What do you want to tell readers through your article-express some feelings or elaborate some ideas. Conception, in layman's terms, can be understood as the central idea or theme or theme of writing.

Second, the importance of conception.

1, the idea is to give the article "soul". Ideological content, organizational structure and language expression.

The idea is to find a good "commander-in-chief" for the article. The choice of materials, the arrangement of structure, the choice of expression methods and the use of language are all restricted by the theme purpose.

3. Conception is related to the quality and level of the article. The idea is superb and novel, standing high and looking far will give people great education and inspiration.

Zhuangzi said, "Words are expensive, meaning is also."

Wang Fuzhi said: "The meaning is still handsome, and there is no handsome soldier. It is called military harmony, and the article has a high meaning through the ages."

Third, the standard of conception

The theme of correct concentration is only the requirement of the grassroots.

The profound and novel theme is the standard of development level.

Fourth, the method of conception.

(A) the concept of examination:

1. Ask questions to guide your thoughts.

Grasp the key words in the topic. A way to open your mind by asking questions from different angles. Generally, you can ask questions such as "who, what, why and how" for the topic, and ask yourself and answer yourself.

For example, the proposition composition "I want to hold your hand"

Keywords: grip strength

Whose hand to hold: father's hand, mother's hand, teacher's hand, friend's hand, stranger's hand. ...

Why hold (feelings or emotions): misunderstanding, gratitude, sharing, happiness.

2. Explore moral methods

(1) Write the original meaning and characteristics of the keywords first.

(2) Write its meaning again, so that the theme can be excavated, concentrated and profound.

Note: it means to write a composition by grasping what you are most familiar with and understand. Try to write a composition full of love and words.

For example, the essay "Give a Flower"

Original meaning: flowers

Features: beautiful, fragrant, bright ... beautify the environment and convey emotions. ...

The meaning of "flower": good spiritual quality: understanding, selfless dedication, understanding and trust. ...

(B) Writing ideas (inspired by Cao Jinyuan's composition teaching "National Excellent Composition Selection")

For our junior two children, the article is well written as a whole, so we should write skillfully.

1, writing "tradition", triggering "new voice" and innovation. The details of the main part are described in place, and the combination of front and side must be "traditional". Then spread out the background and pave the way before the "new sound" is triggered. Finally, the humanistic characteristics are integrated into the physical characteristics, and a "new sound" is issued.

Example: Battle of the Yellow River

Qiu Mao Ming

I've only seen the Yellow River twice in my life, and I've been there once, and I accidentally met it.

In the summer of 2008, I set out for Zhengzhou. It was raining heavily that day, and the train passed the Yellow River Bridge in Dongming County at a surprisingly slow speed. At that time, I was still asleep. Suddenly, there was a commotion in my ear, and several southern accents made a fuss there: "Look, look, the Yellow River!" " "In an instant, I opened my eyes and looked out through thick glass and dense rain-

Under the bridge, the rushing Yellow River water flew from west to east like a runaway wild horse, spinning one by one. Although I saw the pale old man, who took out his handkerchief and kept wiping his glasses, I could understand his excitement from his trembling lips. After a long time, the train was shrouded in such excitement. Poker players think with their heads propped up, and jokes depress their voices, even the crying of children is obviously weakened. Not long after Dongming, the old man got off the bus and collected ten pieces of luggage. He said, fortunately, the train was a little late, which showed me the true colors of the Yellow River.

A year later, I went to Dongying for a business trip, and the trip was only three days. Unfortunately, when I was in Dongying, the pouring rain never stopped. Leaning against the door, anxiously watching the rain unabated, helpless. My friend prepared exquisite dining tables and comforted me: "You can't see the Yellow River, but you can also see the rainy scenery!" " It's a long way. Am I here to watch the rain? My impatience is obvious on my face. Helpless, my friend took advantage of the weak rain and hired a taxi.

When we arrived at the Yellow River, he and I each held a black umbrella and stood next to a house. Surrounded by the endless Yellow River beach, reeds and aquatic plants are unstoppable. Be careful. Wild ducks and reeds whisper softly. Across the distance, it is the place where the Yellow River enters the sea, the wide sea surface and the mother river with extremely slow flow rate. Communication, a long arc, is distinct. On the other side of the line, obviously. Take a look, it's still cloudy. The Yellow River is quietly entering the sea, and the sea is quietly accepting the Yellow River. This is not like a confrontation between the two armies at all, but clearly like a mother embracing another mother peacefully. Maybe my friends are used to this kind of fighting, and they urged me more than eight times in just half an hour. And I was slow to move until a stronger and more tyrannical wind and rain swept away our black umbrella.

