Time: August 2009 12 Author: anonymous source: network resources
The nostalgia for hutong life has turned into "unfinished nostalgia"
The more I feel its preciousness, the more I often miss it, just like my life in an alley.
In the past, my family lived in a small alley. There are many homes in the alley, and each one is very close. At that time, I even felt a little disgusted with the crowded and noisy life, but now it is what I miss the most.
In the morning, whenever I am still dating the daughter of Duke Zhou, I will be woken up by the early risers in the back row. Brother, go out so early! ""well, yes, you get up early, too. What are you doing? " "I have nothing to do here, get out! "In this way, you can hear it dozens of times in the morning.
I wanted to take a nap at noon to make up for the loss in the morning, but just lying down, the people in the back row had another tea party and had a good chat. From Zhang Si to the president, nothing was impossible for them to talk about.
At night, even if you are already asleep, you can suddenly be woken up loudly. Maybe it's just because I don't know whose clothes I forgot to take. Kind people are always annoying.
Half a year ago, we moved to a completely strange environment, and no one knew us. Without those annoying noises, we naturally don't have to say hello. Two weeks later, we felt very beautiful.
However, my heart suddenly felt empty, and I suddenly recalled some things before. Seriously, some sounds are even more precious once they are missing.
For example, if someone's electricity meter is running out of money, it will knock on the window more than once to remind you that it is running out of money and urge you to buy electricity quickly. This kind of sound is so precious to me who suddenly has no time to save documents because of power failure.
Every time a family cooks food, the whole yard smells of incense. Of course, it is inevitable that there will be one chopstick in the east and one chopstick in the west. What's more, your family will generously teach you how to cook until they are sure that you can also have this unique cooking skill. This kind of nagging is so precious to an insatiable family like me.
That day, walking on the road, suddenly, I met an old neighbor and exchanged a few pleasantries, which made me miss my old place and life there more.
In fact, nostalgia is also a yearning. Really, no matter where we go, we should create this harmonious life of love!
In 2009, the entrance examination in Guiyang, Guizhou Province was a perfect composition: Indulge in the world of books.
Time: August 7, 2009 Author: Anonymous source: Internet resources
Read the following text and write as required. (55 points, including 5 points for writing)
Writing ability test (***60 points)
Subject: Indulge in _ _ _ _ _
Requirements:
① Finish the topic first, and then write the composition;
(2) Except poetry, the style is not limited;
(3) No less than 600 words;
(4) Real names such as names of people, schools and places should not appear in the text.
Immersed in the world of books
Dad is a teacher, and I have lived in the world of books since I was a child.
When I was young, he told me many stories: Snow White, Water Fairy and so on. Later, after I recognized some words, he bought me Andersen's fairy tales. I was fascinated by these stories and thought it was amazing. What I remember most is that the frog prince was turned into a frog by a witch, and later he was loved by the princess and lived a happy life. At that time, every time I saw my mother invite me to dinner, I couldn't bear to put down my book.
When I was in primary school, I studied The Journey to the West. What makes me most curious is that Che Chiguoli opposes the law. In Chechi Kingdom, the Monkey King compared spells with Taoist priests. In the first round, Wukong asked the wind mother-in-law, the rain boy and Deng Tianjun to put away their wind, thunder and rain and let the Tang Priest beg for rain. In the second round, he turned into a centipede and bit Tiger force big fairy, which made Tiger force big fairy lose. In the third round, Wukong tried his best to let them lose than beheading, laparotomy and frying. What interests me most is that the king asked the Tang Priest to guess what was in the box, and they put a peach in it. Wukong turned into a bee, got into the box, ate the peach with only one core left, and then told Tang Yan that Tang Yan was right. I really admire the writer's strong imagination when writing. Considering the development and changes of things, he turned peaches into cores, which has both rich imagination and strict logic.
Later, I read "Weicheng Qu", "Weicheng is light dust in Yucheng, and the guest house is green and willow. I advise you to have a drink and go out of Yangguan for no reason. " It seems that I really saw the morning of the Acropolis. It just rained lightly. The green tiles, white walls and willow branches of the hotel grew yellow buds, swaying in the wind, and the air was fresh. Seeing poets and friends drinking goodbye, their feelings of parting are really inseparable, with a sad mood and a pessimistic mood. ...
