Green leaves are becoming more and more colorful under the moisture of rain and dew; Red flowers become more colorful in the sunshine bath. When immersed in the family atmosphere, you get more growth-beautiful growth in your heart. I still remember the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, and the weather was sunny. The bright moon hangs in the sky with a faint halo. The clouds in the sky are all gathered together, and the moon shines like silk through this thin smoke. Or shine like pearls on the lake, or cover the whole lawn with silver gauze like cicadas. The lake in the distance is dotted with sporadic boats, and the swaying lights add a bit of poetry to this quiet picture. In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, it is laughing. A family of five sat together, chatting about the past. Listening to my grandfather's story about farmland, my mother laughed at my anecdote when I was a child. Take a sip of green tea and swallow the usual hustle and bustle; Nuts and honey scattered on the table smell of happiness. The moonlight caressed my face, and I felt flattered and beautiful for this family. But then, everyone got busy. Grandparents go back to their hometown because of the past, and parents often work hard outside because of their busy work. It's Mid-Autumn Festival again, and I'm alone. I don't know when my family left me alone. Because I don't understand, this indifference to my family crawled into my heart. At night, every family is brightly lit, talking and laughing. I am the only one walking in the street. Clouds float into the distance in the breeze, as if to convey blessings to people. Walking home slowly, there was a letter from my hometown in the mailbox, which was sent by my grandfather. Not much to say, just a blessing, and remind me that it's cold and put on more clothes. "Tick-tock", the mobile phone received a short message: "There is your favorite bean paste pie on the coffee table. Just try it. -mom "suddenly relieved. No matter how busy my family is, they always remember me. Aren't they working hard for me? Come to think of it, the moon is sunny and round, but it is always perfect. Families are separated, but hearts are always together. Another touch of moonlight touched my face and I was flattered. I feel beautiful for this family, and I agree with my growth. Comments (16)
Report | 2065438+02-12-0120: 42 divine French red wine | Five-level perfect composition When a candidate in Shanghai said that I have an unusual hobby-washing dishes, you may not believe it. Many people always feel that washing dishes after a full meal is a burden. Just like some people don't want to wash clothes after taking a shower, they always finish them in a hurry. Because of this, we ignore some trivial beauty in life. Everyone else is suffering from washing dishes, but I enjoy it alone Soak greasy vegetables in a basin full of bubbles, wipe them carefully with a thick rag, and then rinse them with clear water. The original sticky vegetables immediately become smooth and clean. The blue-edged porcelain bowls hung with water drops were neatly folded by me, as if they were exquisite works of art, and then I wiped off the water drops and felt a sense of accomplishment. More importantly, after the oil was washed away, I felt as if something in my heart had gone with the water and become delicate and fresh. I wonder if you have ever felt that kind of euphoria? Every morning, the whole family is as busy as a bee. Adults are busy with work and children are busy with their studies. The rice bowls used at home are always washed by the last person to leave, and sometimes even left until evening. Lunch is handled separately at work or school, so only dinner symbolizes family reunion and relaxation. After dinner, washing dishes naturally became an opportunity for me to show filial piety. I always liked it. While washing dishes, talking and laughing with my family, I don't feel tired at all. If the tune "Wash and Brush" is playing on TV at this moment, I will dance with chopsticks and knock on the bowl on a whim, humming and swaying to the music. Occasionally, I look up at the window and see thousands of lights, thinking that maybe every light has the same atmosphere, and I can't help but indulge in it. In the warm light, each bowl actually has a layer of blue and white halo flowing on it. From time to time, my heart will be filled with a little warmth and a little satisfaction. For me, washing dishes is not only a housework, but also a way to nourish my life. Whenever friends and relatives have a dinner, the question after a full meal is "Who washes the dishes". I said, "I'll wash it. I have this hobby. " So people call me "hardworking humor". Ha ha ha, with this reputation, why not? Someone said to me, "If you were a dishwasher, you wouldn't be so happy." I think so, too. Only such a beautiful family life can make me appreciate trivial and unusual sweetness. A brief comment did not expect that such a trivial matter as washing dishes would enable the author to write such