People's faces are full of chill.
My mother and I are walking in a quiet street. It's very cold. Even wearing a thick sweater, the north wind still comes in from the small hole in the sweater, which makes people almost breathless. Looking at a fallen leaf swept by the wind, I can't help thinking: another tough winter!
At this time, a thin figure appeared in the distance, sitting alone on the ground.
Against the cold wind, we walked quickly forward, and our backs gradually became clear. ...
That's a beggar. She is about 30 years old, but her brow is full of vicissitudes. She only wore thin clothes and trembled slightly in the cold wind.
Another gust of wind blew, and she held the child tighter. That's probably her son, wrapped in two quilts, snuggling in his mother's arms. Perhaps, it was his mother who snuggled up to him. She clung to the child. She wanted to give half her temperature to the child, but forgot that she was still sitting on the freezing ground, still shivering. ...
At this time, another north wind roared past us with fallen leaves, and the grass turned pale and the wood fell off, which was extremely biting and fierce.
She shuddered. However, I saw her wrap the child in the quilt again. Then, without any hesitation, she took off one of her coats and gently covered the child.
Her body is like leaves in late autumn, shaking badly, but the warmth between her eyebrows and eyes can drive away the cold. She looked at the sleeping face of the child, and a warm smile appeared on her face. The fundus is infinite love and infinite warmth. ...
She held the child tightly, stood up from the ground and walked away step by step ... Only the child in her arms was still asleep, as if she didn't know the predicament he was facing, or he knew that he would never be cold, because no matter how strong the wind was, his mother could shelter him, leaving him only warmth.
The cold wind blew, and suddenly a dress fell on me, and a warm current spread all over my body. Looking back, I only saw my mother's face warm.
2. I didn't know how to write an essay named "Imitate the composition by heart, imitate the composition by heart", so I invited Xiao Liu, a junior in university of international business and economics, Beijing who lives in Sanpailou. My mother died of illness four years ago and my father was 48 years old. He bought out his work experience from Jinling Petrochemical and now works in an enterprise in Jiangning.
Although nothing is lacking at home, Liu Chunjie Jr. always feels that his father is short of a companion when he comes home from vacation. The day before yesterday, when Xiao Liu and his father broke up at Nanjing Railway Station, looking at his father's old back, he immediately thought of Zhu Ziqing's back. After returning to school, he asked for a marriage for a single father on a matchmaking website in Nanjing.
Xiao Liu wrote: "After returning to school, what I can't forget most is my father's lonely back. When we arrived at the railway station, I bought a ticket and he was busy looking after my luggage. After getting on the bus, he helped me with my luggage and found seats one by one.
After I found it, I quickly put my luggage on the shelf and packed it. I carefully wiped my seat with paper. I smiled and greeted several passengers next to me, hoping that they would take care of me all the way. Seeing my father like this, I still laugh at his pedantry.
Then he suddenly remembered to bring me some drinks and snacks on the way. I said there were some in the car, and he said they were very expensive, so I had to buy them outside the station. The railway station is under construction. There are many people in Spring Festival travel rush, and it is still raining. My father is a fat man, so it naturally takes some effort to walk there. "
"I was going, but he wouldn't, so I had to let him go. Seeing him trotting back, my tears soon came down.
I quickly wiped away my tears, fearing that he would see it and others would see it. When I looked out again, he had come running with several cans of drinks.
There are so many people on the bus at this time that it is impossible for him to squeeze in from below. I quickly put my head out of the window. He tiptoed to my window and handed me drinks and snacks one by one.
He patted the dust on his clothes and wiped the sweat from his forehead to make a relaxed appearance. After a while, he said,' I'm leaving. Call me as soon as you arrive.
He took a few steps, looked back and saw that I was still there, and said,' Go in and pay attention to your affairs.' When his back was mixed with the people coming and going, and I couldn't find it, I just sat back in place and my tears came out again ... ""When I went home in the winter and summer vacations in recent years, my father lost his life partner, and family life always seemed to be not harmonious. I found my father much older.
