A 600-word essay for full marks in the high school entrance examination and its appreciation
In our daily study, work or life, everyone has come into contact with essays. Essays are composed of words and are written by people. Ideological considerations, a style of writing that expresses the meaning of a theme through language organization. So how is a general composition written? The following is a 600-word composition and appreciation of the full score essay for the high school entrance examination that I compiled for you. It is for reference only. You are welcome to read it.
Article 1: Small touches in the corner
Small corners, mostly covered in dust, are always places where inconspicuous things exist. My father, who has a tiny body, left a tiny impression on me. I am afraid that he always hides his body in corners where no one can see him. The same goes for fatherly love, hiding silently.
In our village, people always think that boys can pass on the incense, but what about daughters? Raising them to marry is nothing. Our homes are no different. The younger brother is the apple of the family's eye. My father often goes out to work and is almost silent at home. I rarely talk to my father.
In the last period of the second grade of junior high school, a parent-teacher meeting was held. That day, my father happened to come home. After not seeing him for half a year, he seemed much older. I gave him a cold look and said, "Can you come to the parent-teacher conference this afternoon?" He seemed a little surprised that I didn't let him go to the parent-teacher conference. He nodded.
"Dad, you're back." The younger brother shouted, breaking the awkward atmosphere between father and daughter. "The teacher asked you to go to the parent-teacher meeting in the afternoon!" He said, "I will go to your sister's class. I promised her." The younger brother looked unhappy and didn't even eat much lunch. My father told me, "I'll go to my brother's class first, and then I'll go to your class." I immediately felt that I had no hope. When the class meeting started, I knew even more clearly that my father was just trying to prevaricate me, and he would not come to my class. After the class meeting started, although I kept looking around the classroom, I knew there would be no results. Later I simply stopped looking. When I got home, I didn't blame my father. In fact, I didn't even look at him.
On the way to school the next day, my good friend Qiqi said to me: "Uncle wore new clothes yesterday." I asked puzzledly: "Where did you see him?" "It's in the corner of the classroom."
After school, I deliberately walked over, looked at my father, and asked, "Why were you hiding in the corner during the class meeting yesterday?" He lowered his head, as if he had made a mistake. The child stood at a loss and said softly: "Didn't I get there late?"
Later, I would occasionally stare at the corner of the classroom, and it seemed that my father was still there. A touch of warmth flowed into my heart. The things in the corner may be too small, but they can only feel precious if you put your heart into them.
Chapter 2: Returning to my hometown after twenty years
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by. I calmly got off flight k3654 Chang'e and returned to my hometown. Ever since I had the chance to study abroad that year, I have not returned to this sacred territory for twenty years. As soon as I got off the plane, I was full of longing for my hometown. As soon as I came out of the airport, I was stopped by a young man and said: "Sir, please show me your golden VIP green card." I felt a little uncomfortable (because in the United States, there is no need to apply for this kind of card). I said to him angrily: "You are too old to do anything wrong. You have to lie to people. There is no golden VIP green card in the United States. Even if there is, why don't I know about it?"
That young man, Turn and pull over. There is actually a button behind him. I pressed it and there was a tablet. ‘The plot of this drama is too bloody. 'I yelled to get up. I looked up the Golden VIP Green Card and China's changes in recent years on my tablet. Only after seeing Article 781 did we realize that China has developed rapidly in recent years. The land that has become the world’s ‘leader’ and was lost in ancient times has been recalled by China. Moreover, our country has developed human-like robots that serve people for free. Only then did I suddenly realize that the handsome young man who had just chatted with me was actually a robot...
From a rooster to a dragon, it was majestic. While I was sighing, I seemed to have forgotten something. Suddenly I want to pull up. It seems that I am still missing some card. The button closes automatically.
He said kindly: Sir, please show me your gold VIP green card. I said shyly: "I didn't know there was such a card before, so I didn't apply for it..." He said: "This is easy to do. Say your, your, your name, and Just the ID number. The ID card will be issued in 3 seconds." I said, "My name is Li XX. ID number: 1523XXXXXXXXXXXXXX." The ID card was issued in less than 3 seconds. I was a little dizzy, and someone seemed to be calling me.
