A very small bird, it has just grown feathers, and its seemingly immature wings seem very fragile. It hides in its nest and looks enviously at the wild geese flying freely in the sky. It looks forward to the blue sky, golden sunshine and flying freely in the fragrant wind. It looked at its wings and thought, my wings are too tender for me to fly.
From a very young age, I began to recite ancient poems, from Qu Yuan's "The road is long and Xiu Yuan is Xi, Xiu Yuan is Xi, and I want to go up and down" to Li Bai's "Long Wind and Waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea". Maybe I like the cadence and catchy pleasure; Maybe I fell in love with the simple beauty of poetry. I became a girl who likes poetry. Byron, Keats, Tagore, Ye Ning, North Island, Shu Ting ... Sometimes I feel very eager, but I think I can only dream.
Blue sky and white clouds are more and more attractive to birds, and its idea of flying is clear and gradually strong. It is used to flapping its wings.
I started to have my own little notebook. Always carry it with you, and sometimes smell the soil in the fields; Sometimes I see a little star in the hazy clouds; Sometimes I throw a stone by the river, causing ripples ... every quiet shadow in my life is turned into a short sentence and written in my notebook.
The wild goose said to the bird, "Come out, little thing!" " Take out your courage and fly out to embrace the blue sky. The bird's eyes are bright. It asks itself, "Can I have a try?" "
I began to string some short sentences and write lines. My teacher said, "Try it. Maybe you can write poems, too. How do you know if you can do it without trying? " 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 must fall once. It flapped its wings timidly, and the faster it flapped, the more confident and courageous it became. Oh! In an instant, it flew up and finally flew under the vast blue sky.
After writing the last line, my joy flowed in my eyes. My first poem, finally succeeded. It turns out that writing poetry is not as difficult as I thought. Watching his poems published in magazines, graffiti finally turned into type. So, I stepped into the threshold of poetry with a smile.
Looking back on my life, I tried to connect every point in series. No matter success or failure, the bird's flight is always after it takes off. Flap your wings and say to yourself: Try it!
This article has two lines. One is "Birds fly from envy to the vast blue sky", and the other is "I love poetry and step into the threshold of poetry creation". From the single line, the beauty of circular nursing is formed before and after; These two lines are in sharp contrast and complement each other. What is even more amazing is that the two lines are divided into four small pieces, which appear alternately in parallel, and the two lines jointly advance and develop alternately-longitudinal care, horizontal contrast and ingenious conception.
Double-line structure is a very good writing structure. This structure can not only solve the shortcomings of empty writing content, but also show the wisdom of conception. More importantly, this structure can better express the main idea. This "double-line" structure was adopted in the composition "Pipa's parents are in love", which was the perfect score of Hunan college entrance examination in 2004. In this paper, the famous sentences in the ancient famous poem Pipa Xing are taken as the symbol of the transformation of writing structure, which corresponds to its own growth process and expresses its gratitude to parents' upbringing, which is very infectious. The most typical and ingenious article of the "double-line" structure in the textbook is Lu Xun's "Medicine": the story of Hua Jia is a bright line, and the story of Xia Jia is a dark line. Using light and dark clues to unfold the plot, not only the clues are clear, but also the profound theme is excavated: family tragedy is closely related to major social problems, which not only makes people deeply understand where the unfortunate people are in the "sick" society, but also causes people to think about how to "save" this sick society.
Snail? Traces? I
Seeing the snail crawling slowly on the balcony, my eyes were attracted by it.
Not because I hate it, but because I am interested in a long string of "lines" behind me. I don't know where the snail is going, but its mucus tells me that it has been here. This is the trace it left.
I am making progress on the road of study. I know the difficulties ahead will be everywhere, I know there will be more and more annoying stumbling blocks, but I have a firm belief: break through the cage of difficulties and never stop until the end! I want to leave my footprints on the road of exploration.
The snail has climbed over the balcony and is walking towards the roof. Slowly, it slowed down, and it climbed up carefully and bravely. The traces behind it still exist, reminding people of its hardships. I really want to help it, but I just want to reach out and I can't stop freely. An idea popped up in my mind: what's the significance of a successful ending without understanding the hardships of the process?
I am immersed in the vast ocean of problems and want to have a rest, but I refuse to put down my pen. When resting, I think of my life at two o'clock and one line, and I think of a mountain of homework. Feel bored, blame yourself for being too stupid to "copy" other people's homework, and let yourself relax. But this idea was born and was obliterated by reason. Yes, I want talent, not the score on that paper.
As the sun sets, the soft golden light spreads all over the earth, and the white walls turn golden. The little snail is still climbing. I can hardly see that dot. But I know it will reach the roof. The long track behind it has witnessed its efforts. Let me understand that the road comes out step by step.
Time flies, the day of the senior high school entrance examination will come in an instant, and the hardships along the way will turn into the light of success. I am very excited.
Snails, like me, are making unremitting efforts; I am like a snail, fighting for a small dream.
Snail told me: the trace left is the best footnote.
