1. Looking for a two-line (structure) composition, preferably prose, about 800 words
"Take Off":
Life is a straight line, composed of countless composed of try points.
A very small bird, it has just grown feathers, and its immature-looking wings seem vulnerable. It hid in its little nest and looked enviously at the geese flying freely in the sky. It longs for the blue sky, the golden sunshine and the freedom to fly in the fragrant wind. It looked at its wings and thought: My wings are too tender, I can't fly.
When I was very young, I started to memorize ancient poems, from Qu Yuan's "The road is long and long, I will search up and down" to Li Bai's "There will be times when the wind breaks the waves, Hang the cloud sail directly to help the sea." Maybe it’s because I like the ups and downs and the catchy poetry; maybe I’m in love with the simple beauty of poetry. I became a girl who loves poetry. Byron, Keats, Tagore, Ye Ning, Bei Dao, Shu Ting... Sometimes I feel eager to try, but I think I can only dream.
The blue sky and white clouds are becoming more and more tempting to the little bird. Its desire to fly becomes clear and gradually becomes stronger. It has a habit of gently flapping its wings.
I started to have my own little notebook. Always carry it with you, sometimes smelling the smell of earth in the fields; sometimes seeing a small star in the hazy clouds; sometimes throwing a stone by the river and making ripples... Every quiet moment in life The shadow turned into a short sentence and was recorded in my notebook.
The wild goose said to the bird: "Come out, little thing! Take out your courage, fly out and embrace the blue sky." The bird's eyes were bright. It's asking myself: "Can I try this?"
I started stringing together some short sentences and started writing lines. My teacher said: "Try it. Maybe you can also write poetry. How will you know if it works if you don't try it?" So I spent a long time looking for and brewing some real inspiration.
The bird is standing on the branch. It was a sunny day. It decided to give it a try. Even if you fail, you still have to fall once. It flapped its wings with a bit of timidity, faster and faster. It was no longer timid, but full of confidence and courage. call! In an instant, it flew up and finally flew under the vast blue sky.
After writing the last line, I couldn’t hide the joy flowing in my eyes. My first poem was finally successful. It turns out that writing poetry is not as difficult as I thought. Seeing my poem published in a magazine, the graffiti finally turned into type. So, I stepped into the threshold of poetry with a smile.
Looking back at my life, I try to connect every dot. Regardless of success or failure, the flight of a bird is always after it takes off. Flap your wings and say to yourself: Give it a try!
This article has two lines. One is "A little bird flies from envy to flying into the vast blue sky", and the other is "I go from liking poetry to stepping into the threshold of poetry creation". Viewed from a single line, the front and back form a loop of beauty; viewed in contrast, the two lines complement each other. What's even more wonderful is that each of the two lines is divided into four small segments, and they are allowed to appear in parallel and alternately. The two lines advance together and develop in staggered ways - vertical echo, horizontal contrast, clever conception.
The two-line structure is a very good writing structure. This structure can not only solve the problem of empty writing content, but also show the wisdom of conception. More importantly, this structure can better express the main idea. The full-scoring essay "Pipa Xing: The Love of Parents" in the 2004 Hunan College Entrance Examination adopted this "double-line" structure. This article uses the famous lines in the ancient masterpiece "Pipa Xing" as a symbol of the transformation of the writing structure. It corresponds to my own growth process and expresses my gratitude to my parents for their upbringing. It is extremely contagious. The most typical and clever article with the "dual-line" structure in the textbook is Mr. Lu Xun's "Medicine": the story of the Hua family is the overt line, and the story of the Xia family is the hidden line. Using light and dark clues to unfold the plot not only makes the clues clear, but also unearths profound themes: closely connecting family tragedies with major social issues, allowing people to not only deeply understand where the unfortunate people in the "sick" society are "unfortunate", but also It inspires people to think about how to "cure" this sick society.
