-Frost When I was reading My Name is Red, I wrote on a piece of paper: Its words are like an Arabic-style blanket, covered with complex, small and exquisite patterns. So, at that moment, I set a goal: to be a writer who weaves words like him.
This is really a happy and helpless process. I often read one masterpiece after another in the middle of the night under the lamp and think carefully about the connotation of these words. If something comes out of my heart, I will write it down immediately.
I often hold a book, I cry and I laugh, hoping to read their hearts and learn the power of their words. Reading for a long time overwhelmed my glasses, but I think I am very happy. After reading the book, I will try to write down my feelings in my notes. I feel like a novice sculptor with a nervous mood. Facing a stone, I want to carve what I like, but I am ashamed to be seen. Even picking up a meat cleaver is as solemn as a sacrifice.
I finally overcame my anxiety, and I began to boldly pick up a pen to write things around me. Clouds in the sky, sunset in the evening, tall buttonwood trees, humble wildflowers, heavy rain in midsummer, tears and smiles of babies, and birds parked in front of the window or in the grass were all recorded by me in detail.
They were witnessed by my words for the first time and occupied a place in my document. But what puzzles me is the composition from school.
I hardly use flowery words. I just record my feelings frankly and unscrupulously in my composition, and my grades often make me sad. When those elegant and gorgeous articles were read in public as model essays, I suddenly found that I didn't know what a good article was.
I try to browse the books I have read. They are not piled up by words. The writer uses words accurately, coldly and delicately. These words are not necessarily beautiful, but they are enough to express their thoughts. Then, I was suddenly enlightened.
I suddenly remembered the Dutch painter who painted sunflowers. He always stubbornly keeps a rough picture in his painting. Now, I still freely record my feelings and thoughts with a pen, and I still have the expectation of becoming a person who weaves words in my heart.
I often stop to appreciate everything I see. Then, I put away everything I regarded as a treasure and went on traveling.
2. Composition: Xiao Ming is seven years old this year. Children of his age are carrying schoolbags to school, but he can only sit by the window and watch them go to school, smiling every day. Because Xiaoming had a high fever when he was three years old, he became such a demented child.
Xiao Ming just came out, and his father was heavily in debt because he was addicted to gambling all day. When he lost the gambling, he went home and took it out on his mother. Xiaoming's mother was often beaten in those years. Finally, one day, he was chased by his creditors for not paying back his debts. After that, his father ran away from home and never came home. Several years have passed, and there is still no news, whether he is dead or alive. Xiaoming's mother takes him to work at the same time. The meager salary makes the life of the two girls often stretched, but it is still calm. Unexpectedly, the weather is unpredictable, Xiao Ming's mother's unit is depressed, and his family has no background relationship, so his mother is among the first laid-off people. No way, Xiaoming's mother set up a sewing machine in the street square not far from home, and made a living by darning clothes for others. One Sunday in the summer when Xiao Ming was three years old, his mother tied him to a shabby little boy's car next to him, and then began to work. The two girls make a living by pointing to these clothes. Xiao Ming looked at the lawn not far ahead with relish. A group of children are playing football. They run, kick, occasionally wrestle and score points. Xiaoming clapped his hands happily. I really want to grow up quickly and play with them. How happy it would be! Suddenly, dark clouds were gathering, and the pouring rain came in an instant. When Xiaoming's mother sent those "food and clothing parents" home to pick him up, Xiaoming had become a drowned rat. Her mother looked at the tears on Xiao Ming's face in the rain and cried with Xiao Ming in her arms! In the middle of the night, Xiao Ming began to have a fever and his face burned red. His mother carried him to the hospital, but it rained heavily at midnight. When he arrived at the hospital, Xiao Ming was convulsing all over and foaming at the mouth. After the rescue, his life was saved, but he became a child with dementia. Xiaoming's mother couldn't stand the blow and hanged herself when she got home. Xiaoming had no other relatives, so the hospital had to send him to an orphanage. As the days went by, with the care of his aunt in the college and his brain broken, he felt at ease.
In recent days, Xiao Ming's eyes suddenly seem to have some light, but his physical condition is getting worse. The doctor in the hospital said that he came back from the dead, because almost all his main organs failed, and he would only stay in this world for a day or two. The aunts' eyes were full of pity, but they comforted each other and said, "Well, then you don't have to suffer." That night, Xiao Ming had a dream that he was a healthy child. He goes to school with other children, and his classmates applaud him. When raising the national flag, the teacher also asked him to be a flag bearer; After school, he and his classmates went to play in the Woods behind the school. Birds and flowers are singing in the Woods. Xiaoming is running, laughing and very happy. . The next day, when menstruation came to see Xiao Ming, he never woke up, but he was smiling.
