The water flowed away like that, just like those years slipped away in the blink of an eye ... Three years of primary school life is coming to an end, and it's time to draw a full stop and write down a new course. In my eyes, primary school life is like a cup of green tea, with too many inexhaustible fragrance. ...
There is a smile that I will never forget. Every time I think about it, I seem to be back in the second grade. The math teacher in grade two is very tall. I looked at her as if she were looking at a mountain peak. Her little eyes are full of excitement and her imagination is serious. Her searchlight eyes always catch some radical "terrorists" in the class and stare at Yin. I feel a little uneasy. The first time I saw Teacher Yin, I thought she was fierce. I stole a look and ran away. After class, Teacher Yin seems to have changed his face. She has an amiable face and plays with her classmates, which is really a bit like a big sister. Out of an instinctive awe of the teacher, I have never been close to Mr. Yin. Sometimes I see her narrowed eyes, grinning, with sweet dimples printed on it.
Once after class, I sat in my seat fiddling with something. She came down from the podium, sat down beside me and asked with a smile, "What are you doing?" I replied cautiously, "No, nothing." She smiled again, her eyes seemed to bend into a line. I was shocked. She took out her exercise book from my schoolbag, turned over a few pages, pointed to an a- under the homework and asked me, "Do you know all these questions? Why can't you do something wrong? Be careful in the future and let your mother call me at night! " Say that finish, she bent her eyes again, smiled, got up and left. Did I do something wrong? Want to make a phone call? I'm a little depressed. Is my performance really that bad? My heart seems to be crushed by a boulder, and I have been in a state of loss all day. When I got home, I asked my mother to call. She was a little surprised and upset, but she called anyway. My mother kept walking around the room while talking on the phone, as if talking face to face, and her hands danced a few times from time to time. My eyes followed her footsteps, the call was coming to an end, my breathing became more and more urgent, and my forehead was a little sweaty. I hung up the phone. I didn't say anything. Obviously, the teacher didn't criticize me, but I always felt twisted in my heart. When I was lying in bed, I closed my eyes and my mind was full of teacher Yin's smile. After that, I got a lot of A's. When I looked up, I saw a smile with two dimples. ...
Later, when I changed teachers, I seldom saw that smile again. When I was in the sixth grade, I saw Teacher Yin again. Maybe she doesn't remember me, but she will be imprinted on my mind forever. I sincerely and gratefully smiled at Mr. Yin and greeted him: "Mr. Yin!" Teacher Yin turned around and nodded to me with a smile, as if it had been an hour ... Teacher Yin changed a lot, and her shawl long hair became ear-length short hair, and she was not as tall as before. The only thing that hasn't changed is her encouraging smile ...
This seems to have more than 500 words.
2. Write alessa's composition in three ways: 1. Start by saying what books or articles you read today, and then write your feelings. 2. Summarize the main contents. 3. Find some sentences that impress you. Compare them with your own life and the content of the article. Summarize your feelings and make a phone call. After reading Childhood, the living environment of alessa, the hero of the novel, is sad. His father died when he was three years old.
Grandpa is a rude and selfish little dyer. These two uncles are rude and selfish people, even their children.
Aletha was abused in such a family: Grandpa often beat grandma and children violently, and once he knocked Aletha unconscious, which led to a serious illness. In such a dark environment, who can not feel panic and anxiety? ! I was very depressed after reading it.
Living in such a family, will Alisha's soul be defiled? But fortunately, the world is not all ugly, and there are kind and upright people like his grandmother around him. They gave Aletha confidence and strength, and let him see the light and hope, believing that the darkness will eventually pass and the future belongs to the light. Among them, grandma is his grandson.
Grandma always gives alessa the seeds of love with her gentleness and tolerance. Seeds germinate and grow into towering trees. With the protection of wings, Aletha's world will no longer suffer from wind and rain. Grandma soothed his mental trauma with her love, and it was grigori, an old long-term worker, who really taught him to be an upright person. Of course, the kind, optimistic and compassionate "little Zgang" also taught Alesha how to face the hardships of life.
But he was killed by two uncles. Gorky wrote at the beginning of his work: "Sometimes it is hard for me to believe that this will happen.
There are many things I really want to refute and deny, because there are too many cruel things in the dark life of that' idiot family'. "But, at the same time, we can also see that on the other side of the darkness, there is something called light that glows slightly.
