When I walk in the street with dim lights, the warm and clear song gradually rings in my mind, like the quiet moonlight, boarding in my heart, washing my soul bit by bit. ...
I like music. Whenever I am alone, I will listen to some songs as calm as water. Whenever I am in a hot place, I will rock myself; Whenever I feel sad, I will count the beats, accompanied by music with a clear sense of rhythm; Whenever summer comes, I will listen to melodious songs and catch the shadow of the sun; Whenever I belong to myself, I will walk into music, get close to music and isolate the whole world. I am the only one who is presumptuous. ...
Music is the only family that can comfort me when I have no choice but to move on. He is not only the spice of my life, but also the spiritual nectar that moistens my soul. Whenever my mood is mixed, whenever I accidentally lose all hope, I will choose to wear headphones and skillfully cycle a song, as if I were moved by the voice from the depths of my soul, which is so infectious ... I often dress up my world with music, as if I wander around any corner of the world, there will be songs with background music, just like I am the protagonist in a movie, and music is like a gentle rain.
The charm of language is difficult to express in words, but music can, and people don't need to analyze sentence by sentence. As long as you feel the same way, maybe an ordinary song will make people cry ... I admire every singer, who can touch the ears of every audience, just like a dazzling stage, where music and music wander, no matter you are a creator or an audience, you can appreciate the beauty.
Music is something that everyone should pursue. For me, it exists like water, and I can't live without it ... May music accompany me all my life, and may that sincerity last forever.
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
This article is a lyrical prose full of philosophy, and the alliteration at the beginning is both imposing and dark. A large number of parallelism and figurative sentences are used, which are extremely vivid, such as "skillfully circulating a song, as if touched by a voice from the depths of the soul", full of appeal and persuasion. Structured and ambitious.
Dew of my soul, night sky, deep blue, starry and charming. The air is full of the scent of violets. That equal love, like a drop of dew, lit up my heart and intoxicated the whole person.
My friends and I are in the bustling city at night, standing in the noise and traffic, and the blooming neon lights are dotted with the beauty of the night. Under the colorful neon lights, strangers retreat, and beggars with long hair come on. They bowed to passers-by, and their dirty rice bowls reached out to passers-by and smiled humbly. The friend said disdainfully, "These people have hands and feet, don't work by themselves, and use us to make dirty money. Now this society ... ""Yes! You can give up on yourself and not rely on your own misery, which is the most despised. " I echoed it.
When the big screen lit up, we all looked up: the libraries in this area should be opened to the whole society first. The beggar walked into the library with his head held high. "How can this library let beggars in? How dirty! " "There are still people who are so stupid now, for hype!" I stood under the screen and meditated-"I have no right to refuse them to go in to study, but you have the right to choose to leave." The curator's words woke me up like a dream. Yes, everyone is equal before knowledge, and those who look down on others are also belittling themselves. "What did I do ... just do it?" Those beggars also have secrets, and people won't do it unless they have to. Let's respect everyone around us with an equal heart, let the flower of respect never fade, and let the fragrance of respect overflow the world. My friend's whisper was still in my ear, and I patted him on the shoulder with a smile. "Life is alive, nine times out of ten. Why can't you learn to put yourself in others' shoes? " At the beginning of life, human nature is good, so why not look on the bright side? Everyone has the right to acquire knowledge, and we should pay tribute to them! Go, read!
Warming our hearts with words is the most precious and intimate thing. The curator's words nourish our hearts bit by bit, lingering in my heart like dew.
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
This kind of narration is true, cordial and natural. It expresses "the nectar of my soul" with small things in daily life, giving readers a real and vivid feeling. The scenery description at the beginning of the article is wonderful, and it also provides sufficient potential energy for the following plot. Finally, ask questions with endless aftertaste.
The dew in my heart is like the dew in the morning, fresh and crystal clear; Motherly love is like plum blossoms in the cold wind and winter, with a faint fragrance; Motherly love, like a colorful book, gives you endless spiritual strength; Motherly love is like an altar of wine, which lingers in Micari for a long time.
