Everyone has been exposed to writing in daily study, work or life. Writing is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. So how to write a general composition? The following is a 600-word composition for the senior high school entrance examination and its appreciation. For reference only, welcome to read.
The first article: micro-touching in the corner
Small corners, mostly dust, are always places where ordinary things exist. My little father left a little impression on me. I'm afraid he always hides his body in a corner where no one can see him. Father's love is also hidden silently.
In our village, people always think that boys can pass on incense, but what about daughters? It's no use raising or getting married. This is our family. My brother is the apple of my eye. My father often goes out to work, basically doesn't say a word at home, and I rarely talk to my father.
There will be a parent-teacher meeting in the last period of the second day of junior high school. That day, my father happened to go home. He seems to have aged a lot since I haven't seen him for half a year. I looked at him coldly and said, "There will be a parent-teacher meeting this afternoon. Can you come?" He seems a little surprised. I didn't let him go to the parent-teacher conference. He nodded.
"Dad, you are back." The younger brother shouted loudly, breaking the embarrassing atmosphere of the father and daughter. "Parents' meeting will be held in the afternoon, and the teacher wants you to go!" He said, "I will go to your sister's class, and I promised her. "My brother has a sad face and doesn't eat much lunch. Dad said to me, "I'll go to my brother's class first, and then to yours." "I suddenly feel that I have no hope. At the beginning of the class meeting, I knew more clearly that my father was just giving me the runaround and he would not come to my class. After the class meeting, although I have been looking around in the classroom, I know there will be no result. Then I just stopped watching it. At home, I didn't blame my father. In fact, I didn't even look at him.
On the way to school the next day, my good friend Qiqi said to me, "Yesterday, my uncle specially wore new clothes." I asked inexplicably, "Where did you see him?" "It's in the corner of the classroom."
After school, I deliberately walked over and looked at my father and asked, "Why did you hide in the corner at the class meeting yesterday?" He stood at a loss with his head down, like a child who had done something wrong, and whispered, "Didn't I go late?"
Later, I would occasionally stare at a corner of the classroom, as if there was my father there, and a trace of warmth flowed into my heart. Things in the corner, or things that are too small, can only be precious with your heart.
Chapter 2: Returning to my hometown after 20 years.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. I unhurriedly got off the k3654 Chang 'e flight and returned to my hometown. I haven't been back to this sacred territory for twenty years since I unexpectedly studied abroad that year. As soon as I got off the plane, I was full of yearning for my hometown. As soon as I got out of the airport, I was stopped by a young man and said, "Sir, please show me your gold VIP green card." I feel a little bad (because in America, there is no need to get this card at all). I was very angry and said to him, "You are too old. What can you do? " . I have to lie. There is no gold VIP green card in America. Even if there is, I don't know. "
That young man, turn around and pull over. There is a button behind him. As soon as I press it, there will be a tablet computer. This play is too bloody. I shouted, "Pull it up." I found the gold VIP green card and the changes in China in recent years on the tablet. It was only after reading 78 1 that we realized that China has developed rapidly in recent years. China, a world leader, lost its land in ancient times. Moreover, China has developed humanoid robots to serve people for free. Then I realized that the handsome young man I just chatted with turned out to be a robot. ...
From rooster to panlong, it is magnificent. I seem to have forgotten something when I sigh. Suddenly want to pull up. Looks like I still need a card. The button will automatically close. He said kindly, sir, please show me the gold VIP green card. I said shyly, "I didn't know there was such a card before, so I didn't do it ..." He said, "This is easy to handle. Just say your name and ID number. 3 seconds to issue a certificate. " I said, "My name is Li XX, and my ID number is 1523 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx." It took three seconds to get the license. I feel a little dizzy. I think someone called me.
"Baby, get up. Sorry, the sun is going down. I got up slowly and sighed. "Well, it was a dream. I told this dream to my mother. Mom said, "Although you feel a little pity, this is just your ideal hometown. If you really want to have such a hometown, you should make progress and make our hometown more beautiful and rich. " You got it? I came to the living room silently. I wrote a passage like this: "It is better to study for ten years than to listen to you. I will definitely not let my mother down and work hard for the beautiful and rich hometown of China. " Perhaps this passage is my pledge of loyalty to my goal. My mother's words have benefited me for life.
