Composition writing 1 the hot college entrance examination made me leave the campus, and my grades were poor, probably because I missed the ivory tower! Actually, this doesn't have much feeling. In my opinion, the real society is as attractive as the ivory tower! So there is no great sadness in my heart.
In high school, perhaps because of the lack of learning cells, I was not forgotten by God. He generously made me fall in love with words. As a result, during the absent-minded hours in class, there are always some words that pop up in my mind, so I can use these sentimental or intense words to kill some boring time! Is it worthwhile to spend three years in charge of these or meaningless things without thinking?
Recently, an idea popped into my mind. After leaving school, this guy seems to be getting away from it. There are still some words that often appear in my mind. When I pick up a pen and want to write those trembling words, it will be abandoned in the middle of writing. When I read my own articles, there is always a feeling that something is missing, not only the number of words, but also that the middle of what I wrote seems to have changed its taste and I can't express what I want to express, so I have been spinning around in the same place, which is really heartbreaking!
If the words are lost at this time, it will be a terrible thing. For individuals, this is probably the sadness in G major!
Composition 2 on writing without feeling can't write anything.
I have read a lot of literary works recently, and I am deeply touched. Reading Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry" slowly, I couldn't help but burst into tears. I want to write an article to express my heart. But when I started writing, I suddenly felt very ignorant. I sat at my desk for a long time and failed to start writing my first word. Many wonderful themes that once amazed me flashed through my mind, but I couldn't decide what to write.
I had an epiphany. I understand this problem. I don't feel anything. How can you expect to leave touching words?
But I still don't want to give up. Maybe I'm afraid that once I give up, I don't know how long it will take me to have such "leisure" to write something.
So I recorded my current mood. Think of it as moaning and entertaining yourself. Think of a sentence I said to others before: "If you have literature in your heart, then life is a vivid literature class." I just want to say that people without formal literature education can become good scholars. I even think there are many people in this world who can give up medicine and engage in literature like Lu Xun. I can often see many beautiful sentences in the space, which makes me deeply moved. Because it is a touching portrayal of their lives. Maybe my understanding of literature is not so precise. I think literature is used to express romance beyond reality or romance. I think the performance of literature is higher than reality.
Maybe we should call it a day. I don't know if anyone can agree with this superficial remark, and I don't know if you are doing this helpless thing with me at your desk.
Writing Essay 3 I have never been good at writing. I don't think I'm fit to enjoy the wind, have sex with the moon and recite poems. A person wandering outside, suffering from loneliness and loneliness, in the absence of exit, writing is a good way to express myself, so I put my mood on writing, and over time, I can actually express myself fluently. Although the sentence is plain, the artistic conception is real and close to the soul, so it actually gives friends the illusion that the fish likes literature. When defending yourself, I always think that covering up is admitting, so I laugh it off. Actually, look at how many books on literature I have. However, there are many kinds of social sciences, astronomical geography. I also like to go to bookstores and buy back some humorous stories and the mysteries of world geography as a pastime.
I don't read many books, and sometimes I feel a little inferior when I am with friends with high academic qualifications, especially when others ask me which university you graduated from, I am inevitably speechless. Although friends always nag at the end that education is not a problem, ability is important. I don't know. It depresses me more. I don't have education and ability, but I barely survive by so-called diligence and so-called persistence. Think about it, it's embarrassing to blush. Fortunately, I am sincere and have many friends. They never judge people by their academic qualifications, so let us maintain our self-esteem after our predecessors.
I have always admired those who are full of ideas and icing on the cake. Although my study is limited, I may not be able to understand their artistic conception, but I can also find something in common with myself in their works, so as to achieve the purpose of understanding. Although I always think that most people who like literature are lofty or eccentric, it doesn't affect my appreciation of their literature.
Recently, in Tianya Yiboyou's blog, I was deeply attracted by his articles, deeply impressed by his literary attainments, and very happy to read them. Although some viewpoints in the article are inevitably too radical or even old-fashioned, they do not hinder the overall coherence and are enjoyable to read. Still young and high-spirited, why hide your nature. The same is true of the people I admire most. When they are angry, the words are on the floor and the sound is on the keys. When gentle, the words are long and quiet as water, and they are friendly to read. I can't help but recommend it to my friends, so that they can feel the words with distinctive style and personality.
In order not to stray from the subject, and my expressive ability is limited, I won't write it. It doesn't matter what I said or expressed. I just want to say what I want to write, hehe, just consider it nonsense ~!
