2117 national college entrance examination composition selection

Beijing college entrance examination composition topic:

"You can't see the drizzle and wet clothes, but you can't listen to the silence when you fall asleep" is a poem written by Liu Changqing, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, in Bie Yan Shi Yuan.

Someone once understood this poem as follows: 1. This is a beautiful artistic conception to celebrate spring. 2. Idle flowers and drizzle express unknown loneliness. 3. Being invisible and inaudible does not mean doing nothing. It is a bleak way of life. 4. This artistic conception is no longer suitable for today's world ... Write a composition according to your opinion. The topic is self-made and the genre is not limited. More than 811 words.

Idle flowers in drizzle are all lonely

Idle flowers in drizzle are all lonely, so should literary heroes.

Loneliness is a broken red line, and you can hold on to it and wait silently for the matchmaker at the other end, even if that person is long gone.

"You can't see the wet clothes in the drizzle, but you can't hear the idle flowers when they fall to the ground." Every time I read this sentence, I can't help sighing the loneliness of drizzle and idle flowers. When the misty rain falls on the shirt bit by bit, who says this feeling is not torrential? Otherwise, how did you soak the whole dress? When the soft flowers are dancing, spinning and falling on the bluestone road, who says this feeling is not heroic? Otherwise, why is it covered with the whole path? However, they are "invisible" and "silent".

Everyone has a Hua Zhong in the depths of their hearts, where they bury those beautiful feelings that are not humane to others. And this Hua Zhong is locked by loneliness.

nalan is lonely. His good friend once sighed: "How many people know Nalan's heart when everyone is singing water words?" Undoubtedly, he is the son of Xiangguo, the bodyguard of the command, and everyone admires him. However, deep in his heart, there is a deep loneliness. He picked it up in the yard, but "why can't he say anything?" He can only sigh "I have been tracking for ten years." He yearns for plain and simple, but this desire is like the drizzle in the eyes of the world. No matter how cold he is, he is just silent. The loneliness of Nalan is a person's sadness.

Li Yu is also lonely. Wang Guowei said that he was "born in the palace and grew up in the hands of women". Children who urinate and sit in dragon chairs often have no friends. Even if you are intoxicated with money, you can't resist the loneliness of no one telling your heart in the dead of night. Especially after the downfall of the Southern Tang Dynasty, the hatred of home and country fell on this immature emperor, adding a touch of lonely gray to his mind. His loneliness is silent, but it is not invisible. With his own authenticity, he spread the lonely petals on the rice paper, turning them into "a river of spring water" and "the flowing water has gone out in spring, and it is on earth." There is a comment in "The Words of the World": "When the words arrived in Li Houzhu, they changed the words of the master into the words of the literati." Li Yu's loneliness was the sadness of that turbulent era, but it opened a new era of ci.

Lu You wrote "Red hands, yellow wine ..." in Shenyuan, which fixed loneliness in Tang Wan's memory. Wang Wei injected loneliness into the hearts of bosom friends when he sighed that "one person is missing in the dogwood". Yuan Zhen wrote "the ladies-in-waiting have grown white-haired, sitting idly talking about Xuanzong" in masculine handwriting. It tells the feelings of lonely souls in the deep courtyard of the red wall. The red line in the poet's hand is tied with a pen at the other end. After the huge emotion is precipitated, it turns into silence, and also into the driving force of writing, so that the idle flowers in the drizzle become powerful and indelible.

In fact, there are still some people who are lonely, even more than literature. Lin Zexu was demoted to Ili, and his loneliness was beyond the reach of ordinary people, but he sang, "Do you want the country to live and die, and avoid it because of misfortune?" Benefited one side of the people. Han Yu was sent to Chaozhou, and his daughter died on the way. His loneliness and lament turned into the driving force of governing the country. He started education and built water conservancy in that remote town, which was popular among all the people. The landscape of Chaozhou was named Han.

Their drizzle not only wetted their clothes, but also fell on the thick land, nourishing one side of the water and soil; Their idle flowers are not only paved with roads, but also deeply embedded in the land. "It is more protective to turn into spring mud." At the other end of their red line, they are ordinary people! They turn loneliness into motivation to "make a living for the world and the people".

A person's loneliness can be printed on books and engraved on monuments. This loneliness is beautiful and is for people to appreciate. But no monument can last forever. Han Yu's story tells us that the loneliness of those heroes is dedication, and we should look up respectfully.

