In 2009, Wenzhou City, Zhejiang Province, got full marks in composition (1). Writing (60 points) 24. Write as required. (60 points) Please write an article on the topic "From that moment on". Requirements: ① Styles are optional. (2) No less than 600 words (no less than 20 lines of poetry). (3) There shall be no real place names, school names or names in the text. From that moment on (1), pieces of broken rice paper were scattered in the study, and Yo-Yo Ma's classical cello became heavier and heavier. For months, I have been unable to find my way ... this may be the biggest bottleneck I have encountered in learning calligraphy for so long. Yan Zhenqing's "Draft for Sacrificing a Nephew" was copied for nearly four months. At first, the structure was similar, and the strokes were similar, until finally the hairspring reached a deep similarity. But the teacher always said something was missing, so I kept practicing. Then crush a hopeful rice paper. Yan Zhenqing was able to splash ink like this because he was in a state of mind at that time and naturally could not understand the emotions revealed by calligraphy. I have always believed that the highest realm of calligraphy is not whether it is similar or not, but a self-created style. Now I'm trapped in this frame, and I can't find my way at all. By chance, I was lucky enough to come to the Shanghai Museum and enjoy Mi Fei's The Story of a Multi-view Building. Among thousands of works, I only fell in love with it. It is a well-deserved "brush character", and there are cadences between the side pens. The pen is bold and bold, and the middle is slightly lighter, which shows its boldness. Between dozens of crosses that seem to be separated and connected, I actually realized a kind of clarity that I have never seen before. From that moment on, I seemed to throw away Yan Zhenqing's restraint and was deeply triggered by "brushing words". What's more, Mi Fei has accumulated his own unique style by copying hundreds of kinds of calligraphy. At the moment when I started writing again, the ink was scattered on the rice paper like flowing water. Although there is still the original shadow, but the mentality has changed greatly, pursuing the direction of calligraphy. Perhaps the direction of life is the same. When I go through a busy review stage, I always trap myself in a thick pile of materials. Sometimes, we should open our hearts and enjoy different scenery in order to gain the most essential truth. Maybe if you think about it from another angle, you will feel a bright future. I smoothed the pieces of broken rice paper and enjoyed the classical cello sound. From that moment on, I realized a direction of calligraphy and a direction of life, just like Liang Shiqiu said, "Everything is gorgeous and plain again." Comments: We appreciate articles with experience, because they will touch our similar experiences; We are deeply impressed by thoughtful works, because it takes us to the height of thought. What's more, when the two meet, the experience is richer under the support of thought, and the thought is sharper under the infiltration of experience. The little author wrote his own experience of "following the art" with ups and downs, and all his feelings were silent until the Zen enlightenment at that moment, which made us convinced. What he gained was not only his understanding of art, but also his understanding of life. Metaphysical "dilemma experience" has gradually changed into metaphysical philosophy. "From that moment on, I realized a direction of calligraphy and a direction of life, just as Liang Shiqiu said:' Everything is gorgeous and plain'". Scene: Xiaowen is studying in a middle school far from her parents. After the Wenchuan earthquake, he wanted to donate the 500 yuan lucky money saved by his parents to the disaster area. Xiaowen knows that his family is not rich, but he feels that he must persuade his parents to take out money and give his love. Try: Please write a letter to your parents as Xiaowen to express this wish. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ The quiet and sunny sky instantly left red blood like the sunset, and the cry of heartbreaking pierced every dream in the hearts of Sichuanese. In this way, the light of life went out forever under the ruins ... At 2: 28 on May 12, we played in laughter, bathed in the sea of books in the classroom, and happily propped up the luster of the sun ... At this time, the earth was at our feet. When the promise of "holding your hand, growing old with your son" fails, when the ambition of "but there is a little affection for an inch of grass, reporting three spring flowers" fails, when the prayer of "wishing people a long time, a thousand miles of Chanjuan" becomes a lingering sound, when "holding your hand, it is bound to be forever separated", the flowers fall, the leaves stay and the lights go out ... At this time, I want to do my part ... dad, mom, I understand the situation at home, I understand that the tiles in front of the door need to be repaired, and I understand that you are saving money to support this poor roof. But now, how many people live in the corner without eaves, how many people hold their broken legs and say "no pain", how many people look at the sky with