Writing Essay 4 "Write a warm life with indifferent words." This is the motto that a teacher taught me. He is not a teacher who teaches puzzles on the three-foot platform, but a friend I met in the emotional building of Southern Network. I joined the ranks of graffiti and benefited from his encouragement and guidance. So, he is my first writing teacher.
His name is volcanic ice, and he is not big. His deep and sly eyes are embedded in his determined face. It is a person who meets the cold reality, but still "embraces family and life with the enthusiasm of volcanic magma". I graduated from Chinese Department of Xiangtan University in 20xx, with profound cultural background and rich life experience. After four years of graduation, I have worked in Hunan Huatian Group, TCL Air Conditioning Business Headquarters, Dongguan Qisheng Electronics, China Telecom, Ladder English, Brand Truth Magazine, Galanz Group and other units, and now I work in the Planning Department of Conway Group.
Volcanic ice is a gifted scholar. His articles are sometimes profound and meaningful, sometimes passionate, sometimes wise and humorous, and are deeply loved by everyone. Besides, "truthfulness" is the most attractive factor for him and his articles. His "True Memories and Records of the Past" and the serial article "Family Left, Love Right" written with strong affection and contrition style, the click rate is 17 1 reply. However, the article "Father's Love-Deep in the Ocean, Kind as a Mountain", which deeply recalls his father's suffering life, has a high click-through rate, reaching 188 reply. He put his real experience: lovers breaking up, family breaking up, career bleak, strict father's death and a series of blows into these two novels, which made us feel that the blood of volcanic ice was cooling a little when the frost knife and snow sword were unexpected. But at the same time, we also see that the character of "volcano" finally overcomes the hardness of "ice", and the lava of volcano melts the sharpness of ice. After the days of purgatory, love and affection extended a warm hand to him, thus making him firmly believe that "warm life" can be written in "indifferent words".
As a literary and art worker, Huo Shanbing is a prolific writer. In less than a month, more than 20 articles have been published in Lingnan Teahouse, Wenxindiaolou, Leisure Bar and Emotional Room of Southern Network. Let's take a look at the "national economy and people's livelihood" he is concerned about and have a deeper understanding of his "writing life with indifferent words" and creating "warm life".
"Red maple lost to super girl? -A "big-character poster" of Hunan Satellite TV severely condemned Hunan Satellite TV for failing to fulfill its media responsibilities when Tropical Storm "Bliss" No.4 hit in 20xx.
"What should we do with such a beggar? Call on the society to pay attention to the vulnerable groups, advocate the spread of China's traditional virtues of "sympathy for the weak and concern for people's livelihood", and remind the world that "no life can be ignored. "
Vigilance: creating terror in the name of "peacekeeping" and "anti-terrorism" has exposed the fact that some western countries have caused bloodshed and disasters to countless innocent civilians under the guise of "peacekeeping" and "anti-terrorism".
"I posted, I easy? The teasing style of ""gives us a glimpse of the modal mentality of BBS users.
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A glimpse of the whole leopard. Volcano Ice holds "cold words" and writes "warm life", which warms millions of readers in Qian Qian, Qian Qian, and also warms me, a beginner in writing.
In July of 20xx, when I first came to Wang Nan, I couldn't write. I carefully read the posts and replies after those famous posts, and then wrote them down. When growing up in Southern Network, Volcano Ice summed up as "following posts aimlessly and casually-blindly without content-trying to write posts-trying to reply posts-diversified writing posts-directing and guiding replies, causing discussion." That's true. It was his guidance and encouragement that slowly aroused my interest in writing.
Volcanic ice is sometimes passionate and sometimes cynical in the forum, but it is always warm, calm and easy-going in front of me, even if the criticism is not severe. He once criticized me for writing about the love between lotus flowers. "Whether I am moved or not depends on the reader's own control. The redundant exclamation mark is easy for readers to misunderstand that the author is shouting at the top of his lungs." He also gave advice: "To improve the reading rate of your own works, you must first practice six internal skills." Then, I put forward my own unique views from the paragraphs of the article, imagination space, personal position, the discussion triggered by "throwing bricks to attract jade", the art of reply, and the principles of being a man. He also inculcated me that writing "is more important to learn to be a conscientious person in life, to combine reading, writing and thinking, and not to miss any one." This is simply a good word, and every word is well-written. He taught people tirelessly and recommended many famous writers and masters of Southern Network to me, which benefited me a lot. Finally, the later "Love of Lotus Flowers" formed "fresh words, elegant feelings and pleasing format", and the click-through rate and response rate of the article increased.