Tonight, I was alone in the school building, with tears in my eyes, and saw the fat and lonely figure wearing a black leather jacket, alas! I really want him to have a true love partner! I really want him to live a happy life! "。
The vast sea of people has to write 300 words by themselves, and only his back impressed me deeply. Under the irradiation of the sunset, it shines brightly. He is an ordinary person and leads an ordinary life. His family consists of four people. He has an elderly mother, a disabled wife and a child who is attending kindergarten. He is the only support in the family, and all hopes are pinned on him. In order to support the family, he began to collect junk. As usual, people went to work one after another in the early morning, and the community was quiet. No children are playing and singing. I am enjoying this quiet time. A harsh voice comes into my ear, "Who has garbage?" It woke me up from my dream. I stood up while complaining. My mood was gray, which was too bad. Before long, there was a fierce quarrel downstairs. Curiosity prompted me to go down and have a look at the excitement. I squeezed into the crowd and saw the garbage collector arguing with the family. I looked at the junk collector carefully. He is in his early forties, and his hair seems to have not been washed for a long time. He looks like a chicken coop with several scars on his face. He should be taught a lesson. His thick lips were wrapped in a thick beard. It looks scary. Clothes are tattered and patched everywhere, and I dare not look down. I thought to myself: this man really has no quality I learned from their quarrel that his family thought he stole something, but he refused to admit it, but he was still weak. Finally, he gave his hard-earned money to his family. Soon, he walked out of the crowd with his head down and rode a horse. Curse him constantly, and it is appropriate for the governor to learn to be a thief. A few days later, the garbage collector came again, and I thought to myself: You are a street mouse-everyone is shouting at you, how dare you come? However, this time I made a big mistake. He not only recovered what the family lost, but also cleared himself, and repaired the broken machine for the family. male
4. Imitate Zhu Ziqing's Back, and ask students to write a composition with personality similar to the model essay in form based on their own life experience and understanding of things on the basis of understanding and mastering the central idea and writing method of the model essay. The model essay of "Back" is like this: once I dreamed of my back in my dream, and the strange face seemed to be from a previous life, and suddenly I felt that the world was hollowed out, leaving only a vast expanse.
When I woke up, I was glad that such an expression appeared once in my dream, but I had never seen it in reality. But everything is vague, and the only thing that is clear is grandma's back.
When I was in primary school, my father was busy with work all day, and only on holidays would he go home to cook well and improve his life. My mother usually only cooks simple meals. In order to let me have a hearty lunch every day, my grandmother, who is over sixty, shoulders the heavy responsibility of cooking for us at noon, running back and forth every day, taking pains and never complaining.
I still remember that every time my grandmother left my house, I would look at the back of her departure and shout "Goodbye Grandma". But I never seem to notice her staggering back.
It was a Saturday with heavy snow. The first piece of soft silver plain carpet in the morning is very clear when it touches the cold skin of the air. A sense of emptiness has narrowed the distance between Shan Ye and downtown. The earth is so calm and calm, without showing the slightest panic. It is quiet, shallow and elegant, warm and simple, with a clear mind and exquisite mind. There is a kind of happiness that I want to go to Wan Li Road without feeling heavy, and my thoughts curl with the air. Looking for thousands of branches and leaves, looking for ... "Ah", I suddenly remembered something when I was writing my homework. "Mom, mom, it's snowing so hard outside. Grandma must think dad can't come back. Will she still cook for us? " "Oh, yes, I almost forgot," my mother said, and dialed grandma's phone. "Hey, mom, it snows heavily today. Don't come. Let's grab something to eat at noon. " "The child is growing up. Please help yourself to something. I'll be right there. "
Then grandma hung up the phone. Before long, the door rang. I quickly ran to open the door, looked intently and froze. My grandmother stood at the door with snow on her head and kept breathing.
She shook her body gently, and the snowflakes rolled in the air, falling from the sky like countless broken cotton wool, like weaving a white net, and Zhang could not see anything in the distance. At this point, I hurried up to pull my grandmother and said, "Grandma, come in and have a rest."
After grandma entered the room, she quickly took off her black cotton-padded jacket and put on a pair of gray cotton slippers. She went into the kitchen, put on an apron embroidered with white flowers on a blue background, and began to choose vegetables, wash vegetables and cut meat, and kept busy with her composition. I am doing my homework in the living room. I looked up and saw grandma's busy back in the kitchen, and tears flowed down involuntarily.
