Ye Shiqiong, Class Three, Senior Three.

When the sky is dark enough, the stars will shine.

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The most primitive fear of human beings comes from the long night. Cold and darkness swallowed up all courage and confidence, so human beings used fire, dreams and all kinds of things to comfort themselves shivering in the dark. However, there are always some fearless and brave people who don't want to close their eyes and paralyze themselves in the dark. They choose to look at the stars in the dark, firmly believing that their standing can summon an immortal fire for mankind and greet the dawn through the night. They looked at their beliefs like scarecrows in wheat fields, watched and followed the sunshine of life like sunflowers, and finally ushered in the first starlight that pierced Li Hei because of their persistent watch.

The arrival of suffering and darkness is like a tsunami, sudden and unstoppable. Only the hardest and toughest rocks can endure the rapid overflow of seawater overhead and wait patiently for the ebb tide to see the light of day. In the art history of China, Xu Wei is a figure that cannot be ignored. He introduced a powerful torrent of life to China's painting and calligraphy art, which will be remembered by future generations. But the main reason why Xu Wei is talked about among the people is his legendary life experience: his family changed in childhood, and then he was involved in politics and War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression; Killing his wife by mistake in madness and being jailed; He wrote his own epitaph and even committed suicide nine times without dying. His life was a long struggle against suffering. However, even though he thought about giving up his life ravaged by pain, he never let the brush slip from his hand. On the contrary, his trembling and crazy brushwork rang a loud bell for the history of China art, and a door opened because of his crashing. As stubborn as Xu Wei, there are Van Gogh and Rembrandt. They are also firmly guarding their understanding and yearning for truth, goodness and beauty in the foul suffocation. Even if they are drowned by suffering, they still firmly believe that there must be starlight. Their angular looking back makes the dark sky bright and clear.

"If we have courage and a cool head, we can even sit on the coffin and enjoy the scenery and sing when we are hungry and cold." There are some braver and wiser watchmen whose keen eyes have caught a ray of light in the dark sky. This faint light is enough to ignite the spark of their wisdom. Shen Congwen, a great literary master, was sent to poor rural areas during the Cultural Revolution and suffered inhuman torture. However, in his letter to his nephew Huang Yongyu, he still happily said, "The lotus flowers here are really good ..." This is the atmosphere and wisdom of a star watcher and a torch that can light the way out in the dark. The sky is still gloomy and gloomy, but some souls who have experienced hardships have broken the silence and predicted the arrival of starlight with subtle and firm voices. Even if they only see a few fireflies, it is a sign that the stars break through the clouds. This is the first song of the Watchers, and their bodies begin to warm up.

We need a persistence beyond pessimism, a call beyond wait and see. Finally, we saw the return of the king. Those pioneers held swords and divided the suffering into shining films and turned them into stars for sober eyes to watch. Under the morning star, they pierced the suffering heart with the rusty sword of suffering. Roosevelt in a wheelchair is such a warrior, Hawking in a wheelchair is such a warrior, and Shi Tiesheng in a wheelchair is such a warrior. "(They) understand the heart of suffering in endless encounters, so they don't fear or curse it, but they are above it, overlooking its ins and outs, and then asking themselves and answering them." My evaluation of Cervantes is undoubtedly the best annotation to these brave people. They are torches themselves, awakening more eyes to join the sacred watch and loudly announcing the sudden shining of stars all over the sky. They are hero leaders and the king of watchers. They let the watch go from loneliness to greatness, and from tranquility to greatness.

Even if the sky is still dark and foggy, there will still be deep eyes shooting into the depths of the universe, waiting for the bright stars to fill the dark earth. "Tears will give birth to fragrant flowers; Lost souls will rise to the distant horizon in droves, creating a new dawn. " Their stalwart figures and burning eyes awaken us from the dreary chaos, and look up at the endless night sky without fear, watching the starlight turn into a new dawn through the mist.

There is a power to watch all night.

Wang Yijuan, Class Three, Senior Three.

Winter is coming and spring is coming. I am still a person shaking a cup of coffee, counting the time, like an unclaimed dog lost in the bustling world, silently wandering and watching. Occasionally, I will dig out the map of happiness in my heart and let her see the light and bask in the sun. It turns out that the dream about happiness is still so clear and bright.

