1: Review the materials
Please write a composition of not less than 700 words on the topic of "Looking Back".
<1: Review the materials
Please write a composition of not less than 700 words on the topic of "Looking Back".
Material 1: In the distant Han Dynasty, there was once a woman who went to a deserted desert because of a responsibility. She is Wang Zhaojun, and her back is deeply imprinted in my heart. It was that song that sent me back to the Han Dynasty. At that time, I saw Zhao Jun's distant figure. Zhaojun, if I had white wings, I could fly to your side at this moment and send you on a long journey. Above your head, there is a beautiful sky, and under your feet, there is a meadow. But your steps are still so firm. I am at this end of my dream, looking at your back, with a thin spine and a little sadness. Zhao Jun, do you have any unresolved feelings and inexplicable melancholy in your heart? That vast desert can penetrate your sweat and tears? Did the beautiful sky leave you behind?
Material inspiration: This is a clip describing Wang Zhaojun's departure. This kind of material belongs to the classic theme. For example, looking back at the sea of history, many celebrities and great men came to us; Looking back at the collection of books, there are many masters and wise men who rhyme into our blood in the book; Looking back at the vicissitudes of agricultural science, countless scientists are stepping on the yellow mud and carrying the sun and the moon, living in the hearts of the people with their outstanding contributions.
Material 2: I bought a coat in Hong Kong to keep out the cold. It is as light as ink and as warm as a feather. I like it. However, I wore it abroad for the first time and lost it in the restaurant where I had breakfast. Talking about this with her daughter, she said, "Mom, why don't you stand up and look back?" 10 years ago, on the eve of going to England, she left her mobile phone in a taxi, which brought her a lot of trouble when she was about to travel. From then on, she won't make the same mistake again.
Looking back, you will clearly see the mistakes you made and your regrets. Now that you have seen it, you must correct and repair it immediately.
Material nudge: this kind of material rich in life philosophy will be used more in writing, which can be placed at the beginning or end of the narrative to introduce the theme or strengthen the will; Talking about Chinese can be used as an argument. This small material can make the topic of "looking back" more profound. Only by reviewing and reflecting can we find our own mistakes and make better progress.
Looking back, it was that green.
I hope that when I turn around, it will still be green behind me. -Inscription Nature is the mother who gave birth to us, and nature is the environment on which we live. But why are we increasingly alienated from nature now?
When our life is getting richer and richer, if we suddenly find out, I don't know when the air is no longer fresh; The sky is no longer blue; The river is no longer clear; The quiet streets in the past no longer exist. We are stuck in the urban forest made of reinforced concrete all day, and the traffic jam is endless; Endless noise. The mountains around us have also been stripped of their coats one by one ... Is it true that our original home has long been riddled with holes in our ignorant overexploitation?
I couldn't help but frown when I saw the thick black smoke floating from the mouth of the towering chimney. Watching the black smoke slowly spread into the sky and finally disappear. The blue sky, which had just been blocked by black smoke, reappeared and returned to its original clarity. However, black smoke poured out from the chimney mouth one after another, polluting, occupying and devouring the blue. This smoke is like a black ghost, which seems to occupy my original good mood slowly until dark.
The capacity of the sky is limited. If there is a wisp of black smoke, it will decompose and purify quickly. But if there are countless wisps of black smoke, I'm afraid even the all-inclusive sky can't be completely inclusive. Can only be helplessly gradually polluted by this darkness. That large blue canvas, a little gray-blue, a little gray, a little dark gray ... maybe one day, it will become like that ink, and even the sun can't tear this endless darkness.
It's funny to think about it. The sky should render everything and be inclusive. That crazy haze, like a raging wave, never stops; The rain of the soul song; That lonely, unrestrained cloud; That illusory, illusory fog; Raging thunder; The dazzling sunshine is so quiet under the harmony of the sky. Only the sky carries the blazing light of the sun and gives us softness. Never been hurt; But we are vulnerable because we emit endlessly.
Our family is not a newborn. She has never fallen after thousands of years of wind and sand, and has never given up after thousands of years of tempering. We praised her and dressed her in a green coat. Why should we peel it off cruelly now? Green is hope, and now there is only despair.
Dude, it's up to you.
If you want our world to regain its original prosperity, please stop destroying our home.
Dude, it's up to you.
If you don't care about our future, but only focus on immediate interests. You will accelerate your own death because of your stupidity.
Dude, it's up to you.
Prosperity or extinction depends on you.
Is to start protecting our home and go to heaven; Stay stubborn and go to hell.
Looking back, I want to see the green again.
I don't want to, I think.
This is an unshakable belief.
Between prosperity and extinction, I choose prosperity. I want to keep that green in my hands. I want that piece of green to start from me, spread to the whole city, spread to the whole country and spread to the whole world. I want to pull out the hope of falling into darkness bit by bit and spread green through my own hands.
Green is the color of hope.
Looking back, I want to see that green.
