The concept of composition sprint in senior high school entrance examination

Writing requirements for the senior high school entrance examination: writing should be sincere and strive to express one's unique feelings and real experiences about nature, society and life. Look at life from multiple angles, discover the richness of life, capture the characteristics of things, and strive to express creatively.

Silent fatherly love

Six years old.

On the playground, a little boy learned to ride a bike, and his father stood beside him. Without a word of guidance and a trace of comfort, the little boy naturally fell and his leg was already bleeding. Finally, the child sat on the ground and cried. Father is still standing so straight, his eyes are full of disdain and indifference. How eager the child is for his father's encouragement, no; How much the child longed for his father's hug, but he still didn't. It's just that those empty eyes make the child feel cold and heartless. Finally, the child stopped crying, stood up stubbornly, got on the bus and began to try again. My father, who had long been uninterested, turned and strode away. Behind him was the crash of metal and the ground. My father just turned his head casually, but his hands were shaking. The child stood up, thinking about his father's indifferent eyes just now, and two lines of tears inexplicably slipped across his cheeks. One step, two steps, three steps ... Father's footsteps are still firm.

16 years old.

In the auditorium, the little boy stepped onto the platform surrounded by the crowd. I hold the trophy high again and cheer again. Holding the honor tightly, the child struggled to find his father under the constant flashing of the flash. He was the only one in the crowd and only one in the audience. For a moment, the auditorium seemed empty, only the child and his father looked at each other. Still so indifferent, still so disdainful. My father's empty eyes eclipsed the radiant trophy. He stood up, walked to his son, grabbed the trophy without hesitation and gave it to the teacher backstage. Two lines of tears flowed down involuntarily, one step, two steps, three steps ... Father's footsteps remained firm.

Yesterday.

At the school gate, a young man said goodbye to his father. No greetings, no comfort, no hugs, no words. Looking straight at my father, his wrinkles deepened and some gray was added to his black hair. Tears swirled in my eyes, repressed. In the blur, there is also a little light in my father's indifferent eyes. The trembling hand reached out to his son, stopped in mid-air and shrank back. Pointing to the door, my father turned around again and did not move. Looking at my father's distant back. Near the corner, the father stopped, turned around, glanced and saw his son. The young man stared at his father, too, and the uncontrollable tears finally flowed down. Silence, the heart is so warm, one step, two steps, three steps. ...

Today.

In the examination room. There is a child who writes about silent fatherly love, and his heart is full of gratitude and pride.

My father, his feelings are like delicate autumn rain and soft spring breeze, without ups and downs, just indifferent and silent.

Silent fatherly love-I am very grateful.

3. Practice of examination and conception

Wordless thanks, tell you a story about me and a happy past. It warms me up when I think of you. At that moment, the ice and snow in my heart melted, and _ _ _ _ _ was also beautiful. On the third day of the flower season, the house was full of fragrance.

My wealth is a masterpiece in the examination room.

Whenever I sit on the floor, I feel like an emperor. Because I have priceless wealth around me-all my beloved books.

Books bring me the greatest comfort and adjust my mood, which is the most priceless spiritual wealth. When your eyes gallop on the pages in black and white, people rise and fall with the fate of the characters in the novel. What a great comfort! Or you are reading a puzzling philosophy book, and you get something every time. Won't you be happy and forget your troubles? You will be pleasantly surprised to find that the ugly duckling has turned into a white swan; For the church? Don Quixote laughs at windmills; Laugh for the wits and courage of the two generations against Bayi ... isn't it a great wealth to have so much happiness?

Books have brought me the richest knowledge and broadened my horizons. Where is the highest mountain, the deepest valley and the longest river in the world? These answers are all in my head, and no one can steal them. This is the safest wealth. It is wonderful to stay at home and study hard behind closed doors, but you know the rise and fall of everything in the world. It doesn't matter if I haven't been to the Taffee Mausoleum. I have read The Tomb of the Toffee under the Starry Night. Never mind that I have never been to the pyramids. I've read The Exploration of the Pyramid ... I've saved a lot of money, but I've traveled all over the famous mountains and rivers. Isn't the book the most wonderful wealth?