2. The composition "That Place" should use two parallel lines, 600 words, thank you, God, urgent request
There are always some places that have never been reached. But they will always linger in dreams, making people unable to There is a familiar feeling in my sleep. Living in China, which has a vast territory, it is inevitable that you will have a strong interest in other places other than the area where you live. People from the south of the Yangtze River are used to being immersed in the gentle wind and drizzle, and they will naturally want to experience it for themselves. The vastness of the desert and solitary smoke. Those in the cold north are tired of seeing the magnificence of the ice and snow, and naturally want to try the gentleness of small bridges and flowing water. Those with a bigger heart will daydream about themselves and even romantic, mysterious, or passionate places outside the country. Territory, and then lamented the limitations of oneself. So these areas often appear in the mind, making people familiar without knowing it. I have imagined such a place, let's call it a mixed territory for the time being, a realm where all dreams are mixed. In its center are bustling streets and squares. What remains among the blue sky and white clouds are the traces of white pigeons flying by. The hurried crowds are rushing about for life, but there is no shortage of smiles on their faces. The green space is surrounded by tall buildings, as if it is full of life. The green coat. The streets are enveloped in a warm atmosphere. There are places for resting on the streets, allowing people to relax their souls in the lazy afternoon under the warm sunshine. There are also parks with large green spaces. There are places to study. Talking children staggered by. The warm sunshine mixed with the smell of green grass quietly penetrated through the gaps in the leaves. Occasionally, a few bright kites would appear, adding some luster to the slightly lonely sky. And the independent apartment is the most beautiful. It is better not to show up, it is best to live in a courtyard or a small building shared by several people. Life here is more interesting because there are both laughter and quarrels. The elderly carefully cultivate the flowers and plants in the courtyard. The children also have a relationship with nature. Intimate contact. If you are celebrating your age, you can just walk around in the small courtyard after dinner. The stress of the day may have been relieved a lot. And the road outside the house is not an anxious road. Even if the road is very wide, there must be dense green shade. The mixture of green and blue sky gives a fresh flavor. These are in the city. Of course, there must be small bridges and flowing water in the suburbs. Perhaps it is more like Zhouzhuang without a commercial atmosphere. The figure of the oar swayer is reflected in the reflection of the setting sun. , rippling along with the soft waves. The years seemed to be fascinated by this scene, and also slowed down its pace. Those so-called hard things that pushed us forward also disappeared at this time. At this time, hope It is the bluestone brushed by the running water and the green tiles of the quaint hut. You can watch the sunrise and sunset without any scruples, and go through the night and day. It is best to have dense jungles and gentle beaches. Golden and blue become the most beautiful things between the water and the sky. Color. The dry sand slides over the skin, which is pleasant. And the seawater soaked in it will give people a warm surprise. For the jungle, it needs to be more colorful to exude a charming atmosphere. The beach is covered with maple leaves. Roads, sky-high trees, and graceful branches and leaves swaying in the wind are all indispensable. It would be better if there are winding terraces, and there will be more layers of beauty among the green water and green mountains. In a place like this, No matter what season, there is no doubt that it has its own flavor. Spring is full of life. Summer is cool. Autumn is comfortable. Winter is warm. No matter what time it is, it is quite charming. Daytime is warm. Night is quiet. "Keeping" But love, how can one not dream about it or be familiar with it? . 3. Article written using the "double parallel method"
[First, we need to add an appropriate amount of vegetable oil. When the oil boils, add sweet white sugar and simmer slowly over low heat. , you have to control the heat, otherwise the sweet taste will turn bitter]
I brought a friend I just met home, and I played with her happily. She is one year younger than me, and she was on the train. We all know each other, because they are all children, so it is easy to get along with them.
I took her to the bedroom, showed her many treasures in my collection, and introduced her to her one by one my most precious ancient coins. This is what I am most proud of. She stared at these strange things with wide eyes and couldn't put them down and touched them again and again.
We happily shared my little collection.
[The oil temperature is high and the sugar has boiled into a thick consistency, which is very beautiful. Then, pour in the chopped ribs. Do you still remember the sound of the vegetables being put into the pot? The crackling sound was really scary]
I was shocked when I opened my treasure box. All my ancient coins were missing. "Did mom take them?" I thought to myself, no. , definitely not, that is my mother, how could she take my things so carelessly? My respect for my mother and my firm belief immediately gave up this idea.
"Yes, it's her, it must be her!" I affirmed the answer without hesitation. She liked them so much and was so careful even when picking them up. Why didn't I remember? I almost wronged my innocent mother.