The owner of the house probably heard the noise, walked across the hall to the front door and dragged us into the house. Before I found Mazar and sat down, I walked awkwardly to the door and dried the rain on my clothes. The host is a middle-aged couple who make tea and pour water. Soon we were chatting together. I said: Is this the Yellow River entering the sea? Why is it so calm? The kind hostess has squatted in front of the door to slaughter the big carp of the Yellow River. While scraping the scales skillfully, she smiled and said, "What's the matter? I'm home! " The answer is very calm. The wanderer has returned, how much trouble does it need?

Technical note:

The main writing features of the article are:

First of all, the front description and the side description are combined to write "tradition".

This paper describes the magnificent and fierce "battle" of the Yellow River in the "rainstorm", and only uses more than 80 words such as "runaway wild horse" and "above everything" to highlight its turbulent, arrogant and frightening momentum. The beauty of the author's conception lies in that the positive description shows the shocking power of the Yellow River torrent from the side with a lot of space: "sighing with several southern accents", "joking" or "bowing your head and thinking". The article also specially gave a close-up of a white-haired old man-"Taking out a handkerchief and constantly wiping glasses" to write about the excitement of the old man. In a word, this combination of side description and front description highlights the heroic spirit of the Yellow River torrent and stirs people's hearts by interpreting the traditional heroic attribute of "Yellow River water culture".

Secondly, before the "new sound" is triggered, spread the background and pave the way.

Writing "tradition" is not the main idea of the article, but writing "the Yellow River meets one year later" is the interesting heart. Before making a "new sound", the author cleverly set a suspense. First, "I" hired a taxi to go to the Yellow River despite the "pouring rain"; Second, there are only reeds, crocuses, wild ducks and slowly flowing Yellow River water on the vast beach ... What do I love? Third, my friend urged me eight times, but I still "stayed" until "a more violent storm swept away our black umbrella". Why do I have such a determination? The description of these backgrounds is not idle writing, but paving the way for the "new sound" behind, and its function is to make the "new sound" natural and rational.

Finally, through the integration of humanistic characteristics and physical characteristics, a "new sound" is issued.

The method is "ask, answer and discuss": "Does the Yellow River enter the sea? How can you be so calm? " , focusing on physical properties, is very different from the previous "bold visit" I saw this time; The owner's horoscope replied, "What's the matter? We're home! It is grounded, implicit, and incorporates humanistic feelings. The author, the resulting argument "How much serious business does a wandering wanderer need to return home?" It is a rhetorical question, which opens up new ideas and makes people fly by. When the country declined and the mountains and rivers were broken, the mother river gave a strong and unyielding roar, and the "rigidity" characteristic publicized China. Now, the beach is calm, wild ducks are whispering, middle-aged couples are happy, their words are "peaceful" and they are all smiles. The mother river "slowly" enters the sea, just like "a wandering wanderer comes home" and "a peaceful hug with another mother". At this time, the water culture of the Yellow River keeps pace with the times, showing its "soft" humanistic attribute. At this time, the reader is still thinking further and grasping the theme of the mother river. The Chinese nation can not only face hardships firmly, but also love and cherish a peaceful and prosperous life and pursue the happy vision of "mother's hug to mother" ... These are the new elements injected into the mother river culture by the author and the beautiful "new voice" caused by the author's writing "tradition".

It's not a simple repetition, but a difference in similarity. by going up one flight of stairs, through a progressive description, leads to an effective way of accurate exposition and innovative ideas.

Ex.: Grind out the fragrance of the soul.

Ji Kun

The stone mill in memory, still quietly wrapped in coarse cloth, stood firmly in the courtyard. Perhaps others have long ignored your humble self, but the common performance of your childhood and grandpa has been deeply imprinted in my heart.

