Three selected masterpieces of narrative composition in college entrance examination.

# College Entrance Examination # Introduction Composition is the most important thing in Chinese examination. If you want to write a good composition, you can read more perfect compositions and use them flexibly. The following are "Three Excellent Articles Selected from Full Score Narrative of College Entrance Examination" compiled by KaoNet, hoping to be helpful to your writing.

Article 1: moved

Time is seamless. When we suddenly look back and see through our hearts, there are always some memories that leave deep traces in your life.

Whenever I think of it, there is always a long-lost impulse in my heart, which is touching.

No one will deliberately seek to be moved, because this is a simple truth and a tremor of the soul. When we see our companions fighting for this group, we can't help cheering for them, and we will cry when we fail and when we succeed. What rises from the tip of our nose is sour, but what gushes from our hearts is sweet. Many people always like to listen to some old songs, which may not sound so good, but those familiar melodies and simple notes can always remind people of the past and recall the mood when listening to this song. Similarly, whether you think of sadness or happiness, there is always a touch that haunts your mind.

In fact, in the long river of life, I am never moved.

Parents' worried eyes and haggard back day by day are the touch of life.

A friend's letter, a short message of blessing, is a comfort to you who are lonely in the distance.

Life is like this, we inadvertently say hello, a greeting, a smile, a little fate ... these things hidden in our hearts are a truth, which has been profound for a long time, even unforgettable for a lifetime. These warm memories, when we are lonely, will unconsciously come out and feel warm.

Therefore, every time you hold an old photo that was accidentally turned out, don't be surprised why you shed tears. Maybe that vague number is what you care about.

Therefore, there is a red leaf floating in the dream. Don't be surprised at it for no reason. Maybe it is the treasure of your life.

So, when I read an exquisite essay by the window, don't be surprised why my fingertips tremble. Maybe that philosophical deduction is exactly what you have experienced.

And moving also needs to know how to experience and aftertaste. Have you ever thought about giving when others give you love?

I heard such a story: there was an old man whose husband died and his children left, leaving her alone. She felt that life meant nothing to her, so she went to the seaside to end her miserable fate. Just as she was walking on the beach, a girl came face to face and gave her a deep smile. Suddenly, the old man felt a beam of sunshine in her heart. Life had not given up on her, so she decided to live a good life.

Just a smile and a touch can make an old man accept life again, so let's hold an umbrella for others in the rain, give a warm cup of tea to strangers, give a bunch of flowers to relatives, and even a bunch of nameless grass. As long as it's not perfunctory, it's not mystifying, just expressing your feelings. Holding that simple and fresh blue with your sincere eyes will make people cry.

Life is beautiful, and touching others will touch you.

Philosophers say that as long as wisdom is unique, even if you smile everywhere, you can feel a kind of love, a taste, a charm and even a philosophy.

What moved me was the slowly melting river that had been frozen for a long time under the spring breeze;

What touched me was a red plum, standing proudly, floating a faint fragrance in the snow;

Touching is a clear spring flowing in the jungle;

Moved by the endless night, the moon is like a hook;

What is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers. However, no matter who you are, you can't tell a person who has no feelings what is touched. Because moving is not spoken with the mouth, but with the heart.

Chapter 2: There is a kind of flower called Buxie.

Night, boundless darkness, falling raindrops beating the silent night sky. "Tears that have passed through a thousand years can only be seen in dreams, and I want to see you again, even if it is a glimpse ~ ~" The ethereal and sad song echoed in the mysterious night sky. I squatted by the window and closed my eyes, quietly reminiscing about the book I read today-There is a kind of flower called Boucher.

How can I describe the feeling that that book brought me? There are many wonderful books, good-looking books, but never has this book brought me such a shock! There is a passage in the preface that deeply touched my heart. "We have hearts that are invisible to our eyes." Life is a thick scroll, with beautiful and fragrant flowers blooming one after another, as long as years, as magical and beautiful as fairy tales. Because of wise listening, the world will become far and wide, the world will become swaying, life will become full and heavy, and life will become full and happy.

