Author/Li Fubu
Topic design
Semi-propositional composition.
Please write an article of not less than 700 words with the title "My _ _ _ _ _ _ is the best". Requirements: self-determination, self-selection angle, and self-selection of styles other than poetry.
Writing instruction
This is a semi-propositional composition. There are two things to do before writing. One is to understand the meaning of the word "best", and the other is to supplement the complete title.
First of all, what is the "best"? The best originally refers to the extremely good and best commodity or character, such as "this bag of pearls is really the best" and "this beauty is really the best in the world". Now, however, the word "best" can be used for satire and belittling. Such as "Wang Wu is the scum of mankind, the king of the best", "the best domestic slave" and "the best joke" ...
It can be seen that it is best to refer to people or things that are particularly good or bad, and it can also be used to describe people or things that are so different from ordinary people that nothing can surpass them.
In short, we can understand and conceive from these aspects.
Secondly, add a word on the horizontal line to make the title complete. Complement words can't be too long, they should be one word or three words, such as classmate, deskmate, friend, buddy, boss, mother, walkman, etc.
Excellent example 1
My fashionable deskmate
● Yellow posture
She is not only my deskmate, but also my best friend.
Actually, at first, I didn't think she was that good-looking. When I looked at her clumsily, her voice naturally increased by eight degrees:
"How many times have I told you not to do such a thing? What can I do now? "
"Don't be angry, I'll just clean it for you."
My deskmate always likes to do some "strange things" to play tricks on me when she is free. No, there's another good show.
I'm doing my homework, and it says, one word is wrong. I habitually pick up the correction fluid, and ............................................................................................................................................... My good! My books, notebooks, pens and desks are all filled with correction fluid. It turned out that my deskmate was too idle, and I unscrewed the lid of my correction fluid and poured it on it, which led to the current "tragedy". I looked at her painfully, helpless. So, I choose to fight her to the end.
Once in math class, I didn't pay attention. I didn't sleep well the night before and fell down unwillingly. At first, she covered me with a coat, maybe to keep me from catching cold, maybe for some other prank! I didn't pay much attention to her behavior. Soon, I fell asleep When I fell asleep, I vaguely seemed to hear what the math teacher and my deskmate were saying. I just thought I was dreaming, didn't wake up, and didn't take it to heart. Until the way home from school, I dropped by with a classmate and left together. On the way, she asked me, "Are you all right?" I was puzzled and asked her, "What, do you really want something to happen to me?" She quickly said, "No, no, I just heard that you were ill and wanted to ask about the situation." I said angrily, "I'm sick. Who said that? " She replied wryly, "Your deskmate, when you were in math class, the math teacher found you sleeping, so she was very angry." The teacher came up to you and tried to wake you up, but your deskmate said you were sick. The math teacher didn't punish you. "
Suddenly, my face turned red. So, I naturally recalled our past, and scenes of the past emerged from my mind ... It turned out that my deskmate was not so annoying. Looking back on what just happened, I feel ashamed. There is a torrent of gratitude for her, which has never happened before. Of course, while thanking her, I am worried about her. "If this lie is exposed, will she be punished more severely than me?" I have been uneasy in my heart.
I'm completely soft-hearted, and I won't argue with her anymore. We're completely reconciled. Since then, we have become more and more tacit in everything. Of course, we have a tacit understanding that no one will mention that again. Haha, believe it or not, this is my best deskmate, my best friend and my good friend!
When I am happy, it is my deskmate who shares my success and joy with me; When I was sad, it was my deskmate who relieved my sadness and sadness; When I got my grades, my deskmate told me not to be complacent and be modest. In the process of communication, we fight side by side, * * * and growth, * * * and progress. We help each other, and also help each other to correct their shortcomings and make each other more perfect.
Example 2 of excellent works
My shadow is the best.
● Chen Ying
Everyone has a shadow, and my shadow is particularly unique. It is like a willow, slender and elegant.
But what puzzles me is: in the sun, it goes when I walk, and it jumps when I jump; In the dark, I wanted to ask it to accompany me, but it was gone; In the moonlight, I am cold, it is not cold, I am angry with it, and it is angry with me.
Sometimes I am one with it, and sometimes I am not. Because it knows me, but I don't know much about it, which makes me elusive.
It followed me almost all the time, followed me. What I can't figure out is why it stays with me when there is a little light in the sun, moonlight and light, but it doesn't stay with me when there is no light in the dark and disappears without a trace. Is it afraid? Or is there something wrong with it, or maybe there is, but I can't feel it? I feel very confused.
It knows almost all my secrets, but why doesn't it talk? My communication with it is heart-to-heart communication. My intuition tells me that it is the person who knows me best, understands me best and understands me best in the world. People say that knowing a son is nothing like his father; I want to say that knowing me is like my shadow. My manners, it imitates; My mood, it knows. Although silent, there is love. Its love is silent, which makes me feel distressed. Nevertheless, I still have many questions: Why does it know me better than I do? Why don't I understand? Why ... why? ...