It was a dead of winter night, with heavy snow and strong wind. But my cabin is warm and comfortable. I am doing my homework. It suddenly occurred to me that I asked my mother to help me buy art supplies in the morning. I ran to the living room and hugged my mother for it. My mother paused for a moment, and then stammered, "I ... seem to have forgotten to buy it." My hand slowly came down. "What shall I use tomorrow?" I roared with heartbreak. I picked up the cup and threw it underground. My mother was frightened and quickly said to me, "Don't be angry, I'll buy it for you."
The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the stationery store is so far away from my home, so my mother is in poor health ... My mother walks forward step by step in the cold wind outside the window, her hands tightly inserted in her pockets, and her body is tight together ... I can't help but feel sad when I look at her distant back.
8: 00, 9: 00, 10: 00 ... Time passed and touched my heart. I was anxious and annoyed, so I put on my coat and ran out of the house to find my mother. In the dark night, the wind rolled up the snow and hit my face, and the whole world was hazy. A figure came into view. His head was deeply buried in the scarf, and his hands clung to his pockets for fear of falling. "Mom, mom ..." I shouted and rushed to my mother, who excitedly picked up the bag. "Daughter, look at watercolor paint!" When I took the watercolor paint, my mother's hands were freezing cold, but the watercolor paint box was so warm. A plum blossom on the box is blooming brightly under the heavy snow, just like a mother. No matter how headstrong the child is, the mother always welcomes her with full love and tolerates her. My mother and I walked home hand in hand, and our hearts were closer. It snows this winter and it is no longer cold.
Bits of maternal love are like pure dew, nourishing my heart and growing up happily with me!
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
This is a narrative-oriented exercise. The author pays attention to expressing the characters through the details of life, which is very vivid. In the process of narration, I can realize that "mother's love is like pure dew, nourishing my heart and growing up happily with me", which is very touching.
The dew in my heart, "I can't see the rain wet my clothes, and I can't hear the idle flowers falling", is the best portrayal of spring. The misty spring rain is thin, oblique and soft floating on the face, bringing fresh and fragrant flowers and plants. In the face of the spring rain, people seldom hold umbrellas, but always look up at the sky and let the misty rain kiss their cheeks, encroach on their clothes and moisten their hearts. It is about to enter the hot summer, and the summer in Chongqing is as innocent as a stove. The sun is shining and the sun is burning. I not only miss the warm and cool spring!
Beautiful flowers and plants thrive under the moisture of rain and dew, shed thin dust, and the petals and branches and leaves appear more bright and crystal clear. A breeze blew, and the green leaves and petals drifted away with the wind, fell into the dust and flew into the pond. Swallows dance in front of the eaves; The lotus pond smiles; Lovers are holding hands, but walking among flowers and in the shade. ...
People who have worked hard for a day, in this continuous and silky drizzle, have forgotten the troubles of the day and restored their peaceful hearts.
"Invisible, silent" is a realm, a calm and detached return to nature and integration into nature. In this materialistic and materialistic era, everyone is under great pressure. The competition for further education, the hardship of employment and the burden of family are unbearable. In order to gain the appreciation of leaders and the praise of colleagues, people work hard; In order to get higher professional titles and more promotion opportunities, people should study and study day and night; In order to make family members live better and children receive a good education, people should rack their brains, strive to broaden their financial resources and generate income in various ways. Just like Li Bai's poem: "Shu Dao is difficult to pass, it is difficult to go to the sky, and the smell turns pale." In the face of severe reality, people become utilitarian and impetuous. All they think about and see is power and money. Without a peaceful attitude, a friendly attitude, and no leisure to watch flowers and listen to the rain, life will become vulgar and boring. Such a person is sad, he can only be regarded as a slave to fame and fortune, not his own master. The master of life must have a calm and peaceful heart, which can not only appreciate nature, but also conform to nature and follow the law. Only in this way can he work with peace of mind and live a good life!