Books are my spiritual pillar and reshape my soul. When is Jane? Love said, "We are equal; I am not a machine without feelings ",I know the self-esteem as a woman; When petofi said, "You can throw them both when you have time", I understood the value of being a human being. When Lu Xun said, "If you don't break out in silence, you will perish in silence", I understood the rebellious spirit that a person should have. Every time you finish reading a book, you complete a feeling of life and a sublimation of your soul. We can see the noblest part of human beings and the meanest part of human beings from books. Isn't this what prompted you to complete your position in life? Books have become my "second soul". Isn't such wealth priceless?

Of course, when my wealth is stolen, when someone borrows a book and doesn't return it, I will feel sorry for it. But when I thought of "conservation of matter", my wealth became his wealth, which promoted the change of his thought. This credit is still mine, and I can't let it go.

Is it a pleasure to sit on the floor and read at night with a book as a companion? You should also create such wealth.

My wealth

I don't have a rich manor, and I don't have the right to live and die, but I have a special wealth-ordinary and precious. He is so ordinary that everyone can have it, but not everyone can have it.

I have a deep sky and a vast sea.

Whenever failure strikes me, I like to sit on a yacht and look at the blue sky and blue sea. It is very comfortable to see that the sky is my favorite blue! The sky is extremely bright blue, with only a few gauze-like light clouds, just like a girl wearing a gorgeous blue summer dress and a very thin white scarf around her neck. Really beautiful! The waves wear a clear blue tulle skirt, and the skirt is always connected with the clouds on the horizon and dances together from time to time. Suddenly I feel that my life is like wandering in this unpredictable sea, and there will be sunny days after the storm. I hope it is tomorrow!

I have a diamond-like star and a bright moon.

When depression and irritability hit, I like to stay alone in a quiet place and communicate with the stars and the moon with my heart. The sky is full of stars, but no matter how big the moon is in how bright, there are always little stars that it can't shine on, and these little stars always have no complaints, still silently emitting their flickering faint light. Isn't this a kind of persistence and tenacity? Standing under the boundless starry sky, I will feel too small, so small that all unpleasant emotions can melt in the infinite interstellar space. The moon has its ups and downs, and the stars have their days of light and shade, but they will eventually pass. After every regret and gloom, it will be the next perfection and light.

I have a shallow breeze and delicate grass.

When the happy angel falls on me, I like the hands of the breeze to naughty lift my hair and gently pull up my skirts. With the singing of the breeze, I unconsciously played an unknown tune with it, and let the wind blow my song to an unknown distance and bring it to people who are willing to share my happiness. The wind is the microphone for my happy singing. I also like to watch the grass dance with songs in the breeze, swinging its slender waist and growing tenaciously and optimistically. She looked at me with green eyes and wanted to tell me a story about overcoming difficulties and breaking through pressure. From this, I understand the meaning of tenacity and optimism.

I have clouds, fog and flowers ... I have many, many things that nature has given me. I am willing to communicate with nature, feel its breath and stay away from the disputes in the world. I thought I would keep a beautiful and natural mood. These are my most precious treasures. No matter how time passes and things change, I will always open up such a pure land for myself, so that my thoughts can be purified and sublimated in this small space, and I will always have the beauty of returning to nature and this precious spiritual wealth!

It's good to stop occasionally.

It is a pleasure to stop occasionally.

At night, the moon is as cold as water and as bright as yarn, so beautiful. Have you enjoyed it? Sunshine and rain, clear water and blue sky, literati naturally have many gifts to express their feelings. Have you ever cared? Flowers bloom and cicadas sing, leaves fall and snow drift. Have you ever felt it? My friend, why not stop once in a while during the long journey?

Stop, stop, lie on the grass. Please accept Chun's invitation. Leaves and flowers were found on the bare branches. They take you to the threshold of summer; Stop, look up at the starry sky in summer night, accept the autumn gift list, and take you to chase the footsteps of winter; How wonderful it is to stop, savor the joy of harvest and step into a pure and beautiful world! After enjoying it, will the departure and pace be more powerful?

