Demonstrate the relationship between sacrificing one's life for righteousness and loving life in at least two ways.

Hundreds of people struggled for more than ten hours for a young life in a deep well;

For their one-year-old children, blind parents set up ladders for those who are not afraid of mud and stones with thin shoulders;

A 70-year-old grandmother used her fragile back as the biggest shelter for her grandchildren who were sleeping in her arms. ...

We are indomitable about life; In order to live, we always do. Because life is precious, precious life needs our care and deserves our care.

Life comes from nature, which is difficult and dangerous. Any slight environmental change will lead to premature death. Look at the extinction of many species, and you will know how fragile life groups are. As far as the individual of life is concerned, it is weaker and more fragile. Needless to say, human beings are facing threats such as diseases and disasters. It is more difficult for small creatures to live in nature. But the power of life is shocking, even for weak animals and plants. Tiny seeds cherish the gift of heaven and keep working hard. Roots are desperately drilling down, and buds are desperately squeezing up. Even in the hard stone pile, they are not afraid, just to accept the love of the breeze and the bath of the sun. A little ant didn't waste his life for a rare life. He is diligent and busy. Gecko in the corner can give up his tail without hesitation in order to prolong his life. These humble animals and plants can't bear the loss of life in vain, try to enjoy the fun of life and fight tirelessly. How can we humans, who call ourselves primates, ignore the existence of life?

Life is great, life is lofty, and no one will give up life easily. Everyone's heart is full of longing for life, so are healthy people and people with physical inconvenience. Healthy people strive for good health from their parents, while disabled people strive for persistence in life. When we appreciate the starry sky and experience the magic of the universe, Hawking is exploring unknown substances in the universe with his movable two fingers. When we swam across the lake and rippled in the blue breeze, Hasenmayer was exploring the mystery of the bottom of the deep lake; When we open the books and enjoy one pleasing article after another, Zhang Haidi may be on the collapse of the bed, struggling to write her desire for life; When we stopped in the Woods and watched the dead leaves falling in the rustling autumn wind, Shi Tiesheng might be immersed in the reverie of life. These incomplete lives strive for life without regret, because they know that life is unyielding and precious.

Montaigne once said: "Our life is endowed by nature, and it is superior." Life is precious, without it, we will have nothing. However, many living people always don't cherish the right to live. They treat themselves at will, and even trample on other people's lives: Chechen explosion, Palestinian-Israeli conflict, "prisoner abuse" by the US military, coal mine flooding, house collapse, lovelorn suicide, network death ... These heavy events warn us that life is so expensive; How precious life is!

When you breathe, when your heart beats, please remember: life is precious, precious life; Caring for life, playing the strongest voice that touches people's hearts.

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This paper first outlines three shocking scenes of caring for life with concise pen and ink, thus pointing out the value of life, and then reveals the fragility, resistance and persistence of life by quoting, giving examples and comparing, and profoundly expounds the significance of cherishing and caring for life. The full text is rich in materials and accurate in examples. Many sentences are concise, chewy and thought-provoking. In particular, the exposition of "incomplete life strives for the persistence of life" is very wonderful and poetic, which can be called a masterpiece.

The slight deficiency is that the language in the fifth paragraph (that is, several examples of weak animals and plants) is not concise enough.

Let the fire of life burn

The vast wilderness is endless. When the ape-man walked out of the forest and embarked on a journey, was he at a loss? The road ahead is long, not to mention the tiger's teeth are ready to go, not to mention the greedy eyes of the serpent. Cold wind, ice and rain alone are enough to make him miserable. However, a flash of lightning tore through the sky, bringing hope for life. Yes, that's it, fire!

Fire is hope. With fire, human beings have the basic strength for survival and development. Use fire to drive away wild animals and use fire to resist the cold, so that human beings can survive; Fire is used to reclaim land, build homes, cook food with fire, and bid farewell to unpalatable raw meat. With fire, human beings can grow and develop. Otherwise, how could Shakespeare shout in Hamlet: "Man, the primate of the universe, the essence of all things!" How can there be such a civilized and prosperous earth? Fire is the hope of mankind.