From time to time, there was an attractive smell in the kitchen, and it didn't take long for grandma to make a hearty lunch. At noon that day, I ate the delicious food cooked by my grandmother, and I had an unspeakable taste in my heart ... After dinner, my grandmother had to leave again. My mother wanted my grandmother to stay, but she declined and insisted on leaving.
I said to my mother, "I'll see grandma off." She nodded gently, and I followed my grandmother out. Grandma turned around and saw me say, "Go home, don't send it away, it's still snowing outside."
I can't find my grandmother's back in the crowds coming and going. I stood in the snow and looked at the world that was rendered white around me, just like Chinese painting outlined with ink lines. Suddenly, I seemed to remember something, and my tears came again ... In recent months, my grandmother's health has become worse and worse. She has shouldered the heavy responsibility of supporting her family since she was a child, and has been kind to others and filial to her parents all her life.
I didn't know the original environment was so depressing! She was diagnosed with glioma in her brain and her condition was very serious. She was so sad that she couldn't help herself.
When you are depressed, naturally send it out and spend the whole day in Lacrimosa. Once upon a time, she looked through the recipes and cooked for me in different ways.
Now, I also want to explore the mystery of life for her and teach her the most powerful force in the world-"attraction". I can also read inspirational books and tell them to her one by one. However, her memory has deteriorated severely. Every time she nods like a child, her eyes are shining with golden light, and she seems to be full of hope for life.
We have been waiting for a miracle. Every day, I will put her hand on her head and say, "My brain is very strong." Take her to imagine her old healthy brain.
In the crystal tears, I saw the familiar, stumbling back again, and tears could not stop flowing out. Alas, disease, when will you give in? I am afraid to look behind, because it is always so silent.
Walking along the back, you can see everything, but you can't see the back you care about, and you can't see where your eyes fall. Then I will be distracted without scruple until my back suddenly turns and my expression immediately calms down, but in fact, I am very scared, afraid that a strange face will suddenly come close to me.
Winter will drift away again, spring will come, and the past is like a flower. There is a faint scent of tulips brewing in the air, which is transmitted bit by bit with the breath of memories. When the long-cherished memory box is opened, the familiar back suddenly appears in front of you ... Please pay attention to the following points for expanded information: 1, check the meaning of the question. In other words, it is necessary to make clear what kind of sentences the test questions require to imitate and what restrictions are there.
2. Make clear the topic (implication) and grasp the semantic center. 3. Analyze the structure.
That is to say, we should carefully analyze the structural form of example sentences, make it clear whether they are simple sentences or complex sentences, and judge the types of complex sentences. 4. Judge rhetoric.
Most parody questions involve the use of rhetorical methods, and the rhetoric that parody should use is judged according to the example sentences. 5. Beautify the language.
The simulation questions are mostly beautiful, vivid, profound, emotional and philosophical paragraphs, so we should pay attention to the tempering of words to make the language shine. 6. Read carefully after imitation to see if what you write is consistent with the format type of the topic.
5. Seek a composition friend who imitates the writing technique of Back. Have you ever been moved by your back? Have you ever thought that it's not just those unforgettable faces that leave a deep impression in life? Do you have attachment and nostalgia when the familiar or unfamiliar back disappears in the crowd? What did the expressionless figure turn away and tell you? Xiao He composition network
When my vision is blurred, I only see an outline. When my mind is fuzzy, I only remember one back. In my memory, there is a back that can never be erased. It was the moment when my mother turned and closed the door. She has to work the night shift, get up in the middle of the night and look at her sleeping son. That's so sweet. She was very pleased. She stepped on the quilt gently, tucked in the corner, pressed the quilt, looked at her son's sleeping posture, and felt very satisfied. Then she went out backwards and closed the door gently without making a sound. My son is in his eyes. In order to let his mother go to work with peace of mind and stop worrying about herself, he slept "correctly" without any disorder. He looked out from his eyelids and saw his mother's vague shadow through the faint night light reflected from the window. As soon as I turned around, I was gone. Finally, I heard the sound of closing the door below. The son knows that it is his mother who works the night shift.
