1. What is intention?

What do you want to tell readers through your article - express a certain emotion, or elaborate on a certain idea. Concept, in layman's terms, can be understood as the central idea or theme or gist of writing.

2. The importance of conception

1. The conception is to give the article the "soul". Ideological content, organizational structure, and language expression.

2. The intention is to find a good "commander" for the article. The selection of materials, the arrangement of structure, the choice of expression techniques, and the use of language are all restricted by the theme and purpose.

3. The concept is related to the quality and level of the article. The intention is superb and novel, standing high and seeing far will provide great education and inspiration to people.

Zhuangzi said: "The most valuable thing about words is meaning."

Wang Fuzhi said: "The meaning is still handsome. Without handsome soldiers, it is called a riot. The meaning of articles throughout the ages High. ”

3. Conceptual standards

Correct and focused themes are only requirements for the basic level

Profound and novel themes are the standards for the development level

Fourth, a preliminary study on the method of establishing ideas.

(1) Question review:

1. Use questions to guide ideas.

Capture the key words in the title. A method to open up ideas by asking questions from different angles. Generally, you can ask questions such as "who, what, why, how" and so on, and ask and answer them yourself.

For example: Propositional composition, "I want to hold your hand"

Keywords: Hold

Whose hand to hold: Dad's hand, Mom's Hands, teachers' hands, friends' hands, strangers' hands...

Why should we hold (perception or emotion): misunderstanding, gratitude, enjoyment, happiness

2 , Explore the method of metaphor

(1) First write the original meaning and characteristics of the keywords

(2) Then write its meaning, so that the theme can be explored, Focused and profound.

Note: The moral is to capture the point that you are most familiar with and understand the most when writing an essay. Strive to write the composition with both emotion and richness.

For example: Proposition composition "Send someone a flower"

Original meaning: flower

Characteristics: beautiful, fragrant, bright...beautify the environment and convey emotions... …

The meaning of "flower": beautiful spiritual qualities: understanding, selfless dedication, understanding and trust...

(2) The idea of ??writing (inspired by teacher Cao Jinyuan's composition teaching " "National Excellent Composition Selection")

For our second-grade children, the articles are generally well written. We must cleverly create ideas in the writing

1. Write enough "tradition" to trigger "New voice", innovative ideas. The details of the main part are well described, and the techniques such as combining the front and side must be fully "traditional". Then lay out the background and lay the groundwork before triggering the "new voice". Finally, humanistic characteristics are integrated into physical characteristics to create a “new voice”.

Example: Battle of the Yellow River

Qiu Mingmao

I have only seen the Yellow River twice in my life, once by chance and once by accident.

In the summer of 2008, I set off for Zhengzhou. It was raining heavily that day, and the train drove across the Yellow River Bridge in Dongming County at an unusually slow speed. At that time, I was still immersed in sleep. Suddenly, there was a commotion in my ears, and several people with southern accents made a fuss: "Look, look, the Yellow River!" In an instant, I opened my eyes and looked through the thick glass and dense rain. Go out -

Under the bridge, the galloping Yellow River water is like a wild horse galloping down from west to east, one by one, whirlpools. Although looking at the gray old man, he took out his handkerchief and kept wiping his glasses. From the trembling lips, I could understand his excitement. For a long time after that, the train was enveloped in this excitement. The poker player tilted his head and thought, the joker lowered his voice, and even the child's crying was significantly reduced. Not long after Dongming, the old man got off the train. When collecting ten luggage, he said: Fortunately, the train was a little late, which allowed me to see the true appearance of the Yellow River.

A year later, I went to Dongying for business, and the trip was only three days. Unfortunately, when we were in Dongying, the pouring rain never stopped.

Leaning against the door, anxiously watching the rain that showed no signs of weakening, there was nothing I could do. My friend prepared exquisite wine and food and comforted me: "If you can't see the Yellow River, you can still see the rain scene!" We are nearly a thousand miles away, am I here to see the rain scene? My impatience was clearly shown on my face, so my friend had no choice but to take advantage of the rain to let down and hail a taxi.