In order to stimulate my continuous interest in writing, volcanic ice has given me good encouragement and guidance. He said in "My Child Bride's Mother": "The article really achieved' moving people with emotion'." And put forward my own opinion: "I personally think that the details of this production can make children all over the world cry." But if it can be written in such detail and fullness in other chapters, the appeal of this article should be better. "
In "Camellia", the post said: "The article is really well written, very durable and has a wide space for thinking." Then he enlightened me and said, "People don't waste their youth." What we can do is to remember a certain period of youth, and regret is more than faint sorrow. "
In Listening to Your World Close, I quoted too many poems. Volcanic ice warned me: "If you learn from me, you will live like me." Since you choose to be a literary and art worker, the most precious thing is your own thoughts and your own language. "
There is a common fault in my article, that is, it is verbose and not concise. He told me about his own experience: "After I write my own words, I usually make at least two changes: first, I will review them before sending them, and I will cut off redundant and unnecessary plots, words and even punctuation marks; Then modify it according to the opinions of friends, editors and netizens around you. After that, if one day I have a new and different idea about an article, I may always revise it. Therefore, although my creative speed seems to be slow, it is still right for myself and the audience in terms of efficiency and quality. " Then he gave me a sentence from Professor Peng, a college writing class: "For artists, instead of making readers regret your works, it is better to be glad that no works attract readers' abuse. "
I am naturally grateful for this maxim. Think about it, which teacher will give everything he has and tell his students his writing experience and methods in such detail without reservation? And a student without a real teacher?
Volcanic ice really guides me, and my progress is naturally expected. He advised me to put the article "Sweet Osmanthus Fragrance" reflected by netizens in the paper newspaper as much as possible. I worked hard, and the result was really published in the newspaper, and I won the excellent essay award of that year. When my post "Today, I became a volunteer actor" was selected as a "wonderful post", he said at the back of my article: "I am really happier to see your name appear on the list of wonderful posts today (his articles often appear on the list of wonderful posts) ... I was moved to tears (this is the first time I saw it), for you and for myself. Keep your enthusiasm and attitude. Whether the volcano is there or not, it will bless your success faster and bigger. "
Looking at his selfless "indifferent words", how can it not make people warm up quickly and warm up to tears?
Volcanic ice is my teacher and my friend. He has been busy with the company business recently and hasn't spoken for a long time. In particular, I miss the days when I studied happily in Southern Network, and I miss his earnest teaching.
The road to writing is lonely, but I believe that as long as there is his guidance and encouragement, it will not be lonely. The road of life is bumpy. When I accidentally fell down while walking, I thought of my teacher's volcanic ice and his enthusiasm for embracing life. I think I can learn from him and write my warm and happy life in indifferent words.
Composition 5 On writing, I heard that it will start to cool down soon, and the lowest temperature can be reduced to zero. It's foggy and fuzzy outside. When I went out in the morning, I specially added a thick dress. I still feel the chill, and I can't help but tighten my body. Looking forward to the snow for several years may come as scheduled, a little happy, and it is possible to see the cold white fluttering down, spotless. In fact, what I like best is that when the snow melts, the sun shines brightly on the earth, crystal clear and everything is reborn.
Recently, it has been dusty for too long, and it needs snow washing, rebirth, whiteness and return to nature. When I have nothing to do after work, I will habitually go to the essay selection or prose bar to find a few favorite words, hoping to find deep thinking and solve doubts. Since this year, I have never touched words again, not because I don't love them, but because they are untrue. I only wrote an article about grandpa's memories once in the middle. In fact, I wrote a lot during the period, all of which were left in my notes, starting from my heart and ending in a hurry. It's not that there are no words left to fill in. But the written words can't convince themselves, how can it be the result? Like a zombie without a soul, I don't want to worry about giving new words. The boy has long been abandoned in the wilderness on the unrecognizable road of youth.
Until recently, I changed my job, and the trajectory of my life was elusive. I still returned to writing, and my work was out of touch with it. Every time I submit my resume for an interview, I will write that I have certain writing ability. I don't know why, maybe it's instinct, and I hope to be recognized. Value is a wonderful thing that people can't help it. An interviewer asked me before, and after reading your resume, I said that your writing is good, and I would think, actually, I can't say that my writing is good, but I like it, so I will tell him that I like it very much. He asked what you had written, and I said I would write some ideas and share some things I like with my friends. He couldn't help laughing. It turned out to be the standard post-90 s, and Lin Daiyu was depressed. I can think of his specialty, but I can't think of my original intention.