It is a need to stop occasionally.

When you chase the sun, when you raise the sail of life in the sea. Sometimes there is a bolt from the blue, sometimes there is a strong wind, sometimes there is a strong storm, and sometimes there is a strong wind. Now you are at the foot of fate again and again, ravaged by wind and rain. My friend, why don't you stop occasionally?

Stop, dry your tears, accept the touch of sunshine, the baptism of wind and rain, and purify your soul; Stop, adjust your mind, pat the dirt on your body and stand up; Stop, go to the end of the day, pick a basket of exquisite, enjoy the wonderful life; Stop, go to the mountains to listen to birds and feel the happiness of the stream. Looking up occasionally, can you find that your favorite flowers bloom in front of your eyes and the sun is brighter?

It is a kind of wisdom to stop occasionally.

There are many crossroads in life, waiting for you to choose. In the face of the vicissitudes of fate, have you ever wavered? In the face of the so-called road of life, have you ever been confused; Have you ever been desperate in the face of hard choices? Have you ever cried in front of a long watch? Faced with the cruel reality, have you ever thought about letting go? So, why not stop once in a while?

Stop and look up at the blue sky. The eagle is soaring in the sky. Do you find yourself no longer confused? Occasionally stop, look back at the feelings you once had, and find that you have picked your own happiness?

Stopping is a kind of enjoyment, a kind of need, a kind of wisdom and a philosophical attitude towards life. Occasionally stop on the broad road of life, pat the dirt on your body, pour the gravel in your shoes, look at the blue sky, listen to the birds singing in the mountains, and welcome your own beautiful life with a relaxed and happy mind.

5. Homework: How much life have we tasted on the road of growing up? My mother's bowl of hot soup, a handkerchief handed over by my classmates, the fragrance of flowers, the boundless fragrance of books, and the feeling of "a thousand miles together" have brought us a lot of touches. Please write a composition on the topic of "the taste of". Requirements: ① Please complete the questions; 2 self-determination.

Model structure of composition sprint in senior high school entrance examination

1. Horizontal structure Horizontal structure is to arrange a group of things or scenes that belong to different categories but are internally related according to almost the same sentence structure to express a theme together.

I want to rely on you most.

In my sleepy eyes, I saw your figure, your thin but vague figure. For two years, I have been thinking about you so much; Wake up in the middle of the night and cry for you; I want to rely on you most. ...

Do you remember? In the past, at school, there was not much trouble. As long as I stop at home and smell mouthwatering food, I forget everything. I always rush into the house, throw down my schoolbag and shout at you, "Grandma, I'm home!" " "I clearly remember that in the kitchen, under the" boom "range hood, you came back and saw me, walked over and pushed me out of the kitchen. The greasy touch still remains on my skin.

When I am in trouble, I want to rely on you most.

Soft dust flies in the dim light and falls on your silvery hair. You lean back on the old mahogany couch, and your favorite tin opera is on the radio on the Eight Immortals table. You hum along, turn over a yellow cookbook at hand, and mutter a few words from time to time: "My little daughter has grown up, I have to make it up for her." Inadvertently make a little noise and disturb you. You looked at me standing at the door and said, "Girl, how about having a virgin chicken today?"

When I grow up, I want to rely on you most.

Open your eyes, they are white, and your eyes are full of weakness. When you watch it, you will see that you rushed into the door in a hurry. As soon as you enter the door, you will shout to the parents sitting opposite you: "You can't even manage a child. How many times have you been hospitalized this month? " Turned around, looked at me morbidly, and said distressfully, "What happened? Is it better? Grandma brought your favorite bone soup, have some! " You gently lift my back, gently pick me up, sit up, look at my left hand full of pinholes and say with distress, "I'm holding it, you eat!" " "Looking into your gentle eyes, I see your tenderness and sadness.

When I am weak, I want to rely on you most.