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
At first glance, this article knows that the author has an extraordinary language foundation. The pen is a poem and an anthropomorphic sentence, which is already wonderful! The ending pays attention to the beginning one by one, which not only points out the characteristics of the nectar of my soul, but also deeply responds to the content in the middle, giving people encouragement and encouragement. And the deep meaning of the middle content is convincing!
Ordinary touch I am a sentimental girl. I am often easily moved by many things in my life, perhaps a small detail in my life, a touching scene on TV, a concern from my mother, an encouragement from my teacher and a heart from my friend. ...
Snow is falling, and the weather is very cold. I reluctantly walked out of my warm home and went outside in the snow and ice. The road was slippery, so I walked carefully for fear of falling to the ground. People who come and go to work and school on the road all leave in a hurry for fear of being late. There will be the sound of wrestling from time to time. At this moment, at a corner, two cyclists collided, and the pedestrians gradually slowed down, waiting for the good show to begin.
The chicken soup in one person's thermos spilled all over the floor and part of it got on another person's clothes. I thought to myself: there may be disputes! However, what I never expected was that the man with chicken soup on his clothes got up from the ground, hurried to help another person and repeatedly said, "Brother, I'm really sorry. I was in a hurry and accidentally bumped into you. Don't be angry. How much is the chicken soup? I will pay. " The man who was helped up felt guilty and said, "How can you blame this? I am a cyclist with one hand. This isn't it? I fell down and got you into trouble. I am the one who should say sorry! " In this way, a possible quarrel was resolved peacefully with the tolerance of the two. The onlookers dispersed. I walked on, and the scene just now, just like engraved in my mind, lingered and moved me.
My attention was focused on that matter just now. I accidentally bumped into someone and almost fell down. A pair of big hands propped me up, and I was about to fall. The owner of the big hand-the man who was almost knocked down by me. My heart was touched again. In life, pay attention everywhere, there are many ordinary things, but they are very touching. These touching things all contain love and care, tolerance and generosity between people. Ordinary and moving, moving extraordinary.
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
This essay is full of philosophy, and life is beautiful because of "ordinary touch". Reading articles gives people a kind of positive energy and makes life warm and bright in various states. The language is concise, easy to understand, rich in meaning, simple in thinking and intriguing.
Exciting sports meeting "There will be a sports meeting tomorrow, please be prepared psychologically." When the Chinese teacher left, the classroom suddenly became lively. Some say they run fast, others say they jump far, and everyone has their own opinions. At this time, Xin Liang, the "funny king", said, "I want to take part in the competition, because I run fast, and all the leaves on the tree must fall off with a whoosh." This sentence made the whole class laugh.
In order to take part in the sports meeting, the students came to school early. Some of them are full of spring breeze, some are full of energy, some are nervous ... The teacher came into the classroom, announced the list of students participating in various competitions, and led us to the playground. She asked the students to practice first and get ready for the game. Some of them practice high jump, some practice running, some practice softball, and some practice long jump on the spot ... At this time, the playground is both happy and nervous.
The competition began, and all the students who participated in the competition returned to their respective venues. Some other students are encouraging, some are cheering for their classmates, and some are shouting and cheering. The venue is very lively.
Look, here is a race, the students run like rabbits, there is a softball game, the students throw farther than one, in the distance, the long jump seems as light as a swallow, very intense ... Alas, it is not easy for me to be a cheerleader, and my voice is hoarse.
Finally, the relay race in the afternoon. Our class lined up to enter the stadium. The teacher handed the baton to the first student in each class. Only when the starting gun rang did the students rush out of the starting line like arrows. The students passed the baton to each other, and it was my turn. My heart beats like a deer. I reached out my hand, grasped the stick tightly and ran as fast as I could. Gradually, I passed the classmates who ran in front. I didn't hold our class back. "I'm so happy!
