(1) What is your feeling after reading? After reading an article or a book, you write down your feelings, experiences, education and enlightenment, and the written article is called "feeling after reading". (2) What to read? Jane Hailey, a famous American educator, said: "Reading literary works to children every day, even for 10 minutes, is of great benefit to their growth." Read what? This question doesn't seem complicated, but it is quite difficult to answer. Because, if the words are too general, such as "open book is beneficial", everything can be read, and the meaning is naturally good, but it is not practical; If you go to the other extreme and are too specific, it's hard to say, in a word, "read well." It seems like a cliche, but I have to say it, because if you take the method, you will only get it. If you take the method, you will only get it. Legend has it that Wang Xizhi studied calligraphy with Mrs. Wei at first, but he was never satisfied. It was not until he went north and saw the famous Han and Wei inscriptions that he got married. In fact, Mrs. Wei is also the "top" hand, and Wang Xizhi is dissatisfied because there is still a "top". Learning composition is a principle. To put it extremely, if the article you read is impassable or full of holes, even if you learn images, it is just impassable or full of holes. To be better, we must take the law, and it is best to go up. Ancient Chinese writers, such as Gui Youguang in the Ming Dynasty, devoted their whole lives to Historical Records, which was based on law, so they were able to surpass ordinary people in their attainments. Here is just an example to illustrate that reading a good article is a necessary condition, even a sufficient condition. At this point, students must ask, how to calculate? This is another long story. Du Fu said: "The article is eternal, and the gains and losses are well known." This means that I don't believe the comments of the world. But whether the author agrees or not, since it has been shown to the world, the world always has to comment; Comments are often different, and the wise have different opinions. Like Tao Yuanming's poems, Zhong Rong, who wrote Shi Pin, didn't think highly of it, and it became unattainable in the Tang and Song Dynasties. In this way, the article can't compete alone? Of course not. For example, Zhuang, Lie and Shi in ancient times, Han, Li, Du, Han and Liu in Tang Dynasty, and Ou, Zeng and Liu in Song Dynasty almost all admitted that they were great works or writers.
2. How to write a composition no longer depends on the feelings of parents after reading it? I vaguely remember the loneliness when I burned the midnight oil as a child, the depression when I scratched my head and thought about the materials, the carefree comfort when I wrote, and the blushing and heartbeat when I was praised by the teacher. All this flashed before my eyes like a dream.
I used to hate writing compositions, revising them over and over again, being afraid of having nothing to say and write, and all this. Whenever there is a composition class, the teacher tells us to observe carefully, be careful and decent, and make sentences fluent. These are always the original words. The weekly composition class is regarded as a self-study class by me, and all kinds of homework are completed in my composition class. When I get home, I will dig up mine, find similar composition topics and copy those so-called beautiful words. This is my composition.
3. How to write homework without relying on parents' feelings after reading? Today, I read an article about "suspicious teenagers" in "Homework doesn't depend on your mother".
This text is mainly about Zeus's headache when he meets homework that requires brains, and he can only ask his mother or sister for help every time. One day, he needs to hand over the works of the creation contest. After his mother refused to help, Zeus couldn't think of any good ideas. He also mistakenly thought that someone had stolen his ideas.
Once, I needed to think, but I finally figured it out. That day, the art teacher asked me to design a composition that must be perfect, so I habitually asked my mother for help, but she said that I was busy with housework and had no time to think for myself. I went to my sister again and asked her for help. She said that I would practice skipping rope and prepare for the sports meeting.
In this way, I have to write it myself. I went to my desk and patted the table in great dismay. Suddenly, a picture book fell down. When I looked at it, one of the pictures said. I changed my mind according to it and finished the homework assigned by the teacher. Although it's not entirely my idea, it's my first time and I'm still very happy. In the future, I must finish my homework independently, use my brains to do it, try not to need the help of my family, do my own thing completely, and strive to win the first place in future competitions.
You don't have to rely on your mother to read your homework. From: Mr. Fan Wen.
4. The first episode (Where did my time go+Writing no longer depends on my parents+Listening attentively to the melodious music "Where did the time go" in the studio of the Spring Festival Evening, how many people were moved by it.