I rushed to her house without saying anything. She saw me looking very happy, so of course she was happy because she took her treasure. "Take out the things!" I said angrily. "What?" "You're still pretending to steal my things, and you still won't give them back to me." I became louder and louder, causing her puppy to bark desperately. She shook her head firmly and shed tears. "If you don't give it to me, our friends won't be able to do anything. Goodbye." I walked out angrily, not forgetting to look back and add: "Never again!"
[The ribs are golden brown. , add a little salt and stir-fry repeatedly]
After that, we had no contact anymore, and I still hate her in my heart.
[Cover the lid and simmer for a few minutes, the taste will be better]
One day many years later, my mother took out the coins that I had disappeared. Extremely annoyed, I looked at the sky outside the window and asked, "Where is she at this time?"
[The sugar-cooked pork ribs are a bit sour, add vinegar according to personal taste]
How many times? One day a few months later, I met her on the train. She was even more beautiful at the place where we met, with a permanent smile. She looked at me, and I felt so sad that I shed tears.
[After stir-frying, the sweet and sour pork ribs are completed. It is full of color, aroma and taste. It is sour, sweet and delicious. Have you tried it? ]
I held her hand tightly to prevent happiness from slipping away again.
Comments:
This is an article with a relatively novel concept. The article is narrated alternately by two clues: one is the clue that "I" and my friends got to know each other, had misunderstandings, discovered the truth, and reconciled; the other is the clue that "I" cooked sweet and sour pork ribs. The former is more substantial and is the main content of the article; the latter is more imaginary and serves as a foil. Due to the alternating narrative of the two clues, the article appears vivid, novel and full of charm. The narrative rhythm is well controlled, and the writing is smooth and concise. The only drawback is that the meaning of "cooked sweet and sour pork ribs" is not very consistent with the main content of the article. 4. Write an essay with the theme of activating my positive energy using a dual-line approach
Activating my positive energy is a small thing, but it embodies the care between people and reflects the It is the transmission of love that ferments at an accelerated rate, moves us, and warms us, because it conveys positive energy, a powerful positive energy.
The Jewish writer Wiesel once said: "The opposite of beauty is not ugliness, but indifference; the opposite of faith is not heresy, but indifference; the opposite of life is not death, but indifference." Once upon a time, because of "Xiao Yue" Extreme events such as the "Yue Incident" and the "Peng Yu Case" have made us worried and anxious about moral decline.
At the same time, there is a desire deep in the heart of every kind and honest person, a desire for our society to be less indifferent and more warm, and for people to be less wary and more helpful. No matter how things change, love and kindness will eventually become the mainstream of society and the trend of the times.
From the accelerated fermentation and spread of this little thing, it is not difficult to see the touch it brings to people's hearts and the excitement it generates. Everyone's warm feeling towards this kind of love stems from the most precious understanding and recognition of kindness between people.
It is this kind of understanding and recognition that penetrates the indifference and contempt in the world, and uses a mentality of comparing oneself to others to gain a feeling of empathy. Love is regarded as the most precious human emotion, the noblest sentiment, a vivid display of human conscience, an important symbol of social civilization, and a concentrated expression of the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation.
The ancients said: In the beginning, human beings are inherently good. In fact, each of us has kindness and love, we are just waiting for an opportunity to be triggered.
When a person is moved, his love and kindness are also triggered. The gentleness that makes people "warm at the sight of it" is the warmth that inspires the softness and kindness in our hearts.
There is always a power that brings tears to our eyes, and there is always a touch that we will remember deeply. CCTV host Zhang Quanling commented, "I always hope that I can be a part of this warm chain, so that the transmission of kindness will not be interrupted by me."
Just as some people believe that this incident releases "positive energy", they have seen it and have the responsibility to pass it on. In reality, "positive energy" does bring a lot of positive effects.
We are touched by Alimu. He supports poor students by selling barbecue, and many people come to "support" him. There is touching and "positive energy" in this. Society needs love, and the times call for love.
The feeling of good deeds and love exists in everyone's heart. But what many people lack is not moved, but the courage to show moved, an action to convey moved.
