Full score essay
A candidate from Shanghai
You may not believe it, but I have an unusual hobby - washing dishes.
Many people always feel that washing dishes is a burden after a big meal. Just like some people don't want to do laundry after taking a shower, but always finish the laundry in a hurry. Because of this, some trivial beauties in life are ignored. Others find washing dishes a hardship, but I find it a pleasure.
Immerse the greasy dishes in a basin full of foam, wipe them carefully with a thick rag, and then rinse them with clean water. The original sticky dishes will immediately become Be smooth and clean. I stacked the blue-rimmed porcelain bowls with water drops on them neatly, like pieces of exquisite art. Wipe off the water droplets again, and a sense of accomplishment will arise spontaneously. More importantly, after the oil stains were washed away, I felt as if something in my heart had disappeared with the water and became delicate and fresh. Have you ever had that wonderful feeling?
Every morning, the whole family is as busy as charging into battle. The adults are busy going to work and the children are busy going to school. The last person to leave is always responsible for washing the rice bowls used by the family. Sometimes even Was left until evening. Everyone eats lunch separately at work or school, so only dinner symbolizes family reunion and relaxation. After dinner, washing dishes naturally becomes an opportunity for me to show my filial piety, and I always enjoy it. While washing dishes, I talk and laugh with my family, and I don’t feel tired at all. If the song "Shu Shua Shu" is playing on the TV at this time, on a whim, I will dance with my chopsticks, tap the bowl, and hum along with the music. Occasionally I look up at the lights outside the window, thinking that maybe there is the same atmosphere under every lamp, and I can't help but be intoxicated. Under the warm light, a green-white halo flowed on each bowl. Every time at this time, a touch of warmth and a faint sense of satisfaction will surge in my heart.
For me, washing dishes is not only housework, but also a way to nourish life. Whenever friends and family get together for a dinner, the question after the meal is over is "who washes the dishes?" I said: "I'll wash it, I have this hobby." So others said that I have a "hard-working sense of humor". Hahaha, with such a good reputation, why not do it?
Someone said to me: "If you were asked to work as a dishwasher, you would definitely not be so happy." I think so. Only such a beautiful family life can make me think about it carefully. To the trivial and ordinary sweetness.
Brief review
I didn’t expect that such a small incident as washing dishes could allow the author to write such a beautiful "big article". Whether it is the process of washing dishes or the details of washing dishes, everything is laid out with ease and there is no sense of artificiality. For example, when washing the dishes, "the sticky dishes immediately became smooth and clean", this scene description is very appropriate; another example is after washing the dishes, "the bowls were covered with a layer of bluish-white halo" , so beautiful; when describing inner feelings, the sentence "a hint of warmth and a faint sense of satisfaction surges up" is even more realistic. Finally, when everyone regards washing dishes as "my" "hard-working humor", the sentence "With such a good reputation, why not do it" better demonstrates the author's thoughts and feelings of loving labor and loving life.
I feel very happy
A candidate from Shanghai
My mother has been looking a lot haggard recently. Yes, she is too tired for this family!
My mother is very busy at work and has heavy housework. In addition, I am in junior high school, which makes her even more worried. It's a holiday, so mom should have a good rest. For this reason, I have been thinking: What can I do for my mother?
Looking around: Mom has washed the clothes cleanly; Mom has wiped the floor so that people can be seen; the food has been bought, washed, and cut, and is waiting to be cooked. . Alas, there is nothing I can do to help. I was lying on the sofa doing nothing, picked up a magazine, and flipped through it carelessly. Suddenly, a line of small words came into my eyes: "combing your hair can activate your blood circulation, eliminate fatigue, and refresh your mind. Combing your hair for a long time is good for your physical and mental health." ..."
"Relieve fatigue?" I immediately became energetic when I saw it.
That's right, why not give mom the "right medicine"?
I mysteriously walked up to my mother with a comb and said, "Mom, I know you have been tired for a while. Sit down on the sofa and have a rest. I will comb your hair." , the book said, combing your hair can eliminate fatigue. "My mother leaned on the sofa obediently and closed her eyes happily. I took the comb and ran it along my mother's hair, gently combing it from the middle to both sides. Suddenly, I was surprised to find that there were a few dazzling silver strands in my mother's dark and beautiful hair. What's going on? You know, my mother is not yet forty years old! Oh, this is all for our family! The hand holding the comb doesn't work at all. The attentive mother obviously noticed it and asked quickly: "Baby, what's wrong with you?" I quickly rubbed my eyes with my hands and said, "No, it's nothing, a hair touched my eye." After that, I continued to comb. stand up.
