活着的文化是历史作文800字【一】
我给大家说一下放风筝的技巧吧：有风的时候，一个人拿着风筝，另一个人拿着线，两人一起跑，先跑一会，拿风筝的那个人把手放开，又跑了一会儿，另一个人松开一只手，另一只手拿着线，站在原地。风筝就可以飞了。
我再给大家说一个关于风筝的笑话吧：有一天，一个人拿着风筝，正好有风，他准备放飞风筝的时候，又没有风了，风筝落下来时，又有风了。就这样反反复复，风筝总是放不上天。
风筝的`图案有：鼠、牛、老虎、兔子、龙、蛇、马……蛇形风筝像一根长长的杆子，牛形风筝飘在天上像一只大大的大鸟正在遮挡太阳。
风筝代表我们的快乐和兴奋。
我每次去放了风筝，都快快乐乐的。回到家，我又说：“我下次还要去放风筝。”
活着的文化是历史作文800字【二】
历史，是永不消失、永不改变的。上至盘古开天、女娲造人、尧舜禅让，下至康乾盛世、福寿膏战争、武昌起义，都是华夏文明的精髓。每当我翻开历史读物时，就感觉自己仿佛进入了时光隧道，去俯瞰那辉煌、灿烂的上下五千年文化。
我看到后羿骑着一匹骏马，高举弓箭、一个一个射下了那为祸至深的九个太阳；我看到大禹挽起裤脚，不辞辛苦地治理黄河，三过家门而不入；我看到越王勾贱卧薪尝胆，最终挫败吴王夫差；我看到汉武帝雄才大略，通西域、击匈奴；我看到武则天勇于尝试，知人善任，成为历史上唯一的女皇帝；我看到朱元璋忍辱负重，最终开创大明基业……
历史，不仅是王朝、皇帝的交替变更，还有文化、经济、对外交流的进步。从茹毛饮血到锦衣玉食，从昂贵庞大的竹简到精美价廉的薄纸，难道不是中国的进步吗？
历史，也并不仅仅是简单记录事件发生。学习历史的终极目标应该是从真实的.历史时间发展进程中提炼出规律性、原理性的东西来指导我们当前的生活。这是建设一个繁荣、文明、发达的社会必不可少的。
虽然历史学家在平常人看来不是一个好职业，但是我仍然钟爱着这个职业。假如我是历史学家，我将竭尽全力，为历史研究作贡献。
活着的文化是历史作文800字【三】
棺材是两个,一大一小。大的是她,小的是祖父。祖父的棺材里只放了他的一套衣服。他要和奶奶合葬,用他的衣冠。灵桌上的照片也是两个人的,放在一起却有些怪异:祖父还停留在二十八岁,奶奶已经是八十三岁了。
I would rather say when that day eventually arrived we were not so sorrowful as imagined, also, the traditional custom didn’t allow too much sadness. She passed away at the age of 83, that was an enviable life span. As for her death, it seemed like an occasion on which the funeral turned to be a celebration. A number of relatives came, they cried on the funeral but then we ate, slept and chatted, as normal. Every time when my sister was about to go to sleep she said to the coffin, “Good night, grandma.”
And then she turned back to us, “Grandma loves us she will surly let us have some sleep.”
We laughed and agreed, as if our grandma were still around us.
There were two coffins, grandma slept in the bigger one while the smaller one was for my grandpa, not his body, but some of his old clothes. In his will several decades ago he told his family if he became a missing corpse in the war, he would be buried with his wife after she passed away, using his clothes to represent his body.
The photos of the couple put on the table also looked strange. My grandma was 83 while my grandpa was always at the age of 28, for all the past half a century.
我看着一小一大两个棺材。它们不像是夫妻,而像是母子。我看着灵桌上一青一老两张照片。也不像是夫妻,而是母子。为什么啊？为什么每当面对祖母的时候,我就会有这种身份错乱的感觉?会觉得父亲是她的孩子,母亲是她的孩子,就连祖父都变成了她的孩子?不,不止这些,我甚至觉得村庄里的每一个人,走在城市街道上的每一个人都像是她的孩子。仿佛每一个人都可以做她的孩子,她的怀抱适合每个人。
我甚至觉得,我们每一个人的样子里,都有她,她的样子里,也有我们每一个人。
与此同时,她其实,也是我们每一个人的'孩子。
I stared at the two coffins, they didn’t look like those belonging to a couple, but more likely to be a mother and her son. Then I saw the photos on the table, they also seemed to be mother and son. Why? Why I had the feeling of strange identity disorder when I stood in front of my grandma? I always felt my father and mother, now together with my grandpa, were all her children, even anyone in the village and anyone walking past the streets were her children. It seemed that her embrace could warm everyone in the world.
I even had the feeling that everyone of us can identify the parts of faces and bodies which are inherited from her, our appearances have something similar to hers more or less. She was everyone’s mother.
At the same time, when she died but we continue to grow old, she became a child of us to some extent.
我的祖母已经远去。可我越来越清楚地知道:我和她的真正间距从来就不是太宽。无论年龄,还是生死。如一条河,我在此,她在彼。我们构成了河的两岸。当她堤石坍塌顺流而下的时候,我也已经泅到对岸,自觉地站在了她的旧址上。
我必须在她的根里成长,她必须在我的身体里复现,如同我和我的孩子, 我的孩子和我孩子的孩子,所有人的孩子和所有人孩子的孩子。
活着这件事变成了最慢。生命将因此而更加简约,博大,丰美,深邃和慈悲。
My grandma had left us. However, I know very clearly that the distance between she and I is always short. We are closed as we were, no matter what happens. The life and death are like two sides of a river, I am here and she is beyond the river. When her soul float downstream and disappear in my sight I know I will swim across the water and stand on where she once stayed.
I must grow inside her root system, she must reappear inside my body, like my daughter, like my granddaughter, like the child of everyone.
Living on earth is a slow process. Life is simple, deep, beautiful and full of kindness.