When we arrived at the Yellow River, he and I each held a black umbrella and stood next to a private house. Surrounded by the endless Yellow River tidal flats, reeds and red flowers are overwhelming. If you pay a little attention, there are wild ducks and reeds whispering softly. Far away, there is where the Yellow River enters the sea. On the wide sea surface, there is a mother river that is already flowing very slowly. At the intersection, there is a long arc with clear distinctions. The other side of the line is so clear, but if you move your eyes a little, it's still murky. The Yellow River flows into the sea calmly, and the sea accepts the Yellow River calmly. It's not like two armies fighting against each other at all, it's clearly like a mother embracing another mother peacefully. Perhaps my friend was used to this kind of formation, so he urged me no less than eight times in just half an hour. But I didn't move until a stronger and more violent wind and rain swept away our black umbrella.

The owner of the private house probably heard the noise, walked across the hall and walked around to the front door, and dragged us into the house. I was quite embarrassed to go to the door and squeezed the rain off my clothes before I found Maza and sat down. The owners are a middle-aged couple who make tea and pour water. Soon we were chatting together. I said: Is this where the Yellow River flows into the sea? Why is it so peaceful? The hostess with a kind face was already squatting in front of the house door to kill the big carp from the Yellow River. While scraping the fish scales skillfully, she said with a smile: "What's the matter? I'm home!" She replied calmly. When the wandering wanderer returns home, does he still need a big battle?

Tips on techniques:

The main writing features of the article are:

First, the frontal description is combined with the side description, and the "tradition" is fully written.

The article describes the majestic and fierce "battle" of the Yellow River in the "heavy rain", using only more than 80 words. Words such as "like a wild horse" and "looking at everything" highlight its turbulence and arrogance. The terrifying momentum. The genius of the author's conception is that in the frontal description, he uses a lot of space to express the shocking power of the Yellow River rapids from the side: "several exclamations with southern accents", "jokes" or "looking down in thought", etc. The article also specially mentions a person The close-up shot of the gray-haired old man - "taking out a handkerchief and wiping his glasses constantly" - describes the old man's excitement. In short, this combination of side description and frontal description highlights the heroic spirit of the Yellow River torrent, and interprets the traditional strong attributes of the "Yellow River Water Culture" to stir people's hearts.

Secondly, lay out the background and lay the groundwork before triggering the "new voice".

It is not the main purpose of the article to write about "tradition". The article writes about "the encounter with the Yellow River after a lapse of one year". Before issuing a "new voice", the author cleverly creates suspense. First, "I" hired a taxi to go to the Yellow River despite the "heavy rain"; second, there were only reeds, water red flowers, wild ducks, and the slowly flowing Yellow River water on the vast tidal flats... What exactly did "I" love? Third, despite being urged eight times by friends, “I” still “didn’t come back” until “a stronger and more violent storm swept away our black umbrella.” Why did “I” have such determination? The description of these backgrounds is not idle writing, but is a foreshadowing text to trigger the "new voice" below. Its function is to make the "new voice" come out naturally and logically.

Finally, it integrates humanistic characteristics and physical characteristics to create a "new voice".

The method is "one question, one answer, one discussion": "Is the Yellow River entering the sea? Why is it so calm?" It focuses on physical attributes, based on the previous "presumptuous visit" that I saw this time. The feelings are very different; the eight-character reply of the owner of the private house is, "What's the matter? I'm home! It's down-to-earth, subtle and subtle, integrating humanistic feelings. The author, this triggered a comment "The wandering wanderer returns home, How much more serious battles are needed?" Asking the original intention, opening up new ideas, makes people leap forward. When the country is declining and the mountains and rivers are broken, the mother river roars with strength and unyielding, and the "hard" character spreads across China. Now the tidal flats are calm, The wild ducks "whisper", the middle-aged couple of the residents have a happy life, their words are "peaceful", and their faces are smiling, the mother river "slowly" flows into the sea, like "a wandering wanderer returning home", with "another mother's peaceful embrace" , how harmonious and intimate! At this time, the Yellow River water culture keeps pace with the times, showing its "soft" humanistic attributes.

