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Learn to bow your head and conceive a composition
When you step into the society, you will be surprised by the colorful life; Into the folk, you will understand the simplicity and tenacity of folk customs; When you walk into the campus, you will feel the bitterness and sweetness of learning the sea ... Please write a composition on your own experience, experience, knowledge, feelings or knowledge.

Requirements: ① Complete the composition questions. (2) photos, expressing truth. 3 self-determination. (4) Not less than 800 words.

Writing instruction

Seeking truth and being pragmatic is the simplest code of conduct, and achieving "seeking truth and being pragmatic" in everything will surely achieve ideal results. The composition in the examination room is no exception. Whether you are reviewing questions or conceiving writing, you should pay attention to this "truth" and "reality". If the examination is not accurate and deviates from the requirements of the topic, it will naturally lose the "true" digression. If you don't write within the prescribed scope according to the requirements of the material composition, it is also illusory. If you don't "really" write your own personal experience, such as "excellent works exhibition" and "into the sea of books", you can write your own reading experience in chronological order; You can focus on your feelings about an event, such as "Exhibition 2" and "Into the Heart" to write about your feelings about catching frogs in your brother's field; You can focus on a certain social reality and trend of thought. For example, Exhibition 3 and Walking into the City describe the phenomenon that blind people can't get the guidance of passers-by, beggars in distress can't get the help they deserve, and so on. No matter what you write, the premise is that the written materials should be "true" and the process description should be "true". From the perspective of writing, the selection of writing materials, the arrangement of hierarchical structure, the application of expression skills and the expression of thoughts and feelings should follow the principle of "truth" and "reality", and there should be "truth" events, "truth" emotions and "reality" expressions. In addition, when describing events and characters, we should pay special attention to the situation activated by sketching, describe typical actions, manners, language and psychology, vividly reproduce specific characters in specific situations, truly reflect the essence of life, and thus enhance the appeal of the article.

Exhibition of outstanding works 1

Walk into the sea of books

Ji 'an, No.8 Middle School District, Yongzhou City, Hunan Province

Childhood innocence

When I was five years old, I had learned many poems from my brothers and sisters' books. On holidays, whenever relatives and friends get together, someone will take out candy to coax me into reciting poems. After I got the candy, I was no longer shy. I shook my head with joy and recited those ancient poems. What "the mountains cover the day, the ocean drains the golden river", what "the vast grass crosses the plain and comes and goes with the seasons", what "the cold mountains are far away, and there are people deep in the white clouds", and so on. In the process of reciting poems, someone will always praise me for reciting them well. At this time, I always jump for joy. Although I can recite many ancient poems, I really don't understand the meaning of them. Some poems are completely incomprehensible. Still, I'm proud of it. When my parents want to send me to school, I always make noise and even cry. I always feel lonely when I have no parents around to go to school. Until I was seven years old, I was the eldest child in the village. My peers went to school, but I didn't. Relatives say that children who don't go to school are not good children. So, I had nothing to say, so I had to follow my parents into school and began to get in touch with books formally.

Comfort in junior high school

Entering junior high school, I fell in love with books. I spent all day in the sea of books, trying to absorb the nutrition from them. Gradually, I met a large number of celebrities, such as Bing Xin, Lu Xun, Mao Dun, Ba Jin, Guo Moruo, Hugo, lev tolstoy, Balzac and so on. Their works fascinate me. I was conquered by books. In the process of my close contact with books, I got the careful guidance of several knowledgeable Chinese teachers, who guided me to combine in-class learning with extracurricular reading and reading with writing, which not only broadened my horizons, enriched my knowledge, but also greatly improved my reading and writing ability. I often get a good ranking in various essay competitions organized by my school. I became a little-known figure in the school, and got special care from school leaders and teachers, which made many students envy me. I have more confidence in my study and feel that school life is so comfortable and beautiful! I know that my progress and happiness are brought to me by books. Reading turned out to be really a pleasure.