I also watched the Muslim Funeral, the 60-year rise and fall of a Muslim family in Beijing Siheyuan, the ups and downs of three generations, and the intertwined love tragedy. I feel like a Boyazhai person. I really saw their life scenes, deeply moved by their industriousness, kindness, generosity and kindness, and also felt that anti-human stereotypes were killing people. The book contains profound social truth, and I also read the truth of the world from it.
I like reading best. As soon as I read a book, I forget everything around me. I feel like I'm in a book, sharing joys and sorrows with the characters in it. I am addicted to it whenever I have time.
In 2009, Linyi City, Shandong Province, got a perfect composition: Let your dreams fly.
Time: August 7, 2009 Author: Anonymous source: Internet resources
Born in the world, we need to pay attention to ourselves, but we must not only "ourselves", because everyone can't be an independent individual. Only by stepping out of the narrow world of self, paying full attention to others, society and nature and creating a healthy and harmonious living environment can people live and grow better. Please write an article of about 600 words on the topic of "Walking out of my little world".
Tips and requirements: 1. Self-determination, self-topic, not limited to style except poetry; 2。 You can tell stories, express opinions and express feelings, but what you write must be within the scope of a given topic; 3。 Words shall not appear in place names, school names, names, etc. It's about who you really are.
Let dreams fly
The light shines on the mirror, which accumulates it and refracts it on me. I am weaving an uncertain dream of youth in this small world woven by light beams.
-inscription
On a dark night without the moon, I was walking in the shadow of a lamp and suddenly smelled a strange and sad smell. Depression followed. I really want to grow up and walk through this boring and boring cardamom years. I looked in the mirror at the window, and an ordinary figure appeared in front of me, with acne all over my face and out of shape. Hey, what an ugly duckling!
Suddenly I seemed to hear a voice calling in the distance, and I hurried back. Stunned by the beautiful scenery in front of us, meteor, ah, meteor! I want to make a good wish, but the time for making a wish has quietly passed away in surprise. Meteors cut through the boundless night sky and disappeared at the end of the day. I can't feel tears. I'm afraid this self-pity fragile heart will break into this tear. I regret this fleeting and short-lived beauty. Should my life be so brilliant? Have I ever been so brilliant?
I was imprisoned in a cage of inferiority and couldn't find a way out. Heartache numb, at a loss, pain at a loss. I just sat by the window for a long, long time. ...
I don't know how long it took. Dawn opened my sleepy eyes. I took a deep breath of fresh air outside the window, walked to the mirror, stretched out my arms and stretched for a long time. I'm still ordinary, and suddenly, I have a strange smile. In the mirror, I seem to be suddenly enlightened, like a butterfly flapping its wings, full of growing passion and vitality. I suddenly saw the moment when the bright light of the meteor lit up the night sky. ...
Everything is self-evident. I open my palm, hold the golden sunshine carefully, bend and fold my hands into a heart shape, facing the mirror and myself!
Let dreams fly
I live in my own little world,
Sadness and inferiority are my clothes.
One day, the dawn shone on me,
Broke my sadness,
So I spread my wings,
Rush out of the cell
Let the sun shine.
Weave new dreams
I spread my wings and fly,
Walk with your dreams!
-P.S.
Comments by famous teachers:
The author of this excellent examination room is good at creating situations and describing them in detail.
First of all, we can think of the article as two pictures fixed by the focal plane. One picture is gloomy in tone and dull in atmosphere, showing a depressed, hesitant and inferior "self", while the other picture is bright in tone and passionate, showing a dynamic and passionate "self", vividly showing the topic of "get out of my little world".
Second, we can regard the young author as a master of stream of consciousness writing. The exquisite brushwork of the article describes my every move, and also describes my psychological activities in large sections. The description object is single, but the brushwork is flexible and there is no sense of repetition.
Third, we lament the ingenious conception of the little author. The inscription and postscript of the article echo each other from a distance, making the article natural. The feelings in the inscription are lonely and depressed, while the poems in the postscript are a summary of the full text, which makes the finishing point and expresses the spirit of realizing the value of life and being positive.