The marking teacher's comments

In an age of "stressing about new words", in an age of "hip-hop" and "entertainment to death", how will a middle school student finish a composition for the college entrance examination in two and a half hours?

Therefore, we can see that more candidates chose to talk about "tranquillity", and let the great ancients Li Bai, Tao Yuanming and Su Shi prove their views in unison, although they don't know what is really tranquillity; More candidates chose to write "Beautiful Character of Spring", and let Hua Yiwei, Wang Shunyou, "Dust" and other people who "touched China" as factual arguments. Just as everyone lamented how difficult it is for the students who know least about loneliness to write an article on "What is loneliness", such an article appeared. So all the teachers who marked the six groups got excited, and each of them commented on one sentence-

The most prominent feature of this article is its profound conception and clear context. At the beginning of the article, the poem laments loneliness, and deepens the misty and gentle feeling of "drizzling flowers" into emotional heroic, that is, "everyone has a Hua Zhong in the depths of his heart" and "this Hua Zhong is locked by loneliness". Then take Nalan Xingde and Li Yu as examples to explain why loneliness is "the meaning of loneliness". The sixth paragraph lists Lu You, Wang Wei and Yuan Zhen, and sublimates loneliness into "silence after huge emotional precipitation, and also into the driving force of writing, so that the idle flowers in the drizzle become sonorous and indelible". The seventh paragraph goes further in content, saying, "A person's loneliness can be printed on a book and engraved on a monument. This loneliness is beautiful, and it is' expanded' for people to appreciate. Lin Zexu's and Han Yu's loneliness is dedication and people look up to it."

It can be seen from this article that the author has accumulated rich materials and profound thoughts, and it is an examination composition with great charm.

The essay topic of Shandong College Entrance Examination is:

Please write an 811-word essay with the title "Time Will Not Weathering Memories", make your own topic, choose your own theme and style, and the stylistic features are obvious. Out of 61 points.

There are always some memories in life on both sides of bloom

that are buried deep in our hearts. Although time flies, they will not lose their color and fragrance, but will become more vivid under the washing of time and become wealth that warms our lives.

Memory is a kind of flower, which blooms charming under the moist of time.

I still remember that Li Chunyan, a Han woman, married into Miao village and became the moon that lit up Miao family. In the diaojiao building where she lives, she tidied up the back of the IOUs under the dim light, and her posture of rushing to practice medicine in the cottage appeared in my memory again and again. The longer the time, the longer it moved me. Her selflessness, her dedication and her persistence are like a rose, which exudes the fragrance of great love and permeates the memory. The longer it takes, the stronger it becomes.

Memory is the fragrance of flowers, which is blown by the wind of time and drifts to further places.

I still remember the man named Wang Xueyuan in my memory, who resolutely stood up and uncovered the shady medical expenses. He was not afraid of losing his job, intimidation and revenge. He exposed the scandal to the light, and justice was done. His feat made us have a more transparent medical expenses system today. His bravery, his sacrifice, he is like a pure lotus, emitting the fragrance of righteousness, which permeates the memory, and the longer it takes, the stronger it becomes.

Memories are flowers on both sides of the long river of time. Time has not only not weathered them, but also nourished them and made them more beautiful.

I still remember Wang Shunyou, who taught me to be dedicated. I still remember Chen Jian, who has been guarding my friend's grave for 31 years, teaching me to keep my promise; I still remember Tai Lihua who danced avalokitesvara with thousands of hands and taught me to be unyielding. I still remember countless people who have helped me in my life and taught me to love ... They are all flowers beside the long river of memory, bathing me with fragrance. What they taught me has become the wealth of my life. They will not be weathered, but will spread to my heart with the wind and running water of time, infiltrating my whole body and benefiting my life.

these moved me, and the memories that made me grow up will never be weathered. On the contrary, they will bloom with charming flowers on both sides of the long river of time and decorate my life.

on both sides of bloom, memories will last forever.

Rose. Hometown

Xi Murong said: Memory is a rose without flowers/it will never fail.

it was many years after I left my hometown that I got the taste of this poem. Perhaps, "the sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water", but the memory of my hometown has become clearer after the polishing of time.

I often go back to my hometown in my dreams. It is a quiet mountain village. In the summer afternoon, it seems like a sleeping room, and there are always a few cheerful frogs and the cry of the old cow "moo-moo-". Sometimes I go back to the stream in front of the village and have fun with silly friends. The water often splashes on the rolled-up trouser legs ... People in the dormitory say that I often laugh in my dreams.

