August 2008 14
Read the following text and write as required. (60 points)
Cities and villages are our living spaces; City life and rural life are our ordinary life. When we look back from the ordinary, everyone will have different feelings and expectations.
Please write a composition on the topic of "touching the city" or "feeling the countryside", which can tell stories about yourself or around you, express your true feelings and clarify your thoughts and opinions.
Pay attention to ① self-defined and self-selected angles. (2) Except for poetry, the style is not limited. ③ No less than 800 words. (4) Do not copy.
Writing Tips: Whether you choose to touch the city or feel the countryside, you need to reveal the characteristics of your environment and life. Based on their own "touch" and "feeling", we should advocate sincere composition, be good at turning the big into the small, turning the virtual into the real, and strive for the big idea from the small. Note that it is a proposition composition, not a topic composition. You can choose one of these two. When writing, you can take the city or the countryside as the main angle and take another point as the correspondence or contrast. The examination of questions is zero difficulty, and the scores of candidates are all in material selection, material composition, conception and language.
Feel the countryside
At first, I thought the countryside was a fairyland of fairy tales. It has faded away the glitz of the city and washed away the complexity of the world. It may be Al on Van Gogh's canvas, the blue sky as clear as a mirror, and the gorgeous sea of flowers as oil painting. Golden sunflowers, nourished by sunshine, have grown seeds of hope. It may be an idyll in Tao Qian's poems, which tells the story of a fairy couple in the fog. The oblique sunshine is light and leisurely.
It's just a village in poetry. When we really walk into the village and feel the village with our heart, we will find that our village is experiencing pain. There is also sunshine, which is not warm but viciously roasting the earth. Looking from a distance, the swaying figure on the earth is tired of its heart in the morning and evening, in spring and autumn. He grew up in this land, and his sweat nourished this land; He learned to be strong in this land, and his steps strengthened this land; He was born in the loess and returned to the loess, which has been endless for generations. When the storm came, his heart trembled like a swaying crop in the field, and tears crossed the cheeks of the ravine, drowning his heart and his breath layer by layer like water drowning the field. When the drought came, the crops shook like his thin body. He can't see hope and gain, and his confused eyes are dry and empty.
They are sometimes happy, but this happiness seems so humble. Their greatest happiness is a bumper harvest. Full particles are like gems, and the corners of the eyes smile like crescent moons. What they want most is good weather, and they just want to live an ordinary life.
Faced with such a picture, will such a country let us down? In fact, the countryside is more real because of this cruel beauty. Feel the countryside, don't always be a leisurely tourist. While appreciating its tranquility and purity, we should pay more attention to its pain and give it more understanding and sympathy.
Feel the countryside, feel the pulse of farming civilization, feel the most vigorous cry of China, feel the massiness of that land, and feel the blood and sweat of that land; Feel the most simple persistence and perseverance of farmers in China, and feel the pain and helplessness experienced by farmers in China.
When we looked at them with disdain, did it ever occur to us that they brought us hope for life with sweat and blood?
With the most humble attitude, we can see that China has become an eternal farmer in history, and let us feel the countryside with our heart!
Famous demonstration 1 feel the countryside
Grandpa's genealogy is four thick books, half a foot thick, which are heavily placed on the table. In the crowded genealogy, the three words representing me are not as big as a locust tree leaf. But that's enough. For a person, at the end of his life, all he can do is support the world.
One day many years later, if someone in the younger generation is lucky enough to read these three words, they also know the existence of such a person, just like my ancestors in the genealogy, with no specific image, no voice and smile, only blood flowing in the body. I can't imagine how much the younger generation knows about me. Compared with the latecomers, people in the past are like an unfathomable universe, boundless, and even if they ponder for a lifetime, they can only know the fur.
But I know that in this land where I lived, there must be something that will remember me, just like a bird remembers a tree where it lived on a stormy night, and a bee remembers a little honey it brewed for the first time.
As a person who has walked and lived in this land, what can I remember? My contemporaries have disappeared like me, and the younger generation are eagerly experiencing the life of their own time. No one will care about the clods in an ordinary man's field.
The big Toona tree at the entrance of the village may still remember some of my childhood. For me, who was waiting to grow up, childhood was as long as lying in bed waiting for dawn on a sleepless night. Looking back on childhood now is as short as a day. The year of childhood is so different from that of adulthood that I am often confused about the fairness and reliability of time.
From the long years before my life began, Toona sinensis has been standing in my unpredictable future. Watching me go from one side of life to the other, it will suddenly remind me at a certain moment. One late summer afternoon, a six-year-old child timidly walked among the old people who were dozing in the shade of cicadas. He pulled his trousers tightly with his hands, carefully and puzzled. This group of old people who give the burden of life to their younger generations have no expectations for the future. Their greatest interest is to gather in the shade of the big Toona sinensis tree every summer, just like farming their own fields, tirelessly turning over memories and repeating distant or recent past events over and over again. Their other interest is to laugh at and tease every male school girl who passes by them.
