Please provide some model essays on "Know yourself". I can't start.

Analysis:

Climb the stairs and stay alone in the attic.

Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.

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Once thought that the life of ancient literati would be simple and clear, the times gave them concise expectations: to be a general and protect their wives and children. But who is it? Why do you have to put aside those secular expectations and go to a tall building alone to choose another road for your life?

I. Li Bai

Is it a singer who sings on a donkey in the yellow sand and the north wind blowing geese? Is it a sea fishing with neon as the line and rainbow as the hook? Are you a traveler who travels all over the mountains and rivers, singing and walking? In that era of fireworks in March, people expected you to sing praises, please the emperor, and exchange for high officials and generous salaries; And you, on the other hand, want to go to a tall building alone. In the morning, you should take off your boots and grind ink, and put a white deer between the cliffs in the wild.

So you are doomed to be lonely, "until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring my shadow to the three of us", but you proudly said, "What are bells and drums, rare dishes and treasures? I hope that I will never wake up after being drunk. "

And when we look back at the Tang Dynasty, it was not the emperor who stood in the middle of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but you!

Wine into the chest, seven points into the moon, the remaining three points into a firm but gentle roar, embroidered mouth spit is half of the Tang Dynasty.

Second, Su Dongpo.

Did the western Western jackdaw "pluck" all the cold branches and refuse to live? Is it a drinker? I raised my glass and asked the moon. Is it an idiot who has experienced ten years of life and death pain?

In that "star-studded" era, people's expectation for you is to hide your strength and play with pen and ink, but you have to go to the tall building alone. Your light stung those eyes accustomed to the night, and you are doomed to bear the sewage of officialdom and literary and art circles.

And I only see your green bamboo branches, sandals on your feet, your back wet by the rain, your smile is calm and free, and your eyes are clear only in the autumn wind and green water.

Only by sticking to yourself can you reach the height that future generations will always look up to.

Third, Xin Qiji.

Is it the prodigal son of Jiangnan in the sunset? Do you hate the ancients for not knowing that you are crazy? Is it a sad bird that doesn't cry, shed tears or bleed?

In that hedonistic era, people only expected you to flirt with flowers and show off poems, but you insisted on going to the high-rise building alone, "seeing Wu Gou and shooting all over the railings".

On the one hand, "the sun is setting, the rain is heartbroken", and on the other hand, "cars and BMWs are full of fragrance". You are determined to be an Iraqi under the dim light.

You denounced, "You don't dance, you don't watch, Yuhuan Yan Fei is loess"; You hesitate, "who can I change, red scarf and green sleeves, hero tears"; You expect, "see the sword when you are drunk, and blow the horn when you dream."

How I want to travel through a thousand years of time and space and get drunk with you.

In the west of Nanshan where chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Lin Qingliu writes poems; Deep in the bamboo forest where the bright moon shines, the piano is melodious and the song is long; Under the bright moon, you go to a tall building alone, put aside secular expectations, and sing a poem like running water among the green mountains and green waters.

Wearing a thin gown and touching it with his hand, he proudly walked into history, from ancient times and from yellow thread-bound books. It's you, because you stand alone in the tall building and stick to yourself, and also guard the eternal spiritual home in the dark.

In those days when the west wind withered the trees last night, it was you who stood alone in the tall building, put aside the secular expectations and guarded yourself, thus guarding the historical expectations.

Comments:

In this secular and utilitarian era, I am very happy to see a young seedling persistently nourishing and irrigating her attitude with the spring water of literature and art.

Looking at the complete text, I only feel that a thick book fragrance permeates it. Based on his profound literary accumulation, the author takes the words of three famous poets, Li Bai, Su Shi and Xin Qiji, in a leisurely manner, and uses concise and literary language to vividly outline the immortal characters of these three historical and cultural celebrities who deviate from the expectations of others, guard their self-knowledge, transcend the secular and be independent from the world. Thin pages, proud violets, detached Dongpo, resentful Jiaxuan, across the dust of history.

Those who stand alone on tall buildings are lonely, but more beautiful. Similarly, in our era of quick success and instant benefit, people who love literature are lonely, but what is more commendable is: "Let students who love Chinese get high marks",

The perfect score of this composition is the practice of this point of view.