"Baby, get up. The sun will almost set if you don't wake up. I slowly got up and sighed, "Hey, it turned out to be a dream. ’ I told La’s mother about this dream. My mother said: "Although you feel a little pity, this is just your ideal hometown. If you really want to have such a hometown, you should work hard and make our hometown more beautiful and rich." Do you understand? I came to the living room silently. I wrote a paragraph like this: "Listening to your words is better than ten years of reading. I will never let my mother down. I will fight hard for the beautiful and rich hometown of China." Maybe this paragraph means that I will never give up on my goal. Pledge of fidelity. My mother’s words have benefited me throughout my life.
Article 3: Never gone far
As if overnight, countless "present tile" stalls have sprung up in the town, and the stalls are crowded with people. Tourists were noisy and haggling, and behind the stall stood the stall owner who was glib but distracted and carving tiles. I stood on the street, with the masonry road still under my feet, but it seemed that many things had moved away.
Looking up, on the stone gate at the entrance of the town is a giant "Fu" carved by Mr. Tao more than ten years ago. "Field" hides "Shou", "Kou" hides "Lu", and "Xi". "According to the "sign", everyone is happy, but because of the gray color of the tiles, it looks solemn. Under "Fu" are four auspicious patterns: Magpie climbing plum blossoms, Pixiu attracting wealth, Qilin sending children, and Sanyang Kaitai, which are extremely vivid. Pass through the stone gate and walk along the stone road. The green tiles on the roofs on both sides are simple and elegant, calm and quiet. The texture is as simple as the crowing of roosters among the mulberry trees and the barking of dogs in Taoyuan. It is simple and lovely.
More than ten years ago, the town had not yet been developed into a scenic spot and was not named an ancient town. When I was young, I was keen to watch Mr. Tao carving tiles and bricks. He took a few sips of wine, and his cheeks were slightly flushed, making the lines on the drawing elegant and rounded. When cutting, he used even force, and when polishing, it was concave and convex, and after applying medicine, it became natural. When you raise your wrist, the red phoenix rises to the sun; when you lower your head, the fish jumps over the dragon gate. Chiseling and shoveling are like writing calligraphy, with light and shadow flowing between cadences and ups and downs. The row of "Fu" tiles in Tao's house is simple and different, reflecting the dense leaves of small boxwood trees in the backyard, conveying the tranquility of time.
But now, those stall owners who are prospering in business are not busy, let alone applying medicine - now, efficiency comes first. Could it be that the seriousness and piety at that time, the meticulous craftsmanship, and the stability of the years have all faded away over the past ten years? I listened to the high heels tapping on the stone road next to my ears, and looked at it. Holding the pointed umbrella across the undulating walls, I felt a little confused.
After twisting and turning into the deep alley, I saw the familiar wooden door and the mottled low sill. It turned out that Mr. Tao had never moved. Pushing open the half-open door, there was an old "squeak" sound from the old days. He is carving a fish. There are only a few strokes in the center of the brick, a very vivid gray carp, but it seems that the brick is filled with rivers and lakes, and the smoke is endless. He looked up and saw me, he was startled, and then he smiled heartily: "Girl, do you still remember me, old man?" I am so far away from the world!" He lowered his head again. There were fine raindrops dancing, and there was a wet stream of light floating on the roof tiles. .
The moment I stepped out of the threshold, I suddenly realized that those who I thought were far away were actually here, maybe in the deep alley, maybe under the cover of my career. The second master has always been like this, with the faith of carving, every year.
The quiet and ethereal sound of raindrops on the eaves has never gone away.
Chapter 4: There is a voice deep in the memory
The sun is slightly drunk, the light rain is clearing
Beside the window, there is a gentleman, as gentle as jade, The leaves swaying in the warm wind become more and more green in the sunshine, green and bright, secretly exhaling fragrance and brewing youth.
Listen, a gust of wind comes, and I hear the sound of Clivia flowers blooming...
On a starry night, the new moon is hazy, and a wind and rain sweeps in without warning
The clouds are like smoke, and the drizzle is like loose threads...
I was suddenly startled, and walked quickly to the window: The strong wind is arrogant, the wind and rain hit your leaves, the sound is harsh and frightening, can you, the gentle and transparent person, really be able to withstand this intrusion? < /p>
Until early in the morning, the sun was shining brightly on the horizon, and the clouds were stretching. There was no sign of the storm last night. I heard the wind in my ears, turned around, the leaves were trembling slightly in the wind, and an orange figure jumped into my eyes. ——Clivia is blooming!