Grandpa scooped up a ladle of soaked golden soybeans, poured them into the round hole in the center of the stone mill, and then threw the empty ladle into the wooden bucket. He grasped the thick stick beside the stone mill with his hands as old as dead branches, hunched his shoulders, arched his back, exerted his strength on his legs, nailed his feet to the brick floor and pushed his hands forward. It was only by the thrust given to him by the outside world that the stone mill slowly "squeaked" in his throat. The "honk" of beans rubbing against the edge surface of stones soon dissipated. Anyone who meets a stone mill will wave a white flag obediently. Bean dregs are attached to the ditch dug by the stone mill pit, and the delicate white slurry flows into the bucket along the stone mill wall. It only takes a moment for the smell of beans to overflow the hut. I am satisfied with this reassuring fragrance, satisfied with the tranquility of this moment, and I am afraid that the breath will blow away the full bean fragrance.

Sometimes the stone mill meets broad beans, which makes the stone mill rotate more slowly. Grandpa loosened the sweaty stick. Stone mill also uses the gap to adjust the state and accumulate strength in order to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop. After exercising, Grandpa injected beans into the round hole and tightened his bare arm in the air. Stone mill is not afraid of those broad beans that stubbornly face themselves with hard armor, and shape them into their proper appearance with its rough body. The moment the stone mill leveled the broad beans, I was inexplicably happy. Broad beans are much bigger than soybeans, and the stone mill will feel powerless, but the stone mill will not slack off, but face it with a positive and tough attitude and then triumph.

The stone mill turns endlessly, and the beans that can't be ground are tireless. I stare at you. You look as clumsy as Mu Na, but you are as stupid as a fool. I asked you silently in my heart, and I asked myself, "Are you tired?" You seem to answer me in a "grunting" voice: "Tired, although I am afraid of those broad beans, I have my talent and I dare to cross the rope of my heart." I was startled, and a different feeling spread in my blood, with my heartbeat. Phoenix nirvana, cocoon into a butterfly, fear to the extreme, the temperature has been overloaded, but what is there to be afraid of?

Stones grind beans, just like people grind their hearts. Suffering is like beans. We should also face the waves like a stone mill, grind up the suffering and make our hearts mellow.

The evening breeze blows gently, and it seems that the aroma of bean dregs left on the stone mill lingers around me. I know the stone mill has fallen asleep. I fell asleep with the singing of the nightingale, accompanied by the smell of weeds floating from outside the village.

Comments: This practice has reached a high level with the method of "describing layer by layer and subliming thoughts layer by layer".

The article describes a two-act short play jointly performed by "Grandpa" and "Stone Mill".

The protagonists in the first act are stone mills and soybeans. Although grandpa's hands are as old as dead branches, he has to "bend his shoulders and bow his back" when grinding pulp, and he has to "push hard" and the stone mill creaks forward, but the work is not so bad, and the result is that "the beans ground by the stone mill are obediently waving white flags"

Provide fragrant white flesh.

In the second act, the protagonist is replaced by a broad bean with a big body and "hard armor". Grandpa and Shimo are facing a fierce battle, and its difficulty has obviously entered a new level-Grandpa's arm is "tight and bare in the air" and he has to "stretch his muscles" from time to time to adjust his state, and Shimo sometimes feels "unable to cope" ... but after all, Grandpa and Shimo met with a positive and strong attitude and then triumphed.

With such a progressive scene description as a foreshadowing. Next, there will be "innovative ideas from things and people" and it will come naturally. The author "from things to oneself" refers to tiredness and bitterness; From ourselves and others, the metaphor of "suffering is like a bean" and "we are like a stone mill" shows the meaning-"facing difficulties, sharpening suffering, making the soul mellow"; Finally, expressing the pleasure of sleeping with a pillow fragrance adds a layer of poetry to innovative ideas. Obviously, if you only write the scene of grinding soybeans, the article will be thin in material and not strong enough to support the idea. This is because the description of the scene by Vicia faba is the sublimation of the article, and the author's understanding and rational thinking about life are more profound.

Our children's composition (polishing)

Nianwei

Ding Yao Run Yang

The days seem to flow slowly through my fingers. At that time, the light overflowed the annual rings, and the torn calendar finally revealed a blank bottom page. Spring Festival, as scheduled. But I was surprised to find that the deep memory left by New Year's Eve was a plate of fried golden spring rolls.

On New Year's Eve, the family began to make spring rolls in the morning. Take out fresh leek yellow, meat stuffing, spring roll skin from the refrigerator, still cold and cold, and water drops.

