Please write an article on the topic of "the feeling of heartbeat" according to your own personal experience or experience.
Requirements:
What you write must be within the scope of the topic.
2 the topic is self-made.
3 self-determination.
(4) Style selection (except poetry)
⑤ No less than 600 words.
6. Have your own experience and feelings, don't copy them.
⑦ Real place names, school names and names are not allowed in the text.
⑧ Writing should be correct, standardized and beautiful.
Pain loves life.
I am an out-and-out rural child. As long as I can remember, my father has told me many times that rural children are tougher than urban children. For more than ten years, I have grown up in "painful" love.
I don't know if it's God's blessing or other reasons. When I graduated from primary school, I was admitted to a private middle school in the county for free because of my excellent grades.
I still clearly remember that on the day of school, my father rode the old "Phoenix" that accompanied him for more than 20 years and carried the bedding for me. I followed, carrying big bags and small bags, riding all the way. Along the way, the father and the daughter didn't say a word. I know, dad is still in a hurry to go to work. He said that ten dollars would be deducted for absenteeism for half a day.
When I came to the new school, everything seemed so fresh. There were so many people in the school, just like going to the market. Cars, vans and motorcycles are parked at the school gate. Dad leaned his broken "Phoenix" against a small tree, unlocked, carrying a bedroll and walking through the crowd. I followed my father closely for fear of losing him. I was surrounded by adults and had a hard time getting through. Dad helped me find the dormitory and chose a bed by the window. Dad says it's sunny here, not wet, and warm in winter. As for other comforts, I didn't say a word. I put down my bedroll and turned away. "Dad!" I let out a cry and my father turned around. "What's the matter?" I looked at my father silently, just smiled bitterly, turned around and left again. I fought back my tears and made my own bed. Watching other parents help their children tidy their bedding and things, my tears came down, but I wiped them off at once. Dad said that children in rural areas need to be strong.
From now on, every school holiday, I will go home by myself, sometimes by car, sometimes on foot. When I got home, I made my own fire to cook and clean the room, and then I waited for my parents and my brother to come back while reading. This is a habit I have developed for many years and has never changed.
Time flies, and it is three years in a blink of an eye. The mid-term exam is coming today, and I got up at five in the morning. Mom went to work in the factory last night and hasn't come back yet. Dad went to work early. I cook my own rice. After dinner, I go to the examination room by bus. Just as I was about to walk into the entrance of the examination room, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in my field of vision. Never thought, it was dad, who came riding his broken "Phoenix". Suddenly, a feeling of heartache flowed all over the body, tears could not stop, and kept spinning in my eyes. "Dad, why are you here? You are short of more than ten dollars for a day's work! " "No matter how busy the farm work is, I don't trust you to take the exam alone. Come on in, the exam is coming soon. Dad is waiting for you outside. "
Writing here, my tears can't help flowing down again. Dad, don't worry, I will do well in the exam, because you are waiting for me outside. If you entrust me for many years, it will always hurt me. ...
[Full marks announced]
This is a rare composition with full marks in the examination room. The remarkable features of this article lie in the following three points:
First, the selection of materials is full of personality. The author's dialogue has profound understanding and unique experience. Through the ordinary things that many people see in their daily lives, the theme of fatherly love is achieved. It is this "special love" that endows "special me" and shapes the spirit of self-improvement and independent enterprising.
Second, the narrative angle is small. The author chooses "Dad", "Sending the girl to school" and "Accompanying the girl in the senior high school entrance examination" to show his great fatherly love, which is inseparable from his keen observation ability and rich emotional resources.
Third, feelings are simple and natural. "Touching people, don't worry about love first." Between the lines, the author's infinite affection is everywhere. This kind of emotion, unpretentious, true and natural, unpretentious, makes people cry when reading it, which shows that the young author's language and writing skills make people taste and admire.
"Love" Style of Lushan Mountain
Wise people have a wide view of water, while benevolent people have a high view of mountains.
When I first arrived at Lushan Mountain, it was early summer, and the whole evening was spring breeze. There are thousands of pear trees, and my face is not cold. It moistens things silently, turns green in Kuanglu, warms Poyang, thickens fragrant flowers, turns peaches and pears white, and Xia Feng seems to be cut open, fresh and pleasant.