Recommended reason: create a situation to break through the bondage
In 2009, Jingzhou City, Hubei Province, there was a perfect composition: Walking on the path after the rain.
Time: August 7, 2009 Author: Anonymous source: Internet resources
Read the following text and write as required.
Walking on the country road, the old cow returning at dusk is my companion, the blue sky is matched with a touch of sunset glow on my chest, and colorful clouds are the clothes of sunset glow. ...
Walking on the road of seeking, for the restless heart, for the survival of self-esteem, for self-proof, the bitterness on the road has melted in my eyes.
The dilemma of thought has become my firmness. ...
Walking on the road of life, we will gain too much touch, too much shock, too much encouragement, and we will also encounter wronged eyes.
Tears, unexpected sadness ... in fact, these are the sunshine that illuminates our hearts, and there is a brother Lu along the way!
Please write a narrative of not less than 600 words on the topic of "Walking on the Path". Requirements: ① Complete the topic and copy it in the first line of the composition; 2 close to life, with substance in words; (3) Write carefully and strive for neatness and beauty; (4) The real school name and school name shall not appear in the article.
Walking on the path after the rain
A candidate in Jingzhou
My mother came back to see me from Shenzhen. This is the first time that she came to see me after three years of divorce from her father. Dad is lying in his hospital bed. He didn't say anything, but made a gesture, which meant to let me accompany her for a walk outside.
There has just been a heavy rain. The grassy road is not muddy, but there are water drops hanging on the grass tips. My mother and I walked silently, maybe it was a stranger after three years of separation, or maybe she abandoned our father and daughter mercilessly, which has formed a gap between us. The water on the grass wetted our shoes and trouser legs, but no one paid attention to it. She finally spoke: "Xiaohong, why didn't you call me in these three years?" "I ... I have no money." I answered hesitantly. "Didn't your father give money?" Mother asked at once.
How did she know that her departure was a great blow to our father and daughter and brought great disaster to our family? Dad is a simple and honest man, not good at words. He is not good at arranging farming, but only works hard. When she left, dad lost his backbone and didn't know how to arrange farm work in the field. After working in paddy field, I lost my way in dry land. As a result, both floods and droughts have reduced production, and the income is getting worse year by year. Dad seems to be ten years older these three years. In the first half of this year, his yellow-faced grandmother's father appeared to be weak in limbs. He fell into the farmland several times and sent him to see a doctor. One day in May, he finally got sick. I called my neighbor's uncle Li and took him to the county hospital for examination. The result is advanced liver cancer. I was startled, and suddenly it was dark. Dad said there was no need to be hospitalized, just go home for a few days. Uncle Li and I can't convince him. He is worried about money, because he said before that he would let me go to high school and university without eating or drinking, so I had to get him home heartbroken.
"Dad gave me money, but I didn't ask for more every time." I replied lazily. Then there was a silence, and we all continued to think. The chirping birds in the trees stopped chirping when they saw people coming, and the frogs on the roadside stopped chirping and jumped into the ditches on the roadside. Everything was so quiet that only rustling footsteps could be heard.
"What happened to your father?" She then asked. I replied grumpily, "Liver cancer is caused by anger, and you are angry with it." Then there was a silence. I don't know how long I walked, but I vaguely heard sobbing. When I looked up, she was already in tears. At this time, more than half of my anger disappeared. After all, she is my birth mother. No matter how big her fault is, I can't treat her like this. Besides, she has come back.
I took out a handkerchief from my pocket and handed it to her, which my father bought for me on my fourteenth birthday. Mother wiped her tears and held me tightly in her arms when she returned my handkerchief. Then she said with tears, "Xiaohong, I'm sorry for you and your father." I will never leave you when I come back this time! ""mom, it's good if you don't go. I actually hate thinking about you! I have tried to call you several times, but I dare not use my father's hard-earned hard-earned money! Dad also asked me to call you many times ... "I also cried with my mother in my arms.
My mother took my hand and turned to go home. The sun emerged from the cracks in the clouds and sprinkled thousands of golden rays on the path. The rain on the grass dried up, and the birds in the trees sang cicadas tactfully. Everything seems so beautiful and warm.