a beautiful "big article". Whether it is the process of washing dishes or the details of washing dishes, it is spread out without affectation. For example, when describing washing dishes, "sticky dishes immediately become smooth and clean", such a scene description is very appropriate; For example, after washing the dishes, the phrase "there is a layer of blue and white halo flowing in the bowl" is beautiful; When describing the inner feelings, the phrase "a little warmth, a little satisfaction" is even more true. Finally, when everyone regards washing dishes as my "diligence and humor", the phrase "Why not use this good name to do it" shows the author's thoughts and feelings of loving labor and life to the fullest. The mother of a candidate in Shanghai is very happy, but recently she is very haggard. Yes, she is too tired for this family! My mother is very busy with work and housework. I am in junior high school, which makes her very worried. Today is a holiday, so mom should have a good rest. To this end, I have been thinking: What can I do for my mother? Look around: clothes, mother has washed them; The floor, mother has polished to reflect the figure; Mom has bought it, washed it, cut it, and is waiting for the pot. Well, I can't help you. I lay idle on the sofa, picked up a magazine and turned it casually. Suddenly, a line of small words caught my eye: "Combing your hair can activate qi and blood, eliminate fatigue and refresh your mind. Long-term adherence to combing your hair is good for your physical and mental health ... ""Eliminate fatigue? " I feel refreshed at the sight. Yes, why not give mom a "right medicine"? I took a comb and mysteriously walked up to my mother and said, "Mom, I know you have been tired for some time. Sit on the sofa and have a rest. Let me comb your hair. The book says that combing your hair can eliminate fatigue. " Mother obediently leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes happily. I took a comb along my mother's hair and gently combed it from the middle to both sides. Suddenly, I was surprised to find that my mother's bright black hair was mixed with a few harsh silver wires. What's going on here? You know, mom is not yet forty years old! Oh, this is all for our family! The hand holding the comb doesn't work at all. The careful mother obviously noticed and quickly asked, "Baby, what's wrong with you?" I quickly rubbed my eyes with my hand and said, "No, nothing, a hair touched my eyes." Say that finish, and continue to comb. "ouch!" Mother suddenly let out a cry softly, and the voice was very small, but I still heard it. It turns out that the comb caught some of my mother's hair. I quickly slowed down and combed slowly. Mother closed her eyes and was completely immersed in this extremely warm atmosphere. As time went by, I stretched myself and just wanted to say, "All right!" "I couldn't bear to stop when I saw my mother's comfortable and satisfied expression, so I leaned down and gently combed ... The sheep had the grace of kneeling and the crow had the meaning of feeding back. When affection, the sweetest bond in the world, gradually becomes a luxury, I call from the bottom of my heart: filial piety can't wait, even if it is a foot wash, a warm word and a comb. I am always happy to comb my mother's hair. A short comment sometimes, a sentence, a smiling face and an action can suddenly make an article colorful. This article only tells a scene of combing hair, but because of personal experience and real feelings, ordinary events have become dazzling. The success of this composition lies in the description of details, such as the scene of "I" helping my mother comb her hair. Through the two actions of "leaning" and "closing", her happiness suddenly jumped to the page. Another example is the details of "rubbing my eyes with my hands" when "I" found my mother's white hair, showing the complex psychology that "I" was moved but wanted to hide. However, the candidate did not stop there, but continued to move forward. At the same time, he "bent down and combed gently" and sent out such affection as "the sheep has the grace to kneel, and the crow has the meaning of feeding back". In this way, even the smallest thing will have the brilliance of thought and emotion. The grandfather of a examinee in Shanghai is very happy and an old Chinese medicine practitioner. His home is always filled with all kinds of Chinese medicines. I always like to sit on a stool and watch my grandfather quietly grinding medicine and making soup. My heart was drunk when the wisps of medicine gradually filled the whole room. When I was a child, I used to play in grandpa's drugstore. Tall and sturdy counters, dark brown paint and yellow and outdated labels are all the "scenery" of pharmacies. A small scale and a pair of skillful hands shuttle between heavy medicine cabinets, which is probably grandpa's daily work. