Son, when you sit in the examination room and answer this test paper, your parents are watching, your teacher is watching, and all the people who care about and love you are watching; Just like watching birds in the blue sky, watching sails in the sea and watching grass in the earth. ...

What I see is the back of my mother's efforts to get up early, the new white hair on the teacher's head, and your dreams. Watching the family, watching the responsibility, watching the future ... Watching is faith, persistence and expectation. Some things need to be seen for a lifetime. Perhaps, not every river can enter the sea, not every watch can be complete; But with vigilance, life becomes profound and the soul becomes full. In vigilance, we refuse temptation. In the watch, we are persistent in pursuit; Look, we are maturing ... "Please write an article on' observation'.

The tears of the general (novel)

A candidate in Shenzhen

The dark blue sky is dotted with three or two cold stars, and the moon hangs in the air like an ice tray, which is more beautiful. Outside the military tent, enjoying the beautiful moonlight, my heart is as lonely as Chang 'e.

I-Lai Yinger-once caused a sensation among geisha in Luoyang. At that time, how many princes and nobles spared no expense to buy me a smile; Looking back now, it is really unbearable, and I actually followed General Cao Cao from one place to another and strutted on the battlefield. The general likes me, and I am willing to follow him. However, in my heart, there is more respect, love and longing. The general is a lean man, but his frown makes me feel like a child who didn't get what he wanted. I always sing a soft song or dance a gorgeous dance to smooth his brow and soothe my inner pain.

The general is busy with your country's grand plans all day, and I have more and more leisure to watch the moon rise and fall outside my account and enjoy the changes of the four seasons. It was not until I met Wang Tu, a little bodyguard, that I had a companion who could enjoy the scenery, although Wang Tu's words did not arouse ripples in my heart.

Good days are always short, Wang Tu. Because I broke the military law, the general will put him to death.

I picked up the lamp to freshen up and went into the main account. From the general's surprised eyes, I read the last self: a water-green tulle dress without powder and hair bands. I knelt down and said, "General, Yinger is willing to die for Wang Tu." The general's eyes gradually changed from indifference to anger. He shouted, "Good! As long as you can train a song and dance class that can replace you in seven days, I will allow you! " I haven't seen the general since the main account was separated, but the blanket in cold weather, the snacks when I was hungry and the eyes behind me during training all made me feel that the general was everywhere.

Seven days later, I walked into the main tent and died. The clear moonlight shines on my plain face and white skirt, like a ghost in the night, so cold that I am surprised myself. The general with gray temples in the moonlight asked me if I wanted to see Wang Tu again. I smiled and said no, since I died for him, I have been broken. I understand that Wang Tu is not the person I love at all. Please die, maybe it's just a kind of helplessness in my heart, a kind of watch for the general's deep love!

"General, Yinger has failed your kindness and will repay you in the afterlife!" I rushed over and pulled out the sword that had fought with the generals of the North and the South. I brushed it-my hair was messy, my white skirt was flying, and my skirt was soaked with scarlet blood. The general slowly embraced my gradually cold body. At this moment, I seem to understand the general's frown, and I clearly read the tears I expected from the corner of the general's eye. Yes, how can he tolerate the love of an ordinary woman in the war? "

I said goodbye to this world happily. Because I know that I am the only woman who cries for Cao Cao.

A brief comment on one is a beautiful woman trapped by love, and the other is a general on the battlefield; One is willing to drift from place to place for love, and the other is as cold as ice for career. With delicate brushstrokes, the author shows the heroes of past dynasties incisively and vividly. The appearance description is vivid and vivid, and the psychological description is delicate and realistic, which better shows the complex feelings between characters. Above the examination room, it is really rare to write articles with such rich imagination and touching plot!

I received a letter yesterday.

Yesterday's "I":

Hello!

See your slow figure, see your locked eyebrows, see your silent tears, my mood becomes particularly heavy. I know that you are very sad for the bittersweet life in grade three, and you are also complaining repeatedly about all kinds of troubles in your growth; You are still frustrated by the small setbacks in your progress.

Life can't be smooth sailing, life can't be just happiness, and everyone will encounter this kind of life experience. I read this story in a book. A girl who is only 19 years old doesn't feel confident after the exam. Although her score exceeded the college admission line by 7 points, she took sleeping pills the night before the report card was handed out. She is the captain's daughter and the darling of her parents. She grew up in a honey pot, but she didn't expect to be so fragile because she drank too much honey.