"Mom, look, there is a rainbow hanging on the horizon, so beautiful!" I jumped and shouted. "That is the rainbow bridge connecting the broken road. Come on, let's go! " Mother also cried through tears to smile.
On the path after the rain, my mother and I are jumping.
Full score reason: This examination room composition is simple in language, but extremely rich in emotion. This may be a true story, because such things are too common in the rural areas of reform and opening up. Candidates tell stories with their own personal experiences, and the stories are touching.
The greatest advantage of the article is that the description of the scenery can change with the psychological changes of the characters, and it is also symbolic. The beginning of the "rainstorm" section symbolizes the divorce of parents; In the middle, stop yelling at "birds" and "frogs" to set off the cold atmosphere between mother and daughter. The singing clips of "Bird" and "Frog" behind set off the happy mood of mother and daughter after reconciliation. In the description of the rainbow at the end of the article, "Broken Hongqiao Road" symbolizes the reunion after the family broke up, which means unforgettable.
In 2009, Putian City, Fujian Province, got a perfect score composition: motherland, my favorite.
Time: August 7, 2009 Author: Anonymous source: Internet resources
Title: Please write an article with the title "_ _ _ _ _ _ _, my favorite". (60 points)
Requirements: (1) Please complete the topic. For example: Mom, the cat at home, the river in my hometown, Spider-Man ... (2) Choose the style that I can control best, write what I am familiar with and express my true feelings. (3) The number of words shall not be less than 600.
Motherland, my favorite.
Motherland, my dear motherland, I am proud of you, proud of you, you are my favorite! You are the sun in my heart, illuminating my way forward, guiding me to the light and leading us to prosperity.
I miss my mother, who nursed me with her breast milk and raised me with her unknown AIDS; She comforted me with generous and gentle palms; She influenced young me with her body temperature, my dear motherland.
one
She smiled in the bushes when the rape blossoms were in bloom. When the breeze blows, the rape blossoms are golden. The top of the rape stem looks like a layer of gold, which is particularly dazzling under the oblique sunlight. Yes! Isn't that her brilliant footprint? Isn't that straight and thick stalk like us? Isn't that a testimony to her tenacity? Unknown, she holds up the hope of tomorrow for us. Sun, how can rape thrive without your warm light?
I remember when my grandfather was a child, there was only hunger in the world, but only happiness in our carefree eyes. Bitter memories and happy times blend together, and * * * weaves historical tidbits. The sun in my heart, you are the light source of our happiness. Without your guidance, we will never prosper.
Motherland, dear motherland, thank you for taking us to prosperity; Sun, the sun in my heart, thank you for your obscure dedication.
two
Recalling the past, the years are thick. I remember that when Yuanmingyuan was burned, the flame of the sky dyed your skirt red; I remember that night the provocative gunfire by the Lugou Bridge disturbed your dream. I remember the heartbreaking voice of the child who died unjustly in the Nanjing Massacre, which aroused your anger. Your heart was bleeding ... It was as painful as ink.
Look at today's ever-changing heart. When charming fireworks fly over the bird's nest; When the five-star red flag flies high at the Kunlun scientific research station in Antarctica; When the astronauts walked in space on Shenzhou VII, Chang 'e I sent back an image of the moon ... How many people in China were ecstatic; How many people in China rejoice!
Looking back, we are ambitious; At its peak, we were full of confidence; Looking ahead, we are full of lofty sentiments. Vicissitudes have left their marks, and the prosperous motherland is thriving. Isn't this remarkable achievement a witness that China has moved from poverty to prosperity in the past 30 years of reform and opening up? The depression of people's livelihood, the wars and the sick man of East Asia are all gone forever. ...
Motherland, my dear motherland, thank you for taking us to prosperity and peace; Sun, the sun in my heart, thank you for your fairness!
The sun in my heart, you bring us vitality and vitality; My dear motherland, you have brought us opportunities and challenges. No matter when and where, we will bless you and we will be proud of you! No matter when and where, the motherland, you are my favorite.
On writing concept
You can write about harmony, beauty and importance from some things around you first, and then continue to extend to some places or further.