1. Write a 600-word essay imitating the back view
"The Back View" is a retrospective essay written by the modern writer Zhu Ziqing (1898-1948) in 1925. This prose describes the situation when the author left Nanjing to go to Peking University. His father took him to Pukou Railway Station, took care of him on the train, and bought oranges for him. What impressed me most deeply in the author's mind was his father's back as he climbed up and down the platform while buying oranges for him.
The author uses simple words to express the father's love for his children in a profound, delicate and sincere way, and shows the father's care and love from ordinary events. The imitation is as follows:
In other articles, I always call him dad, but today, I call him father.
My father is a worker, just a very ordinary worker, but he is different from other workers. My father loves to work and seems to want to complete all the work by himself. Perhaps due to his efforts, his father's position changed, from a worker at the beginning to a monitor, vice captain, and captain.
With the transfer of positions, my father's rest time also became shorter, from two days a week to one day a week, and then no day off at all. When the work unit went for a physical examination, my father just filled out the form and handed it in. He didn't have time to check it out.
My father is back from work. This time he can take three consecutive days of leave. For my father who never takes a day off, these three days of leave are just like mine. Summer vacation is just as long. I'm so happy that I can finally spend a few days with him. Usually he would go out before I woke up, and he wouldn't come back until I was already asleep. I haven't really looked at him for a long time.
When my father stepped into the house, I found that he was darker and thinner. He must be exhausted from work. When he saw me, he said: "Son, I always look at you when you are sleeping." Look at you, you have grown so much this year!" My father's voice was hoarse and not as loud as before.
After dinner, my father and I went to play basketball. On the way I asked him: "Dad, where is the work?" I thought for a while and asked: "Is it going well there?" Good luck, don't you see I'm healthy and happy?" Dad replied.
While playing basketball, my father turned around and then made a jump shot. I saw my father’s back behind him. His back was a little hunched and he looked a little old. Before I could see clearly, the setting sun took away the afterglow. Maybe the setting sun was afraid that I would be too sad and left.
On the way home, an old classmate of my father walked in front of me. They chatted, and the moonlight opened up again and illuminated my father's back with its light.
"Dad", I usually call him that, but now it seems that my father is indeed old. In the past, he had a straight back and always joked with me humorously.
The back view at this time reflected the dignity of a man, which belonged to my father. He was majestic, heroic, and full of passion. Just as my father usually taught me: "A good man has his ambitions in all directions. Son, go and Fight, fight!"
My father's back has different meanings, but they are all the embodiment of deep father's love. My father's back that day will always be reflected in my mind.
Extended information
Creative background
In 1917, the author's grandmother passed away, and his father's job as director of the Xuzhou Tobacco and Liquor Sales Bureau was also handed over. After the funeral, father and son went to Nanjing together. His father sent the author on the train to go north. The author was 20 years old that year.
On that specific occasion, the father's care, consideration and love for his son moved his son deeply. This impression will last forever, and a few years later, when he thought of that figure from behind, his father's shadow appeared. "In the crystal tears", people cannot forget it. In 1925, the author felt deeply about world affairs and wrote this article.
Influence of the work
This prose, through a unique approach, reflects the relationship between people when the ice water of old moral concepts recedes—— Especially the awakening of the most sincere and touching family relationship between father and son. In the face of this awakening, people possess and express their feelings as a real person for the first time.
This is also the revolutionary historical content and ideological significance contained in the article. Its publication not only enhanced Zhu Ziqing's status in the history of prose, but also made people compete to imitate his sincere, calm and dilute prose style. 2. Imitate the back view and write an essay on the nostalgia of autumn. The title should be no less than 600 words. Please
For autumn, I miss a lot. For me, there is also a lot worth remembering about autumn. The topic mentioned has been praised by many poets at home and abroad in ancient and modern times. It is so wonderful! Today I also want to talk about autumn.