There is a famous saying: "Pain can breed soul and spiritual strength." In my opinion, disaster may be a proud nurse, disaster may be a hero's milk, and "pain", "disaster" and "disaster" all need to be overcome with suffering. Mencius wrote in Historical Records, "Born in sorrow, died in happiness", "Good medicine tastes bitter and good advice is good for illness", "Sword front comes from sharpening, and plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold". Some ancient philosophers explained this profound truth to us. Only by keeping an eye on ideals and beliefs in the storm can we have a strong viability.

Throughout the ages, how many romantic figures have stood on their own feet in adversity and finally achieved great things. "King Wen was arrested and played Zhouyi; Zhong You wrote Spring and Autumn Annals; Qu Yuan's exile is a tribute to Li Sao. Zuo Qiu is blind and has "Mandarin"; The foot of Sun Tzu's Art of War has been revised; It's not Shu, but Lu Lan. Han Fei was imprisoned in Qin, and there were 300 articles, such as Difficult to Talk, Lonely Anger and Poem, which were probably written by sages when they were angry. " What makes them so sad and angry is their shining choice.

"Just entering Wanshan Circle, one mountain blocks another". With this understanding, will you still be afraid of the suffering and failure ahead? My friend, I hope you will face up to your sufferings, stick to yourself, strengthen your faith, throw away your depression and resentment, and sail your ideal sail with confidence. I believe that a bright tomorrow must belong to you.

Ten years later, you.

June 2004 18

A brief comment on the same content, from different angles and in different forms, may shine with attractive brilliance, and A Letter to Yesterday is a successful model. The author tells an ordinary argumentative essay in the form of a letter, which is not only novel, but also full of emotion. The opening description of the characters is concise and in place, and the characters are vividly on the paper; Then the real case is typical and profound, and the story is thought-provoking; The discussion that followed was wonderful and literary. It is indeed a good article with both aesthetic feeling and creativity.

First, the topic:

Whether living in a noisy city or a quiet country, everyone will have a deep attachment to nature. Every move into nature will leave you unforgettable memories: perhaps watching the blue waves rippling, perhaps paying attention to the path in the field, perhaps looking up at the bright moon in the sky, perhaps listening to the cicadas on the branches ... The beauty of nature makes you linger and be ecstatic.

Please write an article on the topic "_ _ makes me intoxicated".

Requirements: (1) According to the above tips, fill in the corresponding contents on the horizontal line and complete the questions.

(2) The style is not limited, not less than 600 words.

(3) There must be no real place names, school names or names in the text.

Flowers intoxicate me

A candidate in Yancheng, Jiangsu Province

The spring breeze blew a loud whistle, and the earth opened its sleepy eyes and smiled like a flower. Overnight, like a thawed river, all the flowers arrived as scheduled, overwhelming. Small calyx can no longer hide full of worries, but it is in full bloom, holding high large and small cups and lamps, singing and dancing in the smoky wind in March.

As a result, my eyes are full of all kinds of flowers, such as "four-box shadow raging tide" and "ten thousand flowers and low branches" The nose is full of fragrant incense, immersed in the long courtyard where the spring rain is ruthless and as light as sorrow and the country road where flowers fly freely and as light as a dream. "Flowers bloom and fall for 20 days, and people in a city are crazy."

Flowers, flowers, flowers have become the most dazzling scenery and the most dazzling tokens of the four seasons. There are beautiful peonies here, beautiful summer lotus here, autumn chrysanthemum here, winter plum here, and this is the world of flowers, which is intoxicating. ...

A flower and a world, a leaf and a stem. Beautiful flowers are a metaphor for beautiful youth, full of vigor and vitality. In fact, isn't human life just like a flower? Beauty is like her, simplicity is like her. Life blooms like a flower, trembling, and finally, "what is the boast of falling flowers", lost in the dust of the times. Therefore, people often feel that "tears ask flowers for silence, red flies over the swing" and "when spring is over, flowers fall and people die." A thousand years later, how many tears and wine will be buried with him! Such a delicate life, it happened that "the wind and the sword pressed each other", can only turn pale, the fragrance disappears, and it is "smashed into mud and crushed into dust". Is there a fatalistic causal relationship between the decline of beauty and the misfortune of beauty? Come to think of it, Hua Ben is innocent. Have you noticed that some flowers "would rather hold incense on the branches and die than fall in the north wind", and the poet's sighs are vast. After all, "flowers are similar every year", but they seek revenge for no reason. "People are different every year." ...