I don't know how to describe my mood at the moment. I was moved by filar silk, sad by filar silk, lamented by filar silk, all of which fermented in my chest. A girl smiled brightly in my mind, and a five-year-old child propped up a sky for African children in trouble with his weak strength. She is a respected "love ambassador". She is the smallest "mosquito net ambassador" of "As long as the mosquito net association". She is Catherine who is only in the first grade! She told us with her thin body that as long as a person has a desire for incense, he will definitely release intoxicating fragrance to the world.

In a long book, you come with your whole body shining, smiling leisurely and selling. "Don't be ignorant, the west wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers." Is the truest portrayal of you. Imagine the picture of you living alone, the scene of Hongyan handing books and fighting for tea for fun, and the sad face of a person looking back at the window, I can't help but feel sad. You will never go back to the days when you look back at the door and smell your childhood, and you will never have the interest of "returning to the boat at night and wandering in the depths of the lotus". What is the love you are fighting for?

what is love ? I don't think anyone can describe it in words, and all the smart people in the world together can't explain it to a person who can't feel love. There are many kinds of love, everyone's love is different, and everyone's definition of love is different. But in my heart, I always believe that love is a flower, and its name is Wuxie!

Article 3: sugar-coated berries

When I was playing at home as a child, I heard the cry of selling candied haws and pestered my mother to buy them. Sometimes I secretly follow the candied haws along the street. Not candied haws, but sweet shouts.

Is an old Beijing, often come to my door to sell, the whole family sells candied haws. According to him, his grandfather sold candied haws in the Qing Dynasty.

Therefore, his candied haws are absolutely authentic, and there is no way to verify them. But his sweet cry convinced me. At that time, I was still young, and I didn't know what authentic was. The criterion for judging is to buy food from whoever shouts well.

In this way, I became familiar with this old Beijing. In those days, whenever he passed my door, a 5-year-old child would scream with him.

Old Beijing likes me very much and gives me a bunch of candied haws as a reward before closing the stall every day. Once, he touched my head and said, "Good boy! If you really become a sugar-coated gourd dealer in the future, you are finished! " Young I don't understand the meaning of these words. So I looked at the sugar-coated gourd seller seriously and said, "I'll do this tomorrow." Old Beijing smiled and said nothing.

15 years later, I grew up to be a 20-year-old boy. Old Beijing, which sells candied haws, will never be seen again. I am running for my future life every day. Now my ideal is to be a white-collar worker, and I don't want to sell candied haws as a child anymore. That sweet cry has also been forgotten with the changes of the times.

Finally, at a temple fair in the Spring Festival, I saw the strange and familiar figure in the bustling crowd. Although 15 years have passed, the face of old Beijing remains the same. I ran to meet him and indicated to him that kid 15 years ago.

He looked at me in surprise and then smiled kindly, as if he had found an old dream. He handed me a bunch of candied haws. "Pay in advance and yell at me like that." It seems that I found my childhood again, and then I suddenly found that I couldn't open my mouth anyway and stayed there for a long time. It's embarrassing. I am already a 20-year-old young man.

Old Beijing smiled and said, "I knew it when I was scared." Say it again,' What a good boy! If you really become a sugar-coated gourd dealer in the future, it will be ruined!' "Then, he shouted away.

sugar-coated haws ...

Gourd rock sugar ...

Sweet shouts came into my mind, like a dream-deeply in hutong, quadrangle, doorstep-poor child-mother ... a heat wave hit my heart, and finally I put everything aside and opened my throat-

sugar-coated haws ...

Gourd rock sugar ...

Shouting, the symbol of old Beijing, has a pure and simple taste of old Beijing. Times have changed, but Beijing's songs have been floating until 2008. Then let friends all over the world listen to the authentic shouts and taste this intoxicating Beijing rhyme.

sugar-coated haws ...

Gourd rock sugar ...