[opinion] this article is worth learning: 1. Write a small material around you-a small snail. Many students have seen such a small snail, but no one has thought about its hardships, its pursuit and its significance. The author thought of it, which is his "unique vision". There are many such small materials in life, you can "enter" the article, such as a small ant, a phone call, a grain of rice ... as long as you have a unique vision, they are all good materials for the article. Many students have a headache about materials when writing, and always feel that there is no material to write. In fact, there are too many materials around me, and I only blame myself for "turning a blind eye". 2. Put the snail and yourself together and write: What about the snail, what about me. This is the very successful place of this paper. Any ordinary phenomenon, any small matter, once it is contrasted or related to other things, it is easy to produce qualitative change. The author thought of his own "behavior" from the "behavior" of the snail, which made the article wonderful at once. Similarly, when you see a hen braving the heavy rain to protect her chicks, you think of her mother's love for you, and the article will be wonderful immediately.
This paper can be applied to topic composition and proposition composition related to effort, struggle, ideal and inspiration.
Second, the double-line combination method
The two clues have their own directions, but we should pay attention to the combination of the two clues to make them an organic unity.
Think about dad.
Li Jiang
When the bell rang, the Chinese teacher stood on the platform and said, "Today we are going to learn the third lesson." At this time, I don't know why, my mood became excited.
The third class is an essay "The Back" by modern writer Zhu Ziqing. I read this text several times before class. The back of that stumbling and difficult father always comes to mind, which reminds me of my father.
My father is also such a hardworking and simple man. Although he has no tall figure and gentle smile, his love for me is deep. As far as I can remember, my father always came and went in a hurry. He goes to work during the day and studies at night. He often gets into his study and works hard as soon as he gets home. He is too busy and tired. Holding a book every day, he has no time to talk to me for a long time, but in his busy schedule, he never forgets to do something for me. Therefore, before going to school every morning, my kettle is always full of boiling water. I remember a mock exam before I entered junior high school. Due to carelessness, I didn't get the ideal result. My mother was so angry that she scolded me. My father stopped her and said, "Forget it. Since it's wrong, it's useless to scold. It's not too late to correct it next time." That day, my mother's scolding didn't make me cry, but after listening to my father's words, I cried behind my back.
The teacher began to lecture. She told the author's life, words and paragraphs one by one, and then asked a classmate to stand up and read the text emotionally.
"When I went to Xuzhou to see my father, I saw a mess in the yard ... the situation at home was very bleak." The more I listen to it, the more uneasy I feel. Why does he read so stiffly? Word for word, no feelings at all, as if describing a very ordinary family matter!
No, that's not true! I listened and said to myself. At this time, I have a strong desire, how I hope the teacher can give me a chance to read aloud. Not to show off, but I have a long-suppressed feeling in my heart and want to talk about it.
Finally, the teacher asked to read aloud the text of Dad buying oranges. I bit my lip and raised my hand solemnly. The teacher called my name. I stood up. My hands holding books are shaking with excitement.
"... at this moment, I saw his back, and my tears were coming down ..." The back of my faltering father reappeared in my mind. My father loves me the same way. I remember that he was busy preparing stationery for me, filling me with boiling water and boiling two eggs for me to take with me on the morning of the senior high school entrance examination. I felt redundant at first. The exam only took two hours. What's the point of boiling eggs? After breakfast, I hurried out of the door before I could say goodbye to my father. Not far away, I turned around and saw my father standing on the balcony looking at me. His eyes are full of love and affection for me. At this time, my heart was excited, my nose was sour, and tears were spinning in my eyes. Dad saw me turn around and waved and said, "Let's go." I hurriedly lowered my head, quickened my pace, and drifted away under his gaze. When I walked a long way and looked back, my father's figure was still standing on the balcony, just blurred.
..... My voice is getting lower and lower, even a little sobbing. Before reading the last word, I tried not to let tears fall into my eyes. The classroom is very quiet. I sat down gently, thinking, I must write such a composition when I get home, and write my father's heart that loves me deeply.
L light and dark double clues
Blue pupa? Golden butterfly
Blue flowing melancholy
I think I'm lost.
Wandering on the road of the city, there is always no exit; Towering and dense buildings divide the sky into a broken face. I have nothing but youth.
My mother's cold fingers before she died, my father's sigh, and my stepmother's face ... flew around in front of my eyes and woven into a net. I want to run away, but I can't get out.
I stood on the shore and looked at the sea, and those blue waves came to me. I deeply realized the sadness of the embankment: I want to retreat far away, but I can't move. Blue melancholy flowed from my eyes and crossed my face.
Pupa-sadness of self-restraint
I refuse that woman to interfere in my life. I can't regard her as my mother.
I rejected the world. I thought the whole world didn't love me.
I have seen a picture: a child standing in the vast reeds, with no clouds, no wind, no direction to go out, only the sound of walking back and forth alone.
I also know that I have alienated love and the world.
In my dream, a little blue pupa is crying softly.
Gold-I fell in love with this world.
Today, she took me to see the sunrise
Let me see the golden sunshine engulfing the blue of the sea bit by bit. She gave me a CD-Newborn Baby. I don't know how to translate it She told me it was a "newborn child".
She smiled at me in the morning light, held my hand and told me that the world is actually very beautiful and many people love me: my father, my mother in heaven and her.
I turned around and quietly wiped away my tears.
(Title 4) Butterfly-Beauty after Breaking Cocoon
I felt a dull pain in my back, turned my head and was surprised to see a pair of golden wings.
It turns out that I am getting closer to love step by step. Get close to beauty and you will know beauty.
When I look on coldly, life is a blue pupa; When I embrace warmly, life is a golden butterfly. The process of breaking out of cocoon is also a process of emotional change and getting close to the world.
Look at the world with loving eyes, I am so beautiful!