The sun is like rain, hitting the window impartially, fine and bright. A sudden rain allows you to wash away the beauty, fade away the dust, and add a sense of beauty. They are simple and pretty, and your flowers grow in the dark night, blooming densely and surrounded by greenery. The orange-red flowers are coated with a layer of shimmer, and they are no longer desolate yesterday
At this time, the sunshine pours in , the years are quiet and you still have a smile on your lips
At this moment, the clouds are in the blue sky and the water is in the bottle, thousands of sails have passed, and the rain has passed and the sky is clear
It turns out that under your gentle appearance I have a tough heart. I am humble like you and don’t want to compete with others. I am strong like you and don’t want to be ruthlessly eroded by wind and rain. I am arrogant like you and don’t want to grow old with the years. So, you choose to stick to it on a rainy night. The dying faith, igniting the precipitated hope
Suddenly, a string in my heart was quietly plucked
Even if the sword is cold, the drama of life will never end. Life is like a dream, we Sometimes it sinks and sometimes it floats, just like fragrant tea. After soaking it for several times, it can overflow with fragrance and harvest the dreams of the other side just like you. Only the baptism of setbacks or wind and waves can stir up the melody of life and spread the inner essence of the soul. The ideal state of "the flowers fall to the ground and listen to the silence", without wind and rain, how can life be fragrant and live up to the watch?
It turns out that time is like a knife, only by continuous efforts, facing difficulties, and bravely let life bloom. Don't regret that the passing years will depict the most beautiful appearance. In this way, if you only live up to your best if you only rely on the long flow of life, content yourself with mediocrity, and fear the tempering of strong winds and waves, then the background of life will become increasingly pale, and you will no longer be able to live up to it. I can’t find the original excitement
Listen, when the rain stops, I hear the sound of life blooming!
At that time, Yu Xiaoxiao, Pingting on your wings, Bloom quietly
There are times when the wind blows and the notes in your destiny play softly
There are times when the flowers grow late and the voice in your heart gradually becomes louder
There is a voice hidden deep in the memory. When the wind blows and the sun is about to set, it flies retrograde to a very far away place
Chapter 5: Reading It once moved me
Leaning alone against the window, drizzle falling outside the window, sipping a cup of fragrant tea, turning on a small lamp, holding a good book, and let tears well up in my eyes.
When there are no clouds, use two rays of sunshine to warm your body; when it rains, pour out your heart to the rain. In my spare time, I sit quietly and read, and I feel the joys and sorrows of life in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, in the book. I fall into the ups and downs of emotional whirlpool again and again, and I am moved by reading again and again.
I have been moved by the great sentiments of Chinese people in Tang poetry and Song lyrics. I seem to see Fan Xiwen shouting solemnly and solemnly on the Yueyang Tower, "Be worried about the world's worries first, and be happy after the world's happiness", and listen to Du Zimei's "There are tens of millions of Guangsha, a great shelter for all the poor people in the world, and my house alone is broken." It's enough to freeze to death." Chicheng chanted. Yes, the emperor is fatuous, the officialdom is dark, the lights are feasting, and people are drunk and dreaming. How many people with lofty ideals are obsessed with the gentle countryside and forget about the country and the people. Their ambitions are gradually eroded by the singing and dancing of the West Lake. The pursuit of fame and fortune ultimately harms themselves and the people. This is not the case in the world of mortals. Even Xin Qiji, who "swallowed up thousands of miles like a tiger", lamented that "I beat him all over the place, but no one would come to my heart"; even in the court hall, the imperial concubine was asked to grind the inkstone, and the strongman took off his boots, "Looking up to the sky and laughing. "Going out, how can I be a Penghao person?" Li Bai also went sightseeing.
How could a person who was full of righteousness taint himself in the officialdom? In the prosperous Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty, it was Du Shiyi and Fan Wenzheng who brewed a jar of strong wine for future generations to drink freely; they broadcast a piece of justice and asked the years to collect it.
I was also moved by the infatuation between men and women in Yuan operas. She is a rich lady of a wealthy family, and he is a poor scholar who has lived in poverty for ten years. She went to school dressed as a man and fell in love with him, but he was too stupid to know that she was a girl. Their love was touching. She is Zhu Yingtai. He was Liang Shanbo, and he made her a promise that he would turn her into a butterfly, lingering and flying together for the rest of her life. This kind of love is treasured in a book, and reciting every word in it is like a cup of tea, which will become fragrant over time and will never be forgotten.