Step 3 look back
From birth to babbling, to today's ignorance and sensitivity, she has gone more than half of the long way to study, which she will never forget. If you compare me to a kite, she is like an ordinary informant. She let me fly, but she didn't want to hurt me. So wherever she is, look back and look out, she must be there.
"Yao Yao, come back and see more when you are free!" She called me by my nickname, which was very natural and kind, and I was particularly comfortable to be called like this.
I walked stupefied, subconsciously stopped, turned, sideways, and turned back. I was shocked. She still stood there, motionless, following her eyes. She is old, too old for me to believe. The white hair on her temples is like the wind and frost of the years, and the wrinkles around her eyes are like ripples on the lake. Only a round mole is embedded in her mouth.
"Goodbye to Teacher Xu!" I said goodbye to her heartily. Every time I leave, I will turn back and wait for her with a kind smile as gently as a child waiting for cotton candy. This feeling is better than the greasy sweetness of cotton candy, as full as pearls and as smooth as satin.
I remember the last day I left school. I clearly realize that I can't say goodbye to her every day. I cried and didn't want to leave. The moment I was taken away by my mother, when I looked back, she was in tears, but she smiled and watched me leave. That scene would come to my mind from time to time, still so clear and complete.
Since then, no one can make me turn back, and the habit of turning back is filled in and forgotten at any time with the passage of light.
After more than ten years, everything has changed, but people's hearts have not changed.
Looking back after more than ten years, I suddenly pulled back to that childish day, and I realized that I had passed that childish age. At that moment, the wind and sand were still, the whirling yellow leaves slowed down quickly and the chill faded. The source of my warmth comes from my beating heart and warms my heart.
"Be careful on the road!" She asked, without any affectation.
And I am more calm, "xu teacher, you are quick to go in, and I will come to see you again when I am free." She smiled and nodded.
Driving away, I think, this habit may last forever. Because, in her words, I will always be a child in her eyes, as before. Even if I am at the end of the world, looking back, she must be there, even in my dream.
I have looked back countless times in my life because of disappointment, doubt, shock and longing, but I think countless times of looking back are all because of a love that holds each other's hearts, affection, friendship and even love. ...
I can't help but think of that classic: suddenly looking back, that person is in the dim light! In fact, as long as people and feelings are there, what should be there is still there.
The accumulation of composition materials in senior three and four: review
I always dislike flowers. I always feel that it is just a beautiful and pitiful appearance. A fixed season, a short time, the essence of a year's storage, why waste it in a short flowering period?
Rape flowers are blooming vigorously these two days. In the vast fields in the suburbs, there are yellow eyes everywhere, so my mother suggested seeing rape flowers. Driving to the suburbs, you can see the golden sea of flowers through the window. I took a casual look and then looked down, playing games on my mobile phone. The sunshine is very good, and it falls brilliantly on my body and seat through the skylight. As a result, the aperture was dirty, and the door next to it also cast my shadow.
"What are you doing in the car? Come down for a walk. I don't have time to come out at school. It's good to see the sunshine outside! "
Mother's face is bright and beautiful, and she smiles like a child. She knocked on the window and seemed to stop until she pulled me down!
"Come, come!" I don't want to come down.
"Nong, you see-"
My mother's hand pointed directly behind me, her eyes narrowed slightly and her face was full of enjoyment.
I didn't want to offend her, so I turned around cleverly and looked back-but suddenly I saw a dazzling rape flower! At that time, I forgot to breathe, staring straight at the vast sea of flowers and waiting for a while ... completely different from what I saw in the window, hiding in a closed small space, I saw only a corner of the vast sea of flowers. Now, the beautiful colors in the eyes are almost eye-catching.
That bright yellow, that jumping yellow, that vibrant yellow, that quiet yellow that turns into poetry, that gentle yellow that smiles … suddenly I feel that my words are poor. Searching in my mind, I still can't enjoy the description. It is not like the willow in early spring, which is almost greenish yellow, nor is it like the dark and deep yellow of sunflower in late autumn. It is the kind of yellow that is between the two and full of youthful vitality-so I can't help but think of the sun in an instant. Suddenly I feel that the brilliant rape flower is the embodiment of the sun!
Mom smiled proudly, as if believing my shock at a glance!
Indeed, the heart is shocking, surging and surging! I am not exaggerating. Looking back, can you remember the surprise in your heart? Can you think of the rape flower that appeared as a group army? Can you think of a place where the call from the wilderness intersects, overlaps and blends with the soft heart?
My heart was also ignited in an instant. In a trance, I saw quiet flowers in the depths of the flame, clusters and pieces. ...
"Lonely people take lonely roads and watch lonely scenery", such a life should be boring and miserable! Learn to look back, learn to melt the hard ice that builds the heart wall with warmth, open your heart and face it bravely, and life is wonderful everywhere!
Sometimes, because of a casual look back, we can grasp the beauty that is about to pass by. ...