Rule 3: Never go far.
It seems that overnight, countless booths of "newly carved tiles" have sprung up in the town, and the booths are crowded with noisy and bargaining tourists. After the stall, they are all eloquent but absent-minded stall owners. I'm standing in the street, the stone road is still under my feet, but it seems that many things have gone far.
Looking up, the stone gate at the mouth of the town is the giant word "Fu" carved by Mr. Tao more than ten years ago. The word "shou" is hidden in the field, the word "Lu" is hidden in the mouth, and the word "Xi" is exposed on the side. The whole group was beaming, but it was solemn because of the gray tiles. Under the "Fu", there are four auspicious patterns, namely, a magpie climbing plum blossoms, making a fortune bravely, a unicorn sending a child, and a three-yang-kaitai, which are extremely vivid. Walking along the stone road through the Shimen, the roofs on both sides are covered with blue tiles, which are simple and elegant, calm and quiet, with lines of harmonious cock crow and dogs barking in Taoyuan, simple and lovely.
More than a decade ago, the town had not been developed into a scenic spot, nor was it named an ancient town. When I was young, I was keen to watch Mr. Tao carve bricks and tiles. He drank a little wine, and his cheeks were slightly swollen, which made the lines on the picture look elegant and round. When cutting the knife, the strength was even and comfortable, and when polishing, it was uneven. After taking the medicine, it will be natural. Lifting the wrist is Feng Dan facing the sun, and lowering the head is the diving dragon gate. Chisel and shovel, such as writing brush characters, flow between ups and downs. Tao Jia's row of "Fu" tiles, simple and unique, hid the dense leaves of boxwood in the backyard, and it was very quiet for a time.
But now, those stall owners whose business is booming don't follow suit, let alone take medicine-now, efficiency comes first. Did the seriousness and piety at that time, the exquisiteness and the stability of the years all drift away with more than ten years? I listened to the high-heeled shoes knocking on the stone road in my ear and looked at the sharp umbrella top opposite the undulating wall, and I was a little confused.
Seven turns and eight turns into a deep alley, a familiar wooden door and a mottled low threshold, but Mr. Tao has never moved. Pushing open the half-opened door, the old creaking sound is still the sound of the past. He was carving a fish, and it took only a few strokes to carve it in the middle of the brick, a very vivid gray crucian carp, but he felt that there were bricks and endless smoke everywhere in the rivers and lakes. I looked up and saw it was me. I paused and immediately smiled brightly: "Girl, do you still remember that I am an old man?" I stay away from the Jianghu! "Then bowed their heads. There are fine raindrops flying and wet ribbons floating on the roof tiles.
At the moment I crossed the threshold, I suddenly realized that those people who I thought had gone far were actually here and never went far. Perhaps in a deep alley, perhaps in the shadow of his career, Mr. Tao has always been like this, with the belief of carving, knife and pen, year after year.
The quiet and ethereal rain on the eaves has never gone far.
Chapter 4: There is a sound in the depths of memory.
The sun is slightly drunk and the rain is fine.
By the window, there is a gentleman, gentle as jade, swaying in the warm wind, his leaves are greener, greener and brighter in the sun, secretly spitting incense and brewing youth.
Listen, a gust of wind comes, and I hear the sound of Clivia blooming. ...
Starry night, the new moon is hazy, and a storm swept through without warning.
Clouds like smoke, like Mao Mao rain. ...
Suddenly startled, I hurried to the window: the wind is very arrogant, the wind and rain are hitting your leaves, and your voice is harsh and scary. Can you really resist this invasion?
Until the early hours of the morning, the sun was shining on the horizon and the clouds were constantly shining. The storm last night was unprecedented. As soon as I turned around, the leaves trembled in the wind, and the orange figure jumped into my eyes-Clivia blossomed!
