Chapter 1: Walking through the South of the Yangtze River
I am obsessed with traveling, and I am keen to travel all over the mountains and rivers and see all the lakes and mountains. I especially love Jiangnan. Close your eyes, there is always a dream about Jiangnan calling me, calling me to walk through the water town of Jiangnan with a heart of travel. ...
Listening to the gentle tunes of Jiangnan and listening to the soft words of Wu Nong always reminds me of Liuhua Bridge in Jiangnan and the beauty of Wuzhen. Traveling in Wuzhen, walking through the gray tile white walls, small bridges and wooden boats in the water town seems to be full of the unique charm of Jiangnan, like water breathing. Standing on the white stone bridge, the air was filled with misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. A faint water woman walked past me with a lotus lantern and an oil-paper umbrella. When she looked back, it seemed that a clear lake flooded her eyebrows. My heart is drunk in the shallow smile of Jiangnan women's pear nest, drunk in the meaningful running water of Wuzhen, and I can't extricate myself. Walking in the most beautiful corner of Jiangnan water town, the heart of loving travel is full of the gentle atmosphere of Wuzhen. Wuzhen, Wuzhen, you bloom an eternal paradise in my heart.
Walking by the West Lake, I always have a trance through history. After all, there are too many civilizations and stories handed down for thousands of years. Close your eyes, the wind is blowing on the lake, and you can vaguely hear a crane whispering outside the bamboo building by the water in Stone Town. I was caught off guard. One touching legend comes with the dense water vapor of the West Lake, about Su Causeway, about the Leifeng Tower, and about the beautiful poem "If you want to compare with the West Lake, light makeup is always appropriate" ... When traveling in the West Lake, I saw the fog.
I have read Li Houzhu's When You Are Drunk, When Will You Become Heavy? Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. "It always reminds me of the Qionghua flying around Qinhuai, the willow color all over the sky. Qinhuai, an affectionate place, always reminds me of the flute blowing flowing clouds and flowing water here, the palace flowers in the cold smoke cage, and Li Yu's "new moon showing spring scenery, cars flowing like Ma Rulong" in the drizzle ... These stories about the colorful Qinhuai and the hometown of Nantang are deposited on the gloomy balcony of the upper garden in the south of the Yangtze River, telling the story of Qionghua's moonlight shadow in the middle of the road. Traveling in Qinhuai, I captured the sadness of Li Houzhu and the beauty of countless waters in the south of the Yangtze River.
Travel is a process that fascinates me. Walking through the south of the Yangtze River, I washed away the world of mortals in my heart in the beautiful scenery, let me learn the depth of history, and let me taste the peerless talents like water. Travel in the water town with joy and gain a good harvest all the way.
Please walk with me in Jiangnan water town. ...
Legend is a big tree growing in the soil of Chinese folk literature. Every leaf is related to national feelings, and artistic conception is an immortal flower. Hand in hand, carefully brewing in the heart, associating and imagining wanton things one by one, and then recovering the classical fragrance under the nourishment of Jiangnan water town.
Wuzhen belongs to the "gentle" beauty, West Lake belongs to the "stunning beauty" of nature, and Qinhuai River belongs to the sad beauty. The author artistically reproduces the historical scene, and the three fragments can be independent or connected. This is a typical repetitive chapter and aria structure.
Chapter Two: Homesickness Journey
I have always liked an advertisement of Liqun Company: a train is running leisurely in the wild, and the field outside the window gives a brilliant perspective. The advertisement says: "Life is a process, not a destination."
Yes, life needs to travel-unrestrained, unrestrained travel. During the trip, I faded away the smog and filtered the complicated strings of the city until my mind was free from the heavy burden.
Friend, do you long for such a trip? I suggest that when you travel to any city, don't miss a place-an alley.
Lane, the most primitive birthmark in this city, is a primitive and quiet ink painting, such as a woman in a boudoir in the south of the Yangtze River, quietly hiding in a corner of the city, waiting for your quiet visit.
From 2000 to 2005, I visited many places. Although the alley I saw was not a drop in the ocean, I still knew a little about the culture there.
Ordinary alleys are paved with stone slabs, or all kinds of Shi Zhuan. Stepping into an alley is like suddenly breaking into a paradise. The road in the alley is an elegant way to remove the smell of asphalt. When we are on the road, the alley is always quiet. There are many eroded powder walls on both sides, and the walls are occasionally dotted with vines and lilacs. Inside the wall, there is a small family. The family courtyard in the alley is decorated with European-style wooden doors or iron doors. Sometimes I can't help but take a curious peek and find that life in the alley is so leisurely-
When you visit in the morning, you can see the old people doing morning exercises in it, or dancing swords or twisting their bodies. The movements are always very quiet.
Visit before noon, or raise a dog to lie lazily on the ground and fall asleep with the warm afternoon sunshine. Even if it finds strangers, it rarely barks, which is far from the dog that bites in the city.