Autumn has been a sad and lonely time since ancient times. This is true for some people, but for farmers, autumn is a harvest season and a season of getting rich. It is a time when farmers always have a smile on their lips. This season is a beautiful festival. At the end of the border fortress, the pale yellow sunset falls little by little. Every time I see this scene, the sadness in my heart doesn't stop, and I want to cry again. , but why am I crying? In late autumn, I sit at my desk and occasionally look out the window at the dark-colored trees swaying rustlingly. There are no longer bright shadows of sunlight on the land. I watch the children tighten their clothes chains and float in the wind. With long hair, we never put on more clothes and put on sweaters. Autumn! It also contains a hint of awesomeness. Autumn is like a bird - "Awesome Autumn Consideration." The autumn wind blows to the right and left, and the wind blows on the face with a cool feeling. Not to mention how wonderful the taste is. The autumn wind cannot be seen or touched, it is so "powerful"! It kept blowing up and down my body naughtily, and also hugged me, which made me feel embarrassed. The autumn wind blew my hair into a mess, which really made me feel a little overwhelmed! In autumn, how can we forget mooncakes? The days of the Mid-Autumn Festival are coming to us step by step, silently. The moon is full. In this desolate moon, it is all full. During the Mid-Autumn Festival as a family, we did sit on the balcony with a few classmates and ate moon cakes. It looked so useless. Help, Mid-Autumn Festival, one reincarnation, one reincarnation, another reincarnation passed, it came, and went, and left, and came again, how wonderful it is, I think about my childhood, when I was enjoying the beauty of the Mid-Autumn Festival at home, and come again Thinking about us today, this undoubtedly shows a sense of desolation. Here, the delicious mooncakes are sweet in the mouth, but become a bitter taste in the stomach. At that time, when my family was having a good time, Eating delicious food and mooncakes with various flavors is such a joy! After the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is followed by the annual, sacred and solemn festival-National Day. National Day is called the Golden Day, hey! After a month of intense and complicated study, I can always relax a bit during the Golden Week. National Day is solemn. 3. Write a 500-word essay imitating "Back View", using rhetorical techniques
It was late autumn, the dew was cold, the cicadas were chilling, and the north wind was shaking the old trees unscrupulously. There was a strange cry on the treetops, and the withered yellow leaves on the ground were picked up by the wind, swirling in the air, and picked up again as soon as they fell... A chill filled the people's faces.
My mother and I were walking on the quiet street. It was very cold, and even though I was wearing a thick sweater, the north wind still penetrated through the small holes in the sweater and hit my heart.
Looking at a fallen leaf blown by the wind, I couldn’t help but think: It’s another difficult winter! At this time, a thin figure appeared in the distance, sitting alone on the ground. With the cold wind, we walked forward quickly, and the figure from behind gradually became clear... It was a beggar.
She is about 30 years old, but her brows and face are full of the vicissitudes of time. She was wearing only thin clothes and was shivering slightly in the cold wind.
Another gust of wind blew by, and she hugged the baby in her arms tighter. That was probably her son, wrapped in two quilts and nestled in his mother's arms.
Perhaps it was the mother who was clinging to him. She leaned against the child tightly and hugged him tightly. She wished she could give half of her body temperature to the child, but she forgot that she was still sitting here in the cold and cold place. On the ground of bones, I was still trembling... At this time, another gust of north wind whizzed past us with fallen leaves. The color of the grass changed when it touched the Buddha, and the leaves of the trees fell off. It was extremely sad and fierce. She shuddered.
However, she wrapped the child tightly in the quilt, and then, without any hesitation, took off one of her coats and gently covered the child. Her body was shaking like a late autumn leaf, but her eyes were filled with warmth that could drive away the cold. She looked at the sleeping face of her child, a warm smile appeared on her face, and her eyes were filled with infinite love and infinite warmth... ... She hugged the child tightly, stood up from the ground, and walked away step by step... But the child in her arms was still sleeping, as if he was completely unaware of the dilemma he was facing, or he also understood that he would never be cold, because no matter what No matter how strong the wind was, his mother could protect him, leaving him only warmth.
The cold wind was blowing, and suddenly a piece of clothing was put on my body, and a wave of warmth spread throughout my body. Looking back, I only saw a warm look on my mother’s face…. 4. Write a composition by imitating the back view
I have read "The Back View" by Zhu Ziqing. Maybe because I am still young, I can't really understand what my father's back view left to Zhu Ziqing, but I just feel a little sour. It was sour and astringent. But one thing made me understand Zhu Ziqing’s endless and indescribable feelings, and that was the back of my mother...