When it comes to writing, you shouldn't say that you are good at writing. Being good is just a form of expression. I can't say plain words. Is it boring? Mr. Wang Zengqi's Hutong Culture clearly describes the whole Beijing Hutong in simple words, vividly shows the lifestyle of Beijingers who are content with the status quo, resigned and content, and records the disappearing Beijing Hutong. I can't say that ordinary life is not enough to sublimate into a gorgeous chapter. Sun Shaoping in Mr. Lu Yao's Ordinary World and his suffering theory describe a person's self-esteem, self-improvement and self-confidence through an ordinary life course of an ordinary task. Struggle and struggle, frustration and pursuit, pain and joy, goodness and beauty of human nature. So as to realize that the greatest advantage of people is to see their own ordinary life, to recognize themselves in ordinary life, to bravely face all the hardships and misfortunes in life, and to live a tenacious life. Cherish the people around you and take every job seriously. There is no mediocre you in the ordinary, only you. At the same time, the love I wrote by Shao Ping and Xiao Xia moved me for a long time. Only the wind was dancing, and I was my companion. It often rings in the ear, and purity always makes people love it beyond measure. I'm not sure how much influence Ordinary World has had on me, but I'm sure it has far-reaching significance. It is suggested that friends who sail on the vast sea can go and see it, and always see a trace of sunrise.
For people, words always represent life, the times and the essence of beauty. Whether it is gorgeous or simple, it always expresses people's spiritual world. Secular desires lead people to capture the existence and significance of truth. Writing, for myself, I think it has nothing to do with elegance and fame, but only with the voice that I, an ordinary person, can make, echoing in the dark valley, my understanding of life, or my thinking about right and wrong. I don't want him to go down in history. What I am pursuing is Mr. Zhang Wei's love and persistence for you on the plateau for more than 20 years. If he writes, just write. If he can have a positive impact on people or things around him, or resonate with people who are destined for him in a certain time and space, so much the better, and it will be gratifying enough. Or in the distant future, I can see the sky once, oh,
That's why it's so blue
Postscript: it's a little dazzling and imprecise, but think about what it says above and write it. ......
Characters' essays, like a drop of rain, interpret the truest dreams and the most ethereal reality in the vast world. Entering the vast night sky, characters will step into the boundless night space, with dazzling excitement, dark and quiet depression, unwilling loneliness and lingering, and a quiet ending.
Words constitute the most touching affection, like a clear spring, which makes people calm down the heat in their hearts, like a ray of light smoke, which makes people feel pale and light, but also like a sharp knife, which makes people shudder. It is gentle and touching to say words are like women; If words are like youth, that is its perseverance and strength; If words are like old people, they have deep letters in their hearts.
Words, like a dew in late autumn, are subtle and ingenious, and words are a combination of contradictions. It is sometimes passionate, sometimes depressed, sometimes thousands of miles away, and sometimes a river is flat. Without a specific orientation, literati feel the combination of words and dexterity, like making a handicraft. When emotion is integrated into words, it is no longer simple words, but a kind of life. In "Autumn Rain in the Philippines", Li Qingzhao once lamented: "The phoenix tree is more raining, and the dusk is dripping", and the continuous drizzle weaves a hazy but real sadness. Liu Yong once said sadly, "When I miss you, the smoke waves are thousands of miles away and the fog is heavy." I can't catch the faint feelings in my heart, and I can't keep them. Only at the end of my pen can I find traces of it.
After thousands of years of inheritance, writing has such a cultural ocean. Writing is also one of the essential survival rules. Without words, there would be no language, and we would forget to think. Without emotional description, our nerves will slowly shrink, and in the end, we are just a dust, blowing in the wind, ups and downs in the waves, and slowly disappear with the passage of time. What were we then? Nothing, nothing at all. Think about the noise here and the silence at that time. Only the wind and sand rolled up from time to time shuttled between the valleys, making a low roar. Is it like a sigh, a sigh? Where did it come from? In a world without thoughts and language, how can we express our feelings and pour out our pain? Maybe it's just a habitual exhalation. People, like being locked in a cocoon woven in their own hearts, are suffering from depression and pain.
The quiet world is comforting, but it also hides fear. It's words that make all these things alive and touching. Because of the words, we have the initial feeling. The ancients used words to weave a beautiful paradise, and also used words to whip a dark hell. Chinese civilization has been passed down in words for thousands of years. We should carry on the chain of inheritance, cast tomorrow's glory with life, and water the words with loud emotions.