"Who will you think of when you are lonely? ..... "If this song was sung more than twenty years ago, I would say that what I want to remember most is my mother's shadow. Along the stone wall, silently along the root of the wall, there is no mother here, but she used to be here. As long as she is free, she can always be found here, and at most she won't go out of a little place around here. There is the sound of grass and earth in the gravel wall. I don't know why it smells good now, but I didn't think it was a pleasure at that time. It just adds a little loneliness and melancholy. The shadows of all kinds of flowers and trees leaned out of the wall, but there was no mother's smile. Kindness is not here; Happiness cannot be found. I want to see my mother's back suddenly appear in front of me. I want my mother to come over and shout, "How did you find this place?" You'd better get your mother's praise. Even without praise, I am happy, because my mother never criticizes, even if she blames, it is warm. I like to hear my mother's voice and feel her love. But without her support. Standing at this end of the road, looking at the long end, it is a stone wall, a narrow passage, and a bumpy stone road. I don't know when my mother will appear, but my eyes are praying and my heart is helpless and lonely.
After a journey, I realized that what I gave my children was also a back. He walked in front and I followed, but he couldn't find me. He only saw my back, a seemingly indifferent back.
When he grows up, he will know that there is a great word of love hidden behind it.
It was late autumn, the dew was cold and the wind was cold. The north wind shook the old tree unscrupulously and barked at the bare treetops. The yellow leaves on the ground were rolled up by the wind and circled in the air, just falling and being rolled up again. ...
People's faces are full of chill.
My mother and I are walking in a quiet street. It's very cold. Even wearing a thick sweater, the north wind still comes in from the small hole in the sweater, which makes people almost breathless. Looking at a fallen leaf swept by the wind, I can't help thinking: another tough winter!
At this time, a thin figure appeared in the distance, sitting alone on the ground.
Against the cold wind, we walked quickly forward, and our backs gradually became clear. ...
That's a beggar. She is about 30 years old, but her brow is full of vicissitudes. She only wore thin clothes and trembled slightly in the cold wind.
Another gust of wind blew, and she held the child tighter. That's probably her son, wrapped in two quilts, snuggling in his mother's arms. Perhaps, it was his mother who snuggled up to him. She clung to the child. She wanted to give half her temperature to the child, but forgot that she was still sitting on the freezing ground, still shivering. ...
At this time, another north wind roared past us with fallen leaves, and the grass turned pale and the wood fell off, which was extremely biting and fierce.
She shuddered. However, I saw her wrap the child in the quilt again. Then, without any hesitation, she took off one of her coats and gently covered the child.
Her body is like leaves in late autumn, shaking badly, but the warmth between her eyebrows and eyes can drive away the cold. She looked at the sleeping face of the child, and a warm smile appeared on her face. The fundus is infinite love and infinite warmth. ...
She held the child tightly, stood up from the ground and walked away step by step ... Only the child in her arms was still asleep, as if she didn't know the predicament he was facing, or he knew that he would never be cold, because no matter how strong the wind was, his mother could shelter him, leaving him only warmth.
The cold wind blew, and suddenly a dress fell on me, and a warm current spread all over my body.
7. Write 1 composition by imitating the first volume of the eighth grade Chinese book "Back". 1 I'm afraid to look behind, because I'm always so silent.
Walking along the back, you can see everything, but you can't see the back you care about, and you can't see where your eyes fall. Then I will be distracted without scruple until my back suddenly turns and my expression immediately calms down, but in fact I am panicked; I'm afraid that a strange face will suddenly approach me.
1 When I was a child, I saw the most figure, as if it were his father. On many occasions, my father always walks in front of us.
Or any occasion. Of course, if he walks behind me, there will be no natural sight and no impression; It happened that my father's back appeared repeatedly in middle school texts and other reading materials.
A gentle shadow, generous and powerful. It belongs to tolerance.
When I grow up, I often read without an umbrella. I don't like to take it.
In fact, it often rains in the mountainous climate of my hometown. Once it rains, it won't stop for a few minutes like Xiamen, but it will last. I think the reason why I didn't bring an umbrella at that time was that the umbrella at home was too heavy and long.
I was short at that time. I brought a long umbrella when I was in the fifth grade, and I couldn't hold it in front of the teaching building.