Zhu Ziqing once said, "Tell me, why are our days gone forever? -Someone stole them; Who's that? Where is it hidden? They escaped by themselves; Where are you now? " Look at our parents, who were in high spirits at the beginning, but now they have experienced many vicissitudes; Look at ourselves, the original childish behavior no longer exists, but now it is clever. I still remember that in the countryside, I put on new shoes and went to my grandmother's house. In order not to dirty my new shoes, I asked my father to carry me on the rugged mountain road, and my father panted towards my grandmother's house.
Now I ask my father to accompany me to climb the mountain and stop for a rest after a few steps. I only need about 20 minutes alone, but he needs more than 1 hour. Mother does housework day after day and year after year.
I always thought doing housework was easy. I didn't know my mother's hard work until I did housework for a day one day. I had to re-examine my mother and found that her hair had turned white long ago. I have been in grade one to grade two for eight years. I am no longer that ignorant child. Now I have learned to be independent.
I have never done housework before, even though my parents told me to do it. Now I understand that when my parents are away, I share the housework for my parents and cook for myself. Time goes by in a hurry, with the strong physique, incomparable spirit and childlike innocence when I was a child, we should cherish the rapidly passing time.
After reading my homework without my mother, I feel that I opened this book with curiosity, and the story inside made me tired of reading, although it was illusory.
Zeus, the hero of the article, is a boy. He needs the help of his mother and sister to finish everything, but he doesn't want to use his brain to solve problems. Once, he did the same art homework with his good friends Cai Ying and Xiaoqi. They no longer think that this is a coincidence, but that it is a thief who steals ideas that leads to their continuous art homework drawing exactly the same. So, when the thief comes to steal their ideas again, let's go after him. Zeus finally found his idea by thinking about chocolate.
Although the article is illusory, it tells us to do our own thing well and not rely on adults. In real life, we can sweep the floor and clean the windows. You can also help adults share some housework. In this way, you can not only appreciate the pleasure of labor, but also relax adults. You don't need adult help in your own affairs. I worked hard to do what I could, and learned what I couldn't do, and finally realized the joy of labor.
We should learn to be independent, so that we can live more brilliantly.
What I want to rely on most is your 600-word composition. Do not write about your parents. A few years ago, there was a narration in Zhang Yimou's movie Riding a Thousand Miles: "I don't know what they are talking about, but I know I can't do anything without them."
This is the movie I watched with you.
It was a beautiful day, and I walked out of the cinema arm in arm. The sky is so quiet and blue that I am about to drip juice. You mumbled the narrative, with a dignified expression and clear eyes.
"Go to my house to sit for a while! Will you go home in the future? " You suddenly stopped, and your tone was so gentle.
"Well, all right." After a little hesitation, I nodded.
Your home is located by the river. When you open the window, the warm river wind will come at you. I bathed in the last glory of the sunset glow and enjoyed the sadness of the unfinished afterglow. You are busy picking your own mint, carefully washing it one by one and putting it in a white porcelain cup. When you pour it into boiling water, a thick stream of water will overflow a wisp of fragrance, instantly.
Drinking tea and enjoying the river view, you and I smile at each other from time to time. Looking at your clean face, my heart is calm. At that time, my parents and I were full of contradictions and often depressed. I never mentioned it in front of my friends, but you watched everything carefully. Being invited to the movies and drinking tea has released my anxiety a little bit. Sitting in front of you, time is also disordered, as if there were only you and me between heaven and earth. I nodded without hesitation.
This invisible agreement has continued until now, and I will go to your house for afternoon tea every month. You often prepare snacks, make tea with chrysanthemum and mint, and make sweet soup with apples. I will tell you my troubles quietly, and you accept them generously without a trace of complaint. At present, I am tired of learning and often lose my dreams. Your concern has taught me to take responsibility. I want to go on like this, rely on you and be together.
I finally understand the meaning of that narrative. I can't do anything without you. What I want to rely on most is not my parents, but you.
In the poetic twilight, I look far away, as a beloved young writer thinks-if there is an afterlife, I would like to turn into a fruit tree on the Yuan Ye with you, looking at a deep cotton field, with dense fog and dew in the morning and starry moonlight at night. We will wait and love the four seasons like songs: flowers in spring, grass in summer, wind in autumn and snow in winter.