Hope is a flame. A promising life is like the warmth, vitality and smell of a fire. A hopeless life is like a lifeless pool of ice water, cold and lifeless, unhappy all day long, because there is no fire.

What made Sima Qian bear the burden of humiliation, travel all over Qian Shan, search for historical sites, collect information, endure secular cynicism, and finally become Historical Records, which is "Li Sao, a masterpiece of historians without rhyme"? It is hope, the hope of "learning from heaven and man, understanding the changes of ancient and modern times, and becoming a family statement."

What makes a miner go deep underground but try his best to survive? This is a hope, a hope of survival. Like fire, play the potential of life and tap human instinct. After dozens of days of torture, I still have a firm will, and I don't give up or back down.

What kept Zhong Nanshan calm in the face of the devastating attack of SARS? What makes angels in white go forward and face up to SARS? It is hope, it is the hope of victory, and it will continue to move forward in the rapids.

The charm of hope is that even in adversity, it can stimulate your inner potential.

The greatness of hope lies in sailing forward even in misfortune.

The power of hope lies in that even if failure frustrates the present, it can inspire you to keep moving forward.

Hope is like a fire, igniting your life, making it appear in the burning and showing its true value in the glow.

Then, please light the fire of your life, let the burning fire reflect your true self, light up your way forward, and make life eternal in creating truth, goodness and beauty!

[Comment] This paper is an exam-oriented composition based on the title composition "Fire" in the quality inspection of senior three in 2004. The author draws a central argument from the great effect of "fire" on human beings: fire is the hope of human beings. Then use three examples to demonstrate from different angles. Sima Qian used "fire" to ignite ideals, miners used "fire" to ignite their desire for survival, and Zhong Nanshan used "fire" to ignite their belief in winning. The example is true and credible. The discussion at the end deepens the central argument and gives people upward motivation.

(Shude School's 2004 Excellent Quality Inspection Composition for Senior Three was written by Teacher Zhou Zhiteng)

Grass of life

Zhu Yi Mudu Experimental Primary School Class 6 (2)

I don't know when I opened my sleepy eyes; I don't know when I cried. But it is still hazy and dim all around. ...

I know that wet and muddy objects are called soil; I know I have to break through the ground with tender leaves. I pushed up with weak strength, time and time again, I tried, time and time again, I failed. Finally, I saw the harsh golden light and heard the crisp birdsong.

Looking at myself, full of youthful green, although small, I still smiled smugly. Looking around, you can see the pure white lily standing gracefully, and the delicate and delicate roses exude a fragrance. I bowed my head in inferiority, and I realized that I was so dim, so small, so insignificant. ...

I release oxygen and absorb carbon dioxide like a pine and cypress, making the air very fresh and pure. But people just keep praising pines and cypresses. I can't get love, and all I get is fleeting light.

In autumn, the fallen leaves are full of sadness, and I also turn yellow. I recall the past: I decorated the earth with my own green body and set off flowers; I purified the air with my weak body. I silently dedicated my humble body to mankind, but what did I get?

At this moment, a sweet voice sounded in my ear: "look, how lovely this grass is!" How tenacious the vitality is! " My heart trembled, and I was as rich and fresh as a pool of clear water. I have also contributed to the earth like flowers and trees, and I have also been appreciated by people. A burst of relief came to my mind, and my life was equally wonderful. Although I am gradually drying up and disappearing, in the spring of next year, I will still be green, lovely, silently dedicated and without regrets. ...

The whole recommendation shows us the indomitable vitality and lofty ideological realm of a weak life by anthropomorphic methods, which is alarming and inspiring after reading it.

Note: This article was published in the April 2002 issue of Reading, Writing and Reading.

Song of men

I want to sing a song. This is a song of life.

July 7, 2003, at 4: 30. I quickly took out Xinmin Evening News from the mailbox, just like in the past. Although the exam is approaching, reading newspapers is still my habit for many years. The line of sight crossed the first edition, the second edition and the fifteenth edition. Suddenly, my eyes lit up: Iranian conjoined sisters are going to have separation surgery! With a scream, the photos of the two sisters came into my eyes. Except for some skulls, they are no different from ordinary people, but their bright eyes are a little melancholy, but full of longing for the future. Knowing that they are 29 years old, I was shocked again: where did they get such great courage? This operation is a narrow escape! I am really worried about them. Faced with the threat of death, the two sisters are willing to leave the hope of life to each other. What a beautiful heart!