their cold backs bare, and some people need help more than we do now. Please lend us a helping hand and send us warm condolences. Mom, do you remember my big white pig can? There is the lucky money you saved for me since I was a child. It is your blood and your sweat, but I beg you to lend it to me, Sichuan, and those lonely people! I promise you: I will study hard, dedicate my achievements to you and return them to you! Please also believe that Sichuan will become better and more prosperous, and the people of Sichuan will never forget our love! Dad, don't you like giant pandas? But they live in Sichuan, the beautiful and exquisite hometown of pandas, waiting for our rescue. Dad, trust me, support me, please be proud of me! Dad, Mom, help them, help Sichuan, and help China! Those bright smiles in heaven will be more peaceful and serene, and the children in those corners will look forward to and pray for a better tomorrow ... Dear students, maybe you have had the inferiority of the ugly duckling, maybe you have had the pride of Snow White, maybe success makes you full of passion, maybe frustration makes you hesitate ... After reading the article "Balance of Life", you must have many feelings, and you must have them. Please write an article on the topic of "seeking balance", so that you can describe your experience, express your feelings and express your opinions ... Requirements: ① No real place name, school name or person name can appear in the article; (2) Freedom and order of not less than 600 words (if writing poetry, not less than 16 lines): serious work attitude and high integrity form a balance between freedom and order. Greatness of balance: Greatness is often the result of natural balance of various opposing qualities. Maintain ecological balance: Food chain is the key factor to maintain ecological balance, so we must pay attention to protecting the environment. Find the balance of mentality: in the face of suffering and disaster, the most important thing is to find the basic point of mental balance. Balance of Victory: Liu Xuan, the Olympic balance beam champion, mastered the balance of victory and achieved glory and dreams. Tianping: Learning from Tianping and pursuing balance all one's life is the Confucian golden mean. Looking for balance, perhaps, the old man is lonely. Living by the sea day after day, year after year, repeating the monotonous life, even if there are occasional storms, I am still fighting alone. But I don't think he is lonely, at least he doesn't feel lonely, because he has a heart that can stand loneliness. What a contradictory image this is, on the one hand, living a monotonous life, on the other hand, fighting with big fish; On the one hand, inner peace is like a dry well; On the other hand, it is full of challenges and tenacity. This is a seemingly nonexistent figure, but it appears in Hemingway's pen. So I even think that the focus of The Old Man and the Sea is not the old man, but the lifestyle and spiritual realm chosen by the old man. Perhaps in the author's view, this is a noisy and irreconcilable world, full of mania, anxiety and deception, while the old man has found his fulcrum in a quiet world. Some people are tired of earthly life, but absolute seclusion is impossible, at least people's mood will be influenced by the outside world. So the old man chose this way of life, because only in this way can he realize his wish: to live alone and struggle alone. He put the fulcrum of ideal and reality in the most suitable position and found the most balanced and suitable place for both. In fact, we also have the contradiction between ideal and reality, and we are often troubled by it. This is precisely because we have not found the most balanced fulcrum between the two. It is not advisable to blindly hate the darkness of reality or indulge in ideal dreams. Your attitude is like a crossbar, one end arouses the knowledge of the world, and the other end shoulders the dream of the ideal. Maybe you can't see one thing because of the imbalance in your heart, and you are in a hurry and angry, but as long as you set the fulcrum and balance it, everything will be easy. Who said: Harmony is beauty. The beauty of life also lies in harmony. A balanced fulcrum can not only help people find the best position, the most peaceful mentality and the most suitable lifestyle, but also support a boundless blue sky. I believe that the beauty of life lies in harmony and balance, and everyone has different choices: maybe great, maybe ordinary; Perhaps brilliant, perhaps bleak. However, as long as it is appropriate, as long as it can balance the lever of life, it is the best fulcrum. High score comments 1. Rich associations start from the story of the old man and the sea, which leads to the theme of finding balance. 2. Read the philosophy from the story and explain it with sincere feelings, so that the whole text becomes meaningful. 