Writing paradigm
Wake yourself up.
"White orchids, white orchids ..." Distant and familiar floated into my ears. In such a busy str
Writing paradigm
Wake yourself up.
"White orchids, white orchids ..." Distant and familiar floated into my ears. In such a busy street, the soft voice, though low, suddenly hit the softest part of my heart. Looking up, I saw an old woman about 60 years old, wearing an indigo headscarf and carrying a basket of white orchids for sale.
"Little niang fish, buy two? Very fragrant. " I looked at the basket of white orchids, crowded and very cute. That unique smell makes people feel refreshed. I picked two flowers, closed my eyes and sniffed them gently. A gloomy fragrance got into my nose until it got into my brain.
The smell of deja vu awakened my dream for many years. Small bridges and flowing water pillow river people. The bridge is simple and vicissitudes, the water is clear, and the family is laughing between the white walls and tiles. The large green Parthenocissus on the wall is shaking, I don't know if it is a breeze or laughter. "Zhi-"The door opened and a lavender woman came out. She is wearing a plum-red cheongsam with white flowers. The sound of the heel knocking on the slate drifted away, just like an animal knocker shaking on a heavy door. ...
This magnolia flower is crystal clear, like a hairpin on grandma's head. When I was a child, I was prone on my grandmother's back, and I liked to touch the hair roots buried in my black hair with my hands, leaving only the hair sticks like magnolia, which were smooth and moist. Grandma's hands are very dexterous, and she is busy in front of the stove before and after the Spring Festival. Those cakes were melted by her own hands, especially sweet, like magnolia. Green Zongzi in front of Tomb-Sweeping Day, Zongzi on Dragon Boat Festival ... and beggar chicken, oily duck, distiller's heel, Sweet and Sour Mandarin Fish, etc. Grandma can cook Soviet-style food. Now grandma is old, her hair is gray, and she seldom cooks so much delicious food, but the hair clasp is still slippery and has a moist feeling.
Moonlight melts and flowers bloom. Grandma likes telling me stories. In the past, during the Dragon Boat Festival, every family made zongzi. Pujian, wormwood and garlic are hung at home, and Zhong Kui is hung in the hall. Old people wear velvet flowers, women wear mugwort pomegranate flowers, children wear tiger hats, poison suits, and a small net bag with salted duck eggs in it ... very lively. Now when grandma says this, she sighs and faints.
Smell it again, and the taste of magnolia has not changed, and it is still so fragrant. Looking at the busy streets, people are bustling, but I can't see them as natural and calm as my grandmother.
The weak Mulan woke up, and the hurried crowd woke up.
Close your eyes and take a deep breath. The noise has faded away, only the fragrance of magnolia.
Test analysis: This is a propositional composition question, and the title given is Awakening. When you conceive, you should add this title: either ask "Who is awake", "What is awake", "Who is awake" and so on. The idea focuses on the meaning of "awakening": that is, something that was originally in a lethargic state and is now awakened. This "lethargy" is not real sleep, but mental ignorance. Only by thinking about this aspect can we be more profound.