So Gorky said with emotion: "She woke me up as soon as she appeared, took me to a bright place, connected everything around with a continuous thread, and woven colorful lace ... It was her selfless love for the world that enriched me and filled me with powerful strength to cope with difficult life." As long as there is hope for light, then this little weak light can be thrown into infinity until it is sprinkled in every dark corner! What I want to say is, don't lose confidence in any unbearable reality. Some people and things will inevitably make you feel pain and even despair, but please believe that the sun will always come out after the darkness! As long as you can maintain your eternal self-confidence, that is, your eyes may be dim, that is, your life will still be sad, but if you persist in being a kind, optimistic and compassionate person, then you will surely usher in the glory of life.
3. The genius of writing about writers is just bright, and it is foggy outside the window. I rubbed my hazy eyes and started to get up ... After a while, everything was ready. I set foot on the light footsteps, carrying a beautiful and lovely little schoolbag, humming a cheerful song: "Birds lead the way, the wind …".
After crossing the road, I came to a path. I met a woman wearing white clothes, gloves and a white mask, holding a broom in her hand and sweeping step by step with her head down. Her expression was so focused and earnest that she raised a cloud of dust as soon as she appeared. I put my hand over my mouth and frowned: "What a nuisance!" Early in the morning, the road was covered with dust, and she, still with her head down, swept there with another word "firm".
This is the first day I met her. And the next day, I still passed the "dirty" road, which was still there, sweeping intently. I stopped to wonder: it's strange that the path was dirty yesterday, but why is it dirty today ... At this moment, I saw her crouching down and digging out the blockage in the gutter with her hands. ...
The third day is like this; The fourth day is also; The first day was the same ... one month, two months, three months ... no matter whether it was windy, rainy or hot in summer, she never rested. Because she won't feel very tired? Oh, no, she must feel like a class. Her face shows great changes, but there is a powerful force supporting her.
I passed the path and passed her, but I stopped covering my mouth and frowning, saying that I hated her, despised her and admired her. Then who the hell is she? She is an ordinary-looking, 40-year-old strange cleaner. She has no blockbuster or earth-shattering feat, but she has a noble and holy quality.
The path sparkled in the bright sunshine. ...
4. Use three description methods to describe the fragment of the character and describe the manner of the character: he bends over, the basketball keeps beating back and forth under his hand, and his eyes keep turning, looking for opportunities to "break through".
Suddenly, he quickened his pace, then turned left and right, rushed through two layers of defense lines and came to the basket. After a tiger jump, he turned to shoot, and the basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air and landed in the basket impartially. Describe the movements of the characters: At the crossroads, there is an old woman, with a slight hunchback and a fat body, struggling to walk on an empty road with an umbrella.
The wind came at me with heavy rain. She bent forward hard, grabbed the umbrella, stepped back half a step and staggered forward. Describe the psychology of the characters: the heart is like a bottle of honey, the eyebrows are smiling, and even the faint pockmarked face in the square purple room is glowing red.
Describe the character's appearance: under his gray and bushy eyebrows, there are a pair of stern eyes, and anyone who sees these eyes will unconsciously keep a distance from him. Hope to adopt! ! .
5. The artistic technique of composition with four description methods and three expression techniques is also called "expression technique".
Various concrete expression methods used by writers and artists in their creation. In literary creation, there are narration, description, fiction, contrast, exaggeration, satire, lyricism, discussion and comparison.
Broadly speaking, expression refers to the special sentence organization used by the author when writing words and expressing thoughts and feelings. When analyzing a work, we can grasp its special performance from point to surface. First, there are many rhetorical skills in words and sentences, such as metaphor, symbol, exaggeration, parallelism, duality, contrast, personification and allusions. When grasping the means of expression from the whole work, we should pay attention to their differences. Narrative writing skills such as beginning and end coordination, finishing touch, clever use of rhetoric, proper details, combination of narration and discussion, positive and negative comparison, etc. Argumentative writing skills such as quoting classics, clever analogy, reverse seeking differences, positive and negative comparison, and analogical reasoning. Novel description, comparison, bedding and reference, suspense and interpretation, real writing and imaginary writing. The analysis of expression is a very general topic. Pay attention to the requirements of solving complete geographical problems when answering questions, and answer them concisely and accurately. For some topics, such as appreciating writing skills, we should accurately grasp the context, theme and genre style of the article, and choose the most important answers, such as the methods of portraying characters in novels, such as the methods of expressing the sense of * * * in prose, and try our best to grasp the scores.