Who else made me cry? Su Wu in "Historical Records"! You have been shepherding sheep in Beihai for nineteen years. The emperor of the Han Dynasty has long been replaced, but you still look into the distance with the banner that represents the imperial court. Waiting for a long time, waiting for a piece of loyalty and integrity, you are enough to make me feel moved!
I chewed the words carefully and counted the touches that reading brought me. Smell the endless fragrance of books, let the emotion flow through every blood vein, open your heart, let the emotion ripple quietly in your heart, and treasure the ripples forever.
The following verses were left in the diary: Last night, under the cold moonlight outside the window, I slowly poured tea and slowly sipped it. A clear rain hung on the curtain, and the fragrance of books filled my eyes with tears.
Chapter 6: I really want to keep this scenery
There was once a place where flowers bloomed and made sounds; there was a place where I really wanted to never say goodbye.
The spring breeze turns into rain, and the spring buds are in bud.
Walking towards me were classmates who had only been separated for a holiday. Every time we meet, we smile and nod. We were all led by our parents, slowing down the pace we had just accelerated. On this familiar playground, we talked and laughed as we walked into the unfamiliar classrooms to welcome the last new semester of junior high school. On that familiar playground, the nod of greeting became the most beautiful scenery, and I really wanted to keep it forever.
The summer rain is pouring, but the buds are still blooming.
"When will it stop raining..." It seems that this is the common wish of all the students standing in the windy playground. The torrential rain formed a rain curtain, already blurring the vision. "Take it, go home quickly!" That familiar voice. He put the two umbrellas firmly into the hands of my friends and me. He didn't have time to accept our thanks, but he held the shabbiest umbrella in heaven and condensed his back into a point within our sight. Faintly, I seemed to feel that the umbrella was shaky and torn. In the familiar rain curtain, friendship and help have become the most touching scenery. I really want to keep it forever.
The warm sunshine in autumn makes the buds ready to bloom.
"Which page are the new words on?" I asked him in a tone that was never warm. "Remember to copy the vocabulary list on the last page one at a time." Unexpectedly, he replied to me in a warm tone that was extremely "rare". The pen in my hand that I was still scribbling on stopped vibrating. Thinking about it, we usually quarrel from time to time, but now we are not used to it. But he finally retorted: "You don't even understand this, do you? Look at how stupid you are!" He grinned. "Come on, I'm very smart. If you smile again, be careful not to close your mouth from ear to ear!" After that, there were still endless quarrels... In the most familiar quarrels, the transfer of friendship became the happiest scenery. I really want to keep it forever. .
The cold wind is biting and the flowers are blooming loudly.
Being a student on duty at the school gate in winter is undoubtedly like being a "snowman." The winter wind howled ruthlessly, and we all curled up. "In order to show our gentlemanly demeanor, the ladies please go to the windless place to continue your duty. Thank you for your cooperation." The humorous words revealed a lingering warmth in the gap where the cold wind was raging. It is the warmth of friendship and mutual help. "Let's take turns, and we'll change in fifteen minutes." Our girl's sunny face, the corners of her mouth raised, showing deep emotion.
At the most familiar school gate, warm care has become the most beautiful scenery. I really want to keep it forever. The familiar alma mater has a tree with blooming flowers; that familiar place has the most beautiful scenery. I really want to keep this scenery, I don't want to say goodbye.
Appreciation: True and touching.
In the examination room where junior high school life is coming to an end, the candidates used the lens of memories to focus on several fragments of junior high school life, and wrote about the ever-lasting beauty of the campus because of the friendship between classmates, and the happiness and touch that the warm friendship between classmates gave them. , the lyrical discussion behind each narrative content reveals true feelings and touches people's hearts.
Chapter 7: Walk
We need to keep running in life and try to catch up with others, but sometimes we also need to slow down and take a walk. Look carefully at this vast world. Walking can not only be in the fields or by the creek, but also among the fragrant ancient poems. Taking a walk among ancient poems not only allows the elegant verses to dance around you and allows the poet's emotions to turn into a gentle breeze blowing across your cheeks, but it can also add many beautiful memories to your life.