The sports meeting is finally over. When we returned to the classroom, the teacher told us with a big smile: "Our class won the first place in the relay race!" " ""great! " The students cheered.
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
This is a narrative, and the author describes an exciting sports meeting. The article directly points out the sports meeting at the beginning, which leads to the following narrative. Disadvantages: the details are not properly described. The author narrates the process of the sports meeting one by one, without focusing on a certain part, which seems a bit of a running account.
Tears of excitement Today, I will never forget this day, because of this, I finally got the piano grade 9 of the Central Conservatory of Music.
After two years of ninth grade, I finally got my wish. I don't believe it. I really can't believe I'm so excited. If I don't have a survival reason of 0.0 1%, I will really faint. Why am I so excited? Because the ninth grade of the Central Conservatory of Music is the highest level, and it has reached the professional level, not to mention that only four people in Ningbo have actually been admitted. Can I be unhappy? Two years! 730 days! 730 days and nights, this is the result of struggle. I still remember the first year, when I took the ninth grade exam, there were many people taking the exam at that time. However, we were wiped out and no one was admitted. The next year, they were timid, and no one had the courage to sign up, but I stood up. Even if I didn't pass the exam this year, I wanted to take it again next year.
Maybe my courage was seen by heaven. I want to refuel, I want to work hard, I want to struggle! I began to struggle constantly, and I began to ask for normal universities everywhere. My tutor, Mr. Lin, is an old-timer in the piano field. She not only has a successful performance in piano, but also has made outstanding contributions in cultivating a new generation of piano children. She has the reputation of "grandma piano" in Ningbo piano industry. Later, I met Zheng Jie's sister, the young pianist. Under her guidance, I found my mistake. And correct it in time. Moreover, she also taught me a lot of piano playing skills learned from Munich Conservatory of Music in Germany, which greatly improved my timbre. I think this is of great help to my success.
Here comes the notice. The phone rang at dinner in the evening. I'll answer the phone. The caller told me that I had passed Grade 9 of the Central Conservatory of Music. "Really?" I'll ask then. "Of course it's true. You are really something. Only four people got it this time! "
It's true. I just feel that my eyes are blurred. The fog became thicker and thicker, and finally I couldn't help falling. Oh! These are excited tears!
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
Dull language
Exciting Halloween Composition The Halloween we have been waiting for has finally arrived. On that day, the school organized classes to make pumpkin lanterns. The jack-o-lantern in my class looks small and exquisite, but it also has some strange characteristics. Its eyes are grotesque and its mouth is wide open, as if to eat us. In a blink of an eye, as night falls, we put the shiny pumpkin lantern in the center to illuminate us. (The light was not on at that time)
Then we started a thrilling game of "catching ghosts and catching people". I put on a bloody mask and started screaming like a ghost. I took "Potato Potato Man" and ambushed behind a girl. I patted the girl on the shoulder, but Potato Man learned to sneer at ghosts. The girl turned away trembling and we screamed together. The girl turned pale with fear and flew away with a "ah" covering her face, while we laughed in the cold wind and were glad that we had successfully scared away a girl. On the other hand, Miss Yang is wearing a cloak. She will cover the head of any classmate who comes up. Once someone is caught, other ghosts will come to help the "devil" throw this unfortunate guy out of the door, and send two "devil guards" to guard this "prison" and prevent him from coming in again.
Playing and playing, I don't know where a "candy team" emerged, specifically looking for teachers or classmates to ask for candy. The lineup is getting bigger and bigger, and it is circulating in primary schools. I asked all my classmates to join the ranks, saying that I would try to beg for candy from others. The "devil" of this team mercilessly brought us kids into a classroom, and the "devil" shouted: "slogan!" "Little devils" shouted together: "Give me sugar! Give me sugar! Here ... "This scene is really spectacular: the teacher threw a handful of candy into the middle of the classroom, and all the" little devils "swarmed, squeezed, pushed and robbed. Finally, I grabbed a toffee, and the one I didn't grab had to leave in despair. Back in class, I counted the harvest tonight, well, it was very good. I got fifteen sweets in one * * *.