(Chongqing No.1 Middle School Yuan Min)

Flying without wings

"Every butterfly is the embodiment of a flower." The beetle smiled and said to me, "One day, you will have a pair of colorful wings and dance in the sky." The sun quietly drips through every inch of my dark blue skin, and I hear the mountain wind passing through the treetops like a profound eulogy.

"Ah, you!" The shrill cry of the little beetle rang in my ear. I dragged my wet wings and opened my tired eyes-pale yellow pink wings unfortunately covered the ground. I changed from a caterpillar to a small moth, and I smiled. Sunshine is a bit extravagant. Although my good friend Little Beetle has been expecting me to be the most beautiful butterfly, dancing lightly among the flowers, I have no hate or regret. If I was destined to be just a little moth, I would have lost my fetus and changed my bones. Although I don't have gorgeous wings, I still have a moving moment to break out of my cocoon. I will still sing praises to this beautiful world with unnatural dances. Please bless me.

"The sky is at the end of every eagle", and my mother's eyes are full of expectation. One day, you will have a pair of powerful wings to spread your brilliance in the sky. The breeze gently blows my yellow hair, and I hear Yan whispering, telling some old stories.

"Ah, you!" My mother's heavy sigh struck my heart. Of course, I understand that I am just an ordinary chicken, and the sky is just a dream too far away. My mother adopted me as an orphan, hoping that I am the proudest one in the sky. Sorry, mom, I'm just a chicken, so blue sky is not my choice. In March in the south of the Yangtze River, the grass grows and the warblers fly, so I run there heartily, like a yellow cloud flying across the green sky. It is a paradise that carries my happiness. I will not frown at the eagle's expectations and crush a day of spring flowers and autumn moon. I will be as happy as an eagle on the ideal grassland. Mom, please bless me. I am a happy chicken.

"Every swan is an angel's smile," my father stared at me kindly. "One day, you will have a pair of white wings and write your noble beauty in the sky." The water drops dripped gently on my feathers, and I seemed to hear the rain hitting the banana, dripping with some eternal sadness.

"Ah, you!" Dad's disappointed eyes are as dim as a torch that has been doused. I was born with a disability, and I can never dream of traveling light. I didn't cry. I think some fly without wings, and some beauty without words. I am still as white as jade, walking in the water, and happiness is flowing. I will smile and bless those companions in the air. The angel's posture is not so close to heaven as flying without wings. Bless me, I am a happy swan.

Comments:

The poet said "a world in a sand, a heaven in a flower", and I said "one article and one thought". In the composition "Flying without Wings", I saw a beautiful and pure childlike world.

In the author's works, every plant, every object and every scene in nature is full of spiritual beauty. Moths, chickens and disabled swans, although they failed to meet the expectations of friends and parents to become beautiful butterflies, proud eagles and noble angels, lived their own beautiful colors, lived a happy and self-sufficient life and gave great affirmation to life.

Using the genre of fairy tales, the author constructs the whole article with smart and fresh brushwork and harmonious care layout, cleverly answers the question of the relationship between self-knowledge and expectations of others, and implicitly and firmly tells people to live their own lives.

1. I am a "mouse" who just wants to die.

These days, I have been anxious about how I should die. I was extremely unwell, but I didn't go to the hospital because a fortune teller told me that I would die this year a few years ago. If I survive this year, there will be hundreds of days and nights.

After careful consideration, I chose to go to the streets and be killed.

Over the years, I am ashamed of human beings, and I have brought the food that people have earned with blood and sweat to my black hole gentle hometown. I have more than a dozen villas, each with a "little honey". I'm afraid of light. I dare not walk in the street. "Rats go to the streets and everyone shouts." Now that I finally realize my mistake, let my death accompany others! Maybe "mouse" will make punishment in the future.

An hour or two passed, but no one shouted or even looked at me. I walked slowly, waiting for death.

I stopped a beautifully dressed young lady. I want him to make a hullabaloo about and let those "heroes save the United States" kill me. I put my arm around her waist and said, "I want to flirt with you!" " "

The lady not only didn't shout, but also gave me a glad eye and said, "Look at your style. You are either a rich man or a big official. I will stand by and watch you. "

What used to sound sweet sounds so harsh today that I left her and ran away. I think this is what she expected!

I ran away and she kept asking, "What's the phone number?" ...

For an old woman who came to me, I think she is old and rich in social experience, and she will definitely recognize me as a "mouse".

