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横看成岭侧成峰，远近高低各不同。
不识庐山真面目，只缘身在此山中。
苏轼《题西林壁》
如果说李清照沉浸于幻想，李白甚是浪漫，辛弃疾过于现实，那么精彩的，无疑是东坡了。
一阵悠扬的歌声蓦地传来：
明月几时有，把酒问青天，不知天上宫阙，今夕是何年
对东坡了解不深，无非是儿时整天念叨的那些：大江东去，浪淘尽，千古风流人物。印象中，他似乎是一位很伟岸风光的大人物。
而记忆，却定格在了千年之前，一位已步入不惑之年的男子，带着一副郁郁不得志的愁容，缓缓走到一个偏远贫苦之地。深夜，星光树影，一个苍凉的身影把着冰冷的酒壶独酌，问着苍茫大地寻找月儿的光芒。呆望着时隐时现的星星，静静地幻想云彩、天宫茫然回顾，远处隐隐透着一缕模糊的光，刹那间把眸子照亮
记忆中的影子，便永久的留下了痕迹，渐渐远去
我欲乘风归去，又恐琼楼玉宇。高处不胜寒，起舞弄清影，何似在人间
一天，我读了《精彩极了和糟糕透了》这篇文章，文章的内容深深地打动了我的心。
文章记叙的是：作者在七、八岁的时候，写了第一首诗，母亲的评价是：精彩极了而父亲则说：糟糕透了后来作者又写了好多诗、小说、戏剧、和电影剧本，每次母亲都说：精彩极了父亲说：糟糕透了。后来，作者终于明白了，不管是母亲的精彩极了还是父亲的糟糕透了都是对自己深深的爱。
生活中爱有两种形式，一中爱是慈母般的爱，他总是以亲切和蔼的语言是我们树立信心，鼓励我们不断前进；另一种爱就像作者的严父，他总是会以警告的方式，告诉我们还有不足还应提高。我们应谨慎地把握住这两种爱，使自己不断前进。
我也有同样感受，初三时，我们期末考试考作文，由于初三刚刚学写作文，写得很不好，不是忘掉标点就是写错字，不过我也算尽了我最大的努力了。回家后，母亲看了我的作文鼓励我说：这篇文章真不错，如果没有错字，再加上标点，一定是一篇佳作。听了母亲的话我心了甜滋滋的。是吗父亲说我看看我满怀信心的捧起我的佳作，小心翼翼的交给了父亲。父亲看后严厉的说：不怎么样，怎么一个标点也没有？而且又很多错字，字也写得那么烂我听后伤心极了，垂头丧气的走进了我的卧室
现在，我明白了：在一个人的生活中，需要爱的鼓励和赞扬，使自己鼓起前进的勇气，氧气希望的风帆，勇往直前。另外，还需要有人指出自己的不足。精彩极了和糟糕透了评价虽不无矛盾，但都是父母对自己深深的爱。
The Wonderful Lousy Poems
Budd Schulberg
When I was eight or nine years old, I wrote my first poem.
At that time my father was a Hollywood tycoon, head of Paramount Studios. My mother was a founder and prime mover in various intellectual projects, helping to bring culture to the exuberant Hollywood community, of the 1920s.
My mother read the little poem and began to cry. Buddy, you didnt really write this beautiful, beautiful poem! Shyly, proud-bursting, I stammered that I had. My mother poured out her welcome praise. Why, this poem was nothing short of genius. She had no idea that I had such talent for writing. I must write more poems, keep on writing, perhaps someday even publish them.
I glowed. What time will Father be home? I asked. I could hardly wait to show him what I had accomplished. My mother said she hoped he would be home around 7. I spent the best part of that afternoon preparing for his arrival.
First, I wrote the poem out in my finest flourish. Then I used colored crayons to draw an elaborate border around it that would do justice to its brilliant content. Then I waited. As 7 oclock drew near, I confidently placed it right on my fathers plate on the dining-room table.
But my father did not return at 7. I rearranged the poem so it would appear at a slightly more advantageous angle on his plate. Seven-fifteen. Seven-thirty. The suspense was exquisite. I admired my father. He had begun his motion-picture career as a writer. He would be able to appreciate this wonderful poem of mine even more than my mother.
This evening it was almost 8 oclock when my father burst in, and his mood seemed thunderous. He was an hour late for dinner, but he could not sit down. He circled the long dining-room table with a Scotch highball in his hand, calling down terrible oaths on his glamorous employees. I can see him now, a big Havana cigar in one hand, the rapidly disappearing highball in the other, crying out against the sad fates that had sentenced him to the cruel job of running a teeming Hollywood studio.
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伤感总是在每年木棉花要开的时期，每年新生初来老生将去的季节，总是要在最后分别的日子里流下久违的泪水，迈着沉重的步伐一路走到校门口挥手转身离去各走各自的归途，三年的时光，初中你将深深的埋藏在我心底最深处，不愿再与人分享。
初中三年，有得有失，有喜有忧，收获的太多，青春的脚步还在向前方迈进，我们的Z朝气为了那曾经的三年变得更加充实而精彩。
初中三年，我们因时光与你同伴而更加精彩。
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