Wash leek and cut it into thumb-length pieces, then add chopped shallots and leek into the thawed meat stuffing, stir well, and then chop it with a knife to separate the meat from the meat for later wrapping. Add some corn starch to cold boiled water and mix it into a very viscous gel. Peel off the skins of the spring rolls one by one and spread them on the table. Put the prepared stuffing on the skins and squeeze them into a rectangle to make them even. Put the stuffing in front on the leather bag at the back, roll it twice and turn the skins on the side to make the meat more stable. Finally, when sealing, add some prepared juice to fix the skin of spring rolls to prevent them from scattering. The wrapped spring rolls are thin and long. All four sides turn inward like small corners.

Our family sat at the table making spring rolls. Everyone sat on a small bench with spring rolls in their hands. Our family talked and laughed, but the spring rolls were wrapped quickly. Looking at the neat rows of spring rolls, I even saw his golden appearance when he was out of the pot, and my mouth was watering.

When the spring rolls were put into the pot, it was already evening. At this time, the lights are everywhere, and the more evening, the stronger the flavor of the year. There are firecrackers outside, and people are plastered with Spring Festival couplets with good wishes for the New Year. Everywhere is a scene of jubilation, and the air is filled with happiness.

Spring rolls roll in hot oil and float on the oil, and the fragrance of leek yellow is blown out. The milky yellow skin turns golden little by little, and tiny particles are raised on the smooth surface. Oil rolls in the cracks of spring rolls, and the blending of oil and meat can be seen faintly in the thin meat. With the help of meat, chives and shallots, it becomes fresh but not fishy or greasy. It smells like meat, too.

The spring rolls just out of the pot are crisp and fragrant. After a bite, oil and water ooze from the meat, which is very hot. I can't wait to swallow it, but I can't bear it. ...

I like the spring rolls we made together, because when the family gets together, they can taste them together. Spring rolls on New Year's Eve left an unforgettable taste in my heart and will last forever in my life. Just like those fresh people, those touching love will always warm my heart. ...

Chen Xinyu

When you are old and your hair is gray, please snuggle on my shoulder, share the old days and spend the rest of your life in warm colors. ......

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Memories of the past, like the glow of the sunset, ripple in my heart; Looking forward to the future, like wild geese in autumn, spreading their wings high above their heads; A thousand words at the dinner table, after a toast, turned into a crunchy sound, which lasted for a long time. ...

Grandpa looks very happy. His face is wrinkled and red. "Come on, let's drink together and watch the Spring Festival Gala together!" "good!" We echoed, sipped our drinks and continued to talk and laugh. After dinner, grandma is busy collecting vegetables, washing dishes and cleaning the table. Mom wanted to help, and grandma pushed her out of the kitchen. "Get ready and watch TV." Cloudy eyes, eyes shining with joy. Grandpa picked up the little black bag with a broken zipper, put the lamp together and rummaged through it with wrinkled hands. Finally, he turned it over, smiled and took out a brand-new small TV, put it on the table with a smile, looked at the clock with a smile and greeted us with a smile.

Dad waved and turned to send New Year greetings to a large group of colleagues, leaders and classmates. Mother told her brother to take a bath quickly.

Grandpa is in a hurry. He suddenly saw me and called me in a hurry. I blushed and became very hot. "Well, I want to do my homework." "Oh, really." Grandpa lowered his head and muttered in dismay. I slipped into the room quickly, and my heart was pounding.

Come out halfway to find food and walk through the living room. Grandpa and grandma are sitting next to each other on the sofa. There is a sketch on the small TV. They are so happy that their eyes are squeezed into a crack, and the light shines softly on them, making people want to cry. I looked into the other room. Father is sitting under the lamp, still sending messages, and mother and brother are asleep. Grandpa whispered this, and grandma nodded in response. As I watched, my mind seemed to see them walking hand in hand when they were young. The program on TV has been changed to singing and dancing, and cheerful songs are rippling in the air. This is the smell of this year! On the walls and doors, the word "Fu" is posted by grandpa, and there are Spring Festival couplets, which are the flavor of the year! Grandma finally put on her red cotton-padded jacket, which was the smell of that year!

With the ban on fireworks and firecrackers, we can no longer find the taste of everyone having a good time in the New Year. I am afraid that only the older generation like grandparents will cherish the good times of the New Year and cherish the fading of the taste of the year. With the development of science and technology, people's life is getting faster and faster, and traditional culture has become a roadside flower. It's too late to take a look. I'm afraid only the older generation like grandparents will stay together seriously, waiting for the New Year, and can't help but be moved.