But she passed me calmly. I grabbed her sleeve and said, "Can't you recognize me as a mouse?"

What does it matter to me that you are a mouse? There are many sneaky people on the street now! Leave me alone, I have to buy food. With a flick of her sleeve, she seemed much younger, and then flew away.

Strange! Strange! Am I wrong or do they have other expectations?

Suddenly, my eyes lit up, yes! Cops have guns, like peanuts, just fly over.

I walked up to a policeman and said, "Comrade policeman, I am a mouse. Kill me with a gun! " "

When the police saw me, they stood at attention with a bang. "Hello, Director!"

"I'm not a director, I'm a mouse."

"You are the director. Two years ago, you had dinner with our Wang Bureau. "

"Your bureau is also a mouse."

"Hello mouse? You are mice, so we are the sons and grandchildren of mice. Please speak for me in the king's bureau in the future. My name is Xiang Shangguan and my phone number is 5 188. "

I walked slowly in the street, and my heart was in chaos. What happened to this society? Why is my understanding so different from their expectations?

I looked up at the sky and sighed, "Who will kill me, a mouse who just wants to die?"

[Comment] This article is novel in conception and unique in perspective. It takes mice as the main body of "self-knowledge", which shows the dislocation of people's expectations, satirizes people's inversion of right and wrong, and regards abnormality as a normal numbness mentality and a bad world style. Very profound and thought-provoking.

2. Chrysanthemum fragrance season

When the crisp autumn wind blows the sky higher, when a strange child looks at the last flying geese in the south, when the green leaves on the branches turn orange, when a little acid has fallen on the branches, it is the season of chrysanthemum fragrance again.

Pale chrysanthemum

"Glug, Glug ..." Did you hear the crisp sound of iron impact? The breeze blows, the strong muscles exude the breath of life, and the blazing fire cultivates noble sentiments. Ji Kang, a hero of this era and a talented person in this area, lived a blacksmith's life here. Like others, you have high expectations for him, but do you dare to persuade him to be an official? Have you forgotten "Dear John Dan Tao"? The sonorous words have declared his disdain for official career to everyone, so let him be himself, and let the "seven sages of bamboo forest" live the life of "singing under the leaves", "drinking in bamboo forest", "boating in winding water" and "picking chrysanthemums in Nanshan" forever, and don't let vulgar filth cover up the delicate fragrance of chrysanthemums.

The pride of chrysanthemum

Do you still remember Zhuangzi, who decided to "drag his tail on the road" despite the fact that Chu was in a polar position at that time? This man, whose heart is like autumn water, is like a lofty layman who is not tied to a boat. He has talents from all over the world, but he has never given in to the powerful and has been poor and wandering all his life. Do you also want to persuade him to join the WTO and expect him to do great things for the motherland, society and Lebanese people? Yes, everyone hopes so. However, Zhuangzi thinks he is a tree, a tree to defend the soul moon. If you stubbornly pull him up and plant him in filthy social soil, he will wither and die immediately. Let him be a tree forever, and there will be a proud chrysanthemum beside him.

Mourning of Chrysanthemum

"Mountain out vigorously, elegance, elegance. What can you do, concubine? What can you do? " In the face of the turbulent river and the folks on the other side, a generation of bullies could not help but wet their skirts with tears. The river has been named after someone else, and the beauty is in her arms. Is it to escape by boat, rally, or join the Wujiang River to "die like a ghost"? If you were around Wang Xiang, would you persuade him to "stay in the green hills, not afraid of burning firewood"? The elders in Jiangdong also expect Wang Xiang to bear the burden of shame, and perhaps history will be rewritten as a result. However, Wang Xiang finally chose to throw himself into the river. He thinks he should die with dignity. He thinks this is his true heroic nature. The life form of chrysanthemum has withered, but the fragrance of flowers is always there.

Maybe this is the true meaning of life. No matter what others expect, they will pursue what they think is right, freedom, loftiness, dignity of life and heroic quality, put aside others' expectations and discouragement and move towards their own understanding.

When the crisp sound of striking the iron comes from afar, when the ancient Dapeng spreads its wings and flies, when the surging Wujiang River roars in the sky, it is the season of chrysanthemum fragrance.