3. A letter to 65-year-old me, 600 words to myself in 202 1 year;
Hello, future me. You don't have to be surprised that I was you eight years ago. I am writing to say hello to you. I think you must be slim in 2 1 year.
What kind of world is the future? Have you found a satisfactory job in the future, have you respected your parents, and are your parents in good health?
I think you must live a good life and make countless friends in the future. I envy you in the future. When you were young, you always looked forward to your future life. Imagine that there will be countless spaceships roaming in space in the future, and cars will grow feet. Everything is unexpected and impossible.
I have a lot to say to you, do you remember? When you were 6 years old, you were not afraid of anything. Once your parents went to work, only your grandparents took you to the vegetable field in your hometown, where there were many vegetables. Because you were bored and didn't have any toys, you took a chopping board, a knife and some rotten leaves at home, and used these props as cooking and bricks as stoves. At that time, you accidentally cut your finger, so you sucked the bleeding finger with your mouth because you didn't understand it. This scene makes me feel distressed! Later, my grandparents came back and saw your fingers bleeding, so they quickly took out the napkin to stop the bleeding. I also saw that you didn't cry and gave a thumbs up!
Do you remember all this? I don't think you can remember it. Time flies. Of course you can't remember these trivial things.
Oh, by the way, how have you been recently? Remember to go home longer and honor your elders. Whether you have money or not, I think getting together as a family is the best gift for parents.
When I was a child, I always talked back to my elders, but I can't have this bad habit when I grow up! I didn't know my parents' good intentions when I was a child. You must have a deep feeling in the future. So, even if they sometimes ask you something, if you can satisfy them, please do your best to satisfy them. Now I make them very angry. Please take good care of them for me for a while. When I reach your age, you can give me the baton.
There are too many rights and wrongs in the society, so we must be strong and never flinch when we encounter any difficulties. That's what you did when you were a kid. If you can't do a math problem, you scratch your head and feel that you can't do it for sure. But under the guidance of the teacher, I have changed, and I am no longer afraid of difficulties. Will I be like this in the future?
Well, I've written a lot. I'm afraid you don't have the heart to read any more, but you must remember my words and live strong in this world. Finally, I wish you happiness and want to reply to me when you receive this letter.
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Help to write a 300-word article describing the 65-year-old man. Almost every morning when I go to school, I will see old people living on the first floor.
She always walks out of the house trembling with crutches, taking care of some flowers and plants she planted in the large vent at the entrance of the building. Those flowers and plants are not expensive, they are simple plants, but they are brightly colored, so we often see the old man stroking petals and leaves with wrinkled fingers like dead branches and looking at a treasure.
Hearing my voice coming from downstairs, I turned around and looked at me silently not far away on crutches. I looked at the old man quietly. She seems to have a strange expression. A pair of muddy eyes stared at me intently, with crutches in both hands, feet moving and mumbling something. When I walked away, I turned around and found that the old man was still looking at me. His crutch was trembling carefully, and there was an incomprehensible silence in his eyes, as if to see through me. Behind her is the rising sun in the morning. In this context, her old body is so small, but it makes my heart soar solemnly.
A kind-hearted aunt's composition is about 288 words. The neighbor's aunt is neither fat nor thin, with big eyes. She is a model of helping others!
On Saturday, my mother took me to the department store to play. As soon as we crossed the road, we saw an 80-year-old woman with a thick cane in her hand, who was about to be knocked down by a car in Lasha. Fortunately, the speed was not too fast, but she heard a sudden brake and fell on the road.
Everyone present was stunned. At this time, the neighbor aunt came out of nowhere and quickly sent the grandmother to the hospital without saying anything. He kept saying, "Help! Help! Save people! " The doctor rushed out, hurriedly pushed the grandmother into the emergency room, and finally saved her life. The doctor said to Aunt Zhang, "If you come late again, I'm afraid the old lady will be hopeless."
Grandma's son came. I am very grateful to Aunt Zhang and gave Aunt Zhang 10,000 yuan as a reward. Aunt Zhang quickly said, "Saving the elderly is what we young people should do. I can't accept this money anyway. "
From then on, people gave Aunt Zhang a thumbs-up and were full of praise.