1. Expression: Four expressions are mainly used in poetry: narration, description, discussion and lyricism, among which description and lyricism are the focus of examination. Different description methods, such as dynamic and static combination, virtual and real combination; Yes (lyrical way? There are two main ways: direct lyric and indirect lyric. )
Express one's feelings directly, express one's feelings through scenery, and blend feelings with scenes. 2. Structural form: the structural form of poetry is concerned from beginning to end, straight to the point, in-depth at all levels, first generalized and then divided, first scenery and feelings, last chapter and ambition, transition, bedding, foreshadowing and so on.
3. Rhetoric: The main rhetorical devices are: \ "antithesis \" \ "metaphor \" \ "personification \" \ "metonymy \" \ "exaggeration \" \ "parallelism \" \ "repetition \" symbol \ "and so on. 4.5. Artistic style: including bold, broad-minded, bold, natural and unrestrained, indifferent, diluted, depressed, sad and graceful expression techniques: ① expression techniques are divided into narrative, description, explanation, lyric and discussion; (2) An article can be based on one expression and use other expressions; (3) There are also related expressions in the composition requirements of hot topics-you can choose one expression and use other expressions comprehensively.
Taken together, "expression" should be the method and form used to express thoughts and feelings with language, art, music and action. About its expression techniques: supporting objects, expressing ambition, writing scenes, lyrical narration, lyrical expression, straightforward narration, flashback, narrative contrast, setting off the symbol of pawn Zhang Xianzhi, imagination, caring for feelings, setting off scenery, setting off objects, arousing beauty, setting off sadness, exaggerating reality and reality, combining positive description with profile description, expressing emotions directly and indirectly, suppressing first and then promoting, etc. Unlimited quantity. Detailed explanation: (1) narration.
Narration is the most basic and common expression in writing. It is the author's narration and explanation of characters experience and events, and the transformation of scene and space. (2) description.
Description is an expression that describes the appearance and form of an object and reproduces it to readers. It is one of the main forms of narration, especially literary creation.
It is sometimes used as an auxiliary means in general lyricism, discussion and elaboration. If the description is used well, it can be vivid and vivid, so that readers can see this person, hear his voice, feel at home, and get a strong artistic infection from it.
(3) lyric. Lyric is to express and express the author's feelings.
It is the main expression in lyric style, and it is often used as an important auxiliary expression in general literary works and narratives. (4) discussion.
Discussion refers to the author's comments on a discussion object to show his views and attitudes. Its function is to make the article clear and profound, with strong philosophical and theoretical depth.
In argumentative writing, it is the main expression; It is often used as an auxiliary means of expression in general narrative, expository or literary works. (5) description.
Description is an expression that clearly explains the shape, nature, characteristics, causes, relationships and functions of things in concise words. Some explained objects are physical things, such as mountains, rivers, flowers, trees, buildings, utensils and so on. Some are abstract truths, such as thoughts, consciousness, self-cultivation, viewpoints, concepts, principles, technologies, etc.
Expression skills refer to the writing principles, rules and methods used by articles to express the content of articles. Expression skills mainly include: ① expression; (2) expression techniques; (3) material selection and cutting; (4) the structure of writing; ⑤ Creation of artistic conception, characterization and application of rhetorical methods.
Expression skills can also be divided into general.
6. There are three ways to write a 150-word essay about my sister's writing. It's not that I have a lovely little sister. It's been four months now. She has a round head, a slightly protruding forehead, big watery eyes, eyes like black gems, a small cherry mouth, a high nose and thick eyebrows.
My sister's best time is waking up in the morning. I just need to Doby her a little, and she laughs like a melon. When my sister laughs, she always grins with her head tilted and smiles sweetly, as if she were very shy.
My sister cried so hard that she had no strength at all. As long as someone hugs her, she will give you a smiling face at once. Isn't my sister cute?
Well, I thought my parents wouldn't love me with my sister. It turned out that I was worrying too much, but having a sister added great fun to our family.
This is my lovely sister.