Conveying emotion is the transmission of "positive energy". Love is priceless, regardless of size, and "positive energy" is neither strong nor weak.
Love is the spring breeze that can warm every inch of life; it is a torch that can illuminate every corner of society. Love is responsibility and dedication, and it also means gain.
Love illuminates the surroundings and warms oneself at the same time. Helping others means perfecting oneself, sublimating oneself, and making oneself happy. Giving roses to others and leaving fragrance in their hands is a kind of spiritual communication, mutual giving and common pursuit.
We do not blindly be great, we only become a member of greatness, and our society will be great, our nation will be great, and our country will be great. Let us deliver positive energy together. It is a small thing, but it embodies the care between people and reflects the transmission of love. It ferments at an accelerated rate, moves us and warms us, because it conveys positive energy and is a powerful force. Positive energy.
The Jewish writer Wiesel once said: "The opposite of beauty is not ugliness, but indifference; the opposite of faith is not heresy, but indifference; the opposite of life is not death, but indifference."
"At one time, due to extreme events such as the "Little Yueyue Incident" and the "Peng Yu Case", we had worries and anxiety about moral decline.
At the same time, in the hearts of every kind and honest person There is a deep desire for our society to be less indifferent and more warm, and for people to be less wary and more helpful. Let the world change, love and kindness will eventually be the mainstream of society and the trend of the times. < /p>
From the accelerated fermentation and spread of this little thing, it is not difficult to see that it touches people's hearts and creates a warm feeling for this kind of love, which comes from the relationship between people. The most precious understanding and recognition of goodness in the world.
It is this understanding and recognition that penetrates the indifference and contempt in the world, and uses a mentality of comparing oneself to others to gain a sense of empathy. Love is regarded as the most precious human emotion, the noblest sentiment, a vivid display of human conscience, an important symbol of social civilization, and a concentrated expression of the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation.
The ancients said: When a person is born, he is inherently kind. In fact, each of us is full of kindness and love. We are just waiting for an opportunity to be triggered.
When a person is touched, it is also his love and kindness. When kindness is triggered, there is a tenderness that makes people "warm at the sight of it", which inspires the softness and kindness in our hearts.
There is always a kind of power that makes us burst into tears, and there is always a kind of touch. Let us remember it deeply. CCTV host Zhang Quanling commented, "I always hope that I can be a part of this warm chain so that the transmission of kindness will not be interrupted by me."
As some people think, this incident released. It is "positive energy" that I have seen, and I have the responsibility to pass it on. In reality, the positive effects brought by "positive energy" are indeed many.
We are touched by Alimu. , he supports poor students by selling barbecue, and many people come to "support" him. There is touching feeling and the transmission of "positive energy". The society needs love, and the times call for love.
The feeling of love exists in everyone's heart. But what many people lack is not the feeling of being moved, but the courage to show the feeling of being moved.
To convey the feeling of being moved is "positive energy." "The transmission of love. Love is priceless, regardless of size, and "positive energy" is not strong or weak.
Love is the spring breeze that can warm every inch of life; it is a torch that can illuminate the future of society. Every corner. Love is responsibility and dedication, and it also means harvest.
Love illuminates the surroundings and warms oneself. Helping others means perfecting oneself, sublimating oneself, and making oneself happy. Liuxiang is a kind of spiritual communication, mutual giving, and common pursuit.
We do not blindly be great. If we only become a great member, our society will be great, and we will be great. The nation will be great, our country.
5. Double-line structure composition 600 Grade 1
Life is a straight line, composed of countless trying points.
A very small bird, it has just grown feathers, The seemingly immature wings seemed vulnerable. It hid in its nest and looked enviously at the geese flying freely in the sky. It longed for the blue sky, the golden sunshine and the birds flying in the fragrant wind. Freedom. It looked at its wings and thought: My wings are too tender, I can't fly.
When I was very young, I started to recite ancient poems, starting from Qu Yuan's "The road is long and long, I will search up and down", to Li Bai's "There will be long winds and waves, and the clouds and sails will sail across the sea". Maybe it's because I like the ups and downs, catchy ***; maybe it's I fell in love with the simple beauty of poetry. I became a girl who loves poetry. Byron, Keats, Tagore, Ye Ning, Bei Dao, Shu Ting... Sometimes there is a feeling of eagerness in my heart, but I think, I can only dream.
