The topic of the composition is "they" at the end of the city, there is no bustling market, no shining neon; At the end of the city, there are only weather-beaten dilapidated shanty towns; At the end of the city, there are a group of people like them. What should I call them? Children of migrant workers? Farmers' children? Or the second generation of migrant workers? No, I don't want to call them by these cold names. I want to call them with their simple baby names, hold their hands and approach their lives ... they grew up in the green mountains and green waters of their hometown, and their pure souls held their heads high in the fields. In the wind of Shan Ye, they are running and dreaming. The wind blew into the city from the fields. For their livelihood and future, they followed their parents to the city and took root at the end of the city. So I got used to the eyes of green mountains and green waters, and came into contact with tall buildings and traffic for the first time. They don't know how to cross the six-lane road, and their little hands can't tell the floors of the office building. Prosperous modern civilization has never brought them any happiness, but this time, it has left a deep imprint on their hearts. They took up their schoolbags and carefully integrated into city life. But in the strange eyes of "city people", I understood the difference between hukou and temporary residence permit for the first time. Are the treasures in parents' hearts! But prematurely assumed the burden that does not belong to this era. When they come home from school, they cook a simple dinner, and their parents are still working at the construction site or the food market; Wake up in the middle of the night, the starry sky in the city is not as bright as my tearful hometown; Make a wish quietly, hoping that their children's primary school of migrant workers will not close down tomorrow because they can't pay the electricity bill ... but I saw their growth in their growing bodies. I remember a reporter asked a child in a school for migrant children if he would go back to his hometown after graduation. The little girl said without hesitation: Of course, he must go back! At that moment, I almost cried for their growth. I remember their childish declaration on the Spring Festival Evening that year: "Our school is small, but its grades are not bad", "We don't compare with children in the city" and "Beijing's 2008 is also our 2008!" They gradually matured, bid farewell to yesterday's shyness and began to welcome a new day. Although, they are still worried about small tuition fees; Although, the school still can't afford to pay the utilities; Although, there are still many imperfect systems ... although there are many "although", only one "but" is enough. Many eyes have turned to them, and they are thriving. The sun rises from the horizon, illuminating the end of the city and their lives. They will eventually become us. In 2006, China's best college entrance examination perfect score composition Shanghai Volume 2008 65438+ 10/2 [original title playback] composition. Write an article on the topic "I want to hold your hand". Requirements: (1) not less than 800 words. (2) don't write poetry. (3) Don't disclose personal information in the article. ? [Interpretation of the topic] The topic "I want to hold your hand" in Shanghai's college entrance examination this year is a proposition composition requirement. It is kind and plain, seemingly shallow, but in fact it is still a continuation of the propositional thinking of Chinese test papers in Shanghai college entrance examination in recent years, which embodies profound ideological connotation. Judging from the title, this is a complete sentence with complete subject, predicate and object, which clearly describes one thing, that is, why "I" (the examinee) "want to hold your hand". The focus of article writing is on the word "Xiang". Why "think"? How to "think" is the focus of the article. Think clearly about these key questions when you conceive: who is "you", write one "you" or write several "you"? Why do you hold your hand, that is, what is behind your back? Since we want to shake hands, we must have something to say. What mood is it? Or is there any knowledge about life to exchange? The topic is "I shake hands". What is the reason for wanting to shake hands? This is where the article wants to shine and write lavishly-admired by people's manners; Be moved by people's words; Impressed by people's image and demeanor; A kind of praise arises spontaneously from people's will quality ... In short, it is to write that oneself is touching, admirable, touching and respectful ... There are many things that can be written, and the scope is wide, but the wonderful theme of the article is "I want to shake hands"-I want to shake hands, but I haven't. This is a process that has never been implemented. In other words, the writer knows the author but has no real acquaintances, and getting along is just the beginning; Or get along well, but let the author open his heart and tell him that he is rarely respected. You can write an unexpected emotion, or a little respect from a long-term relationship, but you are not completely close to the protagonist ... On the surface, you write about people and things, but I think it is more about spiritual communication, inner purification and monologue, and the writer's own subjective feelings. Stylistically speaking, nature is very open. Prose that is both reasonable and reasonable, complex narration with sincere feelings, argumentative essays with a little color, and