It was opened by a tall female classmate and was laughed at by her classmates. 15 years later, I met this girl again in the small street of my hometown. She is married and her appearance has changed, but I still remember her curled up with an umbrella, although I am much taller than her now.
I don't remember if I was missing an umbrella. Dad will give me an umbrella when it rains, and I'm still afraid of him.
The more scared I am, the more I hope he won't give me an umbrella, but it's impossible. My mother is always busier than my father, and her home is between my mother's school and mine. My mother can't walk a long way to see me off, especially when I go out. My father will say, I have already said, take an umbrella on a sunny day, and I am full and hungry.
Then pass me the umbrella. I took it silently, and then walked behind in small steps.
I think I fell behind on purpose. Father found that as long as he slowed down, I would slow down.
So you can see his back completely from the back. Sometimes, I will see the rain coming obliquely, and my father's umbrella is not straight, so I will spray my clothes a little.
On another occasion, my father lent an umbrella to a mother and son on the way. Tell them that my father and I can take an umbrella.
I watched them walk away. Father never looked back. He walked ahead in the rain. I called my father. Maybe the rain was loud and my father didn't hear it.
When a person walks, he will bury his head without thinking. Every time someone stops you, you always walk with your head down.
Too many times, I just want to walk silently without talking, if I like my fellow travelers around me very much. At this time, the pace of walking suddenly slowed down.
Will often inadvertently see the back of others. What you see at this time is either silent or irrelevant, or you can see it at a glance, only the back, which takes up too many pictures, but you can't see through it.
Two different people will walk randomly. I once dreamed of my back in a dream.
A strange face seems like a lifetime ago, and suddenly I feel that the world has been hollowed out, leaving only a pale face. When I wake up, I am glad that such an expression face has only appeared once in my dream, and I have never seen it in reality.
In reality, it is distance, far and near at most. It's like walking through the traffic in the back. If you want to keep up or pull, you will be blocked by the garage.
Fortunately, they are not close at hand, but the opposite turn and shoulder are missed. So would you just look at the back?
Reading Zhu Ziqing's back reminds me of my parents' back. But it's not completely different, because Zhu Ziqing's article shows his father's concern for him, and my parents' back leaves me only ruthless regrets.
When I was five years old, I was taken to court, and my grandmother held me in a chair. When I saw my parents, I called them loudly, but they ignored me. My father and mother argued endlessly in court. Finally, I heard that it was awarded to my mother, and my father left the court. I shouted "Dad-",but the "shadow" left me without looking back. Since then, I have lived with my mother and grandmother.
But a few days later, my heartless mother also left me. Grandma wanted to leave me, but she couldn't bear it, so she left me, so I was like a child without mom and dad, living with her all day.
In the days when my grandmother accompanied me, I often remembered the scene of living with my parents: my father rode a car, took me to play in the street and took me fishing by the river; My mother took me shopping and bought me clothes. I can't stop crying when I think about it.
Later, my grandmother sent me to school, and the tuition was provided by my uncle. When my classmate invited me to his birthday party, I really envied seeing other people's parents give their children beautiful gifts and make wishes in front of candles.
I thought about my birthday more than once. I don't want that sweet and delicious cake, and I don't want that exquisite gift. I just want my parents to make up and wish me a happy birthday, but I've been looking forward to today, but I haven't. When I learned from my uncle that my mother remarried and my father got married, I cried bitterly. Man: What? This bear has a skeleton. Sakura? Don't cry, they are heartless things and don't deserve your sadness. You should study hard and do something big for them. "
At this time, grandma's tears flowed down unconsciously. Dad, mom, I want to have a home, a warm and happy home, I want to have the love of my parents, but I can't get it.
Dad, mom, you know, your departure has brought me infinite sadness and resentment, made me feel the pain of losing my loved ones, and made me a child with parents but not caring for them experience many ups and downs in the world! I once again call from my heart: "Dad, Mom, have pity on me and remarry ..." However, all I can answer is the wave after wave of echoes, and the figure that is getting farther and farther away from me and getting smaller and smaller in my eyes ... Finally comment: my parents are divorced.
8. Ask for a composition that imitates "The Back", not less than 800 words. If you help, you can adopt it. It is best not to imitate the composition behind.