The blue sky and white clouds are becoming more and more tempting to the little bird. Its desire to fly becomes clear and gradually becomes stronger. It is used to gently flapping its wings.
I started to have my own little notebook. I always carry it with me. Sometimes I smell the smell of earth in the fields; sometimes I see a small star in the hazy clouds; sometimes I throw it by the river. A pebble makes ripples... Every peaceful shadow in life is turned into a short sentence and recorded in my notebook.
The wild goose said to the bird: "Come out, little thing! Take it out. Take your courage and fly out to embrace the blue sky." The bird's eyes were bright. It asked itself: "Can I try it?"
I started to string together some short sentences and started to write them. My teacher said: "Try it. Maybe you can also write poetry. How will you know if you can't do it if you don't try it?" So I spent a long time looking for and brewing some real inspiration.
The little bird stood on the branch. It was a sunny day. It decided to give it a try. Even if it failed, it would have to fall once. It flapped its wings with a bit of timidity, faster and faster. It couldn't No longer timid, but full of confidence and courage. Phew! In an instant, it flew up, and finally flew under the vast blue sky.
After writing the last line, my joy could not be concealed in my eyes. My first poem, I finally succeeded. It turns out that writing poetry is not as difficult as I thought. Seeing my poems published in magazines, graffiti finally turned into type. So, I stepped into the threshold of poetry with a smile.
Looking back at my life, I try to connect every dot. Regardless of success or failure, the flight of a bird is always after it takes off. I flap my wings and say to myself: Give it a try! 6. How to write a two-line composition: Baidu Encyclopedia
Look out the window and the wind blows in the willows, listen to the cicadas chirping on the trees, and watch the people rushing on the road. The box of memory is gradually opening... The familiar voices and shadows of the past appear before my eyes again, and the sweet words of the past come to mind again.
A few years ago, I said goodbye to my good friends twice. Each time, I was extremely sad and had mixed emotions.
The first time was to say goodbye to a classmate who had been with me for five years. That was when I was with a few good friends, and we told each other about our parting feelings. As they talked, they talked about past events.
It was a summer morning, and a few of us were having breakfast and chatting outside the school gate. Just as she was saying that Wang Lin was coming, but no one noticed, she covered my eyes from behind and deliberately imitated Crayon Shin-chan's voice to make me guess who she was. As soon as she made a sound, she revealed herself, and I yelled, " Wang Lin", holding her hand again and tickling her, we were really happy.
Another time we went out to sketch, and when we came back we bought something to eat. We were all covered in food, but no one laughed at anyone, we just laughed at each other. Friendship is so pure and lovely.
The second time was when I said goodbye to my good friend in Wuhan. I didn’t have any thoughts at that time, I just felt that I was about to separate and I wanted to say goodbye. But it’s still sad to think about it afterwards.
I have had too many experiences with them. The most unforgettable thing is going to the bookstore and playing with them. It was fun to talk and laugh on the road. How good it is to look back now. I miss it very much.
The past is in a hurry, and I don’t want to mention it anymore. If I talk about it too much, I will only be sad.
Imagine the future, living a good life thousands of miles away from my friends, but sighing that I don’t have that close friend.
On the road of life, parting is a very common thing. Only with parting can there be reunion and reunion.
Now I think of that poem
Passionate sentiments have been hurt by parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival! Where will you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them? 7. Ask for a composition that intersects two lines. Urgent
"Take Off": Life is a straight line, composed of countless trying points.
A very small bird, it has just grown feathers, and its immature-looking wings seem vulnerable. It hid in its little nest and looked enviously at the geese flying freely in the sky.
It longs for the blue sky, the golden sunshine and the freedom to fly in the fragrant wind.
It looked at its wings and thought: My wings are too tender, I can't fly.
When I was very young, I started to memorize ancient poems, from Qu Yuan's "The road is long and long, I will search up and down" to Li Bai's "There will be times when the wind breaks the waves, Hang the cloud sail directly to help the sea." Maybe it’s because I like the ups and downs and the catchy poetry; maybe I’m in love with the simple beauty of poetry.