At this time, the readers are still further letting their minds wander and grasping the main theme - the attributes of the mother river are both "hard" and "soft". The Chinese nation can not only face hardships with strength, but also love and cherish a prosperous and happy life of peace and pursue " The happy vision of "mother and mother embracing"... These are the new elements the author has injected into the mother river culture, and they are also the beautiful "new voices" triggered by the author after writing enough about the "tradition".

It is not a simple repetition, but an effective method to find differences in similarities, advance one level, and trigger accurate discussions and innovative ideas through progressive descriptions.

Example: Grind out the mellow fragrance of the soul.

Ji Kun

In my memory, the stone mill was still quietly wrapped in coarse linen clothes, standing steadily in the courtyard. Maybe others have long ignored you as an inconspicuous person, but your joint performance with my grandfather when I was a child has always been deeply engraved in my heart.

Grandpa scooped up a scoop of soaked golden soybeans and poured it into the round hole in the center of the stone mill, then threw the empty scoop into the barrel. He tightly grasped the thick wooden stick next to the stone mill with his hands as old as dry branches, hunched his shoulders, arched his back, exerted force on his legs, nailed the soles of his feet on the brick floor, pushed forward with both hands, and the stone mill finally came to rest. With the push given to him by the outside world, he slowly moved his body with a "squeaky" sound in his throat. The "clack" sound of the beans rubbing against the polished surface of the stone soon dissipated. Any bean that encounters a stone mill will wave the white flag obediently. The bean dregs adhere to the ditch dug in the stone mill pit, and the fine white slurry flows along the stone mill wall into the wooden barrel. After a while, the fragrance of beans filled the cabin. I am satisfied with this reassuring aroma and the tranquility of this moment, for fear that my breathing will weaken this rich bean fragrance.

Sometimes the stone mill will meet broad beans on a narrow road. This is when the stone mill spins more slowly, and Grandpa lets go of the sweaty wooden stick. Shimo also took advantage of the gap to adjust his status and gather strength to prepare to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop. After the grandfather stretched his muscles and bones, he poured beans into the round hole, and with one breath, he tightened his arms exposed in the air. Shi Mo was not afraid of those broad beans that stubbornly faced him with hard armor, using his rough body to Shape broad beans into what they should be. At the moment when the broad beans were flattened by the stone mill, I felt inexplicably happy. Broad beans are much larger than soybeans, and Shi Mo will also feel powerless. However, Shi Mo does not slack off in his work. Instead, he fights with a positive and tough attitude, and then triumphs.

The stone mill spins in endless circles, grinding endless beans, and is tireless. I stare at you. You seem clumsy and clumsy, but in fact you are as wise as a fool. When I ask you silently in my heart, I am also asking myself: "Are you tired?" You seem to be answering me with a "Gulu" sound: "Tired, although I am afraid of those broad beans, but I have my own talents, and I dare to cross over." The stumbling block of the soul. "I was stunned. A different feeling spread in my blood and beat with my heart. The phoenix rises from the ashes, transforms into a butterfly from its cocoon, the fear reaches its extreme, the temperature has already been overloaded, but what is there to be afraid of?

A stone grinds beans, just as a person grinds his soul. Suffering is like a bean, and we must also face the waves like a stone mill, grinding away the suffering and making our souls mellow.

The evening breeze was blowing slightly, and the aroma of the bean dregs left on the stone mill seemed to be lingering around me. I knew that the stone mill had fallen asleep. Accompanied by the fragrance of wild grass wafting from outside the village, I fell asleep to the singing of nightingales.

Comments: This study uses the technique of "sublimating the idea through layered description" to a high level.

The article describes a two-act short play performed by "Grandpa" and "Shimo".