The sunshine rained down on the window impartially. The sudden rain, sunny and bright, makes you wash away the lead, fade the dust and add a simple and beautiful flower. Your flower grows in the dark. It is surrounded by green. The orange blossom is plated with a shimmer, which is no longer the desolation of yesterday.
At this time, the sun is pouring down, the years are quiet, and there is still a smile in your mouth.
At the moment, there are clouds in the blue sky and water in the bottle. Qian Fan is over and the rain has stopped.
It turns out that under your quiet appearance is a tough heart, humble as you, unwilling to compete with others; A strong person like you doesn't want to be ruthlessly eroded by wind and rain; Proud of you, you don't want to get old with the years, so you choose to stick to your immortal faith and ignite the hope of precipitation on a rainy night.
Suddenly, a string in my heart was quietly plucked.
Even if the shock wave is cold, the drama of life will never end like a dream. We rise and fall, like fragrant teas. Only by soaking a few times more can you overflow the fragrance and harvest the dream on the other side. Only through setbacks or the baptism of wind and waves can we arouse the melody of life and spread the inner details of the soul. If we keep the ideal state of "idle flowers falling to the ground and listening silently" all day, how can we make life fragrant, weather-proof and live up to the watch?
It turns out that time is like a knife. Only by making continuous efforts, facing difficulties and bravely letting life bloom can we paint the most beautiful appearance. Don't hate time like water. In this way, it is the best to live up to. If you only rely on life, do nothing, and are afraid of being honed by big winds and waves, then the background color of life will become paler and paler, and you will never find the original brilliance.
Listen, a rain stopped, and I heard the sound of life in full bloom!
It was raining at that time, and the grace on your wings was quietly blooming.
At that time, the wind blew and the notes in your destiny played softly.
At that time, the flowers were late, and the voice in my heart gradually became louder.
There is a sound hidden deep in my memory. When the wind blows, the sun will not set, but it will fly backwards until it reaches a far place.
Article 5: Reading once moved me.
Leaning alone in front of the porch window, drizzling outside, drinking a cup of fragrant tea, lighting a small lamp, holding a good book, letting tears flow out of my eyes.
When there is no cloud, borrow two rays of sunshine to keep warm, and when there is rain, pour out your heart to the rain. Sitting quietly reading in my spare time, I experienced the joys and sorrows of life in ancient and modern times, at home and abroad, and fell into the emotional whirlpool of ups and downs again and again, and was moved by reading again and again.
I have always been moved by the great feelings of China people in Tang poetry and Song poetry. I seem to see Fan crying tragically on Yueyang Tower, "Worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later", and listening to the sincere chanting "There are absolutely spacious buildings in Qian Qian, and all the poor people in the world are smiling. I am alone enough to freeze to death". Yes, the emperor is fatuous, the officialdom is dark, the lights are on, and life is intoxicated. How many people with lofty ideals indulge in the gentle countryside and forget their country, mountains and people? Their ambitions are eroded bit by bit by the singing and dancing of the West Lake, and the pursuit of fame and fortune ultimately harms themselves and the people. The world of mortals is the same. Even Xin Qiji, who swallowed Wan Li in the tiger's mouth, lamented that "it was all done, and it was filmed all over, and no one was on the table"; Even let the imperial concubine grind the inkstone, Li Bai, who took off his boots in court, "laughed at the sky and went out." Are we Artemisia people? " Full of benevolence and righteousness, how can you defile yourself in officialdom? Whether in the prosperous Tang Dynasty or the Great Song Dynasty, Du Shiyi and Fan Wenzheng Gong brewed an altar of spirits for future generations to drink; Sow the year of justice and accountability.
I was also moved by the infatuation between men and women in Yuan Zaju. She is a good girl and a scholar at a cold window for ten years. Her girl friend entered an institution of higher learning and fell in love with him. But he was too stupid to know that she was a girl. Their feelings are very touching. She is Zhu Yingtai and he is Liang Shanbo. He promised her a promise, and he gave her a butterfly that turned into a butterfly and flew with me. This kind of love is treasured in books, and it is like a cup of tea. It will last for a long time in Micari and will never be forgotten.