I became a girl who likes poetry. Byron, Keats, Tagore, Ye Ning, Bei Dao, Shu Ting... Sometimes I feel eager to try, but I think I can only dream.
The blue sky and white clouds are becoming more and more tempting to the little bird. Its desire to fly becomes clear and gradually becomes stronger. It has a habit of gently flapping its wings.
I started to have my own little notebook. Always carry it with you, sometimes smelling the smell of earth in the fields; sometimes seeing a small star in the hazy clouds; sometimes throwing a stone by the river and making ripples... Every quiet moment in life The shadow turned into a short sentence and was recorded in my notebook.
The wild goose said to the bird: "Come out, little thing! Take out your courage, fly out and embrace the blue sky." The bird's eyes were bright.
It's asking myself: "Can I try this?" I start stringing together some short sentences and start writing lines. My teacher said: "Try it.
Maybe you can also write poetry. How will you know if it works if you don't try it?" So I spent a long time looking for and brewing some real inspiration. The bird is standing on the branch.
It was a sunny day. It decided to give it a try.
Even if you fail, you have to fall first. It flapped its wings with a bit of timidity, faster and faster. It was no longer timid, but full of confidence and courage.
Phew! In an instant, it flew up and finally flew under the vast blue sky. After writing the last line, I couldn't hide the joy flowing in my eyes.
My first poem was finally successful. It turns out that writing poetry is not as difficult as I thought.
Seeing my poem published in a magazine, the graffiti finally turned into type. So, I stepped into the threshold of poetry with a smile.
Looking back at my life, I try to connect every dot. Regardless of success or failure, the flight of a bird is always after it takes off.
Flap your wings and say to yourself: Give it a try. 8. Double-line structure composition 600 Grade 1
Life is a straight line, composed of countless trying points. A very small bird, it has just grown feathers, and its wings look immature. It seemed vulnerable. It hid in its den and looked enviously at the geese flying freely in the sky. It longed for the blue sky, the golden sunshine and the freedom to fly in the fragrant wind. It looked at its own Wings, I thought: My wings are too tender, I can't fly. When I was very young, I started to recite ancient poems with my head shaking, starting from Qu Yuan's "The road is long and long, I will search up and down." , to Li Bai's "There will be times when the wind breaks through the waves, and the clouds and sails will sail straight across the sea." Maybe it's because I like the mellow and catchy ***; maybe it's because I fell in love with the simple beauty of the poem. I became A girl who likes poetry. Byron, Keats, Tagore, Ye Ning, Bei Dao, Shu Ting... Sometimes there is a feeling of eagerness in my heart, but I think I can only dream. Blue sky and white clouds are to the little bird It became more and more tempting, and its desire to fly became clear and gradually became stronger. It used to flap its wings gently. I began to have my own little notebook. I always carry it with me, sometimes smelling the soil in the fields. Sometimes I see a small star in the hazy clouds; sometimes a stone thrown by the river makes ripples... Every quiet shadow in life is turned into a short sentence and recorded in my notebook. The wild goose said to the bird: "Come out, little thing! Take out your courage, fly out and embrace the blue sky." The bird's eyes were bright. It asked itself: "Can I give it a try?" I started to connect some strings. Short sentences began to be written into lines. My teacher said: "Try it. Maybe you can also write poetry. How will you know if it works if you don't try it?" So I spent a long time looking for and brewing some real inspiration. . The little bird stood on the branch. It was a sunny day. It decided to give it a try. Even if it failed, it had to fall first. It flapped its wings with a bit of timidity, faster and faster. No longer timid, but full of confidence and courage. Phew! In an instant, it flew up, and finally flew under the vast blue sky. After writing the last line, my joy could not be concealed, flowing in my eyes. My first poem was finally successful. It turns out that writing poetry It was not as difficult as I thought. Seeing my poem published in a magazine, the graffiti finally turned into type. So, I stepped into the threshold of poetry with a smile. Looking back at my life, I tried to connect every dot. .Whether it is success or failure, the flight of a bird will always be after it takes off. Flap your wings and say to yourself: Give it a try.