They played tricks on the child under the tree more than once. Sometimes when he passed them, he would take off his pants, then burst into laughter and watch him frantically lift his pants and run away. Sometimes they make him curious in the form of games.
"I hold your nose, can you open your mouth?"
When the child raises his face and opens his mouth when his nose is pinched, what the old man holds in his hand will also fall into his mouth, which is a piece of dried chicken excrement.
Once, the child came out of the supply and marketing cooperative in the street, carrying a bowl full of soy sauce and walking slowly and carefully. They all laughed when they saw him in the distance. The children moved forward steadily, step by step, unaffected by their laughter. Suddenly, one of them shouted, "There is a hole under the bowl, and it is leaking!" " "The child looked at the bowl upside down without thinking.
When the child walked to the yard where his grandparents lived with a sad face and a bowl, his grandparents laughed their heads off at his immature back and fidgety steps.
When I was six years old, I learned to distinguish between a good joke and a bad joke from the smiles on people's faces. This precocious ability benefits from this group of old people sitting under the big Toona sinensis tree doing nothing.
The nest of ants in the corner of the barn outside the village should remember me. When I was a teenager, I caught worms and fed them. The naughty little mule colt also came to look around. I waved to drive it away, but it turned around and slapped me on the forehead with its newly walking hoof. Its hoof left a deep pain and a permanent scar for the first time in my life history. When I ran back to the yard like a frightened rabbit across the field, I wondered if it would regret its heavy hooves. I really should be grateful that this lesson is just right. If I go any further, I may become the one-eyed pirate king, and the world will be different in my mind from now on. Although I am equally curious about the world seen by one-eyed, it feels a bit monotonous if I spend my whole life experiencing it.
My teenager gave the campus, and the bell of Jingjing campus is the king of time, which controls the class, goes to bed and gets up. If I notice a person who often does 3.1-point sports in dormitory, canteen and library, I should leave a deep impression on campus. It gave me a spiritual world, the beginning and end of my first love, and a reincarnation that spans thousands of miles. From rural areas to towns, from plains to plateaus, from grassy hometown to Gobi desert thousands of miles away. How much parting and melancholy does a person have to go through before he can really grow up?
My future life is destined to be dedicated to the years, just like giving love to my lover and filial piety to my parents. It may cherish me, or abandon me and throw me into the corner of time. But just like tree species choose soil and fish choose river, since they choose life, they should take root and sprout, learn from the past, gain confidence from hope, and make more marks that can prove their lives, so that when they turn to dust, they can follow these marks in the drifting air, take a look at their hometown and home where they have no choice but to leave, and see the marks and traces left by their loved ones after hard work.
Famous argument 2 Evidence of this life Liu Liangcheng
When I leave, I don't know how to cherish what I have. We just knocked down a courtyard wall, cut down the trees, and pulled down the shed and stove. We think it's useless. There will be many new things where we move. Everything will happen again, and it will get better every day.
When I left, I didn't know to say goodbye to those familiar things. I don't know. Turn around and say, Grass, you should be older. Earth wall, stand firm, don't fall down. This house will remain strong until the year when you can have it. In case of collapse, you must leave a broken wall ring, a door opening and window facing south, a flue in the corner, a pot head and broken tiles. It's best to leave a small piece of mud. Even if the wall skin falls off completely, it will leave a palm-sized piece in the corner inadvertently washed away by the wind and rain, leaving smoke and ash on the mud skin.
When I left, I didn't know that my life would need to be proved one day.
One day no one will believe in the past. I will also have doubts about everything in the past. Was that my life? Have I really seen the strong wind deep underground? Blacker, fiercer, in the opposite direction, scraping all bones and roots. Did I really hear a big bird at night? The whole village was quiet, only the birds were singing. Did I really run along that dark country road? There was a lame man chasing him behind him, and his good leg fell to the ground with a bang. Do I really have my own big elm? There really is an elm stump tied with a cow, and its fork points directly at our courtyard gate. When I find it, I will find my way home. Besides, did I really bathe in the long and bright moonlight? Night after night, it penetrates the silver Yue Hui behind things through walls, trees and roads. At that time, the front and back of those things were exposed to the moonlight without looking back, and I saw the past without looking back.
Now, who can tell the whole truth about everything? Who will see the wind blowing the old wall, breaking the courtyard door, passing through a person's slowly loose bone joints, leaving all the wind in his life.
Isn't all this a dream? If there are no old houses and roads, no ups and downs of dust, no people and livestock who grew up with me and still live in the village, and no wind that is still blowing, who will prove the past life-even if there are them, who will witness a person's inner survival?