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, probably wondering if someone had picked these herbs gently in the distant mountains and dried them to taste. He often puts one or two pieces of licorice into my mouth like a magician, and the sweet taste lingers on my tongue, as if life is full of joy. I spent my childhood drinking several bowls of brown medicine soup. Grandpa's rickety back, the gas coming out of the medicine jar and the blue flame licking the bottom of the medicine jar are all frozen in the fragments of time. At that time, grandpa always held a white porcelain bowl and two pieces of rock sugar in his hand and handed it to me with a smile, saying, "Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease. Be good, just drink it. "However, I often willfully knock over the medicine bowl, which makes my grandfather very worried. On my deathbed, I can only kill time by reading and drawing, so I know many beautiful names from the old Chinese herbal medicine books at home, including Angelica dahurica, Pinellia ternata, Aster, indigo naturalis ... Grandpa took pains to tell me their efficacy. I often think: they must have been gentle and beautiful women in previous lives, and then they became these herbs to give patients the greatest comfort, otherwise how could they have such a beautiful name. The poor character of Sister Lin in A Dream of Red Mansions is even more touching because of the fragrance of medicine. Drinking aromatherapy in summer and rock candy bird's nest in winter ... Xiaoxiang Pavilion in the secret room looks very different. When I grew up, I went to the countryside with my grandfather to collect herbs. It was sunny or rainy in Mao Mao all the way. Grandpa was carrying a basket, rubbing herbs and smelling them carefully. On the way back, I still can't forget the cheerful spirit of those pharmacy owners, big and small, when they saw grandpa. This medicinal fragrance, like a unique melody, is scattered in every corner of the city and countryside, bringing me happiness and health. The bitter medicinal fragrance has already become the most mellow aftertaste and fragrance in my heart. It is accompanied by grandpa's love, meticulous and soft, soaking my life. Now that I think about it, my heart is as good as before! For such an excellent work, I'm afraid there is only one candidate in Shanghai who can concentrate on Chinese medicine. The reason why candidates can come easily is entirely because of their unique experience and knowledge. It is difficult to write this excellent examination room without my grandfather, unusual contact with Chinese medicine and deep feelings for Chinese medicine. Good material and good cutting angle. Candidates don't like Chinese medicine since childhood, which leads to grandpa's poor care for himself; Then, in the plot of reading a medicine book during my illness, I expounded my understanding of Chinese medicine, especially the narrative about sister Lin, which came from the name of Chinese medicine and added a lot of details and cultural charm to the article. Finally, on the way back from collecting medicine, others will admire grandpa. The content of the article is rich and colorful, and the emotion is promoted step by step, so that the happy and beautiful feelings of the characters are truly natural and beautiful. A student in Shanghai, very happy, finally got rid of the exercise, as limp as a deflated ball. Gently rubbing your sore and tired eyes and gently holding your dull forehead, I can't help but sigh gently ... With the approach of the senior high school entrance examination, the requirements for teachers are becoming more and more strict. Gradually, she was a little overwhelmed and unable to cope. In meditation, she couldn't help looking out of the small window. Outside the window, an idyllic beauty immediately caught her eye. The green shoots, the cauliflower in bud, and the newly sprouted saplings ... all these deeply pierced her heart and her spirit immediately cheered up. She hummed softly, faintly, the poem "Green, Willow and Yellow Half-jagged" written by Juyuan Yang in the Tang Dynasty. What a wonderful poem, like a sweet and clear mountain spring, instantly moistened her heart and soothed her boredom and burnout. She stared at this beautiful spring scenery, deeply and stupidly immersed in it. For a long time, she opened a window. In an instant, a fresh air came to my face, refreshing. She took a deep breath of this spring and got carried away. "What a wonderful world outside!" She sings. At this moment, all the complaints, troubles and worries have vanished. The boundless world outside the window propped up her narrow spiritual space and broke the rules she set for herself. She only felt that for a moment, she was as light as a swan and seemed to fly. She leaned out and sang loudly, and the birds chirped and danced with her cheerful melody. Her heart is full of joy and excitement. At this moment, she feels like a boat that has unloaded its burden and set sail for a long voyage, full of energy, passion and hope. "Oh," she sighed, a sigh of infinite satisfaction. When she blinked her big black eyes and stared out of the window, two strange expressions appeared in