With many questions, I am on my way. I overheard Qu's words: The road is long, but it's Xiu Yuan, so I will go up and down for it. After years of long journey and ten years of searching in the cold window, I finally began to understand my own shadow.
When others say that students are the shadow of teachers and children are the shadow of parents, I understand that thoughts are the shadow of our feelings and behaviors are the shadow of our souls.
A person with a brave and frank soul will observe with his own eyes, love with his heart and judge with his own reason. Don't be a shadow, be a man.
False friendship is like your shadow. When you are in the sun, it will follow you closely, and once you cross the shadow, it will leave you immediately.
The world is a mirror in which everyone can see his own shadow. You frown at it, and it gives you a sour face; If you smile at it and follow it, it is a happy and kind partner.
Shadow may be illusory, but it represents your other side, another you. When you fail, it doesn't leave; He didn't dislike you when you complained; He teaches you a lesson when you are arrogant; He is with you when you are lonely.
Shadow is your eternal companion, and it is not God who accompanies you, but the shadow.
Example 3 of Excellent Works
My mother is the best.
● Wei Wu
Speaking of my mother, my first feeling is that she and I are good friends. However, our friendship is hot and cold. Sometimes, we play together, big or small. Sometimes she is always condescending, so I have to obediently obey orders. Alas, she is my mother!
My mother is super narcissistic. Every time I buy new clothes and skirts, I always dress neatly, and then I stand in front of the mirror and put on all kinds of smiling faces while studying. I laughed until my eyes narrowed into a line, but I kept smiling. I stayed in the bathroom for ten minutes before I came out, and I didn't stop when I came out. I ran to the bed to break dance and stepped on the mat. After the break dance, she ran to the living room to dance ballet (this is a brand-new nonsense version of ballet written and directed by my mother! ), always jump into the study and ask me if my dad and I look good. I'm afraid of trouble, so I said it was fine. But dad is different. His style always tells the truth. If he said, "You don't look good in this dress," my mother would disdain and say to me, "Your father has no sense of beauty at all, and such a beautiful dress still says it doesn't look good." But when my father praises her for her beautiful clothes, my mother will laugh at once, and then I will remind my mother,' Mom, didn't you say that my father has no aesthetic standards?' Mom immediately changed her mouth and corrected: "No, your father has an aesthetic now!" "Oh my god, how could she?
Dad is not at home, and there are two fish heads frozen in the refrigerator. Mom steamed one for me. This is the first time she has cooked such a complicated dish. When I was eating, she deliberately sat next to me and began to praise herself: "Ah! Why is my steamed fish head so delicious? ! I am a genius! " At some point, he also made a very intoxicated appearance. In order not to discourage her, I haven't told her so far. In fact, the ginger flavor of her steamed fish head was so strong that it almost choked me.
In the evening, I asked my mother to help me fold the check paper of China's calligraphy. When my mother folded it, she said, "Ah! The paper I folded is really beautiful! How clever I am! You can learn as soon as you learn! How can I be so smart? " I am dizzy: Why is mom so narcissistic? If there is a narcissistic contest, she won't win the championship, at least she will win the third place!
In my family, guess who made the funniest speech? My best mother, of course! Everything mom says and does makes you laugh. Once, I was watching TV at home, and my mother came home from outside and said happily, "Your father bought a stage." I didn't understand what my mother said. How could I buy a "stage"? I just ran out curiously to find out. Run to the yard and have a look. Ah, it turns out that dad bought a 20-inch color TV! Mom's talk is really interesting.
I remember it was the summer before last. The weather is very hot and the room is stuffy. The younger brother said to his mother, "Mom, it's too hot in the room. Take off your clothes and be cool! " Mother immediately turned to her brother and said, "It's okay, others will see it." The younger brother looked around, cocked his head and asked innocently, "Mom, is there no one else in our family?" Mom smiled and pointed at the TV and said, "Look, how many people are there?" The whole family laughed. After a while, a couple appeared on TV, walking arm in arm by the sea. Mother said, "It's outrageous to see them pandering." As he spoke, he turned his head and there was a burst of laughter in the room. I laughed and spit out all the sugar I just put in my mouth. I said to my mother, "Mom, what age is it now? You still care about that."
My mother is such a careless, crazy and funny person. She brings us more or less surprises, surprises, laughter and joy every day. I love my best mother!
Cute little squirrel
● Feng Jicai
Small animals live in some small cities in North America. I like squirrels best.
When walking in the street, they often emerge from the dense green trees on the roadside, wriggle lightly and look at you with slightly surprised eyes. When you stand upright, your front paws are arched on your chest, like bowing. When running, the back is arched upwards and the tail is tilted upwards, which looks like a fluffy little wave.
Once, I was lying on a bench by the Iowa River basking in the sun and fell asleep. Suddenly I felt someone fiddling with my hair. When I woke up, I saw two little squirrels. I happen to have some peanuts in my pocket. Feed them. Their mouths twisted very cute when they were eating. I threw peanuts, but they ran after them.
When I left, they stopped to follow me for a while, as if to give me a ride.