even novel and tortuous novels or scripts. Throughout this year's Shanghai college entrance examination composition questions, there are several characteristics, such as great openness, requiring candidates to express their true feelings in words, easy to write and difficult to shine. These characteristics represent a direction of the development of college entrance examination composition proposition, which candidates should pay attention to in 2007. [Full score composition 1]? I want to hold your hand. There is no truer way to shake hands than this! -Inscription The door left unlocked creaked and opened a crack. Dad leaned into half his head and looked in. It's just dawn, and my roommate may be asleep. I just woke up, huddled up and covered my face with a quilt. Yes, it's dad! Red, a big bunch of carnations, I was shocked. That day, dad was still wearing his white overalls and his hair was messy. Maybe it was windy outside. The fog in the early morning wet the ends of his hair, and there seemed to be traces of wind on his face, which looked much more vicissitudes than before. However, I still can't help laughing. Dad looks clumsy and funny. His whole dress doesn't match the big bunch of carnations on his chest. I have always thought that flowers should have some romance and sentiment. Dad came up to me, and I grinned and hid in the corner of the quilt. "Oh, I woke up." Dad's surprised expression let me know how much I like sleeping in. "Yeah, but Dad, are these flowers for me?" I'm still a little skeptical. Dad was a little nervous about this question. His hands kept changing flowers, his face flushed and he nodded in confusion. "Yesterday, your mother and I discussed what to buy. Later, your mother said that you like carnations. Early in the morning, I went to the flower shop to pick some flowers, but the owner packed them too brightly ... "Dad stopped. He may really not be used to this occasion of sending flowers. Dad rummaged through the drawers and finally found a vase for arranging flowers, which was very dirty. Before I could speak, my father had put down the flowers and trotted out. I looked at that big bunch of red carnations, but somehow I was moved. I remembered the day of the accident, my mother's panic and my father's calmness. I broke my leg because I was careless when riding a bike. At that time, I only remembered a sharp pain, and my legs could not be lifted any more. The emergency room of the hospital is on the fourth floor, and the elevator is crowded with people. I know my parents decided to go to the emergency room because they were worried about my serious illness. Dad hurried upstairs behind my back without stopping. Lying on my father's shoulder, I clearly saw the sweat on his face. Dad's body is very thin, but I obviously felt his strength when he carried me. On the fourth floor, I don't know how many steps there are in that long corridor, and I didn't see my dad panting after taking me to the emergency room. This is by no means an easy road ... Dad came in with a vase and a simple and honest smile on his face. At that moment, I wanted to cry. People say that simple love is the greatest. I suddenly realized that my father had never given me great love. My story with him is not as vigorous as that in the movie. In my childhood, his love gave a kite flying high in March, a small crucian carp with black eyes … I grew up little by little surrounded by warmth. I don't know when my father has planted carnations, and a person is stupidly arranging the order of each flower. Left, right, up, down. I stared at him quietly, feeling the blessing of the morning in the room. On the petals, a drop of dew slipped. In subtle emotions, carnations also know how to shed tears for me. ..... I gradually fell asleep, and in a daze, a pair of little hands gently held my hand. I didn't open my eyes, but tears finally ran down my face. [Teacher's comment] The highlights of this article are as follows: First, the author skillfully sets the situation and conveys such a profound thought in the ordinary and moving details description: the true feelings are nothing more than a handshake! Second, the story begins with a small scene: my father came to the hospital with a big bunch of red carnations, which looked clumsy and funny. Dad was a little nervous when I asked him "You gave me these flowers". His hands kept changing flowers, his face flushed and he nodded in confusion. Next, Dad explained why he bought flowers, washed the vase for arranging flowers and put them in. "Han Han is arranging the order of each flower", "I" was moved, but "tears finally spilled all over my face". This enlightens us that my father gently held my hand and spread the word "I" affectionately. It was our family that made us shake hands. Third, the scene of this article is simple and grand, the plot is concentrated and turbulent, the language is concise and rich in connotation, the mental journey of the characters is clearly visible, and some details are particularly excellent. [Highlight dialysis] The basic level fits the meaning of the question. The article starts with a small scene, and the author grasps it well. I was very touched when my father came to the hospital to send me flowers. This is the power of family. Deep development level? Through the deep essence of the phenomenon, it is of far-reaching significance to explore deeper and broader connotations from a bunch of red carnations. Rich images and plump flowers depict the clumsy, funny and simple image of father, and reveal the theme that family makes us shake hands. [error synthesis]