"Ouch!" My mother suddenly called softly, the voice was very small, but I still heard it. It turned out that the comb had twisted some of my mother's hair. I quickly slowed down the pace and combed slowly and carefully; my mother closed her eyes and was completely immersed in this extremely warm atmosphere. Time passed by minute by second. I stretched and was about to say: "Okay!" But seeing my mother's comfortable and satisfied look, I couldn't bear to stop, so I leaned down and combed it gently... …
Sheep have the kindness of kneeling down to breastfeed, and crows have the kindness of feeding back. When family affection, the sweetest bond in the world, gradually becomes a luxury, I call out from the bottom of my heart: Honor your parents without waiting, even if it is a foot wash, a warm word, or a combing of hair.
I always feel happy when I comb my mother’s hair.
Brief Comment
Sometimes, a sentence, a smile, and an action can make the article come alive. This article is just about a scene of combing hair, but because of personal experience and real feelings, ordinary events become dazzling. The success of this essay lies in the characterization of details. For example, when describing the scene of "I" helping my mother comb her hair, through the mother's two movements of "leaning" and "closing", her happiness suddenly appeared on the paper. Another example is when "I" discovered my mother's white hair, the detail of "rubbing my eyes with my hands" vividly demonstrated the complex psychology of "I" who was moved but wanted to hide it. However, the examinee did not stop there, but continued to push forward. While "leaning down and gently combing it again", he expressed such deep emotions as "Sheep have the kindness to kneel down to breastfeed, and crows have the meaning of feeding back." In this way, small things take on the glory of thought and emotion.
I feel very happy
A candidate from Shanghai
My grandfather is an old Chinese medicine doctor, and his home is always filled with all kinds of traditional Chinese medicine. I always like to hold a stool and sit quietly watching my grandpa grind medicine and make soup. When the wisps of medicinal smell gradually filled the whole room, my heart was drunk.
When I was a child, I often played in my grandfather’s drug store. The tall and sturdy counter, the dark brown paint surface, and the yellowed and old labels are the entire "scenery" of the drug store. A small scale and a pair of skillful hands, constantly shuttling between the heavy medicine cabinets, this is probably my grandfather's daily work. The corner of his mouth was slightly raised, perhaps imagining whether there were people in the distant mountains who gently picked these herbs, dried them, and tasted them. He would often put one or two slices of licorice into my mouth like magic, and the sweet taste lingered on my tongue, as if life was wonderful.
My childhood was spent drinking bowls of brown medicinal soup. Grandpa's rickety back, the gas coming out of the medicine jar, and the blue flames constantly licking the bottom of the medicine jar are all fixed in the fragments of time. At that time, my grandfather would always hold a white porcelain bowl and two pieces of rock candy in his hand, hand it to me with a smile, and say: "Good medicine is bitter and good for the disease. My dear, you will be well after drinking the medicine." But I often Knocking over the medicine bowl willfully made grandpa worry a lot.
On the sickbed, I could only pass the time by reading and drawing, so I learned many beautiful names from the shabby Chinese herbal medicine books at home, including Angelica dahurica, Pinellia ternata, Ziwan, and Qingdai. ...Grandpa took the trouble to tell me their efficacy.
Everything is so vibrant. At that moment, her heart felt so happy and warm.
Oh, the girl sitting quietly in front of the window is none other than me!
Brief Comment
Also telling a happy story, the examinee in this article used a lot of pen and ink to exaggerate his own depression. This reverse approach to the idea not only has a brilliant effect, but also makes ordinary content suddenly appear new. Different from other articles, this article has a gradual change process in its psychological display of Meizizi. In order to write this emotional change in a natural and real way, the candidate obviously put a lot of thought into it. When the protagonist first sees the scenery outside the window, the article says that it "soothes away the boredom and fatigue in her heart"; when she is intoxicated by it, the article says that her "body is as light as a swallow, as if she is about to fly"; and finally when she "shakes her head free and easy" ”, the feeling of warmth and joy was beyond words. Due to the strong foreshadowing, the expression of emotions seems real and natural. What's even more clever is that at the end, the candidate's pen suddenly turns and falls on himself, which is really wonderful.