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The ancients once said: You know the gains and losses of articles through the ages. Life difficult, make an issue also difficult. I like writing, but I don’t have the motivation to write articles through the ages, so I don’t care much about whether the articles are well done or not. Frankly speaking, I like writing articles. I don’t know if what I write can be called articles, but as long as I can gain happiness from the words I smeared, I will be satisfied. Maybe it was because I was born in the mountains and grew up in the mountains since I was a child. For every mountain in my hometown, even every forest, every tree and every grass on the mountain, they all have deep feelings. When I was still studying in Teachers College, one weekend, my parents went to school to see me for the first time. I planned to ask my second elder to go somewhere. Before the two old men spoke, I proposed without thinking: otherwise, go to the back mountain of the school. My father was shocked by my proposal. He said: I am tired of watching the mountain everyday. Today, I finally went to the city. You should ask your mother and me to go to the shopping mall in the city. It’s almost the same! Hearing what my dad said, I felt ashamed immediately. I secretly laughed at the absurd words that I unconsciously showed in front of my parents. When I was at home, I liked to go to see mountains and climb mountains. Even in the city, it is also true. Mountain for me, there is always a temptation that is hard to resist. I don’t like to go to the park. I always feel that the beauty of the mountain is natural and not fake. It is a kind of casual beauty. Although there are artificial rockery and fountain in the park, it always gives people a feeling of deliberate carving and restraint. Line to water poor place, from sit is Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei eyes cloud shui zhi mei. I love and admire this kind of beauty. It is quite appropriate to compare it with my attitude towards life. The road of life is like a brook in a mountain. The stream runs, but it always encounters the fetters of reef. The taste of life is bitter, sweet and sour, just like the erratic changes of clouds in the sky. Instead of losing yourself in the vast sea of people because of being confused by greed, anger and delusion, it is better to stick to a spiritual home deep in your soul with your own nature, happiness and fate. I am obsessed with reading, writing, and small articles of different length in my own works, which is the spiritual home I stick. I am eager for my article to have a distinct theme. Once the theme of my article is unknown, I will feel scared and confused. Just as I can tolerate my frank and casual attitude towards life, but I can’t tolerate my confusion and disorder of thoughts, I hope every article of mine can give people a vivid impression of the theme. I am also eager for my words to be clean and sincere. Although the clothes with patches but neat are simple, they are also beautiful. Although it is expensive, gorgeous but dirty, the dress will only make people feel disgusted. I yearn for clean words, and hope every word flowing in my writing is sincere. In my heart, I am a person who thinks little of flashy fame and interests. I don’t know what impression I left on others, but to be honest, I think I am a sincere person. Sincere people naturally hate grandstanding articles, but devote themselves to revealing their hearts with sincere words. Frankly speaking, over the years, I am step by step on the road of connecting one book after another. Books are drops of salty sweat falling down from parents’ foreheads. Therefore, I thank my parents for giving me the opportunity to receive education. I have gained knowledge and wisdom. But I finally let them down! Recently, I read a poem from Haizi: wheat field/When I stand in front of you empty-handed/You can’t say that I am empty-handed/You can’t say that I have nothing. My parents are the wheat field in Haizi’s poem, which breaks my heart when I think of it. Now, I have already stood in front of them empty-handed. Even though I have tried hard physically and mentally, I still find nothing in the end. Will they be heartbroken because of their favorite son? Will they regret working hard with their hearts and minds just to let me receive so many years of education? I guess they were once heartbroken, or they also had regrets, but they never despair for their son because of occasional heartbreak and regret. After stepping out of school, on the phone, my parents no longer talked repeatedly about studying hard and so on. Every time they would never forget their instruction to me: to get along well with others and pay attention to safety when working. In the hearts of parents, children will never grow up! It doesn’t matter how much money you make, just a healthy and healthy family. I guess this is my parents’ biggest wish now, and it is also my biggest wish. I am grateful to my parents for their kindness and education that I have received for many years. Their gradually pale temples are the driving force for me to keep forging ahead. Their gradually curved back is the code that inspires me to practice filial piety immediately. I always have a wish: to write an article seriously for every family member. In the article, I shouted out my deep love for them all the time, just like the ancient wells in my hometown. Inadvertently, I read and remembered a sentence in “readers”: Standing up is only for the morality of scholars, writing is only driven by the soul, and success or failure is blunt, which is not my concern. This sentence is the original intention of my standing in the world and writing articles for a long time. Style, Style is the man. The quality of the article and the success or failure of a person have to be evaluated by others. Article has made. I’m young and. I am gratified by this.

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