"I ask you to be careful every time. Why do you only take this exam!" Whenever my mother's reproach sounds, as long as I hear your hurried footsteps, I am no longer afraid. Pushing open the door, you raise your eyebrows and urge your mother: "The children say she tried her best. What's more, she is so excellent and there is little room for improvement! " Grandma, you know, if I had an iron at this time, I really want to iron your wrinkled eyebrows!

When I am wronged, I want to rely on you most. ……

Wake up suddenly from a dream. It turned out to be just a dream. It's been two years since you left me. Your face has changed from familiar to fuzzy in my heart, but what I want to rely on most is you. In the kitchen, the food is not so fragrant; Under the light, there is no tin drama, no menu; When you are sick, you lack bone soup; When I am blamed, I lack your help, but what I want to rely on most is you.

Be a man with a conscience.

Go out early and return late, but I don't know when the morning sun will rise and when the sunset will set.

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In life, I often hear such a voice-"I am so tired, life is so boring!" " "Is that really the case? In fact, as long as he is a conscientious person, he will feel the beauty of life.

Be a conscientious person in four seasons. Lily blows in spring and summer, leaves fall in autumn and snow is heard in winter. Yes, in the colorful spring, the grass is green and the buds are blooming. How poetic, isn't it charming? In cloudy summer, flowers are blooming brightly and birds are singing euphemistically. Isn't it intoxicating? Passionate autumn, leaves are falling, like dancing butterflies, and red maple leaves are everywhere, setting off golden colors. Isn't it amazing? In the dreamlike winter, the snow dances ballet like an elf, falling from the sky lively, and the earth is wrapped in silver, as if it were in a fairy tale world. Isn't it charming? Being a conscientious person will make you feel more beautiful.

Be a conscientious person in the book. When reading, you will often gain more by reading carefully instead of looking at the flowers: in the warm dialogue between Tagore and flying pigeons, you will feel the simplicity of life; In the light and shadow of Qinhuai River, I can read my father's old back; Under the small bucket lamp on a cold night, I realized the selflessness and greatness of maternal love; In the stormy sky, I realized the old man's unyielding struggle against the sea; There is also Li Bai's sentence, "Laugh and watch the sky go out, is our generation rich?" Du Fu's feeling of "a vast expanse of terraces, the poor world is happy"; Gong Zizhen's persistence that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more" ... If you are a conscientious person, you will feel more true feelings.

Be a conscientious person in diet. When you pay attention to the delicious food in your life, you will get more enjoyment. In the vast pampas Plateau, barbecue has become the first choice for people to get together; In the Nordic continent of the fairy tale kingdom, all kinds of seafood have been active on people's tables; In prosperous America, simple fast food has been recognized by the world; In romantic France, the rich smell of foie gras snails makes diners salivate. Being a conscientious person in .............................................................................................................................................................. will make you feel happier.

Be a conscientious person and taste the beauty of nature; Be a conscientious person and understand the beauty of knowledge; Be a conscientious person and feel the strangeness of food culture. ......

Let's be a conscientious person and feel the beauty of life.

The room is full of fragrance.

Where does a gentleman live? Why is it ugly?

There are no gorgeous facilities, no precious treasures, only a student's room, a desk lamp, some good books, some wisps of tea, a lonely person, but the room is full of fragrance.

The house is full of fragrance, jasmine fragrance.

A few meters of sunlight through the windowsill is green. It is blooming, and the rich taste is refreshing. White flowers dot it, like stars at night. Get up and go forward, the fragrance lingers, just like green tea, and the lips and teeth remain fragrant. Childhood and small pets have all passed away with the washing of years, leaving only a pot of jasmine to accompany me. This is an elegant scenery, which is a sacred wish. Don't like spirits, but also enthusiastic; Molly is heartless, but she is affectionate. The fragrance filled the whole room, and it was dizzy.

The house is full of fragrance, classic and magnificent.