The New Year bell suddenly rang and cheers came from the TV. Grandma is still leaning on grandpa's shoulder, and grandpa is still watching TV with a smile. Suddenly he remembered a song ... until we were old, we couldn't go anywhere, and you still regarded me as a treasure in your hand. The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you ... "

Li junda

Children living in big cities always like fast food. In the bustling commercial street, there are always several small farmhouses, which are often empty, but that restaurant is the one I go to most often. ...

The last time I went to this restaurant, I saw a family of four eating wonton as soon as I entered the door during the Spring Festival. What a wonderful crystal wonton! Pink meat bulges the outer layer and white wonton skin, like flexible pink balls and jellyfish, to make the soup move. That soup is even more strange, as transparent as boiling water. But it smells like a field.

I also went to order a bowl, and then followed the chef into the kitchen. The cook is an old man. Although wearing a mask, you can still see his weather-beaten face. He skillfully added firewood to the earthen stove, and the flying flame turned into a red jellyfish and floated upward. First, he poured water into the pot, which was surprisingly large. We city people didn't see the earthen stove, so we naturally wanted to go up and touch it. Grandpa stopped us and I stopped.

In the process of boiling water, the old man began to wrap wonton: put a lump of meat stuffing with chopsticks and put it in the skin of wonton, and a wonton was wrapped. In less than 30 seconds, a plate of wonton was wrapped. The old man opened the lid and poured the wonton in. At the same time, he added seasonings. First, he sprinkled a pinch of salt, a spoonful of sugar and 1 teaspoon of soy sauce.

It's not very fragrant when it's just out of the pot, and it tastes tasteless, but you can add shrimp and mustard tuber, and then add some more, and it's fragrant and delicious. It smells good from the inside out. I'll just pour a little vinegar into the bowl, take a sip of soup-sour but not astringent, salty but not greasy, and chew a wonton. The meat is crisp and smooth, sweet and delicious.

After eating a bowl of wonton and then going out, people are still coming and going in the street, and there are still people waiting in line in the fried chicken shop. People didn't slow down the pace of life, but when they tasted such a bowl of wonton, the world really slowed down, life was no longer bitter, and everything was sweet!

Life can't stop, the world is changing. Too many people are addicted to fashion and forget tradition, but ignore our traditional cuisine, which is based on human law, local law, natural law and nature. I will remember the traditional taste-the taste and human touch of food; Following the times, I will respect nature, spread the flavor of Chinese cuisine and inherit our authentic China flavor!

Lin Zongxin

As far as I can remember, my grandmother's house always smells of attractive avocados.

Every household should prepare avocado, a necessary food for the New Year. When we children look forward to it most. Not lucky money, not toys, but these oily fruits that make our mouths water.

Grandma's family is a big family, and many more children come to eat avocado than other families. After playing with friends, I saw grandma busy on the earthen stove from a distance, pushing and pulling the bellows with one hand and stirring in the pot with the other. Many children have gathered at the door, one after another, staring at the oily fruit in the pot. I couldn't help speeding up my steps, rushing home in three steps and one step, squeezing in among the children and standing beside my grandmother.

I saw grandma skillfully put the previously cut tofu blocks into the boiling oil pan. "Zila", the drop of rapeseed oil jumped around the pot like a little grasshopper. At this time, there will always be some naughty children crowded in, always wanting to eat this golden avocado first. Grandma always laughs: "Hey, be careful, stand back, don't burn yourself." But the children took a step back and stretched their necks longer. The tofu in the pot gradually turned golden yellow and the skin became brittle under grandma's skillful hands. I shouted at a side, "All right! All right! Grandma, ok! " I cried while wiping my mouth.

Grandma fished out the fried avocados and put them in the prepared bowl, five or six for each person. We eat at home, holding one in each hand and putting it in our mouth. "ah! Hot. " Leave the avocado quickly. I put it to my mouth, blew it carefully, and took a bite before long. The oil immediately spilled out of his mouth with a creak. The crispy skin with fruit attracted my taste buds immediately after I went in. After two or three bites, my hands and mouth were full of oil. Everyone pointed, laughed at each other, played pranks, and secretly put their hands on their friends' faces. Laughter and laughter mingled with the fragrance of this kind of oil fruit, which filled the air.

That fragrant avocado belongs to the softness and longing of my childhood, and it will always exist, and I will always remember her in my heart. This familiar fragrance is accompanied by a different feeling, which is subtle, touching, joyful and unchangeable.

The composition of senior two children has made great progress, which deserves praise!

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