorists. The boy's grandfather watched the boy for a long time. ...
Nowadays, many lives have died in the war, and their blood has completely dyed the dry land red.
Doves symbolize peace. The dove of peace has made too many contributions. Even animals think about peace. Why not? Can't we really have peace? Really can't grasp peace?
Comments: The author observed with keen insight that the world needs peace today and expressed his desire for peace. The author understands current events and criticizes terrorist incidents and war makers from the perspective of the times. At the end of the article, two rhetorical questions are used to arouse readers' deep thinking. The article is rigorous in structure, clear in organization and fresh and fluent in language.
Namum Gum Jayega
The true meaning of love, peaceful and heavy emotion, walks through every corner and cares for everything that needs love.
I don't know what a sad story it used to be, telling the beauty of blood and looking forward to the blessing of love. Incoherent handwriting hit my heart hard, but under the pain, I heard the echo of love-call. Finally, those ambiguous thoughts in my mind suddenly burst open, and my heart widened.
I am a gentle person, but I didn't get any inspiration after all. It was not until I read a love novel that I got the appreciation of generate. Perhaps, the progress of life is like this! Those distant calls come from the foot of the mountain, from the coast, from the depths of my heart, and I am also trying to see its image in front of everything.
This time, I was moved by a favorite style. It came from far away and went to a distant place. It stopped when it passed me. It's looking for and touching my wound. It says it is the representative of love. It sneaked into my heart, trying to be as good as something on the edge. Only then did I understand that it was the true feelings brought by love, silently.
Just when I was about to get angry, what was it? What put out the fire and what lit it? In a word, love, love, I'm tired of my heart, and I don't want to mention the past in the world of mortals. However, I gave in again, and my feelings were out of print in the call of love. When I opened it, it turned out to be my own resentment. Why should I end this mysterious and vague psychological war like this?
Forget it! Everything has the blessing and call of love. When should "we" control these? We just need to implement it and send the good news of love to everyone's heart safely. Even if there is only one chance to care for others, don't "grow old" and let time pass in vain. In that case, it is really a failure.
The true meaning and call of love, a thread lingering in my heart, is precious only when it is gone, and it is late, too late. The past is nothing more than ordinary. When you wake up one day, you must remember the true meaning and call that love brings you.
Namum Gum Jayega
Love-the most beautiful emotion in the world-inscription
I remember seeing that touching scene in a recent visit.
Cars are good, people are remembering. ...
There are passengers of all ages on that ordinary bus, men, women and children. My eyes only jump with the scenery passing by the window, and my heart has already gone with the wind.
A few young people in the carriage are so chic, and the cigarettes in their hands are also arrogant. A layer of purple smoke filled the air, which immediately suppressed people's throats, followed by several coughs, and their joy was immediately extinguished.
A long time later, there was just one more passenger on the bus-an old lady who looked over 70 years old, with white hair and blue veins on her hands, dressed extremely simply and looked embarrassed. My eyes are still staring out of the window, my heart is still empty, and there is no idea about this old woman in my mind-even a little sympathy, a little pity.
The problem is that all the seats in the car are occupied by others, and there is almost no room for her to sit except the ground. I know she's embarrassed-she's got black eyebrows.
When all this was about to come to a permanent deadlock, she finally broke the silence-it was a girl my age. Without saying anything, she politely asked the driver's uncle for a newspaper, put it on the ground, and then let grandma sit in the car seat while herself sat on the ground.
I looked at the girl-her expression didn't change, but she was still carefree. Looking at the old woman again, I can feel that her sunken eyes are full of gratitude. ...
All this completely shocked me. I am the same girl as her in youth, but she can do it, but I can't! I always thought that kindness would not be so ordinary, but the fact tells me that love is the most ordinary, simple and noble! This time, I learned an education from my own eyes. If everyone had that girl's heart of gold, there would be no darkness in the world. ...
Let's call for love: "Let the world be full of love!"
call out
I sat in front of the window, watching the dust flying outside the window and the wind raging, watching the cars flying on the expressway still proudly spraying exhaust gas, and watching the chimneys of distant factories emit plumes of black smoke, bared their teeth like the devil ... My heart ached, and there seemed to be a desolate sand in front of me, and there seemed to be a cry of birds in my ear. Dude, can you make mistakes again?