If spring makes people pregnant, summer makes people love, autumn makes people think, and winter makes people realize; If the rain is refreshing, the dew is proud and the snow is clean, then the wind is the essence and aura of natural change.
I stood at the top of Hanyang Mountain, facing Jiujiang, and the mountain wind blew on my face, which was particularly refreshing. A few hundred meters to the lower right is where Zhou Lang trained. In front of it is the mighty Yangtze River, "One river does not return, the waves are exhausted, and the romantic figures of the ages", and directly below it is Tao Yuanming's secluded place, "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and leisurely seeing Nanshan".
All this is so fascinating, so novel and spectacular for a child who lived in the plain for 17 years. The mountain wind is still coming, like a breeze blowing willows, and the wind is still pleasant to listen to, like a whisper of Yan language. People who accompany me are intoxicated with this eternal beauty, and I have been deeply immersed in the beauty that my humble pen can't describe. At this moment, a feeling of heartache, from scratch, from breeding to expansion, finally came out completely in the process of generation, and that feeling seems to be stepping into it.
The breeze is a little urgent and cloudy. My warm heart makes me unreal. I seem to be beyond time and space, beyond everything in nature.
Changes in the wind and waves, big waves scouring the sand, rustling in the wind, thrilling, strong winds singing, swallowing mountains and rivers, breaking the waves, Li Bai frustrated poetry, high-spirited, "An Neng destroys eyebrows, bows down to serve dignitaries ..."
I was there when the wind blew, and I was deeply moved.
Mirage is precious, and the ancient price is higher.
Wind, wind, it is you who make me cry, who thinks I am strong. In the past 17 years, who has ever made my heart beat, only you-Lushan wind.
Lushan mountain wind, you asked me to build a kite to fly against the sky, a stork to soar on the clouds, and a tree to stir up the turbidity and clear the heart. You let me have a touching heart, you opened my heart that has been sealed for a long time, and you gave me a feeling of heartache.
Ask what the wind is in the world, just call me as committed as death.
After reading this exam composition, I can't help applauding such talented students among our junior high school students. No matter from which point of view, we all think that this is an impeccable exam composition with beautiful language and fluent writing. Through the following exam composition, we feel that it is difficult for a student to write a good composition without a certain accumulation of knowledge and culture.
Heartbeat in Tang poetry
Before the collection of poems in my hand was opened, a feeling of heartache quietly spilled over my chest, cleaning up my thoughts ...-Inscription.
Perhaps everyone is cleaning up a prosperous Tang Dynasty in their hearts, so the Chinese people's refreshing Tang suit has returned to our wardrobe, and the Mid-Autumn Festival has returned to our dresses.
Moonlight in Tang Dynasty-Comfort
I don't know who was the first person to see the moon on a moonlit night in spring. So the beauty of the moonlit night illuminates the loneliness of sleepless people. The moon is the hometown of wanderers, and the bright line at the foot of my bed is still the frost of homesickness; The moon is concerned about missing women, and in the sound of smashing clothes, the brightness is reduced every night; The moon is the friend of the lonely, the vagrant and the toaster.
The moon makes my heart beat. It turns out that the moon is a comfort to people's emotions.
……
Sudden Spilling in the Tang Dynasty-Eliminating Sorrow
The poet has been attracted to raise a glass to drown his sorrows. He has changed his money for wine, but he wants to get drunk. Three cups lead to the avenue, and a fight is natural. People can get drunk with flowers all their lives and pour wine into the river in the next month. When you are drunk, you will get hurt, everyone who is drunk will be humiliated and forgotten, and the world will become cold and empty. At present, the wine is strong, and I am full of pride if I come to a pot of spirits.
Wine, let me heartache, originally at this moment you have become people's spiritual sustenance.
……
Gao Qing was a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
A pot of wine, a sword, a crescent moon, dancing and drinking all the way. Drink a fallen fairy in the Tang Dynasty and dance a sword before the Tang Dynasty. Drunk in Chang 'an, the son of heaven is hard to find, not whitewashing, not for praise, the sea laughed out of the boat, and since then you have traveled all over the country and indulged in the world.