Who made me cry? Su Wu in Historical Records! After herding sheep in Beihai 19 years, the son of heaven of the Han family has already changed, but you are still looking at the distance with that piece representing the court, waiting for a loyalty and shame. You are enough to move me!
I chewed the words carefully and counted the impressions that reading brought me. Smell the endless book fragrance, let the emotion flow through every vein, open your heart, let the emotion ripple quietly in your heart, and cherish this ripple forever.
The diary left the following poem: last night, under the cold window and the moon, I sipped tea slowly, a curtain hung in the rain, and the book was full of tears.
Article 6: I really want to keep this scenery.
There was once a place where flowers were in full bloom; I really want to say goodbye to that place forever.
Spring breeze turns into rain, and spring buds are in bud.
Coming face to face is a classmate who has just left for a holiday. Smile and nod every time we meet. We were all led by our parents, slowing down the pace we had just accelerated. In this familiar playground, we walked into the classroom that is no stranger, and greeted the last new semester of junior high school with a smile. In that familiar playground, nodding has become the most beautiful scenery, and I really want to keep it forever.
Summer rain is pouring down, but the bud is still there.
"When will it stop next time ..." It seems that this is the voice of all students standing on the stormy playground. Heavy rain, rain curtain, has long blurred the line of sight. "Here, go home!" A familiar voice. He put two umbrellas firmly in my and my friend's hands. And he didn't have time to accept our thanks, but he held the most worn umbrella of heaven and condensed his back into a point in our sight. Vaguely, I seem to feel that my umbrella is crumbling. In the familiar rain curtain, friendship has become the most touching scenery, and I really want to keep it forever.
Autumn is warm and sunny, and it is in bud.
"From which page are these new words copied?" I asked him in a consistent and never enthusiastic tone. "Remember to copy the new words list on the last page." To my surprise, he replied to me in a very "rare" warm tone. The pen that was just scribbling stopped vibrating. I think we usually quarrel from time to time, but now we are not used to it. But he finally replied, "You don't even understand this, do you? Look at you silly! " Grind your teeth. "Come on, I'm smart, so smile carefully and keep your mouth shut!" After that, there was an endless quarrel ... in the most familiar quarrel, the transmission of friendship became the happiest scenery, and I really want to keep it forever.
The wind is cold and the flowers are blooming.
Being a student on duty at the school gate in winter is undoubtedly a "snowman". The winter wind roared mercilessly and we all curled up. "In order to show our gentlemanly demeanor, please go to the windless place over there and continue to be on duty. Thank you for your cooperation. " Humorous words, in the crack of the cold wind, reveal a steady stream of warmth, which is the warmth of friendship and mutual assistance. "Let's take turns and change every fifteen minutes." Our girls' sunny faces and corners of their mouths are rising, revealing deep feelings.
At the most familiar school gate, warm concern has become the most beautiful scenery, and I really want to keep it forever. The familiar alma mater is full of flowers; Familiar places have the most beautiful scenery. I really want to keep this scenery. I don't want to say goodbye.
Appreciation: The true feelings are touching. In the examination room where junior high school life is coming to an end, the candidates aim at several fragments of junior high school life with the lens of memories, and write that the campus is constantly surrounded by scenery because of the friendship of classmates, and the warm friendship between classmates gives them happiness and touch. The lyric comments behind each narrative content reveal their true feelings and touch people's hearts.
Article 7: Walking
We need to keep running in life and try to catch up with others, but sometimes we need to slow down, take a walk and take a closer look at the world. Walking can not only be in the fields, streams, but also in ancient poetry, with a fragrance. Wandering in ancient poems can not only make elegant poems dance around you, but also make the poet's emotions turn into a breeze on your cheeks, and also add many beautiful memories to your life.