I don't deny the greatness of mankind. They created the world step by step and made it so colorful. However, while satisfying themselves, they deeply hurt the animal groups who regard human beings as friends, and even more cruelly pierced the green barrier that once sheltered human beings from wind, sand and cold rain. What human beings have done is doomed to be punished. Finally, the strong wind invited the sand to the human habitat. They face the evil human beings and try their best to vent their inner hatred and sadness. Streets and alleys, flying sand and stones, are terrible, and traces of nature's conquest of mankind can be seen everywhere: houses finally failed to withstand the sudden blow and collapsed helplessly; A big store awkwardly hung a sign on the closed door "closed due to the weather"; A farmer looked at the uprooted wheat seedlings with pity, and tears rolled down; An old man with a white beard looked at the chaos all over the sky and was filled with emotion: "This is all karma! Is the bane of people planted ... "
Poor human, where is your cleverness in the face of the demonstration and challenge of nature? What about your intelligence? What about your old arrogance? Don't you claim to be the master of nature? Don't you have the ability to change everything in the world?
Oh, human, wake up, it's not too late.
In the "Radish and Cabbage" column of Metropolitan Channel, a young "green messenger" floated to Tibet with his companions, cleaning up garbage and plastic bags along the way. She has really realized the human crisis: the residents at the source of the Yangtze River are in urgent need of water! She gently sang FACE/OFF, warning people that nature will "change its face" one day ... I am so excited that a flame will never go away-I want to be a "green messenger" and I want to say to nature with deep remorse and apology: I'm sorry! I want to appeal to mankind to fight for the existence of man and nature.
This will be my eternal wish.
Let green cover the earth again-this will be the wish of all mankind!
Comments: Contemporary teenagers are no longer nerds who "listen to things outside the window and concentrate on reading sage books". They are worthy of a new generation of "family affairs, state affairs and everything in the world, and care about everything". With a deep sense of hardship and a strong sense of social responsibility, the author of this paper pushes his vision to nature, and talks about the important topics of "environmental protection" and "ecological balance" with specific examples of man-made destruction of ecological balance and revenge by nature, indicating that "environmental protection is imperative. Everyone should start from the self "attitude, and at the end of the article pour out the voice of" let the green cover the earth again ".
The call of life
There is an old maple tree at the gate of the park, but it has fallen leaves this summer. ...
One day, a little boy went to the park with a fairy tale, perhaps to feel the strange experience of the frog prince on the park lawn. Just as he entered the park, a maple leaf fell and fell into the hands of the little boy. The little boy picked it up and read "Help me!" "The little boy was surprised. He thought it might be a distress signal from the frog prince. He threw away the leaves in his hand, jumped forward and shouted, "Prince Frog, I'm coming! "That fallen leaf has been forgotten. ...
One day, a young man walked to the park with a bunch of red roses in his hand, perhaps preparing to enjoy sweetness and romance with his girlfriend. At this time, another maple leaf fell, which happened to fall on the bouquet of roses. When the young man saw it, the same word was written on it, "Help me!" "He immediately crushed the leaves in his hand and said maliciously." What nonsense? What a bummer! "That fallen leaf is dead. ...
Another day, an old man hobbled to the park on crutches. At this time, a maple leaf fell on the old man's shoulder as usual. The old man picked up the fallen leaves with trembling hands. He took the leaf and squinted at it. It also said "Help me!" " . Zheng Zheng, the old man threw away the leaves and muttered, "Young people nowadays, if they do something wrong, they only know pranks. Ah ... "The leaves drifted further and further into an uninhabited world. ...
The leaves are still falling ... no one has ever noticed. ...
The annual carnival is here again. The park is decorated with lights and colorful, so lively! The banner of "happiness" is hung on the maple tree, and colorful balloons have become the most beautiful embellishment. Everyone's face is full of smiles, and the dance team dances with the accompaniment of music. Screams and applause came from time to time on the field ... The children sang "Little Swallow" in front of adults with flowers ... Everyone forgot their fatigue and troubles and enjoyed the "carnival" to the fullest. ...
At this time, a sudden gust of wind came, which no one expected. The air is filled with smoke and dust, and no one can see whose face clearly. There was chaos on the field and more screams. At this time, a loud noise drowned out all the voices present, and the audience was shocked. After a while, the wind miraculously stopped.