Poet, you make my heart beat, because you are an unruly traveler.
……
Today, the ancient scrolls disappear forever, and the window fades away. Soak a cup of chrysanthemum tea and taste it. This makes me moved by Tang Yue, Tang wine and Tang people, and my thoughts are flying at this moment-
I think there are three reasons why this exam composition can stand out among many compositions: First, the angle of material selection is different. It is really unusual for candidates to come up with ideas from the perspective of the moon, wine and people in the Tang Dynasty, and the content written is really wonderful. Second, the arrangement of the structure is not eclectic. Candidates can extract three typical images from Tang Dynasty works: ease, sadness and lofty. It can also be seen that the structural arrangement is reasonable, paying attention to both structure and content, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone. Third, the atmosphere of the language is magical. Judging from the article, this is indeed a very talented candidate who usually pays attention to accumulation and thinking. The language of this article provides a good reference for students who will take the senior high school entrance examination in the future. Reading the full text is really commendable, and the full score should be reasonable.
Mother's diary
One day, I was rummaging through clothes in my closet at home and accidentally touched a hard notebook at the bottom of the closet. I took it out and saw that the cover said "bit by bit about him", which was my mother's handwriting! Who is "he"? Is it mom's? Maybe it's the father? Curiosity prompted me to open the first page of the text, and my brain was running at a high speed with my eyes searching. ...
Lunar year, month, day, week, year, month, day ...! This is my birthday! After a quick scan, I realized that "he" originally meant her son-"I". As can be seen from the diary, from the first moment of my birth, no, even from the first moment, my mother kept this diary in her heart.
"199 1 year 65438+February 16, today is the first day after little x was born for three months. I reluctantly took him to the hospital again. The doctor said that because of premature delivery and weak body, more intensive care is needed. Through the glass, watching the thin needle slowly plunge into his body, my heart shook violently with his loud cry. I can only ask: Son, be strong ... "
"1993. 9. 5 Xiao X is still very weak although he has taken various supplements recently. Today, he had a high fever and coughed repeatedly, so I had to take him to the People's Hospital for an intravenous drip. When I entered the ward, the new intern nurse didn't give him three injections, and I cried with distress. Instead, he kept comforting me and saying,' Mom! "
1September, 1996 16, time passed in his toddler and babbling. Today is his sixth birthday. I showed him a photo of his first birthday. He excitedly pointed to the photo and asked me,' Mom, was this when I was a child? "I was too thin at that time," I didn't expect him to hand me the biggest cake while eating the cake:' Mom, this biggest cake is for you!' Why give me the biggest one? Because you raised me, it was really not easy. When I grow up, I will buy you a cake every day! I can't tell you how I felt at that time. I just feel that my child has grown up and is sensible, and all my efforts have paid off ... "
My mother's diary gave me a thrilling feeling. Why didn't I notice all this at ordinary times? !
When I went to middle school, my mother remembered it more carefully-
"May 20, 2006, 5438+0,' Mom, I'm home!' Seeing him fly into the room alive and kicking like a bird, I knew he must have some good news: the child grew up with great contrast between anger and anger. Sure enough, his composition won the prize. It warms my heart to see him happy. I think it is the satisfaction and relief of his progress. "
"On June 26th, 2005, 10, when I was packing for Feng Tongxue, I came across a' courtship letter' written by him. I was shocked. How to do this? I got information from my teacher, but then I remembered that he almost ran away from home a few days ago because he was at odds with me and those locked diaries ... I suddenly remembered the content of the' parent lecture' on TV. When a child really has his own secrets, he realizes that he has grown up. So I put the letter back, and I believe he can handle his own affairs. "
"March 2006 10. Recently, I feel more and more lack of communication with Xiao X, but I don't know what to do. His temper is getting more and more stubborn, and he won't listen to any suggestions. His pessimistic attitude towards life breaks my heart. I know that too much pressure has made him breathless, so I don't want to give him any more pressure. Just like he failed in the last exam, I didn't criticize him, because whether he can meet our expectations or not, he will always be my son who has loved 16 years and cherished 16 years ... "
Turn around and watch, eyes blurred. This moment is not just a feeling of heartache. I almost cried into tears, because I knew it was tears of regret, but I knew it was also tears of happiness. ...