July eighth. When I got the newspaper, I broke the routine and went straight to page 15. According to my inference, this news should be reported continuously. As expected, almost all the pages published the news. However, the eye-catching title makes me feel cool: the operation is in trouble! I feel that the air around me is frozen, and I can only hear my own heartbeat. It turns out that their skulls are thicker than expected, so the operation takes more time, and the doctor can only cut one millimeter at a time. I'm more scared than them. All I can do is pray for them, and then pray.

July 9th. As soon as the time came, I hurried downstairs and quickly took out the newspaper. I can't wait to turn to page 15. "Oh, how come!" I cried, hardly believing my eyes. But it is clear in the newspaper that the two sisters are dead. Suddenly, my nose is sour and my cheeks are covered with crystal tears. The photos of the two sisters were enlarged and published in the newspaper. However, their smiles have become eternal ... The scene of sisters overcoming all kinds of difficulties and tenacious life in the past 30 years flashed before my eyes. Now, what a huge price they have paid for a brighter tomorrow!

I really want to sing a song for these two sisters, a beautiful and sad song with tears. While I am proud of their beautiful life music, I wish them good luck on their way to heaven. Perhaps, this is also the song that the two sisters want to sing most in their hearts, which is known all over the world. This is a song that pursues life at the expense of death. ...

Bamboo of life

Author: Liu Gewei

When the long spring breeze blows the branches of willows green, when the sweet spring rain wets the eyebrows of the grass, the bamboo forest is covered with hairy pointed tails, that is, bamboo shoots. They snuggled up to the handsome bamboo and tried their best to absorb the rain and grow up. At this time, bamboo shoots are delicious on the table. People can make them into all kinds of delicious food and enjoy them. More bamboo shoots continue to grow, one height a day.

Summer God came, and bamboo shoots grew into green bamboo. In this hot summer, breathless people found their ideal small world _ _ bamboo forest. Children play games here, students read books here, and old people enjoy the cool here. Everyone feels extremely comfortable. Dense bamboo leaves block the scorching sun, and even if they are burned by the sun, they will not yield. Occasionally, they will send a cool breeze to people.

In autumn, leaves wither and flowers are few and far between. The grass on the ground and the rice in the field make up a golden world. However, in the bamboo forest, the spring is still high, because here, whether you look up or down, it will always be green. Autumn is the harvest season, and the fruits on the mountain and the rice in the field are all harvested. Bamboo is always ready to sacrifice and dedicate itself. People use them to weave bamboo baskets and beds, and bamboo baskets are selfless when used.

The cold winter came, and almost all the plants froze to death. Although bamboo is not as strong as pine trees, it has to fight against snow like pine trees. It was crushed by the heavy snow, but it didn't fall. It was bent by the cold wind, but it never gave in. It finally survived the severe winter. Bamboo is indomitable at this time.

I love bamboo, which has always attracted me and guided me to go on.

An example of composition with the theme of "life"

Zhang guangxiang

Read the following text and write as required:

Not long ago, at the Australian Open, a bird suddenly flew into the court and was killed by a flying tennis ball. The player who hit the bird immediately stopped the game and ran to the bird and knelt down. ...

The 75-year-old man from Heilongjiang Province left his hometown with his mother 10 1 year-old and traveled all over China, just to let his mother and himself see more of this beautiful world in their lifetime.

People have different understandings and behaviors in front of life. Please write an article on the topic of "life". What you write must be within the scope of life.

Wonderful life

Heyi

The creator created life and made the world full of vitality. Life thrives in the long river of history, blooming with dazzling brilliance. Life is born wonderful.

Seneca said: "Life is like a fable, its value lies not in its length, but in its content." Only when life shines brightly can we not disgrace the meaning of life.