Time is like a wide river, flowing slowly over the levee, washing away the dust and refreshing the memory. The mountains, rivers, grass and trees in my hometown are vividly floating in front of my eyes. I have been in not fade away for six years. I often miss those simple folks. Do they also miss the wandering Yazi?

when I first arrived in the city, I clung to my brother-in-law's skirt and dared not let go. Those red candles, lights, melodious saxophone, fast-paced trains ... all came to me, and I was at a loss. The imaginary city should be more peaceful and simple, just like my hometown, which has been haunted for many years.

Time is sometimes slow, especially when I haven't received a letter from home for a long time. I circle every day of receiving letters with a bright red pen on the calendar board. For me, that day is the New Year, and it is the most memorable day. Circle, red sometimes scattered on every calendar, recording a lot of memories about my hometown. Calendars not only give me time clearly, but also give me many good memories. Perhaps this is the feeling of "root" that Mr. Yu Guangzhong said.

when you ask about your hometown, you often say in your reply what has changed and what has not. So the memory of my hometown is also a little bit trimmed, a little bit beautiful. Time has certainly changed the face of my hometown in the past, but it can't efflore her memory in my heart.

one day, I typed words in front of the keyboard, and it was full of memories of my hometown. The money order came every few days, and besides the remuneration, there was another sentence:

Memory is a rose without flowers/it will never fail-Xi Murong

Tears filled his cheeks the moment he got the document. I don't know who wrote this sentence to me specially. Maybe he/she is also a wanderer. The hometown in memory, the longer it takes, the more weight it has. How can time weather her memory in my heart?

My hometown, the flowerless rose in my heart, is in full bloom for thousands of years ...

Beijing: silent father's love

6 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 fell, and his legs were already dripping with blood. Finally, the child sat on the ground, crying and crying. 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 those empty eyes that make children 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 around and strode away. Behind him was a clash of metal and the ground. My father just turned his head carelessly, but his hand was 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 was surrounded by the crowd and walked onto the podium. Once again, I held the trophy high and cheered again. Holding the honor tightly, the child struggled to find his father under the constant flashing of the flash. In the crowd, he was the only one, and there was only one him in the audience seat. In an instant, the auditorium seemed empty, only the child and his father were looking at each other. Still so indifferent, still so disdainful. Father's empty eyes faded the radiant trophy. Standing up, he walked to his son, grabbed the trophy and gave it to the teacher backstage without hesitation. Two lines of tears flowed down involuntarily again, 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 his father, his wrinkles deepened and some gray was added to his black hair. Tears rolled in my eyes, repressed. In the blur, there is also some light in my father's indifferent eyes. The trembling hand reached out to his son, stopped in mid-air and shrank back. Pointed to the door, my father turned around again and did not move. Looking at his father's distant back. Near the corner, the father stopped, looked back, glanced and saw his son. The young man also stared at his father, and the tears that could not be suppressed finally flowed down. In silence, my heart is so warm, one step, two steps, three steps ... < P > Today.

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

My father, his feelings are like a gentle autumn rain and a gentle spring breeze. There are no ups and downs, but he is indifferent and silent.

silent fatherly love-I am very grateful for it.

Full score composition of the p>2117 Fujian College Entrance Examination:

The season

It's not late autumn yet, and leaves are everywhere in the Woods. Humanitarian "it's a cool autumn", but Lao Gen is boiling water in his stomach.

After smoking a pack of cigarettes, Laogen looked at the small root beside the sweet potato and said, "Baby, we can go to school tomorrow. You should study hard in the future, take the college entrance examination and immigrate in the future. Don't be a loser here all your life!" Little eyes lit up and didn't make any noise.

In the early morning, birds are singing everywhere in the Woods, as if to bid farewell to friends for many years. The old root led the small root, carrying a bag to take a ride to the county seat. A fallen leaf quietly fell into Xiaogen's bag and remained for a period of time.

Xiao Gen studied in a private high school, which was not only poor in teaching quality but also expensive in tuition, but he had no choice but to fail in the senior high school entrance examination. Watching my father take out a pile of crumpled bills and give them to the teacher, his heart is sour, but his mind is clear, and he always tells himself that he must study hard and live up to his expectations. It is still autumn.

The birds in the Woods are singing more happily. Lao Gen is sweeping the fallen leaves. When he sweeps his face, he will smile. It seems that it is not the fallen leaves, but his son's report card.

xiaogen sends letters home every month, so as not to be lonely.