2009 Zhejiang Province Wenzhou City High School Entrance Examination Full Score Essay (1) Essay Topic Presentation Writing (60 points) 24. Essay according to requirements. (60 points) Please write an article with the title "From That Moment". Requirements: ① Choice of style. ②The number of words should be no less than 600 words (no less than 20 lines of poetry). ③No real place names, school names, or personal names may appear in the article. The perfect masterpiece starts from that moment (1). Pieces of crumbled rice paper are scattered in the study room, and Yo-Yo Ma’s classical cello is getting heavier and heavier. For several months, I have been unable to find a direction... Maybe this is me The biggest bottleneck I have encountered in learning calligraphy for so long. It took nearly four months to copy Yan Zhenqing's "Manuscript for Memorials to My Nephew". From the beginning, the structure was similar, and the side turns of the strokes were similar, until the last hairspring reached a close similarity. But the teacher always said there was something missing, so I kept practicing. Then crumble pieces of rice paper filled with hope. The reason why Yan Zhenqing was able to splash ink in such a way was because he was in a mood at the time and naturally could not appreciate the emotions expressed in calligraphy. And I have always believed that the highest state of calligraphy does not lie in similarity, but in a self-created style. But now I am trapped in this framework and cannot follow the direction at all. By chance, I was lucky enough to come to the Shanghai Museum and admire Mi Fu's "The Story of Duojinglou". Among thousands of works, I am the only one who fell in love with it. It is a well-deserved "brush word" and a sideways pen. There is a kind of ups and downs rhythm between them. The starting stroke is heavy and unfettered, and the middle is slightly lighter, showing boldness. Between the several crosses that seemed to be separated but meant to be connected, I actually experienced a kind of clarity that I had never experienced before. From that moment on, I seemed to put aside Yan Zhenqing's rigidity and was deeply inspired by "brushing characters". What's even more valuable is that Mi Fu only accumulated and formed his own unique style after copying hundreds of calligraphy schools. When I picked up the pen again, the ink spread out like flowing water on the rice paper. Although there was still a shadow of the original, my mentality changed greatly, and I pursued the direction of calligraphy. Perhaps, the same is true for the direction of life. When I go through the busy review stage, I always trap myself in thick piles of materials. Sometimes, we should let go of our hearts and appreciate different scenery, so as to gain the most essential truth. . Maybe if you think about it from a different perspective, you will have a sense of darkness. I spread out the pieces of crumbled rice paper and listened intently to the sound of the classical cello. From that moment on, I realized a direction of calligraphy and a direction of life. As Liang Shiqiu said: "Everything is extremely gorgeous and beautiful." It’s become dull.” Comments: We appreciate articles with experience because they touch us with similar experiences; we admire thoughtful works because they bring us to the high ground of thought. What's more, when the two meet, the experience becomes richer with the support of thought, and the thought becomes sharper with the penetration of experience. The young author writes about his experience of "making art" in an ups and downs, with all his emotions and thoughts immersed in it, until that moment of Zen enlightenment, enlightenment, and enlightenment - we are convinced when we read it. What he gained was not only the appreciation of art, but also the understanding of life. The metaphysical "difficulty experience" gradually turned into metaphysical philosophical thinking, "From that moment on, I realized a direction of calligraphy and a direction of life. As Liang Shiqiu said: 'All the splendor has become dull again.'" . Shaoxing City's 2008 High School Entrance Exam Full Score Essay Scenario: Xiaowen was studying in middle school away from his parents. After the devastating Wenchuan earthquake, he wanted to donate the 500 yuan New Year's money saved by his parents for him to the disaster area. Xiaowen knew that his family was not wealthy, but he felt that he had to persuade his parents to withdraw the money and donate his love. Try: As Xiaowen, please write a letter to your parents to express this wish. ____________________________________________________________________________ Dear Mom and Dad: Hello! The tranquil clear sky left a bright red blood streak like the setting sun in an instant, and the heart-rending shouts cut through every longing dream in the hearts of the Sichuan people. In this way, the lights of life were extinguished forever under the ruins... At 2:28 on May 12th, we were playing in the laughter, bathing in the sea of ??books in the classroom, happily holding up the luster of the sun... But at this time, the wrath of the earth under our feet destroyed everything and did not take away A trace of memory, without taking away a drop of longing, without taking away a meter of brilliance...disappears, sinks, and is extinguished. When the promise of "holding my son's hand and growing old together" comes to naught, when the determination of "Whoever speaks a heart of grass can repay three springs of spring" becomes in vain, when the prayer of "I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to reach the beauty of the moon" It became a lingering sound, and when "holding hands is bound to be an eternal parting", the flowers fell, the leaves withered, and the lights went out... I didn't see their resentment against the unfairness of the world, and I didn't hear their pitiful words. Begging, I didn’t! They are still the embodiment of brilliance, they are still persistent dignity, and they are still a prosperous and happy Sichuan! At this time, I want to do my part... Dad, Mom, I understand the situation at home. I understand that the wall tiles in front of the door need to be repaired. I understand, mother, you are frugal in order to support this poor roof. .