her eyes. Then she seemed to be muttering to herself and pouring out her thoughts: "Let go, get out of yourself, the world outside the window is wonderful! Don't tie yourself up, get out-"She casually tossed her head and shrugged her shoulders. Outside the window, the sun is shining, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant; In the fields, green waves are undulating and full of vitality. Everything is so full of energy. At that moment, her heart was full of joy and warmth. Oh, the girl sitting in front of the window is none other than this girl! The brief review also tells a beautiful story, but the candidates in this paper use a lot of pen and ink to render their anguish. This kind of thinking method of reverse cut-in not only has the effect of brilliant writing, but also makes ordinary content have new ideas. Different from other articles, this paper has a gradual process of lively psychological display. In order to write this emotional change naturally and truly, candidates obviously spent some time thinking. When the hero first met the scene outside the window, the article said, "It soothed the boredom and burnout in my heart"; When intoxicated with it, the article said that "the body is as light as a swallow, as if to fly"; Finally, when she shook her head freely, the feeling of warmth and joy was beyond words. Because of its strong bedding, the expression of emotion also appears real and natural. More subtly, the examinee's pen turned around at the end and fell on himself, which was really wonderful. Agree with 9| Comments (5)
Report | 2012-11-2213:17531086685 | I have written several such essays for your reference. The sun is shining. It's another sunny afternoon. I sat on the wide swing in the yard and sang. The fragrance is thin, the vines are full of flowers, and the ruby yellow core and crimson petals complement each other, setting off a touch of joy. This is grandpa's paradise. I often like to stay in this small yard, listening to birds singing, fiddling with flowers and listening to grandpa's call. See grandpa immediately grinned and said, "naughty boy, if you tease flowers like this, bees will sting you." Say, touch my head with one hand. My hands are full of dew. Under the sunshine, the sky is high and the clouds are light, with a faint fragrance, I pounce on my nose. I felt a tender feeling in my heart, but I smiled and didn't think much. Flowers are colorful, just like the giggling pleasure of holding a lollipop in one hand and pulling my grandfather in the other, but they told me to be quiet, not like when I was a child. Charan, I'm watching. My grandfather is slow and thin. Not far away, it seems to be a big tree, its branches are bathed in sunshine and very peaceful. Thoughts flying, once, a silent figure, contains profound meaning. Wearing a bell around her neck, holding grandpa's hand, Lingling walked all the way, enjoying the innocence of her childhood. He held my hand tightly and his temples were blown away. He looked at me with a little smile. However, I am willing to meet his eyes, hold his hand and enjoy the warmth of being cared for. So, I saw the spring between my grandfather's eyebrows, which aroused each other's smiles. Today's grandfather, still silent, stands behind a thin figure with deep love. He doesn't know how to convey this beautiful love, is it the hope in front of polished floor-to-ceiling glass, or the gaze in a strong tea, or the shallow smile in a small garden? Pass it on, turn that full love into a silent touch behind me, and my heart is full of joy. The wind is blowing like gentle rain. Grandpa smiled, and I smiled. In the warm sunshine, grandpa's teeth sparkled and his heart was full of joy. The third day of Shanghai Luochuan School in Putuo District, Shanghai: dreaming. Green leaves are becoming more and more colorful under the moisture of rain and dew; Red flowers become more colorful in the sunshine bath. When immersed in the family atmosphere, you get more growth-beautiful growth in your heart. I still remember the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, and the weather was sunny. The bright moon hangs in the sky with a faint halo. The clouds in the sky are all gathered together, and the moon shines like silk through this thin smoke. Or shine like pearls on the lake, or cover the whole lawn with silver gauze like cicadas. The lake in the distance is dotted with sporadic boats, and the swaying lights add a bit of poetry to this quiet picture. In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, it is laughing. A family of five sat together, chatting about the past. Listening to my grandfather's story about farmland, my mother laughed at my anecdote when I was a child. Take a sip of green tea and swallow the usual hustle and bustle; Nuts and honey scattered on the table smell of happiness. The moonlight caressed my face, and I felt flattered and beautiful for this family. But then, everyone got busy. Grandparents go back to their hometown because of the past, and parents often work hard outside because of