Unfortunately, the happy time is always so short, and the happy Halloween is over.
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
The language is plain and the center is not prominent.
Exciting School Sports Meeting On September 28th and 29th, our school held its annual school sports meeting. I am still immersed in those two days.
The first day of the school sports meeting is a long-distance race, with women's 800m and men's1000m. These two items are new. Our girl sent some of the best athletes to participate. At first, they were all nervous. We all stay with them and tell them to relax and calm down! TH is in the first group. She sprained her foot while playing basketball. We are all very careful of her. However, she insisted on running and stood bravely on the runway, wrapped in gauze. One lap, two laps, three laps, she is in second place. In the last few tens of meters, she surpassed the first classmate and won the first place. Wow, what a surprise! Girls are more brave in the Vietnam War, and the long-distance running is the first in two groups, and the second in two groups. It's really amazing. Won the first place in the small group. But the boys are a little nonstandard here. Usually fierce classmates didn't run, so they didn't make the top three.
The next day, all my races were on this day, and the morning race was 100 meters. Anyway, these are my previous strengths, and I want to bring honor to my class. I thought to myself, at least I have to get a general back! I'm ready for exercise, and my heart is heavy. My classmates all told me to keep cheering and encouraging me. I clenched my fist, took a deep breath and went to the check-in office to check in. I waited for the game silently. The judges took their positions, and I stood on the runway and looked at the finish line, feeling a thrill of fear. I'm going to cock my ass, and then bang, I rush to the finish line with my own feelings and rhythm. Of all the people I ignored, I was the only one on the runway and I rushed to the finish line. I'm afraid I didn't even get the sixth place, but after waiting for a while, I was lucky to get the sixth place. I think I'm good enough.
At the end of the game, when the school leaders announced the results, my heart really flew out when I heard "the first place in Class 3, Grade 3". I'm really excited, because the PE in Class 4 is very good. They won the first place in the first two competitions. In the last year of Jindao Middle School, we won the first place in the school sports meeting. I really have no regrets. I just hope that the students will unite in the future.
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
The words are inaccurate and cannot be described.
An exciting thing is to look at the snow-white wall, listen to the annoying sound of rain, look at the flowers and people on the adjacent bed, and then look back at my cupboard. There is nothing and no visiting figure. At this time, my heart was extremely uncomfortable. Alas, you are born at a bad time. Mom and dad are out. Looking at the pungent smell of medicine, I feel even more sad.
The door was gently pushed open, and I quickly straightened up to get out of bed, but as soon as my feet touched the ground, a terrible pain hit me. I gritted my teeth and sat up in severe pain. I am secretly happy again. It must be grandma. My heart is as sweet as honey. I blurted out and shouted, "grandma!" " "When grandma turned around, what? That man is not grandma. Alas, it's the clinical department again. My heart suddenly fell from the high hillside to the abyss.
Grandma! Grandma! Have you really forgotten me? Or is it raining today and there is a traffic jam? After a while, a familiar ringtone rang in my ear. Ha ha! They were really caught in a traffic jam, so they called. I couldn't wait to reach into my pocket and take out PHS. I quickly answered the phone and shouted excitedly, "Grandma, are you on your way?" But no one answered me. Huh? Is the signal bad? At this time, there was a voice from the clinical patient. Thinking about coming home from school, no one came to visit me and see my sprained foot. I cried sadly. Am I so annoying?
The door was opened again, and I no longer had any hope. "GeYiYi! I am coming! " I only heard a loud cry, which broke the air that seemed to solidify. What? Standing in front of me is a neighbor who just quarreled-Wang Ju and her mother. How did they get here? I can't believe my eyes. Wang Ju smiled and handed me a bunch of flowers.
Suddenly, excited tears welled up in my eyes, and a warm current welled up all over my body.
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
The center is not prominent