The protagonists of the first act are stone mills and soybeans. Although grandpa’s hands are as old as dead branches, he must “hunch his shoulders and arch his back” and “struggle” to push forward when grinding the pulp. , the stone grinder made a "squeaking" sound and moved away, but this work was pretty ordinary, and the result was that "the beans that were grinded by the stone all waved the white flag obediently"

Serving the fragrant white beans Pulp.

In the second act, the protagonist is replaced by a broad bean with a large size and "hard armor". Grandpa and Shi Mo face a fierce battle on a narrow road, and the difficulty is obviously a level higher - Grandpa's The arms were "tight and exposed in the air" and had to "move their muscles and bones" from time to time to adjust their condition. Shi Mo sometimes felt "out of power"... But Grandpa and Shi Mo finally faced off with a positive and strong attitude, and then triumphed.

With such a progressive description of scenes as a foreshadowing. Next, "from things to people, innovative ideas" will come naturally.

The author "turns things to oneself" and talks about suffering; from oneself to others, he cleverly uses metaphors like "sufferings are like beans" and "we are like stone mills" to show the meaning - "face difficulties, grind them down, and let the soul change." "Get the mellow fragrance"; and finally express the joy of "singing to a fragrant pillow" while sleeping, which adds a layer of poetry to the innovative idea. Obviously, if you only write about the scene of grinding soybeans, the article will appear to be thin in material, and the support for the idea will not be strong enough. This is because the description of the scene of broad beans is the sublimation of the article's purpose, and the author's understanding of life is rational. Thinking is also deeper.

Our children’s composition (polished again)

Taste of the New Year

Ding Yao Runyang

The days seem to flow slowly through the fingers, At that time, the calendar was torn open one by one, and the blank bottom page was finally revealed. The Spring Festival has arrived as scheduled. But I was surprised to find that the deep memory left for me on New Year’s Eve was the plates of golden spring rolls fried to a golden color.

On New Year’s Eve, the family started making spring rolls in the morning. Take out the fresh leek yellow, meat filling and spring roll wrappers from the refrigerator. They are still cold and dripping with water.

Wash the leek yellow and cut it into thumb-long pieces. Add the thawed meat filling to the chopped green onions and leek yellow. Stir evenly, then chop it with a knife to separate the meat. Some will be packed soon. Add some cornstarch to cold boiled water and mix into a very thick gel. Peel the separated spring roll skins one by one and spread them out on the table. Put the prepared stuffing on the skins, squeeze them into a rectangle and make them even. Wrap the front fillings with the back skins. After rolling them twice, wrap the side skins as well. Turn it over to make the meat more solid. When sealing, add some prepared juice to fix the spring roll skin and prevent it from falling apart. The wrapped spring rolls are long and thin. All four sides are folded inwards like small corners.

Our family sat at the table making spring rolls. Everyone is sitting on a small bench with spring rolls wrapped in their hands. Our family was chatting and laughing, but we wrapped the spring rolls very quickly. Looking at the neat rows of spring rolls, I even saw how golden they looked when they came out of the pan, and I was salivating.

When the spring rolls are cooked, it is already evening. At this time, thousands of houses are lit up. As the evening goes on, the flavor of the New Year becomes stronger. There are sounds of firecrackers outside, and Spring Festival couplets full of people's best wishes for the New Year. There are joyful scenes everywhere, and the air is filled with the smell of happiness.

The spring rolls are tumbling in hot oil, floating on the oil, and the fragrant yellow chives are fried. The milky-yellow skin turned into golden yellow little by little, and tiny particles bulged out from the originally smooth surface. The oil rolls in the gaps between the spring rolls, and you can vaguely see the oil and meat blending together in the thin areas. With the help of leek yellow and green onions, the meat becomes fresh but not fishy or greasy. It also has the essence of meat.

The freshly baked spring rolls are crispy and fragrant. Oil and water seep out from the meat when you bite them, making them very hot. I can’t wait to swallow it but can’t bear to part with it...