their busy work. It's Mid-Autumn Festival again, and I'm alone. I don't know when my family left me alone. Because I don't understand, this indifference to my family crawled into my heart. At night, every family is brightly lit, talking and laughing. I am the only one walking in the street. Clouds float into the distance in the breeze, as if to convey blessings to people. Walking home slowly, there was a letter from my hometown in the mailbox, which was sent by my grandfather. Not much to say, just a blessing, and remind me that it's cold and put on more clothes. "Tick-tock", the mobile phone received a short message: "There is your favorite bean paste pie on the coffee table. Just try it. -mom "suddenly relieved. No matter how busy my family is, they always remember me. Aren't they working hard for me? Come to think of it, the moon is sunny and round, but it is always perfect. Families are separated, but hearts are always together. Another touch of moonlight caressed my face, and my heart was flattered. I feel beautiful for this family. It's been three nights since I grew up. I sat at my desk silently, staring at my mobile phone for a while, filled with anxiety. The day before I left school, my classmate Li Yanzi promised to send me a text message tonight. For this message, I forgot my first kiss ... My mobile phone trembled, a glimmer of light flashed, my heart was pounding and I grabbed it eagerly. It's a text message from Yanzi Li! Looking at the message, at that moment, sadness came from it, and I couldn't stop crying. "What's the matter" and "What's the matter", with a series of eager concerns, my parents, grandparents all crowded into my hut. "Pit dad ~ ~ ~" I handed my mobile phone to my dad and sobbed and said, "Get up earlier than the chicken, sleep later than the ghost, and do more than the cow. If I want to write something bitter and deeply resentful, I can write anything, but if it's not a lie, I can't make it up even if I want to ... "Looking at the message, I can write it. I argued with tears in my eyes. My father touched my head and said, "Son, you were really born in a new society. You grew up under the red flag and soaked in honey. I don't know when you will be blessed! Now look at foreign countries. There are economic crises everywhere, such as Greek crisis, Spanish crisis and Italian crisis. People there are living in dire straits. As for us, the national economy is developing, people's income is stable, and dad's salary has not changed for more than ten years. As soon as I think about it, my father will not mention how beautiful it is! " Mom also smiled and said, "Yes, son, you do your homework all day and don't know much about the beauty of society." In fact, watching you grow up in those years, my mother was happy for you on the one hand, and felt that she wanted to find someone who was near middle age on the other hand, and her heart was very uncomfortable. Recently, the relevant departments indicated that the retirement age should be raised to 65-68. My mother is very happy. She feels that she is a teenager again. When she thought that she could still be called a young man at the age of 60, her mother smiled in her dream and her heart was full of joy. Grandpa coughed and said, "Little girl, what am I thinking?" This topic is a little close to life, how can it be said that it is difficult to write? "Say grandpa, retired for so many years, looking at the country's economic development, feel old and ill. I can't contribute anything to the construction of the country except using my grandfather's old lungs to help purify some air every morning. I'm worried! Great, the relevant departments say that property tax will be levied, and grandpa can use his meager pension to contribute more taxes to the grand goal of becoming the world's largest economy. I feel proud and happy. " Grandma wiped away my tears with a paper towel, hugged me and said, "This child, what is the pain of reading?" Grandma was poor when she was a child and couldn't study, but she envied those children who had books to read. Now grandma prepares three meals a day for you at home, and has learned a lot, including aflatoxin soybean milk, clenbuterol pork hydrochloride, phenylpotassium acyl steamed bread, dioxin eggs, melamine milk, sulfur garlic, blue alum cucumber, formaldehyde cabbage, mercury mushroom, formalin beef venetian, Flammulina velutipes with sulfur dioxide, potassium bromate steamed bread, sodium bisulfate formaldehyde vermicelli, Sudan red salted duck eggs, malachite green tea and so on. Grandma looked at the porcelain on the tip of her tongue. There is a lot of food in it. There must be a lot of chemistry knowledge that grandma doesn't know. Grandma will eat until she is old. She wants to be a chemist when she is old. Grandma doesn't want to mention how beautiful she is. "Listening to my parents' grandparents' persuasion, I was in a good mood and said to them," I can write. Turn off the lights and rest early. "In order to help us attach importance to environmental protection, the relevant departments are preparing to introduce a new electricity price policy, and we should also consciously participate in environmental protection activities." In the dark, I think I can study not only in school, but also in cram school. Elementary school can read junior high school books, junior high school can read senior high school books, and I can participate in many competitions. How happy I am! I fell asleep with tears in my eyes ... 