Push the cloud road, hide the clouds and cross the East China Sea. I'm back. Looking at the ten-mile spring breeze, the hometown where fireworks and tears are intertwined finally understands that the meaning of life lies in cherishing the days accompanied by flowers. "If there are flowers, fold them straight. Don't wait for them to run out." It is to cherish every day in life that blooms like a flower. "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers." When "flowers fade all over the sky", there is really an epigenetic delusion asking: How much do you know in your dreams? You can pick flowers and make a smiling face.

Flowers intoxicate me ...

[Opinion] Because I love life, I am intoxicated with nature. The beauty of flowers is everywhere, and it is not easy to express beautiful feelings with beautiful words. However, the little author has achieved near perfection, which first benefits from her usual accumulation and mastery. You see, the poems of Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Ouyang Xiu and others are handy and polished properly, which makes the whole text full of color, from which we can not only appreciate the author's extraordinary language control ability, but also appreciate his subtle emotions. Let's all be caring people in life, observe the world with a pair of "discerning eyes" and feel the world with a passion, and everything will become sparkling and full of affection. The article is emotional, logical and infectious.

I was intoxicated by the leisurely countryside.

A candidate in Yancheng, Jiangsu Province

My grandmother's home is in the rural area of Suzhou, isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world, leaving only lingering local accent, leisurely hometown water and "Biluochun" brewed by my grandmother. ...

"This is the world of water. Look at Chenxi, the river that runs through this small town. The personnel and scenery gradually fade away in the water ... "Listen to Mr. Yu's story about the rural water in this small town and feel the taste of the rural water personally.

It was summer, the sun was shining, and I was walking, and suddenly I felt a breeze coming. I followed the cool breeze for a few steps. Sure enough, I found a quiet river running through the ancient water town.

Everything was quiet, and I crept, afraid to break this unique silence. Is this river like a cold jade, a fairy mirror, or a jade plate? I was shocked at that time and didn't know how to decorate it. Of course, the biggest concern is why the sun is so cold. After a careful look, I found the reason. The red sun is in the middle of the river, and all kinds of colorful light bands are scattered on the water. The light band seemed intoxicated by the clear water, and they took off their burning robes. Finally, they become dots, forming a spiral shape in the gentle waves, as if dancing a little bee's "eight-character" dance. ...

When the breeze came, a group of wild ducks were leisurely blowing through concentric circles in the water, and then several flying dragonflies moistened their tongues with water. Isn't this the scene of "flying slowly with a dragonfly"?

People and scenery are really harmonious at this moment. With this inspiration, I drew my pen, let the snack rain dance, let my leisurely thoughts float to the sky, and let my sadness melt in the water. I gently wrote the first poem in my life-Venice in the East.

Inadvertently, a sunset was thrown into the water. Looking up, a village girl with a long braid was washing clothes by the water with a wooden stick. Birds are singing softly on her head, and swallows are whispering in her ear. She gently wiped away the pearl-like sweat. Smoke curled up in the distance, and the hazy blue bricks and white tiles were faintly visible. I have no intention of leaving. I don't know whether I am intoxicated with this paradise-like beauty or nostalgic for this angelic beauty of Suzhou.

I don't know how many people are intoxicated by the water in this rural area, and I don't know how many years of cultural heritage it has nourished. The night is deep, the moonlight is like water, the water is like the sky, and the independent waterside quietly thinks: In this "back garden of Chinese culture", the pastoral water is intoxicated with Tang Bohu, Jin Shengtan, or a little me. ...

[Comment] It is not easy to write such lyrical prose with spiritual style in the examination room. The long hometown water evokes our homesickness. In the hot summer, reading such cool words makes people flow into their hearts like a gurgling spring. The little author is good at creating artistic conception, and the simple description makes people feel like they are in the ancient town of Jiangnan water town. With her brushwork, she was intoxicated with her soul. This is her genius.

The countryside intoxicates me.

A candidate in Yancheng, Jiangsu Province

The countryside is a beautiful place, a quiet place, an uncontroversial place and a simple place. ...

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Miss Spring took me to a magical place. I am very happy here. Birds sing mellow songs for me, butterflies dance for me, frogs play crisp drums for me, fruit plays my beloved guitar, Uncle Shu brings me sweet fruits, Aunt Feng blows flowers for me, Brother Bee brews fragrant honey for me, and Brother Cao lays a piece of softness for me.