The maturity of high school

In high school, I was obsessed with books, especially literary masterpieces. I learned how to seek knowledge, how to be a man and how to live. I can treat fame and fortune with a normal heart and study and life with a positive and enterprising spirit. I know how to overcome all kinds of difficulties in my study and life, and how to be friendly to my classmates and respect others. What makes me proud is that I learned how to write articles from it. I often write articles that are appreciated by teachers. In addition to being published in the school magazine, my article has won many awards in various essay competitions in urban areas, which not only won honors for the school and classes, but also inspired my self-confidence and motivation to learn. The knowledge in the book is endless. Sincere thanks for the book. Reading makes me mature.

Books have been with me year after year, and I have gained one joy after another. Books are the ladder of human progress. Let's walk into the sea of books with high spirits.

Comment on the author's own reading experience in chronological order. These real and ordinary life events are integrated into the author's real and simple emotions, which arouses the author's real and sincere life sentiment. It is precisely because of ordinary life events and simple life feelings that the appeal of "Let's walk into the sea of books full of energy" issued at the end of the article is natural and infectious. The use of three subheadings makes the article rigorous and orderly.

Exhibition of Excellent Works II

Enter the heart

Jiang Liping, No.8 Middle School in Yongzhou, Hunan.

Writer Russell once said, I am eager to know people's thoughts, I am eager to know people's hearts, and I am eager to know Pythagoras' mathematical mysteries. I admire Russell, and I am eager to walk into people's hearts like him.

Spring has come, and I have specially prepared a listening heart, because listening to spring will make people more energetic and more brilliant. Bathed in the spring breeze and spring rain, my life is bluer and happier.

I love nature, and I love the beautiful human mind. It was a sunny day. I followed my parents in weeding the paddy field, and my brother followed, saying, "I'm going to catch frogs." At that time, I didn't care what my brother said, because I was older than him and knew he was very active. I have to teach him how to do things while satisfying his curiosity. In the field, a piece of green paddy field is displayed before our eyes, and Daishan Mountain in the distance is also charming and pleasing to the eye. My brother and I walked barefoot on the ridge of the field, and our feet itched, but we didn't stop. As we walked, we looked at the green bamboo in the distance and the green rice seedlings at our feet. We are not as silent as mom and dad. We had a lot to talk about, but somehow we argued. It's just that our dispute is a quick decision, and there will be no swords and shadows. My brother has lovely dimples. He likes to laugh. It's really funny to laugh. Every time we quarrel, he can make me angry and laugh. Looking back now, I really only felt the cuteness of my brother at that time, and the time with my brother was extremely sweet. Mother called us in the rice field: "Why don't you come and help pull the grass?" What are you still standing there for? "My brother and I said in unison," I'm coming, I'm coming. "Next to me are my brothers, parents, one by one, pulling weeds in the field line by line. My brother lacks patience in doing things, and after pulling out, he becomes lazy and looks around from time to time. Suddenly, a frog cried. My brother was so excited that he immediately said to me, "Sister, I'm going to catch some frogs. "I didn't care too much, just silently pulling weeds. My brother searched carefully over there, but my mother shouted in the paddy field, "Wen Er, don't do anything. Go and get your clothes and pants dirty. Go back!"! "My brother disagreed and continued to look for frogs. After a while, my brother finally found a frog. He jumped over, carefully covered the frog, slowly opened his fingers, looked at the frog between his fingers, and then lifted it with both hands. When my brother lifted the frog, he found it was an injured frog, and one of its legs was injured. My brother's expression changed, as if he were crying and silent. I walked up to him, picked up the frog and said, "Frogs are alive, too. We can't hurt them. You see, frogs helped us eliminate pests in the fields and save pesticides. How much time did we save on pest control? How good the frog's heart is and how much it contributes to farmers. "My brother listened to a little sad. He blew the frog's injured leg hard, because he was injured himself at ordinary times, so I always helped him blow it, which could alleviate his pain. I feel a little funny watching my brother play so intently, but I can't laugh because I see my brother's sincere and kind heart.