Walking in the warm spring of "Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, ducks are prophets of the warm water in the spring river". Outside the tall and green bamboo forest, a few delicate peach blossoms have bloomed, either covering their faces or hiding. The surface of the river is covered with green gauze, hazy; it ripples with microwaves, like fine lines on silk. The duck swims freely in the water. Who can know the warming of the spring river water first than it? Following the path, admiring the scenery of the fields where "butterflies linger and dance, and orioles are chirping at ease", I accidentally come across a small house, where "the garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall." Isn’t all this pleasing to the eye and refreshing?
Walking in the early summer when "everywhere is raining during the yellow plum season, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds", tasting the yellow plums, listening to the sound of rain, smelling the fragrance of the grass, and listening to the croaking frogs, how comfortable it is! Walking by the lotus pond, I suddenly saw the pleasant scenery of "the little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it." How pleasant it is! Feeling a little tired, I slowly returned home. I was leaning on the lounge chair, feeling a little bored again. I looked out the window. The bamboos were gently swaying, and the green leaves were dancing with it. Suddenly I raised my head and saw pairs of birds flying across the sky outside the window. The melodious birdsong. The sound makes the sunset slide down. What a wonderful watercolor painting it is: "Bamboo shakes clear shadows covering the window, birds make noise at sunset"!
Walking in the late autumn when "stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February", the fiery red that comes into view is originally the frost leaves all over the mountain, but it is more praised than that Countless February flowers are redder and more beautiful. At night, "The half-moon of Mount Emei is full of autumn, and its shadow enters the water of Pingqiang River." The bright half-moon hangs on the top of Mount Emei, but its shadow is reflected on the Pingqiang River, as if there are two moons at the same time. Isn’t this refreshing and satisfying?
Walking in the dead of winter when "a sudden spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom", when I wake up, I feel that the whole world has become brighter. Looking out the window, everything is white! I hurriedly put it on, wanting to get in close contact with the world. When I opened the door, the cold wind made me sober. Wow, it seems like the spring breeze arrived last night, and the snow is like pear blossoms and the trees are blooming. Looking at the corner of the courtyard, "There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone." The plum blossoms are blooming, looking extraordinarily beautiful in the vast white field. The character of human beings is a profound inspiration; the character of wintersweet is more worthy of our study. Although it is a leisurely walk, you can reap the joy of cultivating your sentiments.
Walking among the fragrance of ancient poetry is not only rich in poetry, but also can cultivate sentiment and improve character. May you and I both take a pleasant walk in poetry!
Appreciation: Leisurely, quiet and elegant. The author's walk in the poems is not random, or he lists poems randomly and piles them up. The author carefully selects the poems, takes spring, summer, autumn and winter as clues, uses poems to describe the scenery, reproduces the poetic situation, and fully demonstrates the tranquility, elegance and elegance of the four seasons scenery. The leisurely contentment of the person admiring the scenery and the elegant and unique style of writing make it a rare masterpiece in the examination room.
Chapter 8: The Beginning
"A year's plan begins in spring, a day's plan begins in the morning", "A good start is half the battle". These famous aphorisms all tell us the importance of beginning to success.
There is a sentence in "The Theory of Relativity - Butterfly Effect": "Small changes in the initial quantities of the system can cause huge errors in the calculation results... The flapping of a butterfly's wings in South America can cause a sudden change in the Pacific Ocean. "
The good or bad beginning of everything often predicts its success. This is a kind of arrangement, and it is also inevitable.
On September 1, 2004, the beginning of the third year of junior high school, some people may think that the high school entrance examination is still a year away. In fact, the high school entrance examination has been filled with smoke quietly...
At the beginning of the third year, there is no hustle and bustle, no restlessness and slapstick; there is only tranquility, tension, busyness and fulfillment. The young mind is throbbing in learning.
I put down the basketball in my hand, brushed away the dust from the textbooks and my mind, plunged into the ocean of knowledge, indulged in the world of learning, and started my dream search, using my young heart to open up Young dreams.
The laziness in the classroom is replaced by the energetic spirit, the noise after class is replaced by the profound books, and the pop music in the ears is replaced by the pure English pronunciation.
The excellent results in my first monthly exam affirmed my start in the third year of junior high school, and made me seem to see the hope of the high school entrance exam - not far away.