[Comment] In this paper, Ji Kang, Zhuangzi and Xiang Yu are selected as three historical figures with great personality charm, and noble chrysanthemums are used to symbolize their personalities, and vivid language is used to reflect the relationship between the characters' self-knowledge and the expectations of others. From the beginning, the article showed a vast picture, rich in imagination, rich in literary flavor and fascinating. The last two paragraphs sublimate the theme, take care of it before and after, and the writing is natural and smooth.

Go to a tall building alone

Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.

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Once thought that the life of ancient literati would be simple and clear, the times gave them concise expectations: to be a general and protect their wives and children. But who is it? Why do you have to put aside those secular expectations and go to a tall building alone to choose another road for your life?

I. Li Bai

Is it a singer who sings on a donkey in the yellow sand and the north wind blowing geese? Is it a sea fishing with neon as the line and rainbow as the hook? Are you a traveler who travels all over the mountains and rivers, singing and walking? In that era of fireworks in March, people expected you to sing praises, please the emperor, and exchange for high officials and generous salaries; And you, on the other hand, want to go to a tall building alone. In the morning, you should take off your boots and grind ink, and put a white deer between the cliffs in the wild.

So you are doomed to be lonely. "Until I raise my cup, I ask the moon to drink three cups", but you proudly say, "What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up after I get drunk. "

And when we look back at the Tang Dynasty, it was not the emperor who stood in the middle of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but you!

Wine into the chest, seven points into the moon, the remaining three points into a firm but gentle roar, embroidered mouth spit is half of the Tang Dynasty.

Second, Su Dongpo.

Is western Western jackdaw unwilling to live after all? Is it a drinker? I raised my glass and asked the moon. Is it an idiot who has experienced ten years of life and death pain?

In that "star-studded" era, people's expectation for you is to hide your strength and play with pen and ink, but you have to go to the tall building alone. Your light stung those eyes accustomed to the night, and you are doomed to bear the sewage of officialdom and literary and art circles.

And I only see your green bamboo branches, sandals on your feet, your back wet by the rain, your smile is calm and free, and your eyes are clear only in the autumn wind and green water.

Only by sticking to yourself can you reach the height that future generations will always look up to.

Third, Xin Qiji.

Is it the prodigal son of Jiangnan in the sunset? Do you hate the ancients for not knowing that you are crazy? Is it a sad bird that doesn't cry, shed tears or bleed?

In that hedonistic era, people only expected you to flirt with flowers and show off poems, but you insisted on going to the high-rise building alone, "seeing Wu Gou and shooting all over the railings".

On the one hand, "the sun is setting, the rain is heartbroken", and on the other hand, "cars and BMWs are full of fragrance". You are determined to be an Iraqi under the dim light.

You denounced, "You don't dance, you don't watch, Yuhuan Yan Fei is loess"; You hesitate, "red scarf and green sleeves, who will change the hero's tears"; You expect, "see the sword when you are drunk, and blow the horn when you dream."

How I want to travel through a thousand years of time and space and get drunk with you.

Nanshan Xichou, the beginning of chrysanthemum, Lin Qingliu wrote poetry; Deep in the bamboo forest where the bright moon shines, the piano is melodious and the song is long; Under the bright moon, you go to a tall building alone, put aside secular expectations and sing a poem like running water among the green mountains and green waters.

If you wear a thin robe, you will walk into history, from ancient times to yellow thread-bound books. It's you, because you stand alone in the tall building and stick to yourself, and also guard the eternal spiritual home in the dark.

In those days when the west wind withered the trees last night, it was you who stood alone in the tall building, put aside the secular expectations and guarded yourself, thus guarding the historical expectations.

[Opinion] This article is focused and imaginative. This paper selects three successful celebrities who have received liberal arts education and puts aside people's secular expectations, such as "independent tall buildings", "guarding eternal spiritual homes" and "guarding historical expectations" The article is full of poetry, implicit images, philosophy in it, vivid words and fluent language. Finally, the finishing touch is really brilliant. In addition, the "fragrant car and BMW fragrant road" quoted in the article should be "BMW carved car and fragrant road".

4. Flying without wings

"Every butterfly is the embodiment of a flower." The beetle smiled and said to me, "One day, you will have a pair of colorful wings and dance in the sky." The sun quietly drips through every inch of my dark blue skin, and I hear the mountain wind passing through the treetops like a profound eulogy.