In the long river of history, countless heroes have made life and death choices in order to make their lives wonderful. Qu Yuan shed tears in order to make his life wonderful. Jing Ke, a great hero of a generation, sang "The wind blows and the water cools, and the strong man will never return" for a wonderful life, and spilled blood in Xianyang Hall; Wen Tianxiang, immortal because "no one died in life since ancient times, and the heart of keeping Dan is as bright as Khan", lay down under the Mongolian sword for a wonderful life; Qiu Jin, a "delicate and graceful" woman who built a lake, was killed by the Qing dog for a wonderful life. Countless heroic sons and daughters, unwilling to be ordinary, sacrifice their lives for justice and make their lives shine.

Life needs excitement, and excitement burns the brilliance of life.

Pasteur said: "Life is real life in the most dangerous environment". Grass grows in the ruins just to show its wonderful life; The pine tree stands on the cliff, showing its wonderful life; Camels run in the desert just to show their wonderful life. Only wonderful life can live forever in the universe.

Only when life is meaningful will it be wonderful, and a wonderful life will be meaningful.

Van Gogh's life was integrated with sunflower, leaving the essence of art to mankind, and his life was wonderful; Beethoven devoted his whole life to music and awakened mankind with the song of life, and his life was also wonderful; Marx devoted himself to the cause of capitalism all his life, and his life was also wonderful; Kong Fansen devoted his life to the people of Lankao, and his life was equally wonderful ... Ba Jin said: "It is better to die with a bang than to live in cold and loneliness. If life is meaningless, then end it as soon as possible. "

Grass dedicates green to spring and makes its life wonderful; A clear spring injects its sweetness into the hearts of thirsty people, making its life wonderful; The red sun transmits its warmth to the cold winter and makes its life wonderful.

Flowers bloom not for withering, but for results, and the results are not for ending, but for self-renewal. So is life!

Make life wonderful!

Vernal equinox flower

Xie Juan

What do you see, what disappears, what disappears, remember,

I stand at the ends of the earth. Hear the sound of soil sprouting.

Waiting for the flowers on the other side ...

Perhaps everyone has spent his life guarding the flowers of life, perhaps the passionate sunflowers in Van Gogh's works, or the bright fireworks that lit up the night sky at that moment … but the flowers are always on the other side of life! Always waiting for our arrival, waiting for the flowers to bloom, waiting. ...

Therefore, we call it the flower on the other side.

Kafka once designed four endings for Prometheus who was bound: hiding in a stone, being forgotten, or ... but he didn't design an ending: Prometheus stole fire for mankind and flowers bloomed on the other side of the earth. When it was pecked by a vulture, I think its heart is happy and its life is complete, because they can hear the sound of flowers!

I think this is the true meaning of life, for the moment when flowers bloom. However, our life can't be as legendary as Zenromesius, with colorful descriptions, so that the flowers on the other side can spread all over the world. Human life still has a soul, and the soul needs to be exported, so it is doomed to be incomplete. So, when we cross the height of life, let the soul fly and listen to the sound of flowers …

Facing the rising sun, flocks of flying birds and the boundless sea, we lament the beauty of life and the kindness of the creator.

While helping the elderly who are in their twilight years, holding the pure newborn baby and enjoying it under their parents' knees, they also lamented the preciousness of human affection.

In the decades of ups and downs, in front of the loving partners who spent their lives together, we lamented the sacredness and loyalty of love. ...

When our souls have the best feelings in the world, life will sprout quietly. When this flower opened in front of our eyes, we engraved it deeply in our hearts, slowly emitting a faint fragrance and pulling the heartstrings tightly. When we turn around, the angel of love stands on the branch and looks at the blooming flowers on the other side of our hearts …

Because flowers bloom, so happiness, because happiness, so life is valuable. In order to live, we look for love, good human feelings and wait for the sound of flowers. ...

Facing life, flowers bloom on the other side.

On Life in Ancient China Culture

Lv Jun

Whether it is beheading like a watermelon in Water Margin or killing all the people in The Journey to the West, it seems that China's life, whether a man or a demon, is not so valued, at least in some literary works. Huang Wenbing's old man was extremely unlucky, but he wanted to get a small official, so he sued Song Jiang, had him tied to a post, and banned alcohol for life like a sliced Beijing roast duck. When Song Wu killed Zhang Jiandu, he probably wanted to try the blade, so he cut off the mouths of people, big and small, who spilled urine and ashes, not to mention the "beheading of five thousand" in The Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Is this life? Nothing is as good as dirt.