The night is not over, and the lead is not over; The noise is not over, and the dust is undecided. The line on the palm of your hand about fate is always so confusing that I always suspect that God regards man as a doll in the game, and he is in that supreme position, watching human happiness and sadness and laughing at human ignorance and ignorance. After the doubt, there is a secret firmness in my heart: even if the sky is gloomy and turbid, it will clear up and colorful rainbows will appear. And my happiness is not far away.

Senior three is a heavy rain, mixed with fishy smell of soil and salty sweat and tears. It's too heavy to know what to do. I finally understand why some people say that life is incomplete without senior three. Everyone, when young, should experience such a heavy and happy time. With a young heart, in this rainy night of heavy rain, watch all night, watch the future and watch happiness.

Many nights, I silently raised my nearsighted eyes through the window in the slight cold wind and looked up at the blurred starlight in the sky. The wind swims gently in the ear, outlining the inexplicable joy of youth. The symbols hovering in my mind gradually quieted down. The faint light gently spreads a heavy track on the ground, just like the future we are exploring, unclear but firm. I know, I'm here at last, and I'll chase more glory tomorrow. This is an eternal long-distance running. Whoever stops will fall behind. So, I stayed up all night and wasted my youthful energy in this unknown game.

What kind of power makes me watch all night? Is it an expectation for the future or a yearning for beauty? For the original dream in my heart, for the promise of my happiness, in the long and cold night, I kept running and chasing confidence and hope. Like a desperate swallowtail butterfly, broken, burning, chasing a bright dream; Like kapok sleeping in the corner of the school, she stands proudly in the cold night, waiting for spring to ignite her fiery life and put on a gorgeous robe for her.

How hard it is to stay up late, what's more, I still watch quietly with my eyes open. I often feel very tired. I would rather sleep than leave the warm bed again. But I know that there are many people who light a lonely lamp every night and become the confused eyes of the city at midnight; The next day, I dragged my tired body to meet the new challenge. Then there are a pair of invisible hands, which strongly push me forward with invisible power. After all, no one will willingly fail, and people are always so competitive. We all overdraw our youth in this rainy night, and only eternal faith, like a long and bright lighthouse, points in the direction from a distance.

Along the way, I used to hesitate; Along the way, sweat and tears have long been lost in the rain; Along the way, the footprints printed in the mud are still clear; Along the way, I was still watching my original dream. The gloom of senior three can't hide the brilliance of youth. A fiery heart has a steady stream of power. Let me, let us watch quietly in the bustling world, fight all night, and then look forward to our bright future.

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Deng Yan, Class 3, Senior 3.

Inscription: Waiting at this moment seems to be a kind of fate, which I can't escape and can't resist.

"Bianshui, Surabaya, flows to Guazhou ancient ferry, Wu Shan is a little sad. Think about it, hate it, hate it when it comes, and the moon leans on the building. "

Reluctantly waved to the arched school gate, said "goodbye" for dozens of times endlessly, and turned around, but it was full of loneliness and endless waiting.

After returning to the southern town, it became the main theme of my life. I'm waiting for the exam results, but I still haven't heard from them. There is more fear than anxiety. I'm afraid to face the result. I'm afraid that a dream as beautiful as a goblet will turn into sharp fragments in an instant and make me feel pain. The poor performance of the exam always reminds me that the result is nothing more than a crime already laid down in court. The presiding judge will read it solemnly, and there will be no miracle at the end. So I have been avoiding the results of life, escaping all the way and thinking all the way.

As for the memory of that school, I am not easy to use. I am afraid that if I use it, I will stick too much regret, regret and pain. However, they are always so fresh and slightly wet, lying quietly in the corner, occasionally encountering scenes about that campus on TV. People's memory is really strange. Although it was only a short four days, all the details were put in my heart, and they were all made at first sight, and every detail was perfectly matched.

The anxiety of waiting mercilessly eroded my last patience-I carried a telescope on my back and rushed to the roof. At the intersection of latitude and longitude, there is a city full of snow. My telescope tries to find my dream campus in the snow. At this moment, I was surprised to find that pedestrians in the street rushed past me like a flowing river, while I stood in the gap between the past and the future, hesitating, sobbing like an abandoned gravel to find the loss and loss of my home, until all the good things around me gradually disappeared. I still stubbornly hold on to the fire of hope that only gives me a little warmth, hoping it can illuminate my journey tomorrow.