"Ah, you!" The shrill cry of the little beetle rang in my ear. I dragged my wet wings and opened my tired eyes-pale yellow pink wings unfortunately covered the ground. I changed from a caterpillar to a small moth, and I smiled. Sunshine is a bit extravagant. Although my good friend Little Beetle has been expecting me to be the most beautiful butterfly, dancing lightly among the flowers, I have no hate or regret. If I was destined to be just a little moth, I would have lost my fetus and changed my bones. Although I don't have gorgeous wings, I still have a moving moment to break out of my cocoon. I will still sing praises to this beautiful world with unnatural dances. Please bless me.

"The sky is at the end of every eagle", and my mother's eyes are full of expectation. One day, you will have a pair of powerful wings to spread your brilliance in the sky. The breeze gently blows my yellow hair, and I hear Yan whispering, telling some old stories.

"Ah, you!" My mother's heavy sigh struck my heart. Of course, I understand that I am just an ordinary chicken, and the sky is just a dream too far away. My mother adopted me as an orphan, hoping that I am the proudest one in the sky. Sorry, mom, I'm just a chicken, so blue sky is not my choice. In March in the south of the Yangtze River, the grass grows and the warbler flies. I will run there heartily, like a yellow cloud across the green sky. I will not frown at the eagle's expectation and crush a day of spring flowers and autumn moon. I will be as happy as an eagle on the ideal grassland. Mom, please bless me. I am a happy chicken.

"Every swan is an angel's smile," my father stared at me kindly. "One day, you will have a pair of white wings and write your noble beauty in the sky." The water drops dripped gently on my feathers, and I seemed to hear the rain hitting the banana, dripping with some eternal sadness.

"Ah, you!" Dad's disappointed eyes are as dim as a torch that has been doused. I was born with a disability, and I can never dream of traveling light. I didn't cry. I think some fly without wings, and some beauty without words. I am still as white as jade, walking in the water, and happiness is flowing. I will smile and bless those companions in the air. The angel's posture is not so close to heaven as flying without wings. Bless me, I am a happy swan.

[Comment] This article is profound in conception, rigorous in structure, beautiful in language, imaginative and philosophical. Choose moths, chickens, swans as the main body of the presentation, and examine yourself in the face of the expectations of others (friends, mothers, fathers) respectively, and vividly clarify the relationship between "self-knowledge and expectations of others", which is vivid, thought-provoking and intriguing. Moreover, the structure is rigorous, the writing style is extraordinary, and the writing style is smooth and clean, which shows the candidates' efforts in mastering the language.

5. Poet, Moon and Yellow Flower

First, Dongpo bright moon

Langtaosha

Exile the imperial city, hold lanterns in the wind, lead the yellow to clear the warehouse and sigh the hero. In the past, it was very difficult to walk in the scenery of Bianhe River.

There is no end to success or failure, and there is no end to this hatred. Who is with you for pride? A misty rain lasts a lifetime, and snow flies.

After Su Shi was demoted, I specially wrote this word for him. Dongpo's life is extremely bumpy: the twists and turns of love, the collapse of career, the struggle of political vortex, and the difficulty of singing full of grievances.

Family members who are full of hope for him, friends who share his troubles, and people who are taken care of by him all expect him to show his talents, prosper in his career, and help the world. However, Dongpo knows that fate is not good, and the secret door of official career will never accommodate Su Dongpo who is so open-minded.

As a result, he turned fame and fortune into "bamboo shoes." He sang "The River of No Return" on a moonless night, and felt the indifference that "life is everywhere, just like Hong Fei stepping on snow mud". He is not moved by "petty profits and hollow reputation", but just wants to "send the rest of his life to the sea"

Su Dongpo, who knew himself, calmly walked out of the narrow door of politics. Although he surprised everyone, he let us see through a bold, indifferent, open-minded and enlightened scholar of the Soviet Union-a generation of writers.

Self-knowledge is the bright moon of Dongpo, shining on him and entering the long history of eastward spread.

Second, the yellow flowers in Yi 'an

Nanlouling

Su Yue sent a boat alone, but only the shadow went with the flow, and the family was ruined and the wine was left in one place. How can wine be better than night wind disease, phoenix rain and a little sorrow?

Come to the building alone late, hate to lock the eyebrows, yellow flowers are sparse, wild geese sound broken autumn, and a stream of fallen flowers scattered in Tingzhou, when will it stop?