I love the spring rolls we packaged together because they can be savored together at a family reunion. The plates of spring rolls on New Year's Eve left an unforgettable taste in my heart and will remain in my life forever. Like the living people and the touching love, they will always warm my heart...

Chen Xinyu

When you are old and your hair is gray, please lean on my shoulder, enjoy the old time, and spend the rest of your life warmly...

The nostalgia for the past is like the halo of the setting sun, rippling in my heart; the outlook for the future is like the wild geese in autumn, flying high above the head; a thousand words on the dining table Ten thousand words, after toasting, turned into a crisp sound that lasted for a long time...

Grandpa looked very happy, with a red light on his wrinkled face, "Come on, let's drink together, Let’s watch the Spring Festival Gala together later!” “Okay!” We agreed, took a sip of the drink, and continued talking and laughing. After the meal, grandma was busy collecting dishes, washing dishes, and wiping the table. When her mother wanted to help, her grandma pushed her out of the kitchen and said, "Go and get ready and watch TV." Her cloudy eyes were filled with joy. Grandpa picked up his little black bag with a broken zipper, held it close to the light, and rummaged through it with his wrinkled hands. Finally, he turned it over, took out a brand new small TV with a smile, and put it on the table with a smile. , looked at the clock with a smile, and greeted us with a smile.

Dad waved his hand and turned around to send New Year greetings to a large group of colleagues, leaders, and classmates. My mother told my brother to take a bath quickly.

Grandpa was anxious. He suddenly saw me and called me hurriedly. I blushed hotly, "Well, I have to do my homework." "Oh, really." Grandpa lowered his head and muttered in despair. I quickly slipped into the room, my heart pounding.

Halfway through, I went out to find something to eat and walked through the living room. Grandpa and grandma were sitting on the sofa, very close to each other. A sketch was playing on the small TV. They were so happy that they squeezed their eyes together. The light shone softly on them, making people want to cry. I looked towards other rooms. My father was sitting under the lamp, still sending messages. My mother and brother were already asleep. This is what grandpa said in a low voice, and grandma nodded in response. The two of them chatted. As I watched, the scene of them holding hands and walking together when they were young seemed to appear in my mind. The program on the TV had changed to Singing and dancing, cheerful songs ripple in the air, this is called the flavor of the New Year! Grandpa posted the word "福" and Spring Festival couplets on the walls and doors. This is called the flavor of the New Year! Grandma finally put on her red cotton-padded jacket, this is called the flavor of the New Year!

With the ban on setting off fireworks and firecrackers, the feeling of everyone having fun together is no longer found during the New Year. I am afraid that only people of the older generation like grandparents will cherish the wonderful time of the New Year and cherish the taste of the New Year that is gradually passing away. With the development of science and technology, people's lives are getting faster and faster, and traditional culture has become flowers and plants on the roadside. If you don't have time to take a glance, I am afraid that only the older generation like grandparents will seriously talk to each other. Stay with them and wait for the new year. I can't help but be moved by them.

The New Year's bell rang suddenly, and cheers came from the TV. Grandma was still leaning on Grandpa's shoulder, and Grandpa was still watching TV with a smile, and suddenly thought of a song: "...until we are old and can't go anywhere, you still treat me as a treasure in your hand, the most romantic thing I can think of , just growing old with you..."

Li Junda

Children living in big cities always like fast food. In the bustling commercial streets, there are always a few small farmhouses, which are often empty, but that restaurant is the one I go to most...

The last time I went to this restaurant was during the Spring Festival. As soon as you enter the door, you can see a family of four eating wontons. What crystal-clear wontons they are! The pink and tender meat bulges the white wonton skins on the outside, like flexible little pink balls, and like jellyfish, swaying in the soup. The soup was even more refreshing and as transparent as boiled water. But it smells like a field.

I also ordered a bowl, and then followed the chef into the kitchen. The chef was an old man. Although he was wearing a mask, his weather-beaten face could still be seen. He skillfully added firewood to the large earth stove, and the flames turned into red jellyfish and floated upward. He first poured water into the pot. The pot was surprisingly big. We city dwellers had never seen an earthen stove, so naturally we wanted to go up and touch it, but the old man stopped me and I stopped.