But now, how many people live in corners without eaves, how many people cover their broken legs and say "it doesn't hurt", how many people look at the sky, exposing their cold backs, Dad, Mom, there are people better than us We need help even more now. Please extend our helping hand and send you warm condolences. Mom, do you still remember my big white pig can? There is the New Year's money that you have saved for me since I was a child. It is your blood, it is your sweat, but I beg you, lend it to me, lend it to Sichuan, lend it to those lonely people! I promise you: I will definitely study hard, dedicate my achievements to you, and repay you! Please also believe that Sichuan will get better, Sichuan will become prosperous, and the people of Sichuan will not forget our love! Dad, don’t you like giant pandas? But Sichuan, where they live, the beautiful and delicate hometown of pandas, is waiting for our rescue. Dad, believe me, support me, please be proud of me! Dad, Mom, help them, help Sichuan, help China! Those bright smiles in heaven will be more peaceful and peaceful, and the children in those corners will be more yearning, praying more for tomorrow, praying for beauty... 2007 Zhejiang Shaoxing High School Entrance Examination Full Score Essay Dear classmates, maybe you have had the inferiority complex of an ugly duckling, maybe you You have had the pride of Snow White. Maybe success makes you full of passion, maybe setbacks make you hesitate... After reading the article "The Balance of Life", you must have many feelings, and you must have also had to seek self-balance. Experience and experience. Please write an article with the title of "Looking for Balance". You can describe your experience, express your emotions, and express your opinions... Requirements: ① Do not include real place names, school names, and personal names in the article; ② No less than 600 words (if written Poetry must be no less than 16 lines) Freedom and order: A serious attitude towards work and a high degree of integrity form a balance between freedom and order. Balanced Greatness: Greatness is often the result of a natural balance of opposing qualities. Maintain ecological balance: The food chain is a key factor in maintaining ecological balance, and we must pay attention to protecting the environment. Find a balance of mentality: In the face of suffering and disaster, the most important thing is to find the basis for a balance of mentality. The balance of victory: Olympic balance beam champion Liu Xuan mastered the balance of victory and achieved glory and dreams. The balance of the scales: Learning the scales and pursuing balance throughout your life is the Confucian spirit of the mean. Finding balance Perhaps, the old man is lonely. Living on the beach day after day, year after year, repeating a monotonous life, even if there are occasional storms, I still fight alone. But I feel that he is not lonely, at least he does not feel lonely, because he has a heart that can endure loneliness. What a contradictory image this is. On the one hand, he lives a monotonous life, but on the other hand, he fights with big fish. On the one hand, his heart is as calm as a dry well; on the other hand, he is full of challenge and tenacity. This is a character who does not seem to exist, but he appears in Hemingway's writings. Therefore, I even feel that the focus of "The Old Man and the Sea" is not the old man, but the lifestyle he chooses and the spiritual state he lives in. Perhaps in the author's opinion, this is a noisy and irreconcilable world, full of mania, restlessness and deception, but the old man has found his fulcrum of balance in a peaceful world. Some people are tired of the worldly life, but absolute seclusion is impossible, at least people's state of mind will be affected 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 placed the fulcrum of ideals and reality in the most appropriate position, and found the most balanced and consistent place between the two. In fact, we also have conflicts between ideals and reality, and we often suffer from this. 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 to indulge in ideal dreams. Your attitude is like a horizontal pole, one end carries the sobriety of the world, and the other carries the dream of the ideal. Maybe you will focus on one thing and not the other, and you will be in a hurry, and you will feel angry because of the imbalance. But as long as you set the fulcrum and make it balanced, everything will be easy. Who said: Harmony is beauty. The beauty of life also lies in harmony. A balanced fulcrum can not only enable people to find the best position, find the most peaceful mentality, find the most suitable way of life, but also hold up a boundless blue sky. I believe that the beauty of life lies in harmony and balance. Everyone has different choices: maybe great, maybe ordinary; maybe brilliant, maybe bleak. However, as long as it is suitable and can balance the levers of life, it is the best fulcrum. High score comments 1. Rich associations are developed from the story of the old man and the sea, leading to the theme of finding balance. 2. Read the philosophy from the story and explain this philosophy with sincere emotions, making the whole text profound. 3. The language is concise and fluent, and the expression is natural and expressive. Finding balance The sunlight penetrated through the small gaps in the curtains and shone on my book, forming a diamond-shaped spot of light. The only sound in the classroom is the teacher's lecture and the occasional turning of pages. It's very quiet! I held the pen and carefully described the traces of sunlight, leaving a diamond shape on my book.