7. Describe a person's composition in three ways, 200 words, me and my friends.
Just talked to Xiao Bei about friends. Speaking of this, I know many people, and I can always greet people with a smile on various occasions. I am kind and easy-going to everyone who knows me, and I don't want to have any disputes. My roommate said that I am a guy who has no idea of good and evil. I accept Little Red Riding Hood and Grandma Wolf equally. But I am not a person who can make many friends. If a person is too hypocritical, dishonest and doesn't know how to repent, I can't bear to say a word to him. Although I won't refuse. But if you want to be friends, you can't. I know it's antisocial, but it's my principle. Everyone has a different definition of a friend. For me, different aspirations lead to different paths. I have always admired the kind Lambert, who is kind to everyone. She's really nice. I try to be nice to everyone, but disgust always jumps out of my stomach and writes it on my face, saying, I'm sorry. Get out. So I always give people an easy-going appearance, but once I know more, I will get hurt. I'm not without love and hate. I don't know how to hide. My feelings are so naked and bloody. In the face of regret, I hesitated before and forced myself to accept it. But now I am fearless, and I firmly believe that I should be worthy of my choice. Only in this way can I be really happy. I have a successful life role model like my father. As the old saying goes, kindness is not just submission. Not unprincipled wit. What I can do is to explain my principles first, and then give the power of choice to the other party. However, I still have many friends. Once you become a friend, you are a bosom friend, a confidant who will do whatever it takes for a lifetime, and a trust that will not be abandoned no matter what rubbish the other party becomes. My friends have good personalities. They work hard in life and help people around them. They are very kind. Some of them have the same principles as me, while others are more realistic. However, the only thing that is certain is that they are all people with strong sense of responsibility. People who are irresponsible to themselves, cynics, even if they have friends, their feelings are still empty. Every friend of mine is a great wealth to me, because the screening was very strict at the beginning, and people who will not become rich after they are useful. For years, more than ten years, they listened to me, understood me, cried and laughed with me. Every step was witnessed. After being moved by this changeable society, there is also a kind of friendship called buddy. It is not only loyalty, but the growth of * * * that interweaves us.
8. Write a paragraph in three ways. The number of words is unlimited. After a spring rain, the willow tree, which had been sleeping for a winter, woke up, and the thin and long branches were radiant with new green.
Those sprouting hair buds yawned, looked around and stretched themselves. There are many branches on the willow branches, and the soft branches hang down like a thick hair.
If the trunk is the pier of life, then these dense branches are the bridge of life that delivers nutrition to the leaves. A spring breeze blows.
It began to perk up and dance happily! The green leaves on the tree also smile in the sun, which makes people shine at the moment and is very lively. Willow is the messenger of spring. Whenever spring returns to the earth and everything is still asleep, the willow tree first perceives the message of spring.
Look carefully, the dark green wicker slowly changes from stiff and simple to turquoise, slowly stretches upward, and can slowly swing into various charming postures. At this time, the river has obviously warmed up, and the straight road has a humid atmosphere in the oncoming wind.
Look at the willow branches again. I don't know when it started, but they are no longer tired in the severe winter. There are tiny blue buds on the branches. In two or three days, new green leaves will grow on the branches, and in a few days, the newly grown willow leaves will shake out the shape of spring breeze.
People can't help wondering, is this the one from the other day? Yes, the change of willow is so magical.