Walking in the warm spring of "three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, spring water warms the duck prophet", outside the green and tall bamboo forest, a few delicate peach blossoms have opened, or covered their faces. The river is covered with green gauze and hazy; Wave it with microwaves, like a thin thread on silk. Ducks swim freely in the water. Who knows before the river gets warmer in spring? Along the path, I was enjoying the field scenery of "butterflies are flying all the time and charming warblers are singing freely", and I happened to see a small house, which was already "all love can't be shut up, and an almond came out of the wall". Isn't all this pleasing and refreshing?
Walking in the early summer of "it rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond", what a pleasant thing it is to taste Huangmei, listen to the rain, smell the grass and listen to the frogs! Walking on the edge of the lotus pond, I suddenly saw the pleasant scenery of "Xiao He has just exposed its sharp corners, and dragonflies have long stood on its head". How delightful! Feeling a little tired, I slowly returned home. Leaning back on the sofa, I feel a little bored. Looking out of the window, the bamboo swayed gently, and the green leaves danced with it and suddenly looked up. But when I saw pairs of birds flying across the sky outside the window, the euphemistic birdsong made the sun set. What a wonderful watercolor painting "Bamboo shadows cover the secluded windows, and birds make sunsets every two hours"!
Walking in the late autumn, when you sit in the maple forest late, the frosty leaves are redder than the February flowers, you see a fiery red. This was originally a mountain full of frosty leaves, but it was redder and more colorful than the countless February flowers that were praised. In the evening, "the first half of Emei Mountain falls in the autumn, and the shadow enters the Pingqiang River." Half a full moon hangs over Mount Emei, but its shadow is reflected on the Pingqiang River, as if there were two moons at the same time. Isn't it refreshing and comfortable?
Walking in the silent winter, "like a spring wind, it blows up at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees", I wake up and feel that the whole world has become bright. Look out the window, it's all white! Dress in a hurry and want to get in touch with the world. Pushing open the door, the cold wind made people awake a lot. Wow, the spring breeze seems to have arrived last night, and the snow is as lush as a pear tree. Look at the corner of the yard again. "A few plums in a corner, cold ling blooms alone." Plum blooms, especially gorgeous in a vast expanse of whiteness, and its fragrance comes to the nose secretly, but its "bitter cold" spirit gives people profound enlightenment. The character of wintersweet is worth learning. Although walking in leisure, you can reap the joy of cultivating sentiment.
Strolling through the fragrant ancient poems is not only poetic, but also cultivates sentiment and improves character. May you and I walk comfortably in the poem!
Appreciation: carefree, quiet and elegant. The author's wandering in poetry is not caused at will, or he lists poems at will and piles them up. The author carefully selects poems, describes the scenery and reproduces the poetic scene with poems as clues, which fully shows the quietness and elegance of the four seasons, the leisure and self-satisfaction of the viewers, and the elegant and unique style. It is a rare masterpiece in the examination room.
Chapter 8: Open Ending
"A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning" and "A good beginning is half the battle". These famous aphorisms tell us the importance of beginning to success.
There is a saying in the Relativity of Butterfly Effect: "A small change in the initial quantity of the system may cause a huge error in the calculation results ... A butterfly flapping its wings in South America will cause a storm in the Pacific Ocean."
A good or bad beginning of everything often indicates its success. This is an invisible arrangement and a necessity.
September, 2004 1, the third day of school starts, some people may think that there is still one year before the senior high school entrance examination, but in fact, the senior high school entrance examination has quietly filled with smoke. ...
In the third grade, there is no noise and impetuousness, no anxiety and slapstick; There is only a quiet, a nervous, a busy, a full. Young hearts throb in learning.
I put down my basketball, brushed away a wisp of dust from my textbooks and my mind, plunged into the ocean of knowledge, indulged in the world of learning, and started my dream search, starting my young dream with my young heart.
Laziness in class is replaced by energy, noise after class is replaced by profound books, and pop music in the ear is replaced by pure English pronunciation.
The excellent results of the first monthly exam affirmed the beginning of my third year, which made me seem to see the hope of the senior high school entrance examination-not far away.