People at home are always doing their own things quietly, and they can only read the expression of peace and calmness about life from their faces, while the city's special irritability and utilitarianism can't be seen on their faces. Even people's mood will be assimilated by their quietness?
It's quite possible. Walking in the alley, you can always read the tranquility of life and the quality of life-safety and beauty-from an apricot tree, an old tree or even a fallen leaf. A trace of impatience in my heart has long been deposited in the ancient well in someone else's yard and disappeared. What is left in my heart is only a little warmth of life, and my heart is full of leisure. With this leisure, why worry about losing yourself in the fierce competition? People in the alley should have understood this truth.
When the evening sunset slowly glides over the wall, I quietly leave. Time flies, time is seamless, and every day in the lane is so beautiful and short.
Sometimes I will sigh, why not let it rain for a while and let me regain the artistic conception of Mr. Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane in the rain? Change your mind: after staying in the alley for a long time, what you have learned and gained is not rich enough? So relieved.
The trip in the alley must be a rare treasure in life. My friend, you must want to have such a trip. So, pack your bags and take a life trip. Your soul will be your most loyal companion, because there is an agreement between you, and the agreed place is in the alley. ...
This article has made comments at the beginning and the end. Both the beginning of the advertisement and the end of the poem have played a role in attracting readers. The author has his own unique and mature views on the elegant, quiet and leisurely life symbolized by alley instead of alley. Based on this, the author created three situations in the alley, morning, noon and evening, which became the highlight of this paper. Accurate and gorgeous written language is also a major feature of this paper, such as "graceful and implicit hiding", "peeling off the white wall", "stubborn barking" and "waiting for your visit" But some words need further study, such as "decorating with wooden doors" and so on.
Article 3: Who is your traveling companion?
Here, on this long road of life, I saw its road turn back and forth and saw its ups and downs. Sometimes, the sun is shining and the rain is continuous. However, there is still a footprint to move on and bravely cross it.
I met that warm and beautiful girl, and she smiled. Her smile was like a beautiful spring. She said she didn't cry, and love was her traveling companion. She said, "We sow seeds and blossom at any time, so that people who wear branches and brush leaves along the way will not be sad even if they walk through thorns and have tears to shed." She said, no matter where you go, you should believe that there is a small orange lamp of love ahead, shining with warm orange light, like a bright lighthouse on the sea, illuminating your way home. I can't forget her after reading for so many years. Benevolent Bing Xin, with her gentle tone, through bitter satire and sharp criticism, weaves a fragrant cradle with the language of love, surrounding us and blessing us. So she doesn't cry, and fraternity is her lifelong travel companion.
I met those light and free-spirited Shan Gui, who resolutely brushed away the dust of the world and took the breeze to the road of seclusion. They say they have nothing lovely, and peace and security are their travel companions. Zhang Zai of the Western Jin Dynasty said: "Stand proudly on the hill, plain and foolish but wise." Zuo Si said, "Happiness is a good time." In these sporadic sentences, I pieced together such a picture: buildings intersect and savages live next to each other; Pool spring is clear and noisy; A humble hut, lying by the stream. The hermit plows at sunrise and rests at sunset, but he can't smell the sound of silk and bamboo in his ears, only the sound of birds and insects. His mood has nothing to do with drunkenness and flying. He only drinks rice and coarse tea to clean up the sundries and wash them, so he is quiet and indifferent and enjoys himself. Therefore, they are not sad or noisy, unless they are quiet and far away, they are their traveling companions.
So, when you travel on this long road of life, who is your traveling companion? It is the bright moon, shining brightly on you; It's the stars, showing you the light of diamonds. May you find your own traveling companion, beat the steep rocks and peaks and write a beautiful life.
In recent years, cultural composition has become a strong group in the composition of senior high school entrance examination. More and more students try to examine the topic from a cultural perspective, enrich the topic with cultural implications, express the topic with cultural materials, explore the topic with cultural speculation, and enhance the topic with cultural taste.
The title of doubt leads to the cultural cognition of "traveling companion" in the long road of life, the history of the flickering and the words and deeds of modern cultural celebrities, which shows the author's spiritual pursuit. Wen Duo's four poems, with exquisite layout and sonorous rhyme, not only have the ancient style of fu, but also show the author's cultural accumulation.
Chapter 4: At that time, I was a fish.
At that time, I was a fish. I am a fish walking on the shore.
Walk on the shore
I am rebellious. I want to walk ashore.
I don't listen, I want to leave the place where my ancestors lived.
I want to go ashore. I want to walk with my fins and breathe with my cheeks.
I just want to walk ashore. I don't want to see my companions die on the river bank or float on the dark water.
Look, God is taking a nap. I jumped lightly and finally landed.
Me and rascal Cai
Rascal Cai once said: Even if the water in the Pacific Ocean is turned upside down, it can't pour out the flame of love for you.
I think that rogue Cai is wrong, all wet. Because the water in the Pacific Ocean is polluted. Even a small fish of mine will walk ashore, not to mention him, rascal Cai?