Everything is amazing, everything is nostalgic, everything is good friends, what magic is this? This is the magical place, the country!

What gives the country magic? What makes the countryside so full of vitality and charm? It's natural. It's a countryman. Rural people created this beautiful place with their rough character and friendly and kind heart. There are no cage houses in the countryside, no intrigue in the countryside, and no habit of pursuing luxury.

I love the country, her trees, her wild flowers, her flowing water, her wheat fields, her dewdrops, her fish jumping, her dragonflies, her butterflies flying and her kindness!

Early in the morning, stepping on the dewdrop path, facing the morning sun, smelling the rich fragrance, listening to the birds singing, carrying the fishing rod, coming to the clear river, sitting on the stone bench, learning to have fun with Jiang Taigong and the fish, and my heart is so open and selfless, with no distractions; Following the footsteps of the scorching sun, I went back to my uncle's house in the country and ate delicious country food. That feeling was indescribable comfortable!

The countryside is so magical, so wonderful, so full of energy and so fascinating. ...

[Brief Comment] From the article, the author is very good at observing and feeling, otherwise, in the eyes of ordinary people, ordinary villages will not be so colorful, warm and beautiful, full of joy and joy. The article narrates many wonderful pictures with strong sense of movement, forming a harmonious and unified whole and forming an ethereal and aesthetic artistic conception. The use of rhetorical devices such as parallelism and personification shows more tension, which is an indispensable highlight of this paper. The inscription at the beginning is also very clever, paving the way and setting off the atmosphere.

The sea intoxicated me.

A candidate in Yancheng, Jiangsu Province

The vast universe, the reincarnation of everything, nature shows people the charm of flowers, towering trees, towering mountains, flowing water ... and I love the deep blue sea alone, which brings me surprise, sadness, joy and pain. ...

I like the tranquility of the sea. As night falls, I stand alone at the bow of the boat, staring at the sea under the bright moon, so calm and peaceful, looking at the distant sea, and the feeling of "a long smoke is empty, the bright moon is thousands of miles away, and the shadows are heavy" swings in my chest. With open arms, in this quiet world, "relaxed and happy" seems to have everything in this world. The sea makes my heart open, my temperament flamboyant, and the vastness is unparalleled, which makes me deeply embedded in this whole. Time seems to stand still, and everything is wonderful.

I like the surging of the sea. When I studied Yan Lu's Listen to the Tide, my heart also aroused the desire to listen to the Tide. I was fascinated by the vivid description of the loud sound of the sea hitting the rocks. When I stood by and watched the sea, listening to it like a gallop of thousands of horses, and like the sound of the tide played by various musical instruments, my joy was beyond words. At that time, although I lost the feeling of everything in the world, I still loved the passion of the sea. This heroism makes me feel that my life should arouse such a lofty sentiment to face everything and challenges.

I like the power of the sea. "A hundred rivers, tolerance is great." The sea has no choice but to trickle, so it becomes bigger. Everything in the sea comes from her "that". Her vastness, her depth, her infinity and her long history come from her nature. From her temperament, I found love; From her words, I found profound; From her voice, I found kindness; From her, I found perseverance. In her soul, I washed my heart; In her kindness, I learned to be tolerant; In her profundity, I learned to be strong ...

"The trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Xinghan is brilliant, if it is unexpected. " The sea is vast and beautiful. On the sea, although I am just "a sandpiper in the vast world!" I still love her, I love her to swallow the sun and the moon; Because I firmly believe that I have tempered myself in the sea, appreciated the temperament of the sea, and I also have the ability to "swallow the sun and the moon".

This makes me shocked and intoxicated in the sea!

[Comment] This paper is based on "hints", carefully selected materials, and the language is extremely tense, which makes people feel the extraordinary basic skills of the little author. At first, the unique feeling of the sea was highlighted by parallelism and contrast. The main part is different and adopts a three-stage parallel structure of "I love the tranquility, surging and strength of the sea". Chinese sentences are quite philosophical, and they taste long when read and chewed. Let us appreciate the vastness and vastness of the sea, and the ending is natural and natural.

Composition (40 points)

Read the following materials and write as required.

Spring has arrived, and the lawn in front of my house is full of red and green vitality. A middle-aged man who had just moved couldn't bear to trample on the lawn when he came home, so he took a detour. Unexpectedly, just upstairs, the old lady next door greeted me with a smile. Some words surprised middle-aged people: "I've been thinking all day and I'm a little worried." What kind of person is the new neighbor? " After a pause, the old lady added, "When you just bypassed that lawn, I began to get to know you and knew that I had nothing to worry about."