The composition of the perfect score examination room has its particularity, one of which is that there are only two readers, one is the examinee himself and the other is the marking teacher who marks himself. If your composition can impress the marking teacher, it means your success. This perfect composition in the examination room is to firmly grasp the mentality of the marking teacher and write down a parent's good intentions for their children. It's really touching, and what makes us praise is that this candidate stated things in the form of a diary, which is clear and clear, and giving full marks should be said to be popular.
Being in love is also an experience.
When I woke up from a sentimental and soul-stirring love novel and raised my sore eyes, I suddenly found my mother pruning jasmine flowers by the window. I can't help asking, "Mom, do you love Dad?"
My mother was shocked by my asking such a question, then blushed and lowered her head and said, "You silly girl, you have the nerve to ask all kinds of messy questions." I was unwilling, so I asked, "Mom, then tell me, what is love?" "Love, like jasmine, has a special fragrance, a profound experience and an unforgettable feeling." Mother blurted out, but I didn't understand the meaning.
The night before my father came back from a business trip, my mother fell ill and was admitted to the county hospital. Before leaving, she asked me to buy cooked food, jiaozi, and let me weave a "beautiful lie". But after my father came back, he didn't fall into my mother's "trap" and didn't eat jiaozi, which I made for the first time in my life. After asking why, he rushed to the hospital hundreds of miles away to take care of his kind wife.
The next morning, when I opened the door of my mother's ward, a warm picture came into view: my father put one hand on my mother and the other hand hung on the bed, snoring like thunder. Mother is covered with a quilt and has a sweet smile on her face. A ray of brilliant sunshine slanted down from the window, how quiet and peaceful it was. Holding a bunch of jasmine flowers in his hand, he walked in quietly, but unexpectedly he woke up his father. In order not to disturb my mother, my father tucked me in and pulled me out of the door. I looked at her bloodshot eyes and haggard face and said with distress, "Dad, why don't you go to bed?"? Why do you make yourself so tired? " Dad said, "I slept like a log. I'm afraid your mother won't call me if something happens. I am lying next to her, as long as she moves, I will know. " There is nothing emotional, just a few ordinary words make my nose sour.
When dad went to buy breakfast, I went to the ward again and cooked on Molly for a while. I thought my mother could see her beloved jasmine when she opened her eyes and smell its fragrance. How pleasant it would be!
But when I turned around, I found my mother awake. "Mom, are you pretending to sleep?" I asked in surprise.
"Ya Feng, come and rub your mother's feet." I helped my mother up, wondering why my legs were sore after sleeping all night without doing heavy work.
My mother seems to have read my mind: "Alas, I didn't dare to move last night for fear of waking your father. I didn't expect my legs to be so useless, and my whole body was numb. It was really uncomfortable. "
Hearing this, tears welled up in my eyes, and there was a feeling of heartache. What a great love, although there is no vows of eternal love, it has many experiences of sharing weal and woe. Thinking of this, I suddenly seem to understand what my mother said before, "Love is just a profound experience". It turned out to be such a heartbreaking feeling.
At this time, the sun is shining on the bunch of jasmine flowers, and I can feel the jasmine flowers blooming more brilliantly. ...
"Perfect Score in Examination Room" closely revolves around the topic, closely follows the reality, selects an episode in life, and expresses his profound experience of "love" and affection, which is really touching. Clever conception and tortuous plot. My mother asked me to weave a "beautiful lie" and my father saw through my mother's "trap". "My father slept on the edge of the bed, snoring like thunder", "My mother pretended to sleep all night for fear of waking my father". All this is because of one word "love". It can be said that this is a hymn of love, and it is also an exciting and moving story. Not only that, the jasmine in the text is an image saturated with love, which is intriguing.
Footprints, feelings ...
Sitting in the examination room, I glanced out of the window at random, only to see water drops hanging on the plane leaves after the rain, twinkling, and the road leading to the school gate was infiltrated by the spring rain, and then a pedestrian stepped on it, leaving clear footprints.