4 Ding Ding, "The exam time is still 15 minutes. Please take the time to answer questions. " The harsh voice came from the radio, and the hand holding the fountain pen held the pen tighter, his brow wrinkled unconsciously, and his heart thumped. "What should I do?" I silently shouted in my heart, there is still one problem to be done, and 15 minutes. Look at this multiple-choice question in front of me. I have nothing to say except myself. I've done it before, but I just can't do it now. I'm really anxious. Looking at the watch on the table, I couldn't help but feel hot and burst into tears. I wiped my hands on the table with a tissue. "Ding-ding, there are still five minutes before this exam." It was another harsh voice, and I couldn't help biting myself. At this point, an idea grew in my heart: why not peek at other people's papers? I shook my head, no, as a master, it is wrong to peek at other people's papers, which will make people laugh. But, think about it, who knows? Besides, failing in the exam will make people laugh! Looking at the pointer of the watch, the contradiction in my heart is getting bigger and bigger. I seem to be divided into two parts, one is bright, the other is dark, and the two groups are arguing fiercely. I shook my head hard to keep calm. I thought of the trust of teachers and classmates, and saw several big characters on the blackboard: "Honesty test, be a civilized person". At this moment, I thought of my mother's loving eyes ... "Ding Ding began to wind up. "I handed the test paper to the teacher with both hands. Yes, I have made up my mind. The next day, the test paper arrived as scheduled, and the white test paper was printed with bright red 98 points. Although it is not a perfect score, it is not the first, but my heart is still full of joy. Because I didn't throw it away-honesty. I was flattered by the first place, I was flattered by the success, but now I understand that the source of happiness is not only the first place, but also my success and valuable integrity. Once the first and success will fade with the passage of time, but honesty will always accompany us and make our life better. The second day of No.1 Middle School in Xuyi County, Huai 'an, Jiangsu Province: In the moonlight, Deyue welcomes students to send their compositions, exercises, diaries and prizes! I hit hard and my hands are sore ~ give me a thumbs up ~ thank you.
Green leaves are becoming more and more colorful under the moisture of rain and dew; Red flowers become more colorful in the sunshine bath. When immersed in the family atmosphere, you get more growth-beautiful growth in your heart. I still remember the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, and the weather was sunny. The bright moon hangs in the sky with a faint halo. The clouds in the sky are all gathered together, and the moon shines like silk through this thin smoke. Or shine like pearls on the lake, or cover the whole lawn with silver gauze like cicadas. The lake in the distance is dotted with sporadic boats, and the swaying lights add a bit of poetry to this quiet picture. In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, it is laughing. A family of five sat together, chatting about the past. Listening to my grandfather's story about farmland, my mother laughed at my anecdote when I was a child. Take a sip of green tea and swallow the usual hustle and bustle; Nuts and honey scattered on the table smell of happiness. The moonlight caressed my face, and I felt flattered and beautiful for this family. But then, everyone got busy. Grandparents go back to their hometown because of the past, and parents often work hard outside because of their busy work. It's Mid-Autumn Festival again, and I'm alone. I don't know when my family left me alone. Because I don't understand, this indifference to my family crawled into my heart. At night, every family is brightly lit, talking and laughing. I am the only one walking in the street. Clouds float into the distance in the breeze, as if to convey blessings to people. Walking home slowly, there was a letter from my hometown in the mailbox, which was sent by my grandfather. Not much to say, just a blessing, and remind me that it's cold and put on more clothes. "Tick-tock", the mobile phone received a short message: "There is your favorite bean paste pie on the coffee table. Just try it. -mom "suddenly relieved. No matter how busy my family is, they always remember me. Aren't they working hard for me? Come to think of it, the moon is sunny and round, but it is always perfect. Families are separated, but hearts are always together.