My mother is an ordinary and ordinary person. Great mother. My mother wakes up early every day and is busy with housework and taking care of things in the factory. Usually I have lunch at school, but recently, I have a stomach bug, so my mother comes to pick me up at noon every day. Go home for dinner.
This undoubtedly added to the burden on my mother. It was a winter with heavy rain, cold weather and heavy rain. I stood shivering at the school gate waiting for my mother to pick me up. The test papers were handed out in the morning, and my usually good results were changed this time. There is a huge contrast. The teacher also talked to me in the morning. In fact, I have tried my best, but how could I get such a score? This morning, the sky is gray and my heart is gray. Now, I just hope to see you soon. I went to my mother so that I could complain to my mother, but time passed by minute by second. I should have been here long ago, but my mother? It was almost 12 o'clock. Other students were taken home by their parents one after another. The students who had lunch at school were also full. The more I waited, the more anxious I became. The more I waited, the more disappointed I became. Tears fell down. Right here. At that time, the teacher came to me and told me that my grandfather was sick and was getting an intravenous drip in the hospital. My mother told me to eat at school first. When I heard this, I was very angry. She knew that I had a bad stomach and she still asked me to eat at school. If I really couldn't leave. I should have called earlier to tell me why I was kept waiting for so long, not to mention on such a cold day. I felt so wronged and tears welled up in my eyes. I was so angry that I didn't even eat lunch.
It’s already the end of the first class in the afternoon. It’s raining harder outside, and it seems to be colder than in the morning. The feeling of anger is really uncomfortable. I haven’t eaten at noon, and my stomach starts to growl. I was really cold and hungry. I started to feel that I was a little too much at noon. In fact, it was not my mother's fault. I was thinking, "Hey, your mother is waiting for you outside! Go quickly!" The table shouted to me. Is this true? Oh my god, it was so cold outside. I ran out in a hurry, and a familiar figure appeared in my sight. It was really my mother. I saw that her entire trouser legs were wet. She was holding an umbrella in one hand and a lunch box in the other. Her face was so haggard and anxious. All the resentment she had at noon had been thrown away. I completely ignored the opinions and opinions of the teachers and classmates. With eyes wide open, he rushed out of the classroom, threw himself into his mother's arms, and asked gently: "Mom, it's raining and it's so cold, why are you still here?" "I'm afraid you won't have enough to eat at noon, so I bought you the beef fried rice you like. Sit down and eat quickly. "My throat was choked up after listening to my mother's words. I didn't dare to tell her. In fact, I haven't eaten yet! She took out a box from her bag and said, "Qianqian, it's my mother's fault for not picking you up in time at noon, making you hungry. But my mother really can't leave. Eat quickly, it's still hot." Your father has to ship goods to the factory today, and your grandfather is still in the hospital. I have to leave." Suddenly, my heart felt like I had knocked over a five-flavor bottle. It smelled of everything, but more of regret and self-blame. I raised my head. , then I noticed that my mother’s hands were red and purple from the cold, she didn’t even wear gloves, her face was red from the wind, and the traces of time had climbed up her forehead. I can’t eat anymore, I can’t Take control of yourself and fall into your mother's arms again. In my mother's arms, I cried secretly and shed tears of shame. I didn't let my mother see it and tried my best to hide it. My mother smiled and said, "Eat quickly! The food won't taste good when it's cold! I'm leaving!" I didn't look up, I just said "hmm" and waited until I looked up again. At that time, my mother had already walked out of the school gate, leaving only a back figure for me. The back figure seemed to have many meanings, but more of it was my mother's love for me. I stood there for a long time holding the box lunch, with tears still in my eyes. In the wind, I thought a lot... 5. Write a composition by imitating the back (not about your parents)
It has been more than two years since I last saw my classmate *** in elementary school.
What I can’t forget the most is his back. That summer, we graduated, and we all went our separate ways to go to the middle school we had longed for. It was this day of double happiness.
I went to Kaihui’s house to say goodbye to him. I met Kaihui at Kaihui’s house and saw him who was as close to me as a brother. I thought about his past and couldn’t help but hug him. Together, liquid appeared in our eyes and kept dripping. We chatted for a long time at his house. We talked about our curiosity when we first came to elementary school; we talked about our dramatic meeting; we talked about the ups and downs we have experienced in the past few years... The bright sky was torn off by an invisible hand. Epidermis, Kaihui had to go to the teacher’s house to run some errands, and I also had to walk a short distance to the station to catch the bus, so we went together.