While the water was boiling, the old man started to make wontons: spread a ball of meat filling with chopsticks, stuff it into the wonton wrapper, and wrap it up. One wonton was ready, and it took no more than thirty seconds. When we arrived, a plate of wontons was ready. The old man opened the lid of the pot and poured the wontons in. At the same time, he added seasonings. First, he sprinkled a pinch of salt, a small spoonful of sugar, and a small spoonful of soy sauce. A few drops of vinegar, stirring constantly, and after a while it was fished out.

When it is first taken out of the pot, it is not very fragrant and has no taste. However, you can add dried shrimps and pickled mustard. Add some and it will become fragrant and taste better. It smelled from the inside out. I poured a little more vinegar into the bowl and took a sip of the soup - it was sour but not astringent, salty but not greasy. I chewed on the wontons and the meat was crispy and the skin was smooth, sweet and delicious.

After eating a bowl of wontons and then walking out, people are still coming and going on the street, and people queuing up at the fried chicken restaurant are still queuing up. People have not slowed down their pace of life, but after tasting such a bowl of wontons At that time, the world really slowed down, life was no longer bitter, and everything was sweet!

Life cannot stop, and the world is also changing. Too many people are obsessed with fashion and forget tradition, and ignore our traditional food. Man follows the earth, the earth follows the sky, heaven follows the Tao, and the Tao follows nature. , adhering to the laws of nature, I will remember the traditional taste - gourmet taste, human touch; inheriting the times, I will respect nature, spread the taste of Chinese food, and inherit our authentic Chinese taste!

Lin Zongxin

In my memory, my grandmother’s house always smelled of the alluring aroma of avocado.

In the New Year, every household must prepare an essential food - oil fruit. The time we children look forward to most. Not lucky money, not toys, but these oily fruits that make us salivate.

Grandma is from a wealthy family, and there are many more children who come to grandma’s house to eat oil fruits than other families. My friends and I came back from playing, and from a distance I saw my grandma busy on the earthen stove, pushing and pulling the bellows with one hand, and stirring in the pot with the other. Many children had already gathered at the door. They were all holding the door open, staring straight at the oily fruits in the pot. I couldn't help but quicken my pace, and ran towards the house in three steps at a time, squeezing in from the children. Go stand next to grandma.

Grandma skillfully put the pieces of tofu she had cut into the boiling oil pan. With a "Zila" sound, the drops of rapeseed oil were jumping in the pot like little grasshoppers. At this time, there will always be some naughty children pushing forward, always wanting to be the first to eat this golden fruit, and grandma will always laugh: "Hey, be careful, stand back, don't get burned." But. The group of kids took a step back, but stretched their necks even longer. The tofu in the pot gradually turned golden under my grandma's skillful hands, and the outer skin gradually became crispy. I shouted from the side: "Okay! It's done! Grandma, it's done!" I shouted while wiping my saliva.

Grandma took out the fried fruits and put them into the prepared bowls, five or six per person. We ate at the doorstep, pinching one in each hand and putting it in our mouths. "Yeah! It's hot." He quickly dropped the fruit. Put it to your mouth, blow on it carefully, and take a bite eagerly. "Squeak" oil immediately overflowed from the mouth. The crispy outer skin of the fruit immediately attracted my taste buds as soon as I entered it. After eating in two or three bites, our hands and mouth were all covered with oil. Everyone pointed at each other and laughed, making a prank and secretly smearing a handful on their friends' faces. The fragrance of the oil fruit filled the air with laughter and laughter.

That fragrant oil fruit, this softness and longing that belongs to my childhood has always existed. I will definitely remember her in my heart forever. This familiar fragrance is accompanied by a different feeling, which is very subtle. , is a kind of touch, a kind of joy, and a kind of constant dependence.

The composition of the second grade children has made great progress and deserves praise!

Please forgive my mismatch between pictures and text.