I think the works of Mr. Guan Hanqing, one of the "great tragedies in the history of China", are not just the tragedy of that little woman. It's so sad: Guan didn't know whether it was to sublimate the plot or to drink too much, but regardless of how poor her life was, she made a weak woman make a vicious oath before her execution. Curse a few faint officials for "sores on their heads and pus on their soles." It must be three feet of snow and three years of summer drought. God, how many houses will be crushed and how many people will starve to death! However, we turn a blind eye to many lives that died of hunger and cold. In class, we talk about how clever it is to analyze the plot and make the finishing point.

Therefore, in the minds of China people, life-mainly the enemy's, regardless of the enemy's rival in love or class-is worthless. This kind of thought is permeated in ancient and modern times and even contemporary times, and it seems to have been deeply branded in the minds of Chinese people, and most of them are expressed by artists. As far away as Zhang Sanguo, there are thousands of unlucky ghosts in Qian Qian, as close as the "National Army" soldiers who were knocked down in the Northern War, or the American soldiers who were crushed like ants in Shangganling. When our blood is boiling, it is easy to forget one thing: life!

So, of course, there have been a lot of literary works describing how to endanger life. Artists are madly picking up "swords" and stabbing their enemies in an unprecedented way. How many brothers turned against each other, father and son turned against each other, and husband and wife separated? I can't enumerate the facts. For example, the trend of eating "ghosts" at that time, since people have become "ghosts", it is not a person, and life naturally does not matter. Naturally share it with everyone. At least that's what those who were carrying the pot thought at the time.

I remember that a few years ago, the topic of the college entrance examination composition was "overcoming vulnerability". Quite a few teachers changed the content to this: Both parents died shortly before the exam … but I finally overcame my weakness and walked into the examination room. It seems impossible to criticize the candidate. Our predecessors have been able to make weak women swear and poison in order to render artistic effects. Today's candidates can certainly send their parents to the crematorium on the test paper, thus winning high marks.

Flowers and caterpillars

Jamesin

Someone once asked me: which are you more afraid of, flowers or caterpillars? I remember before answering the question, I laughed that he would ask me such a stupid question. But a year later. Now that I think about it, this question is still worth pondering.

Flowers are supernatural things and are called "the soul of life". He has extraordinary temperament and charm. Every drop of rain is willing to touch its pink face. Until it dries up. Every bee is willing to be busy for it all his life, and everyone will jump for joy because of her beauty inexplicably.

Flowers have such charm, why should I be afraid of them?

No one doesn't love flowers. No one doesn't hate flower-eating caterpillars. Occasionally, when I see a caterpillar committing a crime under the leaves, I feel creepy. At first glance, it's disgusting, like the devil devouring a beautiful soul. Everyone is afraid of such a devil, and I have no reason not to be afraid.

Yes, I've always liked flowers, and I'm afraid of Mao Mao. But when I saw a caterpillar die between people's fingers, I felt the flowers were terrible, because I realized the fragility of life. In an instant, a life disappeared from this world. What disappears is not so melancholy, because what disappears is a small enemy I am afraid of. If it is a flower, I will be sad as long as its petals fall gently. I am afraid of the disappearance of the caterpillar, because it makes me feel sad about the withering of flowers and because it makes me feel the fragility of life.

I don't know why, but the death of the caterpillar makes me sad. Because it brought flowers to the border of death? No, because its death is as sad as a flower. It can live in contempt and die without saying a word. This is the existence of life, and its death also represents the disappearance of a flower-like life. In this way, the lives of flowers and caterpillars are sad, and their lives are also full of rational brilliance.

Every life in the world is a flower. Whether people, animals or plants, their lives are tenacious and fragile.

Life is like a delicate glass. Often can not stand the impact of natural and man-made disasters, broken into pieces of light, each piece is transparent; Life is like a beautiful flower, which can't stand the ravages of wind, frost, rain and snow. It is beautiful all over the ground, and every flower is warm.

Every life is fragile and precious. I was afraid of caterpillars before my death, but I was awed by caterpillars after my death, which broke the life of "unbeaten flowers".