The high school entrance examination comes quietly and unknowingly. It is so sacred and mysterious. Perhaps the result of the high school entrance examination has already been decided, and it is decided at the beginning of the third grade of junior high school. Some people may think that the high school entrance examination is the end of junior high school. But I think the high school entrance examination is another beginning of life. Our beliefs will not change because of the high school entrance examination, our learning will not stop because of the high school entrance examination, and our lives will not change because of the high school entrance examination.
For us, the high school entrance examination is just a beginning, a new beginning, or a stop; a new journey of thousands of miles is before us. Only by grasping the beginning and setting goals can we make our future better. Full of hope.
Looking back, we are filled with emotions; looking far away, we still have a long way to go. Each beginning is the call for success and the implication of hope. Grasp the beginning and be full of hope, and you will surely find your own sky on the road to success!
[Commentary]
This is an excellent essay in the examination room. According to the prompts of the test questions, the young author grasped the meaning of the questions accurately and profoundly, and used "little bits and pieces of life in the third grade of junior high school" as clues to cut and organize the article materials. The narrative is the main part, and the discussions are embellished. The whole text is integrated and inseparable. The lyrical discussion at the end of the article appropriately deepens the theme of the article: "Every beginning is a call for success and contains hope. If you grasp the beginning and be full of hope, you will be able to find your own sky on the road to success!" Improvement To understand the "beginning". There are also many things to note about the language of the article. Quotes, contrasts, metaphors, parallelism and other rhetorical techniques are embellished and interspersed in the article, giving people a pleasing aesthetic feeling.
Chapter 8: Just because of that book
The desk lamp on the desk shines with a drunken light, illuminating the book lying quietly on the table. The cover with a pure background is intertwined with noble dark blue and simple light blue - a distant night sky. Stars flicker and fade. At night, a little boy, wearing a Santa hat, looked up at the sky. He held his head high, and the round ball on the tip of his hat touched his back. He didn't know that this little figure would experience a journey of life and death. This is the touching "little book" - "The Blue Shore".
The little boy Harry went to another world because of a car accident. He was queuing up in heaven, waiting to go to the other side of the sky. However, he is still thinking about his father, mother, sister, teachers and classmates, and there is still a pile of homework that he has not finished. He didn't know how to confide in these people. A ghost named Arthur helps him. Arthur took Harry to sneak back to the world, bid farewell to his relatives, and express his love to them...
I was moved by this book more than once. It made me think: Everything you have can only be cherished after losing it. How can we turn what we have into eternity when it belongs to us?
When we are alive, we enjoy the change of seasons, the intersection of stars, the bright moon... even as subtle as the fragrance of flowers, a gentle breeze... There is no lack of enjoyment in life, but there is also no lack of love.
We live surrounded by love every day, and there is so much warm love that it overflows. Have we ever thought about what will happen when time takes away the youth, years and lives of our loved ones? Just like Harry is away from his family, the walls of his home are covered with "Harry, we love you". However, Harry no longer exists, but life still exists; relatives no longer exist, but you still exist. Life and death are never something we can resist. Only by cherishing the deceased while they are still alive can we alleviate the pain of loss.
Because of this book, I suddenly became "stingy". I stopped wasting family affection and began to cherish the obvious or hidden love in life with my heart. Sitting in front of the small desk, stroking the smooth writing and staring blankly at the cover, little Harry felt a sense of emotion in his heart. The desk is clean and exudes a light, woody fragrance. The antique texture of the tabletop has been wiped until it shines brightly. The white porcelain water glass next to it contained half a cup of warm water. The little flowers blooming on the windowsill silently pour out their fragrance. Such a reading atmosphere cannot help but make people intoxicated. And I know that these are all organized by my mother carefully. There are small heart-shaped labels posted next to the bookshelf. What is written on them are warm reminders such as "take a rest after reading for a long time" and "get up and move around". I look at these heart-shaped papers as I look at my mother's tender heart.
Because of this book, I received an enlightenment about life and death; because life has books, all love and beauty have the mark of existence...
Comments: After reading this article After composing the essay, I actually felt very touched. I learned to be grateful and cherish it at a young age. The process of mental maturity is expressed vividly and convincingly between the lines. At the end, the author points out the topic, which is combined with the reading at the beginning and echoes from beginning to end. It is a masterpiece. ;