Full score composition narrative in college entrance examination

Brilliant sunshine is projected on the vast sea. In the distance, on a dangerous cliff, an eagle shook off the dust, spread its wings, flew to the sun like the wind and disappeared into the golden light.

The reason why the eagle can fly high is because of its plump feathers and hard wings, and because it has accumulated enough self-confidence after countless attempts. It can be seen that when the wings are gradually plump, they must be tempered.

Chen Jingrun, a famous contemporary young mathematician, showed extraordinary mathematical talent in middle school. When proving Goldbach's conjecture about the world's mathematical problems, he often shut himself in his room and devoted himself to his studies. Whether in cold winter or hot summer. He told us with his own success: don't forget the down-to-earth calculation when the wings are growing.

Pu Songling, a novelist in Qing Dynasty, began to collect novel materials when he was young. He often comes to a big tree near the market and spreads a piece of cloth with a cigarette rod and a cup of tea on it. Whenever pedestrians pass by, he always respectfully asks them to have a rest, have a sip of tea and smoke a pack of cigarettes, and then asks them to tell some folk fairy tales and make their own records. Day after day, year after year. It was not until he was in his forties that he finally finished the creation of Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio. He told us with practical actions: when our wings are getting fuller, we should have the spirit of diligence and humility.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. When the wings are growing, we should try to avoid arrogance.

Zhao Kuo is the son of Zhao She, the general of Chu. He has been familiar with the art of war since he was a child and has talked about the theory of war. Even his father, the great Zhao She, couldn't stop him. Proud Zhao Kuo thought he was proficient in the art of war and invincible in the world, so he volunteered after Zhao She's death to replace Lian Po, a generation of general who was just as famous as his father. And Zhao Kuo, who only speaks the art of war and has no actual combat ability, has ruined 400,000 living young soldiers of Zhao. The lesson of "an armchair strategist" warns us that when the wings are growing, a person is most likely to be arrogant.

Pay attention to sharpening, when the wings are gradually full, we will enjoy flying in the sky.

Lay a solid foundation, and when our wings are growing, we will appreciate the grandeur of the mountains and the vastness of the sea.

Full of confidence, when the wings are growing, learn from the predecessors with an open mind, and success is ahead.

In the sunshine, in the mountains, on the road of life, I see my wings gradually plump, and a spirit of fighting against the storm of life gradually emerges at the high end of my heart. ...

The scenery left in my heart

In my life, the eternal scenery in my corner is green tea, music, mobile phones, computers, soft and warm lights, an oil painting of a small bridge with blue sky and white clouds, and myself. After many dinners, I will walk into this small world, or read books, or meditate, or listen to music, or type trivial words, surrounded by a smell that only I can smell, and the days are dull and quiet.

In fact, scenery is not only water and mountains, but also a kind of spirit. For example, goddess peak in the Three Gorges, Tiandu Peak in Huangshan, Tianchi in Xinjiang, Luhuitou in Hainan ... Every scenic spot, big or small, has a legend. Towering peaks, strange rocks and deep pools with clear water are all ingenious, but those mysterious legends with profound meanings and wonderful moving are the best display of the interpretation of human thought and spirit. If there were no magical legends, how gloomy the scenery would be! People who don't care about their feelings when they see smart scenery must be indifferent to life.

Scenery will become magical because of people's creation, and people will become moist and connotative through the cultivation of scenery. In the long river of years, even if you walk in the loneliest journey, or walk in the most remote and poorest place, there will be one or two scenery dotted with your life, from which people can enjoy and comfort.

I remember when I went to the countryside for a few years, my life was very poor, there was no TV and no entertainment, and my life was very dull. But there is a row of poplar trees outside the residence, which grow luxuriantly and stab into the sky. On lonely days, paying attention to trees is no less than watching the strange pines in Huangshan and the bamboo in Xiaoxiang. Appreciate a touch of green on the tree in spring, which makes you feel refreshed and ignites your interest. In summer, sometimes standing in the shade of a tree, my eyes stretch out to the sky along the tree, my heart drifts away on cloudy days, and my heart soars into space on sunny days. If I focus on the distant and approaching sky pointed by the tree, my heart will fade and I will have the will to soar. Instead, I will think: I don't live long but I am deeply lonely. What about the villagers born and raised in Sri Lanka? Then masturbate: there is no scenic city here, and my mood will never come again ... For a moment, my mind was like a breeze, and I suddenly saw a sunny day and felt a little comfortable. ...

In those days, every time I stood under the tree, Lao Liu would come over and say with a smile, "I'm not used to life!" " "I dare not admit it. He is an educated youth in Jinan. He married a wife and gave birth to a son in the village. He was one of the few educated youths who took root in that place at that time. He created a lonely life in two places: enjoying the gentleness of his wife and caressing the children. Love, joy, worry and annoyance in my heart are all poured into one place, and I am unaware of the hardships of life. Seeing him like this, a beautiful scenery suddenly lit up in my heart, and then I thought: this peace of mind is my hometown.

I thought of my father again. He suffered from brain atrophy in his later years. He has been unable to walk by himself for five or six years. My mother is with him every day, and my father's speaking ability drops. My mother talks to him every day, saying that she works hard, but in his eyes, her husband is a beautiful scenery that she will never find in her life. What about her father? Isn't it also accompanied by mother's extremely precious scenery?

The scenery is beautiful, but there are not only mountains and rivers, animals and plants, but also storms, earthquakes and alien objects ... The scenery is colorful because of its richness and complexity. If people can treat everything they face as a landscape, they can accept it calmly, with ease and joy in it.

I don't know if it will help.