It is beneficial to open a book. I believe in a Dream of Red Mansions, and I am immersed in the beautiful fragrance, the fragrance of "Who will bury Nong next year" and the "heartless and touching" Leng Xiang of Baochai. Unlucky beauty, brilliant, beautiful as a fairy, leaves a fragrance in the world, which makes people pity. Years picked up a few lines of poetry and walked with Xi Murong. "Youth is a book that is too hasty." "I like the color after years of rinsing, and I like songs that don't grow." The fragrance of youth, the rain of youth, is fragrant all over the house. I will never forget Xin Qiji's fanatical cry and unfulfilled dreams. I'll never forget Su Shi's tearful Ten Years of Life and Death. Five thousand years of cultural vicissitudes, several good books and poems in the room exude the fragrance of culture and are full of poetry.

The room is full of fragrance, the fragrance of great love.

It is a sweet call in the morning, a dense coffee in the middle of the night, and a figure that quietly walks into the quilt. The fragrance of fatherly love lies in its profundity and persistence; The fragrance of maternal love lies in its delicacy and consideration. When you walk in, you bring encouraging words, considerate greetings and endless motivation and hope. Full of the softness of maternal love and the power of fatherly love, the room is full of fragrance.

Although the room is not big, there are flowers, books and love; People are not lonely, because they are accompanied by flowers, books and love. Love fills the house, and the room is full of fragrance.

Love is on the left, affection is on the right, and there are flowers, books and love along the way, so I don't feel sad or lonely. These scents are the scenery gathered along the way, and they will be as warm as a ray of sunshine in the room.

White jasmine, bright solitary lamp, hot coffee, warm heart. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Because the room is full of fragrance.

(20 10 high school entrance examination composition) grow up in the attempt

Every time kapok blooms, every time it breaks into a butterfly, it grows in an attempt and shines with life.

Try to grow up in the cold.

The cold wind swept the greenery of the campus. The sunshine in early spring makes the trees on the ground bare. The deciduous kapok tree stretches feebly, languishing and desolate everywhere.

A hearty spring rain washed away the footprints of winter. I bathed in the morning light and strolled in the campus in spring. Suddenly looked up, a touch of reddish came into view, as if lighting up the gray world, which made my heart tremble and I couldn't help but stop. Kapok buds are embedded in dead branches. She woke up in the cold of late spring, trying to face the cold wind and resist the biting cold. The wind came with desolation, and the slender branches shook and groaned. Kapok gritted his teeth and crawled on the branch. The cold wind tore her delicate petals, but she stood up her unyielding backbone. Strive to compete with the test of nature, and strive to straighten up in the gale. Finally, she withstood the erosion of the cold and blossomed a unique beauty in the branches. In the attempt, I saw her grow up, grow into several trees that have been red for a long time, and grow into the first vitality in early spring.

Kapok has blossomed. The leaping life and fiery spirit tell me that we will grow in the attempt.

Try to grow in a cocoon.

Caterpillars wrap themselves in thousands of threads. Waking up from a deep sleep and opening his eyes, endless darkness filled his world. No bright sunshine, no green leaves. Can't see the wind and cloud, can't see the spring flowers and autumn fruits. However, there is a firm light in his eyes. Faced with doomed setbacks, he tried to challenge his own destiny. The pain of metamorphosis troubled his body, and he felt hot pain coming from every corner of his body. He wants to break free, break free from this dark cage, and break free from the shackles of this soul. He shouted silently, trying to hit the thick silkworm chrysalis with his soft head. Once, twice, a hundred times, a thousand times. I understand that caterpillars are constantly striving to strengthen their physique and hone their will. Finally, the fresh air seeped into his heart and he opened his eyes. The sun is shining in the sky. He broke the cocoon and danced lightly

Break a cocoon into a butterfly. Brilliant colors and dancing posture tell me that we will grow in the attempt.

Get out of the cold and get out of the predicament. We need to try. In the attempt, let our hearts become firm and let our lives rebuild their value. In the attempt, we realized the fate. We opened our arms and embraced the blue sky. In the attempt, we grow, grow into kapok that blooms in the cold, grow into a colorful butterfly that breaks through obstacles, and grow into a new round of sunrise.