It was late autumn, and it was cold and chilly. The north wind shook the old tree unscrupulously and barked at the bare treetops. The yellow leaves on the ground were rolled up by the wind and circled in the air, just falling and being rolled up again. ...
People's faces are full of chill.
My mother and I are walking in a quiet street. It's very cold. Even wearing a thick sweater, the north wind still comes in from the small hole in the sweater, which makes people almost breathless. Looking at a fallen leaf swept by the wind, I can't help thinking: another tough winter!
At this time, a thin figure appeared in the distance, sitting alone on the ground.
Against the cold wind, we walked quickly forward, and our backs gradually became clear. ...
That's a beggar. She is about 30 years old, but her brow is full of vicissitudes. She only wore thin clothes and trembled slightly in the cold wind.
Another gust of wind blew, and she held the child tighter. That's probably her son, wrapped in two quilts, snuggling in his mother's arms. Perhaps, it was his mother who snuggled up to him. She clung to the child. She wanted to give half her temperature to the child, but forgot that she was still sitting on the freezing ground, still shivering. ...
At this time, another north wind roared past us with fallen leaves, and the grass turned pale and the wood fell off, which was extremely biting and fierce.
She shuddered. However, I saw her wrap the child in the quilt again. Then, without any hesitation, she took off one of her coats and gently covered the child.
Her body is like leaves in late autumn, shaking badly, but the warmth between her eyebrows and eyes can drive away the cold. She looked at the sleeping face of the child, and a warm smile appeared on her face. The fundus is infinite love and infinite warmth. ...
She held the child tightly, stood up from the ground and walked away step by step ... Only the child in her arms was still asleep, as if she didn't know the predicament he was facing, or he knew that he would never be cold, because no matter how strong the wind was, his mother could shelter him, leaving him only warmth.
The cold wind blew, and suddenly a dress fell on me, and a warm current spread all over my body. Looking back, I only saw my mother's face warm.
9. Write a short passage after imitating. Friend, have you ever been moved by the back? Have you ever thought that it's not just those unforgettable faces that leave a deep impression in life? Do you have attachment and nostalgia when the familiar or unfamiliar back disappears in the crowd? What did the expressionless figure turn away and tell you?
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When my vision is blurred, I only see an outline. When my mind is fuzzy, I only remember one back. In my memory, there is a back that can never be erased. It was the moment when my mother turned and closed the door. She has to work the night shift, get up in the middle of the night and look at her sleeping son. That's so sweet. She was very pleased. She stepped on the quilt gently, tucked in the corner, pressed the quilt, looked at her son's sleeping posture, and felt very satisfied. Then she went out backwards and closed the door gently without making a sound. My son is in his eyes. In order to let his mother go to work with peace of mind and stop worrying about herself, he slept "correctly" without any disorder. He looked out from his eyelids and saw his mother's vague shadow through the faint night light reflected from the window. As soon as I turned around, I was gone. Finally, I heard the sound of closing the door below. The son knows that it is his mother who works the night shift.
"Who will you think of when you are lonely? ..... "If this song was sung more than twenty years ago, I would say that what I want to remember most is my mother's shadow. Along the stone wall, silently along the root of the wall, there is no mother here, but she used to be here. As long as she is free, she can always be found here, and at most she won't go out of a little place around here. There is the sound of grass and earth in the gravel wall. I don't know why it smells good now, but I didn't think it was a pleasure at that time. It just adds a little loneliness and melancholy. The shadows of all kinds of flowers and trees leaned out of the wall, but there was no mother's smile. Kindness is not here; Happiness cannot be found. I want to see my mother's back suddenly appear in front of me. I want my mother to come over and shout, "How did you find this place?" You'd better get your mother's praise. Even without praise, I am happy, because my mother never criticizes, even if she blames, it is warm. I like to hear my mother's voice and feel her love. But without her support. Standing at this end of the road, looking at the long end, it is a stone wall, a narrow passage, and a bumpy stone road. I don't know when my mother will appear, but my eyes are praying and my heart is helpless and lonely.
After a journey, I realized that what I gave my children was also a back. He walked in front and I followed, but he couldn't find me. He only saw my back, a seemingly indifferent back.
When he grows up, he will know that there is a great word of love hidden behind it.