Spring has come, and I think of my brother again. I think, as long as everyone has a sincere, compassionate and kind heart, people and nature, people and animals can live in harmony. Human life will be happy and warm.

In fact, the event written in the commentary is very simple, only writing the ordinary life segment of my brother catching frogs in the field, but this life segment is very "real". My brother's movements, demeanor, language and psychology during the whole delivery process are very delicate and true. My brother's "sincere and kind heart" is therefore true, vivid and touching. The feeling of "spring is coming" at the beginning and end of the article not only plays a coordinating role, but also enhances the poetry and depth of the article.

Excellent works exhibition 3

Walk into the city

Jiang Rong, No.8 Middle School in Yongzhou, Hunan Province

Maybe the light in the mirror is too dazzling, and dirt will be left behind the mirror. -inscription

The bustling city, colorful neon lights and noisy streets all look fresh and attractive. The first day I stepped into this city, I was deeply attracted by its beauty and prosperity. Is it really as beautiful as it looks?

At dusk, the sun sets, and in the bloody sunset, I sit on the balcony and look at the bustling streets in front of me. A man wearing sunglasses came into my sight. He seems to have a stick in his hand. I looked at it carefully and found that it was really a crutch. "Oh, it turned out to be blind." I said to myself. I saw the "blind man" hesitate to take the zebra crossing, then stopped and dared not take a step forward. People and cars in the street seemed to be rushing home. Ten minutes passed, and no one came to lead him across the street. The "blind man" seems to be impatient, or for other reasons. He knocked on the ground with his cane and walked carefully to the middle of the street. After a long seven or eight minutes, the "blind man" knocked across the street. His furrowed brow finally relaxed. I think, at this time, he probably felt the stone fall from his heart, as if thanking God for not letting him be knocked down by a car. However, I seem to hear his heavy sigh. I wonder, will he have such "good luck" next time he crosses the road? Looking up at the sky, the bloody sunset seems to be more arrogant, as if to devour the evening sky.

The afternoon sun fumigated the earth viciously, and the whole city was like a big steamer. It happened that at this time, my mother asked me to go out and help her buy something. I muttered to myself with a full face of reluctance, but "my mother's fate is hard to violate" and I had to trudge out. The convenience store is some distance from my home. At the crossroads, I saw a man lying prone on the ground with his hands, his gray-haired head clinging to the hot cement road, and his clothes were in rags. When I passed by her, I saw a sign that said something, but I didn't see it clearly. About being killed or something. There is a broken bowl in front of her-empty. Two high heels are walking past her. One was about to throw some money into the bowl when another fashionable girl grabbed her and muttered something. I only heard the fashionable girl say, "There are too many such liars these days. There is truth and falsehood. Who knows if she is true or not? " The woman who was about to lose money just now involuntarily withdrew her hand that had already taken out several tickets. The pity she just gave birth to seems to be extinguished in an instant. She said, "Yeah, forget it. Let's go." The sound of "pedal, pedal, pedal" is gone. I witnessed all this, and I was speechless. On the way back from shopping, I gave all the change given by the shopkeeper to the rags still lying on the ground. She looked up at me with dim eyes, her chapped lips moved, and her voice was hoarse and hard to hear: "Thank you, thank you …" She kept mumbling. I crossed the street and looked back at her from a distance. Her eyes are still fixed on the direction I left. Alas, poor man, she was full of gratitude for my meager charity ... When I got home, I told my mother about it. My mother simply said, "You are still young, and there are many social liars ..." I was shocked that my mother should say such a thing! Did I really do something wrong?

Behind the gorgeous appearance of the city, there are actually sadness and tears. ...

This article reproduces two scenes of city life: one is that the blind can't get the guidance of passers-by when crossing the street, and the other is that the beggar in distress can't get the help of fashionable girls and is grateful for my meager charity. In the first person, I wrote down my inner feelings of what I saw and heard. The movements and expressions of the blind and beggars are delicate and vivid, vivid and touching. Because of the truth of the details, this article is full of artistic appeal.