I wrote this word to Li Qingzhao, who has been wandering for a long time.

A strange girl, sentimental, bears the sadness of the country's demise, the pain of bereavement and the pain of adaptation.

At the moment when she married the Zhao family at the age of sixteen, everyone hoped that she would be a good wife with a rich and happy life. However, with the change of the world, out of the bitter war, although Yi 'an is looking for his own happiness, he is always suppressed by the dark atmosphere. He struggled in troubled times and finally lost his way. The boat on Shuangxi carries youth, but it is full of sadness.

As a result, Yi 'an faded his melancholy, gave up his perishable yellow flowers and saw through the vicissitudes of life. After the return of Yan Ci, she diligently studied The Story of the Stone, and wrote down the words of Shu Yu on the cold and rainy night of Wutong, and got to know herself again. Yi An lit a solitary lamp in the dark and hobbled by.

Self-knowledge is the yellow flower of Yi 'an, blowing in the wind, whoever is sad but not hurt, whose sadness contains hard work and beauty. Although its color is different from the color of the world, it always shows strange brilliance.

[Comment] The most prominent feature of this article is its profound language skills. The full text is fluent and poetic. Especially, I can fill in two words as the beginning of each part in a very short examination time, which is brilliant and extraordinary. Although the words filled in are not completely in line with the requirements of the rules, they are also outstanding, which shows that the candidate has extensive reading, high literary accomplishment and excellent Chinese quality.

6. The successful trend of self-cognition.

The power of time has penetrated the towering stone tablet next to Master Hongyi's bone tower, which is shaded by trees. The four dazzling red characters of "Sorrow and Sorrow" stand still in the bleak pine sound. What does it tell people year after year? I have no ability to reveal any light feather of this mysterious inner track, and maybe neither can you-but I remember that year, the master meditated in the study and a woman came with her friends-this was known before the master debuted, and maybe we haven't met for more than ten years. When all the disciples at Manshanmen were expecting a family performance, Master insisted on ordering her to be driven away. This move once attracted the sigh of the world, and only the master himself.

The realm of life is made up of one's own consciousness, and the flashy world seems to be more and more blurred. Too many outsiders are looking forward to it, and everyone has waited. Too many people's expectations have enriched our lives and left our ideal world blank. This blank is too wide and too big, like a bird flying over Wang Yang, which makes people hesitate to speak. In the dead of night, imagine clearly what your childhood dreams and dreams are and where they are in your present life.

There is still room for one person, and we can't help but find that the self-consciousness of the ancients is quite clear. Too many scholars and poets seem to care little about other things besides writing and painting. Li He said: "I was born at the age of twenty. When I was frustrated, my heart was full of sadness and gratitude." Only 20 years old, his brain is broken. At his age, it is the age when others are eager for promotion, and it is the age when others expect to be an official, but he doesn't care about his leisure time. Later generations opened the product of his spiritual world and found it beautiful and magical-such a magical spiritual fruit was not covered.

Following the expectations of others can make you famous and strive for the prosperity of the material world. In fact, this has become a trend. Like the ancients, self-entertainment has long since disappeared in this society where the spiritual world is disappearing. But only when there is no utility, quiet inside, and no obstacles, Sima Qian is completely useless in others' eyes. Socrates drags his fat body around every day, and Beethoven is deaf in others' eyes, but they all exceed others' expectations and become great men. We can't help but reflect on their self-awareness of life. All people with great spirit have a self-awareness heart, and a strong spiritual consciousness can help them get rid of external interference. In their minds, the direction they choose is a shortcut to the spiritual hall. No matter what the world is like, they will never give up the path they have chosen. "It's hard, it's hard, it's perfect." They shine in the paradox of others' expectations.

Some people spend their whole lives looking for a successful life that others expect. Businessmen work hard and politicians do their best. Only those who have the heart will trace back to the source and salvage the fish of success from their spiritual home. In the end, he will pull his successful life longer and longer like a fisherman pulling kelp, and finally pull down the whole sea.

[Comment] This paper selects two groups of characters respectively. They face the expectations of others that are too high or too low, and through self-cognition, some stick to themselves and some "go to glory", which fully proves the importance of "self-cognition" in life's destiny and highlights the theme. The full text comprehensively uses narrative, discussion, lyric and other expressive techniques, which is vivid and rich.