Ah, footprints! The strings of memory were suddenly plucked, and in the dim light, I seemed to see a line of footprints left by my father under the street lamp in Snowy Road. ...
It was three years ago, when I was just in junior high school. Because my mother died early, our two brothers were taken care of by our father, and the hardships at home can be imagined. However, my father is still "ambitious" and strongly supports me to go to the middle school in the town.
Going to school in a town ten miles away from home requires eating at school, but my father is always worried about me and preparing food. Without my mother, my father does all the cooking. He always makes bread and delivers it every Sunday night, because he goes to work in the fields during the day.
One day, it snowed, and I looked at the white world, but my heart was uneasy. Today is Sunday. It's the day when Dad brings meals. Every Sunday, I look forward to my father's arrival. Even if he doesn't say anything, as long as we can sit quietly for a while and take a look at my aging father, I will feel warm in my heart. But today, when I think that Dad will trip in the snow, I hope he won't come today.
After studying on the ground in fear and trembling, I was caught in the middle by my classmates and walked to the dormitory. Just about to step into the dormitory, I was shocked. A thin old man stood hunched by the door with a bulging bag on his back. "Dad!" A feeling of heartache arises spontaneously, and I rushed over screaming. ...
Snow is still falling, and under the eaves, my father's coat is covered with snow. I tried to hold back my tears and helped my father into the dormitory.
"Self-study?" Father's voice is dumb and weak, but full of infinite love. "hmm." I replied, a simple sentence once again gave me a thrilling feeling of love. I feel this feeling, so happy that I really want to cry.
I took my father's bread and asked him to rest in my bed for a while, but he stood still, took some pocket money out of his pocket and gave it to me, and left in a hurry. My father is only in his forties, but the rod-shaped wrinkles on his forehead record all his hardships. His hair has turned gray, and every gray hair records his hardships and frustrations.
My father just came back after a few steps. He told me that the dish he fried that night was in the top cake, which was my favorite scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Eat quickly, it may still be hot. Then, I left without looking back. After turning my back on my father, I still couldn't stop the tears of excitement ... I cried and cried happily.
Under the dim street lamp, snowflakes are still dancing. I stared at the footprints that gradually extended into the distance in the snow. This footprint is branded on my heart, not printed on the snow. This line of footprints is getting farther and farther. At the end of the footprints, my father's back is getting smaller and smaller. ...
I came to my senses and couldn't help writing down that scene, which made my heart beat.
In my opinion, the reason why the perfect score disclosure composition can win the favor of the marking teacher lies in the examinee's clever use of detail description. Taking "footprints" as a clue, candidates choose an example of my father delivering food to me in the snow to start narration. Candidates are like a painter. They used a few strokes to outline the image of a loving father in the countryside, and described him in a few words to bring his father to life. Secondly, this masterpiece has a deep tone, sincere feelings, simplicity and touching, which is inseparable from the truth of the selected cases. Structurally, the examinee uses the method of recollection to narrate, which is novel and surprising.
No one is missing.
I, like to eat mango, dad, like to eat mango, mom, also like to eat mango. My family of three has a soft spot for mangoes.
Grandma came back from other places with three mangoes. Dad put them in the refrigerator.
I couldn't help opening the refrigerator before the refrigerator door closed. Under the soft light, there are three mangoes on the fruit tray rack, and the fragrance is fragrant under the blue-red light. It was tempting, but I closed the door quietly.
Mom saw it. She took out a mango from the refrigerator and handed it to me and said, "You eat." I took the mango from my mother. My hands are a little cold, but my heart is warm.
It turns out that my mother's throat is inflamed these days, and my grandmother called and said that my mother's throat has been uncomfortable recently, so mango can get rid of the fire. My grandmother brought it to my mother specially and told her to eat it.
Grandma said mangoes can get rid of fire, so I think mangoes should be left to my mother. I opened the refrigerator door and put the mango back.
The next day, I came home and found three mangoes on the table. Coming out of the small room, my mother said, "Why don't you eat?" ? Let's share it today. "Mother said with a hoarse throat.