9. Write a 500-word composition with at least three description methods. Thank you, Mr. Ba Jin, for saying, "Nothing can replace parents." Yes, parents are irreplaceable, and their love for us is unparalleled. We may not understand our parents sometimes, but they love us in different ways anyway. My mother gave birth to me at the age of 23. When I came into this world, my mother went through hardships and selflessly nurtured my healthy growth. In my heart, the warmest and gentlest place is not in the warm bed, but in my mother's arms, because no matter rain or shine, my mother's arms are my shelter from the wind and the sustenance of my soul. In the process of children's growth, some unpleasant things will inevitably happen. As a mother, she will certainly educate her children and even use force. The same thing happened to me. I remember when I was a child, my mother never made a move because I didn't do well in the exam. Although my mother tried to hide it, I was always afraid to catch my mother's lost eyes. So I tried to hide the paper several times when I didn't do well in the exam, and secretly made up my mind: "I won't do this next time!" " Whenever my mother asks me where the latest test paper is, I blush and say, "I haven't sent it yet." Once my mother cleared the table and inadvertently opened the drawer. My secret was revealed. My mother picked it up and looked at it. She asked me in surprise, "When was this paper?" "This ... this ..." I stammered blushing. Without hesitation, my mother picked up a broom and hit me angrily. Every time I hit my mother, she scolds me. My mother said, "It's my mother's fault that I didn't teach you. When did I learn to lie to you? " When do you think I hit you because you didn't do well in the exam? But you not only stole the paper, but also lied to your mother! "The more I cried, the more my mother cried, but her hand didn't stop. Suddenly, the broom broke and I stopped crying, but my mother looked at the broom and looked at me, tears streaming down her face, and the pain was in my mother's heart. I think I really hurt my mother this time. When I slept that night, I felt some pain in my wound. When I opened my eyes, my mother was putting medicine on my wound. By the light, I also saw my mother's eyes with crystal tears ... after this incident, I understood that lying is wrong and lying will pay a great price. If you ask me if I hated my mother at that time, I can answer you loudly: "No". Because I know that everything my mother did to me was for my own good. My mother's beating me is not abuse, but a kind of love for me, which can only be found in family ties. I believe that a mother's love for her children is endless. Usually, my mother is very busy and tired at work, but she has no time to rest more and has to worry about my business. Once I curled my hair in an exam and only got more than 70 points. My mother was silent for a long time and announced a major decision. My mother will stay at home with me for two months. My mother usually works hard and is a typical "workaholic". My mother even gave up her job to help me improve my grades because of the decline in her studies. I was moved by my mother! In the past two months, we have worked hard together to go through all the subjects, and the questions we didn't understand in the past have also come together. Every night, we don't study 12. If we don't stop, our unit exam results will be like going up the stairs. Two months later, I ran home excitedly, and I got a double hundred! There are no 90 points in minor subjects. There was a parent-teacher meeting after the exam, and the teacher publicly praised my soaring academic performance. After the meeting, the head teacher asked my mother, what's the secret to make my grades rise so fast? Mom smiled, but there was no secret, just a heart. My mother often tells me when I fail: failure is the mother of success. You should use your brain more attentively. In fact, you are not stupid at all, just smart. She also told me to unite my classmates, help them and respect teachers. Because of my mother's teaching, I am working hard now, which makes me have many good "buddies" at school and become teachers' favorite students. Now I am growing up, and gradually understand a lot of things and a lot of truth. Every time I tell my mom who I helped. Mother always smiles and nods. I know she is cultivating me with great love. Love is a mother's lifelong career, and the work that a mother pays for her children is free. Motherly love is like a vast sea. Let my boat swim in the sea and contain everything I have. Although my mother is not a saint, she guides me to be a strong person in my study and life with her simple and kind heart. Year after year, I stumbled upon the silver thread on my mother's head. I look at her forehead carefully, but there are still some wrinkles. Over the years, my mother broke her heart for * * *, and she gave me too much. Mom, I love you! In my heart, you are the best mother.
10. Write a composition "My troublemaker" with three expressions.
I don't have a luxury villa, a brand-name car or a million dollars, but there is a troublemaker at home. He is my innocent and lively brother.
My brother is not sensible and naughty, which brings a lot of fun to our family. One day, my mother is going to buy food. He told me to keep an eye on my brother and not let him run around. I played with him for a while and felt bored, so I concentrated on watching TV. Who knows, my brother kicked the watermelon in the ground. Watermelon rolls like a wheel, so does my brother. I looked at my brother dumbfounded, but he laughed at me and didn't know the pain at all. After a while, I was lying in bed watching TV, and he thought I was. Hum "and he didn't know it, he even went to find my back. I rolled my eyes and walked away. He suddenly burst into tears, and tears poured down his face. It makes people laugh to see him like that.
One day, my mother is going to see a doctor and asked me to take care of my brother. This time, I didn't watch TV. I have been playing with him. I knew I was exhausted, so I took a nap. When I woke up, it was like being robbed at home. Eggs are everywhere on the floor. I ran over and saw that it was my brother. I said to him angrily, "Stop it, I'm going crazy." Finally, my mother came back and I was severely scolded. ...
This is my brother. Isn't he cute?