The senior high school entrance examination came quietly without knowing it. It is so sacred and mysterious. Perhaps the result of the senior high school entrance examination has already been decided, which depends on the beginning of the third grade. Some people may think that the senior high school entrance examination is the end of junior high school. But I think the senior high school entrance examination is another beginning of life. Our beliefs do not change because of the senior high school entrance examination, our studies do not stop because of the senior high school entrance examination, and our lives do not change because of the senior high school entrance examination.
The senior high school entrance examination is just a beginning for us, a new beginning, and it can also be said to be a post station; Wan Li's new journey is just around the corner. Only by grasping the beginning and setting goals can our future be full of hope.
Looking back, I am filled with emotion; Looking into the distance, there is a long way to go. Starting one by one is the call of success and the implication of hope. Grasp the beginning, full of hope, you will certainly find your own sky on the road to success!
[opinion]
This is an excellent composition in the examination room. According to the tips of the examination questions, the author accurately and profoundly grasps the meaning of the questions, takes "Junior Three Life" as a clue, cuts out and sorts out the article materials, focusing on narration and embellishing discussion. The full text is integral and inseparable. The lyric at the end of the article just deepened the theme of the article: "A beginning is the call of success and the implication of hope. Grasp the beginning and be full of hope, and you will definitely find your own sky on the road to success! " Improve the understanding of "beginning". The language of the article also has many remarkable points, such as quotation, comparison, metaphor, parallelism and other rhetorical devices embellished and interspersed in the article, giving people a pleasing aesthetic feeling.
Article 8: Just because of that book.
The desk lamp on the desk flashed a little tipsy light, illuminating the book lying quietly on the desk. The cover with a solid background color is interwoven with noble deep blue and pure light blue-the distant night sky. Stars are sometimes good and sometimes bad. At night, a little boy wears a Christmas hat and looks up at the sky. He held his head high and the ball on the top of his hat touched his back. He didn't know that a small figure would go through a life-and-death journey. This is the touching "little book"-"The other side of the sky blue".
The little boy Harry went to another world because of a car accident. He lined up in heaven, waiting to go to the other side of the blue sky. But he is still thinking about his parents, sisters, teachers and classmates, and there are still a lot of homework to finish. He doesn't know how to trust these people. A ghost named Arthur helped him. Arthur secretly returned to this world with Harry, saying goodbye to his relatives and expressing his love to them. ...
I was moved by this book more than once. This reminds me that everything you have will not be appreciated until you lose it. How can I turn possession into eternity when I belong to myself?
When we are alive, we are enjoying the change of seasons, the interplanetary encounter, the bright moon ... even as subtle as the fragrance of flowers and the wind ... There is no shortage of enjoyment in life, but there is no shortage of love.
We live in love every day, so much warm love will overflow. Have we ever wondered what will happen when time takes away the youth, years and life of the people we love? It's like Harry left his family, and the walls of his home were plastered with "Harry, we love you". However, Harry no longer exists, and life is still there; Relatives don't exist, you are still there. Life and death are something we can never resist. Only when the deceased is still alive can the pain of loss be slightly alleviated.
Because of this book, I suddenly became "stingy", stopped wasting my family, and began to cherish the love in my life. Sitting in front of a small desk, stroking the smooth handwriting, staring at the cover of Little Harry, there is a feeling that passes through my heart. The desk is clean and gives off a faint woody smell. The antique texture of the desktop was polished to shine. Next to the white porcelain cup, there is half a cup of warm water. The small flowers in full bloom on the windowsill silently reveal their fragrance. This reading atmosphere is intoxicating. And I know my mother arranged all this. There are small heart-shaped labels next to the bookshelf, which are all warm tips such as "Take a rest after watching for a long time" and "Get up and exercise". I look at these heart-shaped papers, just like looking at my mother's gentle heart.
Because of this book, I got the enlightenment of life and death; Because there are books in life, all love and beauty are marked with existence. ...
Comments: After reading this composition, I was actually very moved. I know how to be grateful and cherish from an early age, and the process of mental maturity is vividly and convincingly expressed between the lines. Finally, the author points to the topic, combined with the opening reading, and echoes from beginning to end. This is a masterpiece.
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