After looking at it, I was not satisfied, so I started to describe the lines of the sunlight, but before I could finish drawing, the sunlight ran away. Looking at this chaotic black spot on the book, I suddenly felt stupid! The sunlight crawled on my book. I stared blankly, moving my book from time to time so that the black spot could overlap with the sunlight. The sunlight began to deform and stretch, and finally fell to the ground as a long mark. Suddenly I had an inexplicable urge to open the curtains so that the sun could shine on me. I raised my hand and put it down again. The impulse and self-control were fighting in my body. I wanted to go, but I couldn’t go. I really wanted to go, but I couldn’t! Reason defeated impulse, so I lowered my head again and pretended to read the book seriously, but my thoughts drifted out of the window uncontrollably. Is the sky outside very blue, is the sun warm on my body, is there a small breeze blowing, can I fly a kite, is there the smell of soil mixed with grass in the air. The bright yellow jasmine flowers should be in bloom, and the pink peach blossoms are about to bloom. The spring rain is as gray as smoke, with a hint of coolness and comfort. The oppressive silence in the classroom is like the air in a morgue, dull and dead! The dark blue curtains blocked my sight, but also blocked my desire to fly. I really want to stand up suddenly, laugh and rush out of the classroom under the surprised eyes of the teacher and the envious eyes of my classmates, rush out of this dull and silent tomb, laugh and sing freely in the vast world outside, and let go of my long-suppressed heart. ! I sat quietly, holding the book quietly, and looking at the teacher quietly, with only an unquiet heart beating constantly in my chest. Dreams and reality are like a cliff separated at two ends. I carefully walk on the tiny connection between them, trying hard to maintain this fragile balance! High score comments 1. The author closely adheres to his real life and starts from reality to talk about his own feelings and thoughts. 2. Connect with reality and express your true feelings truly and naturally. 3. The language is beautiful and vivid, the images are appropriate, and the author's inner world and unique insights are delicately displayed. Voices from the 2005 High School Entrance Examination Full Score Essay
I am tired of the boring days alone in my room, so I want to run in the vast world outside the window, by the river, along the wasteland, and deep into the fields.
The riverside is covered with aquatic plants, and the water flows quietly. You can see the mud and aquatic plants on the bottom of the river, but not the swimming fish. Maybe they have hidden under the water because of me, an uninvited guest. .
I don’t know how long I walked, but when I looked back, I realized that I was far away from my current “home”. In this boundless world, I spent my carefree childhood. Every period of time here is a moving story and a piece of wonderful music. How much can be recorded and revealed by pen and paper. Woolen cloth?
However, the beautiful days of childhood have flown by, and now only a deep loneliness hits me, making me unable to extricate myself into an empty swamp. This swamp is called loneliness.
I am a very special girl. I always like to dress myself up as a "cool boy". I like to interact with boys and play football with them. Maybe this is my personality. Every day, I fight with my classmates, and I no longer feel like a girl.
Many times, I face my classmates and friends with a smile, but my heart is crying. It tells me: Stop pretending to be yourself, you are not happy! But me, but I wish I could find a little bit of happiness. Every night, when I return to that strange yet familiar home, I feel like I have entered a prison, living a life of being monitored and controlled. It has been a year and five months since I transferred to this school, and there are only 365 days in a year. I don’t know how many days and nights I have been crying quietly in this year, because I am too lonely, and more importantly, I feel Less than a little affection.
I conveyed the pain in my heart to my mother who was far away. I wanted to tell her that I couldn't bear it anymore, I wanted to go home, I wanted to return to my own territory. Mom, did you hear it?
In the lingering rain and fog, I wandered aimlessly. In front of me is a river, a place of confusion. Thinking of the past events I had just recalled, I didn't know which direction to go in. I was afraid, afraid that it would all happen again. The raindrops fell on my head and face, and also hit my heart. It was so cold, so heavy, and so painful. In silence, only the raindrops knew that my heart was trembling.
I don’t know how long it took, but my head and face were all wet, and tears were flowing down my cheeks. Thinking of everything that happened this year, I was at a loss.
Until this moment today, I understand what it means to be strong. To be a strong person, you must give.
At this critical moment, I set a goal for myself - I must be admitted to high school. A strong desire tells me: To be a person with depth, you must have knowledge, and knowledge is the key to opening the door to wisdom. Every time I think about this, I eagerly hope that I can learn more knowledge, enter the ideal high school, and return to my dear parents. That way, I won't feel the pain.
In fact, what I want to say most in my heart is: Parents who care about their children, please let your children live in a family without suspicion or surveillance.