When the lights are dim, I stubbornly stick to the waiting in my heart and endure all the loneliness alone. So boring is a landscape of life. When all the good things are uprooted, you still maintain a regretless expectation, and a little pain revealed by the corners of your mouth can't get rid of the indifferent smile when facing the dim light. Perhaps the most precious thing is the "intersection of sadness and joy" in the table.

Looking forward to a beautiful, exquisite and quiet mood, mixed with a ray of anxious and sad mood, sounded the grand and calm morning bell of Jinshan Temple in Li Shutong, and it sneaked into the surging Dongting Lake in Fan Zhongyan's heart. It guides Du Fu's boat, which rises and falls day and night with Gan Kun, into the tranquility and remoteness hidden on Yuelu Mountain in Zhu's heart.

Seeing is a kind of power that makes people learn to be strong in endless waiting. Seeing is a belief, not a burden, which hinders the pace of progress. Let life be more sober, confident and calm.

Life is like a huge quagmire. In the table, the spirit rises day by day, hoping to surface and bloom a flower.

In my dream, I found myself lying under the arch-like school gate. The clouds in the sky floated to me, touched the gate of high school and drifted away gently. The distant watch continues, but I learned to laugh at everything while waiting.

Viewing distance

Sometimes, the distance is very short, even in thousands of feet, it is only close at hand; Sometimes, the distance is very long, even an inch, but it is far apart.

A long watch is a distance.

( 1)

You stand at the top of the mountain, at an awe-inspiring height.

You are far away from us, a mountain away; You are close to us, and your hearts are interlinked.

You have a steel gun in your hand, and you have the faith and strength of life in your hand. Military caps and olive green make you stand up to your pride. That solemn national emblem makes you understand the weight of the mission.

The cold wind roared and day and night changed. Your eyes are still bright when you move. In your eyes, evil steps stop the desire to move forward.

However, in your eyes, your lover's fluttering clothes and your vigilant eyes when you leave are flashing; Parents' rickety bodies, waving arms and blurred eyes ...

The snow is falling, and you have stood on the height of the sacred soul.

In the change of seasons, you see a peaceful world. ...

We gathered in the distance of a mountain, and it was the watch that made us close at hand from the distant place.

(2)

Behind you is the silent blackboard.

Eyes are bright.

With a pious attitude, stand on the three-foot platform and hold three-inch chalk to express your lofty sentiments. In the face of confused and eager eyes, you send them through one fork after another with your heart.

Before and after death.

Day after day, you stick to the black blackboard, white chalk and yellow solitary lamp.

Time has dyed your black hair white;

Time, bend your body;

The passage of time has left a heavy mark on a young face. You are silent, you are sowing the hope of spring, and you firmly believe that "peaches and plums are silent, and the next step is self-made." Spring has come, hope is condensed at the fingertips, and the breath of spring is coming …

Look at the fragrant world of peaches and plums ...

The long table shortens the distance between the sacred and the ordinary.

(3)

In the hot summer, farmers' uncles walk barefoot on the boundless ridge. ...

The morning sun has risen slowly.

Rice leaves are green, and hands are falling. The solid hoe cultivates the green hope, and in an instant, it has merged into a green world. ...

You squatted barefoot in the field, took out half a cigarette from your dirty pocket, and the smoke curled up ... You smiled with heavy hope. ...

What you see is a world full of grain. ...

The long watch shortens the distance between us and the tiller. ...

(4)

With the first cry, we were born, our immature hands were still waving, and our clumsy feet were still pushing forward. ...

The night is deep, the room is still on, a bright lamp is shaking on the roof, the rickety old chair is creaking, and a woman with rickety waist is mending the school uniform with trembling hands. The cold wind blows, but she is still warm. She smiles, and a certificate of merit for a miyoshi student is on the table. ...

She sewed with needle and thread, bonded with maternal love and affection, and mended years and thoughts. ...

She guards a world of love. ...

Just a few stitches shortened the distance of love. Looking at it for a long time has enhanced the length of love and shortened the distance between the hearts. ...

Between sunrise and sunset, we are a group of devout watchmen. No matter whether the road ahead remains the same or not, our steps are still moving towards the distance; Whether the journey is far away or not, it is the end of the world, but it is only a moment, but only a stone's throw away.

Because we use watches to turn the end of the world into a short distance.

Because, we use watches to extend our distance to the distance.