However, I am different from rascal Cai after all. He "goes online" and won't fall in; And I, "surfing the internet" can only fall into the microwave oven.
I sometimes think: people are really cute animals. They pollute the air and then put on masks.
Fortunately, I am just a fish, but the scales are slowly falling off.
Walk into the desert
Oh, my god I can't find Yang Wanli's Lotus Leaf. What should I do? I had to find Wang Wei's Lonely Smoke in the Desert. It is said that there are some real camel thorns in the desert. Maybe there will be clean and healthy water under the desert!
I think my destination is just ahead. A little fish's wish will come true soon. But I don't feel well. I must breathe slowly and carefully with my cheeks.
End of movement
I am a fish. If I die, please don't cry for me, because the last tear in the world will be a fish's tear.
I hope you can use my fishbone as a road sign to indicate the next fish to land. I hope I can turn my soul into a sad cry and tell people to protect the environment.
At that time, I was a fish, a fish walking on the shore, but now, I am going to die.
If there is an afterlife, I hope I am a fish, a fish living in the water of Ming Che.
Comments If the word "alternative" is respected in the minds of middle school students now, it is a reflection of their love for innovation at this time. And the idea of this excellent article can definitely be regarded as the representative of "alternative". With the help of imagination and association, the author turned himself into a small fish looking for land life, and walked all the way from the shore to the desert at the expense of dying, looking for a suitable place to live. The result is so helpless and sad. Through this plot, we can see his heavy theme-the earth is seriously polluted and pure water can only be found in the desert.
The paragraphs of the article are cleverly conceived, the writing is humorous and pungent, and the coherence of the plot is emphasized. The title at the end of the article highlights the main idea of the whole article.
Chapter 5: It's good to have you on the road to growth.
As I grew older, I moved from immaturity to maturity. On the way of growing up, my mother always accompanied me and was taken care of by my mother. Everything is fine.
Childhood rattle
The buttonwood seedlings in front of the door have grown up. I looked at it curiously. Is your mother not at home either?
When I was a child, I was bored sitting on the living room floor, staring at the clock on the wall, hoping that my mother would get off work early. Just wait and wait, at that moment, I was like a fish in hot water, suffering every second.
"hey!" I immediately recognized that it was a code word for the key to match the lock, and mom came back! My mother dragged her tired body home, but when she saw my eager face, she immediately smiled, took out a rattle from behind and handed it to me like magic. I accepted it gladly. "Knock!" "Knock!" Cheerful notes sounded at home. I am like my mother's follower, following my mother from the living room to the kitchen, accompanied by the crisp rattle. My mother always surprises me when I am full of expectations.
Mom, you always surprise me. It's good to have you.
Childhood-roller skates
The buttonwood tree in front of the door is almost two meters high. I looked at it with envy. When will I be as tall as you?
Sou! Sou! I wore my newly bought skates, circled the buttonwood several times, then slipped out of the house and proudly shuttled through the crowd. The feet swing rhythmically, the hands swing rhythmically, and the face is full of pride. "No difficulty can stop me from moving forward ..."
"Oh dear!" I accidentally tripped over a small stone and fell to the ground, making me grin with pain. At this time, my mother came running after me. I have never seen her run so fast. My mother patted the dust on my body and asked me lovingly if it hurt. Mother's hands seem to have magic. When she touched it gently, the pain stopped.
Mom, you are my protector. It's good to have you.
Youth basketball
The buttonwood tree in front of the door has a thick wrist, and I look at it proudly.
After finishing my homework, I like to take the basketball away and look for feelings in the shade of the phoenix tree. Or, invite a few partners to the nearby basketball court to sweat profusely.
Basketball moves rhythmically in my hands. I observe the situation on the field from time to time, looking for a breakthrough and preparing for a surprise breakthrough. A defender came at me. This is a good opportunity. I started to pull up the basketball quickly, sprinted to the right, and then connected two people in another direction. At this time, two big men were standing at the basket, so I faked to the left and they clumsily left. Haha, I took the bait. I am elated. Sprint to the right at lightning speed, jump to the basket, throw a light shot and score!
Of course, there is always sweat behind the gorgeous performance. Now my lips are dry and my mouth is dry. I ran to my mother and got a bottle of water to drink. Sweet water drips down my throat, and I feel cooler than ever.
Mom, you are my lucky star. It's good to have you.
From ignorant children to immature teenagers, my mother is the one who constantly surprises me, always cares for me and brings me luck. Mom, it's good to have you on the road to growth!
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Exquisite materials and ingenious ideas. The author carefully selects the tiny materials full of maternal love in life to highlight the image of the mother, without a few words from the mother, but shows her silent dedication and care to the fullest.
The concept is novel and the structure is exquisite. The author skillfully selects three growth episodes in chronological order, and each episode is first narrated and then lyrical, which really expresses a child's gratitude to his mother. The full text is full of deep warmth, which makes people feel warm after reading it.