I went back to my village, but now it belongs to someone else. It took only a few decades, and it became another look. Although I knew it would be like this-many years ago, when they daubed mud and painted white ash on these walls, I knew that the white ash and mud skin would fall off sooner or later. When they hit those earth walls, I knew that these walls would eventually return to the soil-they dug the soil to the wall, hit the wall one by one, and shouted the sound of rammed soil trumpets to let people near and far know that this place was built by hitting the wall. After the wall is completed, there is a pit on the edge of each wall. The higher the wall hits, the bigger and deeper the pit will be. They didn't fill it in, but planted a few trees in the pit at most. Those pits have been waiting by the wall year after year, and then I know what a pit is waiting for.
But I don't know if a red rooster, a black dog in his lair, and a ray of sunset shining on the (vanished) doorframe every afternoon will be as silent as a grain of dirt when all this is unrecognizable and about to disappear. Also, among them, I spent my childhood, adolescence, youth, his happiness, loneliness, unconscious panic and excitement quietly ... Have they all become meaningless to today's life?
When my home was lost, I knew that all the steps of going home had been firmly on the road of nothingness.
Famous demonstration 3 cities and countries
How time flies! In a blink of an eye, spring came. Although the dead trees are still swaying, and the cold wind blows hard in March in the north, all the ice on the lake has melted and the branches of willow trees have become soft. In the real spring in the north, the season when the grass grows and the warblers fly should be in May. Unlike living in a city, we can see the mist in early spring, wild flowers all over the mountains or the busy scene of spring sowing, and let us feel that spring may be the street.
An English poet once wrote the poem "God created the countryside and man created the city". Yes, in the city, we are always busy, busy working, busy making money, busy socializing, time is divided into countless pieces, and reinforced concrete wraps our gentle hearts. I don't know who said a wise saying that beauty is everywhere, but I lack a pair of eyes to find it.
I like the countryside because it keeps its simplicity. Rural life in Shan Ye seems to leave no trace of time. I like this city too. Although city life has its shortcomings, it also has its unique charm. As long as we are caring people and have a gentle and leisurely heart, you will find its colorful beauty.
This city is very beautiful. Although there are no golden crops, no huts and bamboo fences, and no quiet green gauze tents, there are soothing ponds, lotus leaves reflecting sunlight and colorful neon lights. Different seasons also bring us different beauty, such as willow in spring, Sophora japonica in summer, red maple leaf in autumn and snow dance in winter.
This city is very beautiful. Its buildings are towering, busy and prosperous, witnessing the progress of mankind. Standing here, we can feel the rolling of the wheel of history. There is a stage to show our lives, and there are numbers and quick information we need.
In the morning, you might as well take a walk in the park, which will bring you another kind of beauty. How many people do morning exercises! You see how energetic those old people are when they do aerobics, and they also practice Tai Gong Jian. They are both rigid and flexible in one move and one style, and they are heroic. There are people kicking shuttlecock, jumping really high, jumping, making shuttlecock dance so popular. What's more interesting is that everyone plays together, and you come and go, cooperate with each other and enjoy it. In the quiet corner of the forest over there, students are sketching, and the looming small bridge attracts people who do morning exercises to stop and watch. There are all kinds of people who exercise here, including old people with gray temples, lively children and healthy young people No matter who has more money, what * * * has together is happiness.
At night, the twilight is shrouded, and the lights in the city reflect the stars all over the sky. In that brightly lit hut, there are our warm dreams.
Famous Demonstration 4 Feel the Country
Occasionally, with a tired heart, following a yellow leaf, I approach the countryside and project it on a ridge that has not been hoed. I am carefree and silent, looking at the distant green hills and clouds washed by rain in the sky, and listening to the wetness and quietness of Shan Ye.
Sometimes, there are eagles flying in the bright sky, just like the mood at this time, calm and clean.
Look at the distance quietly. A buffalo comes, a faint fragrance comes, and a bird is singing, which makes people try to recall the first and last feelings and move towards childhood.
In fact, it is really necessary for us to come back from time to time in a hurry all day, hide in the quiet countryside, forget the noise and temptation of distant cities, and let our desires and impetuousness let them be hurricanes and rainstorms.
Then, skip a group of people and accept another life.
The setting sun is like orange, and the smoke is like a country road, which often looms when I look back at my hometown.
Away from the smoke, wandering in the homeless city, without support, like leaves in the wind.
Some people say: God created the countryside.
Now the city is far away from the countryside, which makes people lose their childhood memories and dries up the clarity of the source of survival.
The smoke from the kitchen at sunset always reminds people of their elderly parents standing at the entrance of the village, waiting for their children to hurry home through misty eyes.
Day after day, year after year.
Close to the smoke, life will be blessed by the sun.
Cooking smoke makes people pure and shy, making people as fresh and tender as the first new leaf on the dead branches in early spring.