After the wind, the sight of a wolf with a few spots was shocking. The maple tree fell, and "happiness" also fell. There is no juicy meat in the trunk, and it is as dark as hell. Its roots are wrapped in many non-perishable plastic bags, which is the most dazzling in the whole scene. It's summer, but there are fallen leaves everywhere. At this time, people found that every leaf was written with the same cry "help me!" " "People who have seen fallen leaves just keep silent at the moment, maybe they are afraid to look up because of guilt, or they are thinking deeply ... At this moment, the sky looks darker, and people see everything in reality-every tree and flower in the park is shaking, and more than one big tree is asking for help. Garbage bags are everywhere on the ground. When the wind blows, they fly all over the sky. The pond is bubbling, the floating garbage is unsinkable, and the stench is numb …
At this time, people seem to understand something and start their rescue activities. This day is June 5th-World Environment Day.
Mother's call
There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call. -Dante
When I was very young, I was weak and sick, and I took injections and medicine for several days at regular intervals. Sometimes I really can't, and I have to be hospitalized for infusion. Usually, the old pinhole still exists and a new pinhole is added.
When I was in kindergarten, the teacher taught us to learn the text, which was often repeated several times. I still didn't understand its meaning, let alone master and use it flexibly. So every time I take the final exam, my grades are always the bottom of the class. My mother is particularly anxious about this, fearing that my future will be ruined by my futility. So when I was sick, she took a vacation at home, took care of me and helped me with my studies. During my illness, my mother taught me to recite the numbers 1- 10. If I were another child, I would recite it in a short time, but I often confuse 2 as 5 and 5 as 6. At this time, my mother's brow is always slightly wrinkled, and she sighs lightly, but immediately stretches out, while I look at my mother and smile.
However, it was at this time that an unexpected thing changed my life.
One night, I walked up to my mother in a daze and told her that I had a headache. My mother touched my head, but her hand suddenly shrank back. She gasped and said to herself, no, I have a high fever. She quickly carried me to bed, let me lie down and cover the quilt. I ran to her room to find medicine for me, but it didn't work. Mother was sweating with anxiety and didn't know what to do. Dad has gone on a business trip, and everything depends on her at this time. At this point, I have gradually lost consciousness. She used her quick wits to buy dozens of popsicles from the shop downstairs, stuck them on all parts of my body, hit a pot of cold water and kept wiping my whole body with a towel. My mother kept calling me to keep me awake, and a kind and powerful, gentle and firm voice flooded into my ears, which helped me find my way home in the boundless darkness.
The next morning, the fever was gone and the room was in a mess. Watching my mother fall asleep with fatigue, I know what to do. In the second year of the primary school entrance examination, I became the first in the whole grade with excellent results. Others said I was a miracle, only I knew it, and it was my mother's call that made me completely awake.
Call for honesty with your heart
Embracing honest and true life is a challenge to life.
The fate of dust is endless and we can't surpass it; We can't bear to slow down the heavy work. Amid all the noise, we have a lot of originality in dealing with it. Proud banks cover up their inner humbleness, while powerful banks cover up the fragility of their will. Bury your lover, but look around him; It is difficult for anyone to know the true meaning of a smile. In this way, honesty is thrown away at will, and truth is trampled on at will. The young man who crossed the river abandoned honesty in the face of danger, which just shows the devaluation of honesty in today's society.
In the morning, when you are in a good mood all day, you get on a crowded bus and smile at several girls next to you, and all you get is a vague sarcastic whisper. What you are lamenting at the moment is the difficulty of frank communication; When you sit around with your friends and talk about friendship, you suddenly find that the person around you who you have long regarded as a lifelong friend is the source of all your gossip. What makes you sad at this moment is the dilemma of honesty. Surrounded by rows of tall buildings, you are often surprised by the desolation of honesty.
However, there is often a feeling of loss. Because after all, we really understand that only with wealth, beauty, honor and talent, life will be like a vast sand dune on the Gobi Desert. Only the embellishment of honesty will inject new green into the desert and turn the lonely smoke in the desert into a vibrant green paradise.
Let's call for honesty with our heart, let honesty become a ray of warm sunshine in front of your window in the morning, let honesty become a crisp bird song in your ear, let honesty become a red fire around you when you are cold, and let honesty become a shade above your head under the scorching sun.
Calling for honesty with my heart, I long for Li Bai's "Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun", and I admire the simple and pure revolutionary friendship and feelings of the great revolutionary mentor Marx and Engels.
Call for honesty with your heart, let honesty become the criterion of your life, let your practice of honesty sprout a touch in your heart, and let your life get a carefree atmosphere because of honesty.
Call for honesty, embrace honesty, and paint a bright color for your personality! Call for honesty, embrace honesty, and make the world full of spring and colorful because of honesty!