Grow up by trying. When you shrink back, remember every time kapok blooms, every time it breaks into a butterfly. If you grow up by trying, you will find that your life is full of spring flowers.

[Practice link] Please write according to the horizontal structure of the subtitle. You need to write an outline (prepare a subtitle) before writing.

What a beautiful smile.

Vertical structure describes one thing (main material) layer by layer, and goes deep into people step by step.

(A) the first-line infiltration method takes things as clues

Osmanthus fragrans leaves are fragrant.

In the dead of night, the night breeze gently sends the fragrance of two osmanthus trees on the balcony into the house. Thoughts drip into the lake of the soul like dew, causing ripples. ...

Grandma likes osmanthus very much, so she planted those two plants on the balcony. But I don't like it.

"Xiaowen, look!" Grandma pulled me out of the warm bed early in the morning and led me to the dining table. "What is this?" Looking at a cup of green tea in front of me, my face is full of doubts.

Grandma pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows. Her wrinkled face is like a blooming wild chrysanthemum. She picked up the cup of tea, slowly approached her nose, took a deep breath and looked intoxicated-"This is the refreshing' super love' sweet clover tea that Grandma specially made for you." ……

"Grandma, I told you, I hate the smell of sweet clover. I will do it myself if I like it in the future, and my share is free! " I left this cold sentence, grandma stood there alone, and her enthusiasm was extinguished by cold water.

In the later days, every morning, grandma still made a cup of osmanthus tea as usual. The whole room seems to be filled with a wonderful atmosphere, and it feels very comfortable, peaceful and reassuring. However, I still don't like this sweet clover.

Later, grandma went back to her hometown, and the strange smell disappeared.

Strange to say, every morning, because I can't smell the familiar fragrance, I feel inexplicably lost and empty ...

One day, I went to grandma's room and found a glass bottle full of sweet clover left by her. At the bottom of the bottle, I suddenly found a note-"My favorite, for my favorite-Xiaowen", and my heart twitched like an electric shock. ...

I also made a cup of osmanthus tea. Sending out a charming fragrance, mixed with grandma's deep love for me. I suddenly found that its flowers are so small, delicate and lovely, and its teeth are light yellow and small golden yellow; It has the implicit beauty of oriental women, as classical as a picture of a lady. Taking a sip makes people feel suddenly enlightened, and the teeth and lips are fragrant, giving people the feeling of "moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream". It is quiet and nothing to ask for ... Gradually, I also like this grandmother's "favorite"-sweet clover.

Thank grandma for leaving me what she thinks is the best thing in the world, and also the greatest thing in the world-love. Although I once ignored it, now, I will keep it and keep it in my heart forever, making it as fragrant as this sweet clover forever. ...

Let love stay in every corner of this world! Because love is a tinkling spring, bringing coolness and comfort; Love is a melodious flute, which soothes the wounds of the soul and increases the courage to move forward; Love is a red sun, radiant, illuminating every corner and dissolving cold hatred. ...

(2) I love summer and take emotion as a clue.

In my eyes, summer is the best season.

I love the night sky in summer, which is mysterious and profound, and I have infinite reverie in my childhood. When the last sunset disappeared on the horizon, the earth was surrounded by a blue sky. It is an ever-changing and extremely beautiful blue. First, it is faint and uneven blue, like a drunken painter splashing a little on paper; After a while, the blue gradually deepened and became even, like a piece of sky-blue satin. The blue is getting deeper and deeper, and finally it becomes a rich black. The black night sky will never be monotonous. Because there are twinkling little stars, I always like to play hide-and-seek around Sister Moon. At this time, I imagine myself sitting on the moon, swinging and playing games with the little star. I also want to sit by the Milky Way and let its water beat my feet.

I like Stone Street in summer. The lines are concise and lively, giving people a symmetrical aesthetic feeling. There is an old man with white hair on Stone Street. He sat on a small folding stool, his wrinkled hands wandering among the grass vines, and several lifelike hand-woven animals were in front of him. The slate street under the scorching sun was too pale, but it became lively because of the old man.