She handed me one, took one for herself and left one for her father.
I took the mango into the room and stroked its slippery skin, which was very comfortable. I held it up to my nose and smelled it. It smells good. I didn't eat, so I put it next to my desk.
After finishing your homework at night, it's time to sleep and stretch. I saw this mango again. My mother's cough seems to be coming from my ear again. I think I'd better leave it with my mother.
I opened the refrigerator door-the other two mangoes were still shining softly in the light.
-At this time, a feeling of heartache welled up from the depths of my heart, generated and flowed all over my body ...-Only then did I know that mangoes were not lacking. ...
Full marks reveal secrets. The examinee narrates around three mangoes, depicting a harmonious family and a harmonious picture of mutual humility and love, showing the examinee's sincere pride and love for the family. But the expression of this emotion is not through lyricism and discussion, but through line drawing, expressing the deep affection between the lines. So much so that this composition about family ties stands out among many articles about family ties. In addition, the candidates also cleverly set up many hints and foreshadowing in this examination room composition, so that the composition echoes before and after, seamless. From this article, we can also see the examinee's profound writing skills.
New Year's Eve (for reference)
How beautiful and wonderful New Year's Eve is. This year is no exception. The streets are covered with lanterns and colorful decorations, which is a good scene for Chinese New Year. On New Year's Eve, like a reunion wind, men, women and children were blown together. In a word, this is the best night of the year.
On this day, our family ate dinner early and got up to watch the night scene in the street. Wow! There are so many people in the street! A sea of people, so lively! When I came to the main street, I saw colorful lights hanging on the branches on both sides. Colorful lights make my eyes shine. The trunk is also wrapped with colorful crystal strips, such as the same beautiful snake coiled around the trunk. Look at the newly opened Fuan department store, and the front door is even more radiant. Colored lights are hung in double lines with red lanterns in the middle. Brightly lit and red, Fuan Department Store is dressed like a radiant bride. The Yuehua supermarket next to it is not weak either. The colored lights in front of the supermarket fall vertically, falling from the sky like a curtain of colored waterfalls. Especially under the eaves of the supermarket, the strings of red lanterns, like candied haws, stand out. Look at the historic Lidan department store across the street. The lights in front of the door are flickering like colored waves and falling like the waves of the sea. New Year's Eve is really brightly lit!
We strolled to a Little Square in front of the upcoming movie theater. There is a beautiful music fountain in the center of the square. There is a big ball made of marble in the middle of the fountain, and a huge vase supports it. Suddenly the music started and a lot of water flowed out of the vase. The ball keeps rolling under the buoyancy of water, just like a tireless rock star. At the same time, the surrounding water suddenly appeared and rushed into the sky. These numerous water columns converge into a large fireworks display, which blooms in the air. Many small water droplets fell from the air and floated on the faces and hands of onlookers ... cheers broke out in the crowd. Ah! The beautiful fountain adds a festive atmosphere to New Year's Eve.
Looking back at the street, the turntable is beautiful! There is a very, very big lantern in the middle of the turntable, which is five or six meters high. It is seven or eight meters wide. The lantern is empty in the middle, with lights inside and lights outside. It's New Year's Eve and all the lights are on. Give off dazzling light and make the earth look like daytime. Especially the colorful lights outside, like the leaves of Parthenocissus tricuspidata, are spread so evenly that they form a huge lamp shoulder and are supported in the middle of the street. There are countless small lanterns hanging outside the lamp shoulder. There are all kinds of ancient copper coins hanging outside The periphery of the turntable is also beautiful and rich. On the left is a pyramid with yellow lights and some red lanterns hanging in front. On the right is a golden peacock, wearing various colors of lights and ribbons. The colorful lights on the peacock feathers are flickering, and the night is like a big fan with colorful gold, which is really beautiful. The front and back sides are arc-shaped hanging curtains, which are connected by a string with the word "Xi". There is a long string of red lanterns hanging in front of the curtain, falling from the sky like a dragon, which is very imposing.
Standing at the end of the street, I looked around. There were colorful lights and red lanterns everywhere, making every corner of the street so bright and red. Isn't this a harbinger of our life in the coming year?