問 守望殘缺（作文600字及初三抒情作文）

守望殘缺： life's inherent beauty in imperfection Life is full of beautiful things, but sometimes, we are more captivated by what is incomplete. The concept of "completeness" often carries an air of perfection, but in reality, life's greatest beauties lie precisely in its imperfections. From a singlepetal flower to a broken bridge, there is a universal allure in the idea of "defectiveness." This is especially true in our daily lives, surrounded by countless fragments and incomplete things. Take a quiet afternoon, for example. On a bustling street corner, you might see a man in a corner shop, engrossed in a chessboardlike game of matches. He uses his hands to maneuver sticks, each move meticulously precise, as if he's playing a game of life. The sticks, though broken, form intricate patterns, much like a mosaic that tells a story without needing to be complete. The man's face is composed of furrowed brows and steady hands, a silent testament to the game he's playing. This is the kind of beauty that comes from the absence of a finish, from the raw, unpolished materials that allow us to see the true essence of art. Another instance is a table in a small town. It's a secondhand furniture piece, its legs broken and uneven, yet it stands strong in a shattered corner of a shattered city. The table is simple, with a single drawer that's halfopened, revealing a collection of mismatched books. Each book tells a story, some worn and faded, others with yellowed pages that have seen better days. The table, though imperfect, holds the weight of a thousand memories, a place where stories are born and read, where life is paused and reflected upon. This is the beauty of imperfection, a reminder that what's broken can still be full of life. Take a quiet afternoon, for example. In the street corner, you might see a woman sitting in a broken chair, her hands busy with a needle and thread. The thread is knotted, her scissors are jagged, but the result is a beautiful patchwork quilt. Each piece of fabric is imperfect, yet together, they form a masterpiece. The woman is aWeaver, not of thread, but of life's fragments. She knows how to make the most of what she has, turning scraps into something extraordinary. This is the true art of life: to create beauty from what is not complete. In the end, life's greatest beauties lie precisely in their imperfections. A single flower petal, a broken chessboard, a rusted chair, and a patchwork quilt all tell stories of life's imperfections. These are the things that capture our attention, these are the things that make us stop to admire. Because in the end, it's these things that remind us that life is not about having everything, but about how we handle what is not complete. Life's true beauty is not in the whole, but in the fragments, in the imperfections.