I love the river in summer, which is crystal clear. There are piles of pebbles, round and smooth, without artificial carving. Perhaps cool wind and clear water are the best craftsmen. Children have an instinctive attachment and yearning for the river. Come to the river in twos and threes, scrambling to get in, happy as a small fish! The splashing water smiled and waved to those unknown wild flowers and said hello to the thick white clouds. The tall and dense reeds by the river are natural clothes hangers. Many children spread wet clothes on reeds after playing with water, lie down by themselves and let the sun caress their whole bodies. When they woke up, their clothes were dry, and each of them walked noisily to each house with a dog's tail grass and smoke.

I love the old locust tree in the village head in summer. No one knows how many years the old locust tree has lived. But it is always flourishing, welcoming migratory birds with a broad mind. No matter old people or children, they always like to go there to enjoy the cool after dinner. Most of the old people hold banana fans, and they get together and have fun, while the children are attracted by the cries of crickets and frogs and intoxicated by the night wind.

I love the grape trellis in summer, which is covered with crystal grapes. There is a well under the grape trellis, which is sweet and moistens the throat. Ripe grapes fall into the well from time to time, and there is a "ding dong" sound, which is very interesting. On a sunny night, you can get a kind of physical and mental pleasure by resting under the grape trellis. Looking at the bright stars and crystal grapes intertwined, I really don't know whether it is the grapes on the ground or the stars in the sky. The children were curious about the legend of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl and were moved by their love stories. They hope that July 7th will come early, and they can see Cowherd and Weaver Girl meet on the Magpie Bridge.

I love summer, because it is more mature than fresh spring, hotter than lingering autumn and warmer than severe winter.

(C) people and roads with time as the clue

When I was a child, the road was a narrow path. You are at this end and I am at that end.

Remember? I was small and thin at that time. You took me away from my mother and said, "This child is so thin!" "So, you scrimp and save money to buy me milk powder and sugar-coated haws. Gradually, I gained weight and could walk. I have a clever mouth, and I will follow you whenever I have time, calling you "grandma, grandma". But you lost weight. The villagers saw you and said, "Why is the old woman so thin? "You go over and touch my head and say, it costs a thousand dollars to buy old and thin!" "Every weekend, you take my hand and walk through the narrow path to the village to wait for my mother to pick me up. After you "returned" me, turn around and leave. I can't resist my repeated calls to you. At the end of the road, you turned around and waved to me again. I vaguely saw you wiping your face with your sleeve.

Is that narrow path paved with cement now? Those footprints you stepped on are long gone, but they are deeply engraved in my heart.

Bigger, the road is a telephone line, you are at home, I am far away.

Just as an eagle wants to be an angel soaring in the sky, it must leave its mother's arms and use its wings to open up its own blue sky-I left home and went to a far place to study, alone. Carrying a heavy schoolbag and a big bag of fruit already prepared, as well as that heavy one, is your reminder. Being in a different place, my grades are not ideal, and the difficulty of classmates makes me cry many times. So I called you and confided in you. Your words are like a trickle, washing my impetuous heart. Slowly, I adapted to the environment and seldom thought of you. Call you once in a while, listen to your happy trembling voice, and tell me to pay attention to my health. As for me, I always answer in a casual tone and always forget to remind you not to eat dishes that have been heated several times. I know, you have been saving money for me. I heard you say to Aunt Li next door, "My granddaughter is smart. Now I save more money for her to go to college! " "

That telephone line may be the narrowest road in the world, but it carries the widest love in the world.

The later journey is a dollar, you are in the sky and I am on the ground.

You said you would wait for me to come back, but you put up with it for three days and nights and talked for a week, but I still didn't come back. When I saw you, your hands, which had been farming in the fields for half a century, were cold. I asked myself, only through these mingbi, can I find you, let them pave a "mental path" for me, entrust my deep affection and meet you in heaven. ...

Practice link 1. Take childhood fun as the topic. Complete the outline of a composition with a thread through it.