We walked for a short distance, and we should have separated, but Kaihui thought that the public security on this stretch of road was not good, so there was someone to take care of us if we walked together. At first he saw lights on both sides, so he decided not to accompany me.
But I still feel uneasy and worried about my safety. After all, I am already in my first year of junior high school, so I still take care of myself.
He hesitated for a while and finally decided to go with me. I tried to dissuade him repeatedly, but he just said: "Don't take your life for granted!" Not long after we left, the rain fell to the earth with lightning speed. The grass and trees were trembling in the rain. We hurriedly looked for A place to take shelter from the rain.
We originally wanted to carry forward the "manly" spirit and rush to the end in one go, but considering that I was sick. All we can do is wait.
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I looked at the "increasingly rampant" rainstorm outside. If you walk out from here, you will be a drowned rat in less than a minute, and the journey is long.
Kaihui is a fat man, so it is naturally more troublesome to go back and forth. I didn't let him go and he ran away.
I saw him wearing a gray hat, a black T-shirt, and a pair of jeans. He quickly ran out of the rain shelter, jumped down the steps, and almost slipped. After he stood firm, he pulled his clothes up as much as possible.
Kaihui ran to a railing. He climbed on it with both hands, then retracted two legs upward, climbed up with one leg, and finally turned his whole body over. He looked very strenuous.
Then I saw his back, and my tears instantly merged with the rain. After a while, when I looked outside again, he had come back with an umbrella.
When passing the railing, he slowly placed his umbrella next to the railing, then climbed over, picked up the umbrella and walked away. When we were not far from here, I hurriedly stepped forward to help him.
He handed the umbrella to my hand, then took off his hat and threw out a lot of water. My heart felt very relaxed.
"I'm leaving!" "Wait..." Before I could finish speaking, he had already run away. When his back was blended into the blurry rain curtain and could no longer be found, I left.
The rain is hitting the umbrella, and it is also hitting my heart. Therefore, on the street with few pedestrians, two sounds overlapped: "Crackling, crackling, crackling..." Today is another rainy day.
I was sitting in front of the window, and in the blurry rain curtain, I saw the back of the man wearing a gray hat, a black T-shirt, and a pair of jeans... 6. The teacher asked us to imitate the back view of the text and write an essay about family love
There will be an exam on maternal love tomorrow, and everyone is "gnawing" at the book eagerly. I am no exception. Maybe it is because of too much pressure. Big, I was extremely irritable. In the dead of night, I was still flipping through the Chinese language book in a panic, but I couldn't read it at all. At this time, my mother opened the door and came in, holding a cup of hot milk in her hand. "My child, I need it tomorrow. It’s time for the exam, so don’t read tonight, drink milk, and go to bed early!” Mom said with a smile and concern. Although I knew what my mother meant, my irritability turned me into a hedgehog, and my mother became the target of venting. "I don't want to drink it. I don't even have time to read. Do you still have time to drink milk?" I didn't even raise my head. "You'd better go to bed early for the exam tomorrow, otherwise you will not be energetic tomorrow." My mother said in her tone. There was a trace of anxiety in my voice. "Stop annoying me! I can't even read the book!" I yelled at my mother. The atmosphere suddenly became very quiet and embarrassing. My mother was like a turtle without a shell. Pricks all over my body. I know my mother cares about me, and I also know that I have hurt my mother. In fact, I really don’t want to say those sharp and mean words, but I don’t know why, when I opened my mouth, these words came out like a barrage of cannons. Come out. My mother silently packed away the books I had spread on the bed. Seeing that I was not "sleepy", she turned around, sighed, and gently closed the door... Listening to the footsteps of my mother closing the door and leaving, I looked at the The steaming milk filled my heart with guilt. I wanted to run out and say "I'm sorry" to my mother. But, I didn't have the courage. In this silent night, I hurt my mother, but my mother smiled and was so tolerant to me. .The great maternal love made me feel so great, but it also filled me with a sense of guilt. I turned off the light and heard the sound of my mother approaching and then leaving. I looked at the ceiling and made up my mind that I would definitely show my love to my mother tomorrow. Apologize. I suddenly feel that my mother's love is like the air that I rely on to survive, but I often forget its existence.