3. The language is concise and fluent, and the expression is natural and vivid. Looking for balance, the sun shines on my book through the tiny gap in the curtain, forming a diamond spot. There is only the teacher's voice in the classroom and the occasional sound of turning pages. Very quiet! I carefully traced the trace of sunshine with my pen and let it leave a diamond on my book. I looked at it, and I was not satisfied, so I began to draw the lines of sunshine, but before I finished painting, the sunshine ran away. Looking at this messy black spot in the book, I suddenly felt silly! The sun climbed on my book. I read it carefully for a while. I moved my book from time to time so that the black spots could overlap with the sun. The sun began to deform and stretch, and finally fell to the ground and became a long trace. Suddenly I have an inexplicable impulse to open the curtains and let the sun shine on me. I raised my hand and put it down again. Impulse and self-control struggle within me. Go, no, I'd love to, but I can't! Reason overcame impulse, so I lowered my head again and pretended to be reading carefully, but my thoughts drifted out of the window uncontrollably. Is it blue outside? Is it warm when the sun shines on you? Is there a breeze blowing? Can you bring a kite? Is there soil mixed with the smell of grass in the air? It's time for the bright yellow winter jasmine to bloom, and the pink peach blossom to bloom. The spring rain is smoky, with a hint of coolness and comfort. The repressed silence in the classroom is like the air in the morgue, dull and lifeless! Dark blue curtains block my sight, but they also block my feeling of wanting to fly constantly. I suddenly want to stand up. In the eyes of teachers' surprise and classmates' envy, I rushed out of the classroom with a smile, rushed out of this dull and dead grave, and laughed and sang freely in the wide world outside, releasing my pent-up heart! I sat quietly, quietly holding a book, quietly looking at the teacher, only a restless heart, constantly beating in my chest. Dreams and reality are like cliffs separated at both ends. I walk carefully on the tiny connection between them and try my best to maintain this fragile balance! High score comments 1. The author closely follows his real life and talks about his feelings and thoughts from reality. 2. Linking with reality, I truly and naturally expressed my true feelings. 3. The language is beautiful and vivid, the image is appropriate, and the author's inner world and unique feelings are displayed delicately. Full marks in the composition of the 2005 senior high school entrance examination.
Tired of being bored alone in the room, I want to run in the vast world outside the window, by the river, along the wasteland, and run to the depths of the field.
The river is full of aquatic plants, and the river flows quietly. You can see the mud and grass at the bottom of the river, but you can't see the swimming fish. Probably because of my unexpected guests, they hid under the water.
I don't know how long it took, but when I looked back, I realized that I was far from my present "home". In this boundless world, I finished my carefree childhood. Every time here is a touching story, a wonderful piece of music, a pen and a piece of paper. How much can I record and reveal?
However, the good times of my childhood have flown by, and now only a deep sense of loneliness comes to me. This kind of loneliness makes me trapped in an empty swamp, which is called loneliness.
I am a very special girl. I always like to dress up as a "cool boy" I like dealing with boys and playing football with them. Maybe this is my character. I play with my classmates every day and feel that I am no longer a girl.
Many times, I smile at my classmates and friends, but I am crying in my heart. It tells me: stop pretending to be yourself, you are not happy! But I hope to find a little happiness. Every night, when I return to that strange and familiar home, I feel like I'm in a prison, living a monitored and controlled life. It has been one year and five months since I transferred to this school, with only 365 days a year. I don't know how many days and nights I cried silently this year, because I was so lonely, and more importantly, I didn't feel any affection.
I bring the pain in my heart to my distant mother. I want to tell her that I can't take it anymore. I’m going home. I want to go back to my own place. Mom, did you hear that?
I wandered aimlessly in the lingering rain and fog At present, it is a river, a piece of confusion. Thinking of the past I just recalled, I don't know which direction to go. I'm afraid it will happen again. Raindrops fell on my head, face and heart. It's cold, heavy and painful. Silently, only raindrops know that my heart is trembling.
I don't know how long it took. My head and face are wet, and tears are running down my cheeks. Think of the dribs and drabs that happened this year and feel at a loss.
Until this moment today, I didn't know what strength is. To be a strong person, I have to pay.
At this critical moment, I made a wish to myself-I must be admitted to high school. A strong desire tells me that if you want to have depth, you must have knowledge, and knowledge is the key to opening the door to wisdom. Every time I think about it, I am eager to learn more knowledge, enter the ideal high school and return to my dear parents. In this way, I will not feel pain.
In fact, what I want to say most in my heart is: Please care for the parents of children and let them live in a family without doubt and supervision.