Life is often like this. Deliberate actions often can't shorten each other's distance, but an occasional detail and action will build a beautiful bridge between people.

Please write an article of no less than 600 words on the topic of "the distance between hearts". You can record experiences, write stories, make comments and express your feelings. The style is self-selected and the topic is self-drawn. The name of your school, as well as the real names of teachers, classmates and myself, must not appear in the article.

[sample demonstration]

The distance of the soul

Buses that can't be closed in the morning can be said to be a scenery in Beijing.

Although air-conditioned cars are expensive, rich people still want to be cool, so congestion is inevitable.

The conductor looked at the two elderly people who hesitated under the bus: "Hurry up, everyone who goes to work after these two stops will get off and get a seat soon."

So the old man came over with their little granddaughter.

Children are less than the height of buying tickets, and adults seem to have trouble breathing, but people sitting around have no idea of standing up. The conductor seems to be well aware of this phenomenon, so no one encourages everyone to give their seats to their children.

In fact, I have long been used to this indifference. It is said that most people who take air-conditioned cars are highly educated people who work in office buildings. The fashionable term is "white-collar" class. But the indifferent expression and the advanced clothes seem to have a meaning of refusal.

After two stops, a pregnant woman finally got off. At this time, the conductor motioned the child to wait for the seat. I was thinking that the child was finally not crowded, but something unexpected happened-a middle-aged woman sitting next to a pregnant woman naturally moved to an empty seat and a fat man sat down.

I think my expression at that time can only be explained by surprise. This man, who seems to have no symptoms and discomfort, actually grabbed the seat of a child less than one meter. His peace of mind made me unable to think of any words to describe him.

I don't want to guess whether the visitor to Beijing will sit down, or what effect it will have on the little girl. Maybe she will become a member of these so-called "white-collar" classes in the future, maybe she will be happy to give her seat to others in the future, and maybe she won't give her seat to anyone again. She is not wrong about this, because educating a person to grow up is a real society.

People's hearts have moved one step forward between these seats. ...

Love and tears of flowers and plants

I am a grass, sucking the milk of my poor mother, walking slowly through my childhood, stepping out of my dreams and looking forward to hope. One day, I put aside the behavior of finding the true meaning of life through labor and went into the network to tell the pain of growing up and the glory of the gap on my forehead in words. Look at that.

Those happy flowers and plants are madly weaving all kinds of joys and sorrows on the internet, while watching them sing heartily and stirring the fuzzy flashing lights on the stage. Look at the dignity and quietness of those pale grasses, the tenacity and tenacity of the strong grasses, and watch them put down the mask of hypocrisy in reality for a kind of gentleness and entanglement and tell their lovesickness and infatuation to the stamens. Look at those charming little flowers that show the sadness and glory in life in different ways.

Until one day, a lily came to me and asked me to stop her stupidity. She said there was a confused light on my head, and she wanted me to share it. I was dizzy by the warm wind, lost my way, and stretched out my roots to touch the perfect confusion of my dream life. I am infatuated with bubble bath, and I am absorbed in the transmission of my mind, wandering gently. One day late, I suddenly found the distance between flowers and grass, and found that the intersection was brilliant and short. I'm scared. My heart is falling in the ice room. I struggled to climb and climb, hoping to get rid of my obsession. But I will always remember the fragrance of the past. I shouted at the sky, but all beings were desolate and white clouds were flowing. Only I am lonely, where I feel sorry for myself. Happy and unrestrained lily finally tired, tired to send out a faint fragrance. But her beautiful heart cares about the gentle flow of the past, fearing that leaving will make the grass sad, and always reluctantly cheer for the petals there. The grass with an empty mind is at a loss, and it is illusory to think about where the other side of the soul is. The withered grass is always in the dream, watching quietly, giving people spiritual blessings and a little light absorbed in the sunshine. However, the difference between flowers and grass in their different attitudes towards life, the regret of time and space distance, the helplessness and sadness of youth no longer afflict grass's resilient thin arm from time to time, and the pain and depression make him painfully wander between the network and reality.

Network, you shorten the distance between time and space and soul, and you also stifle the passionate wandering of those ethnic groups who have carefully dreamed of pursuing a perfect life.