10 narrative with evaluation, more than 400 words.

I see you have crossed the generation gap.

I can't remember the last time I took a good look at you, father.

I only remember you at that time, with dark hair and bronze skin. Living in the countryside when you were young gave you a healthy body and also made you quiet in a complicated society.

You have seldom taken care of me since I was in high school. Some people say that "children follow their mothers and women follow their fathers". In my life, more is my mother's education and care. I talk and laugh with her almost every day, but I seldom talk to you. Mom always cares about me here and there, but in my eyes, you always sit in your corner and study your own stock. I always feel that you don't care about me at all. I always feel that you are an outsider at home.

With the alienation of feelings, I found that I gradually didn't recognize you. The "generation gap" is really a magical thing.

The college entrance examination is getting closer and closer to me, but you are getting farther and farther away from me. Although you began to say something from time to time and began to stuff all kinds of supplements into my mouth on time every day, those words were far less pleasant to me than what my mother said. I even think you are a "doctor", not a father. Emotional alienation seems to really cut off cognition.

There was a school holiday a few days before the exam, and you asked me to go to your school to review. You took me to your school, made me wait in the office, and cleaned a classroom by yourself. I was bored in the office alone, so I went downstairs to the door of the classroom. Your busy figure is shaking in the classroom. I suddenly realized that I haven't seen you for a long time.

I walked in without saying a word. You are still busy. The light is not bright, but I see some dazzling light on your head. I noticed that you have white hair for the first time. You are struggling to move the table, and the sky shines on your forehead. This is my father. Once upon a time, my father with heavy work at home became so weak! You are still old!

At that moment, I suddenly felt a shock coming out of my heart, generate, which shocked my whole body. I think it comes from endless affection and is the echo of my heart. I suddenly found the feeling of being surrounded by my father's love. This kind of fatherly love is not as extensive and detailed as before, but it is more profound and can arouse my inner voice more. I think I know you again.

Maybe you haven't felt my awakening yet. Maybe in your eyes, I am still the little boy who is indifferent to you. But you know, as long as the kinship remains the same and the blood is connected, I will definitely realize the greatness of fatherly love. Feelings may be alienated, but no matter how wide the generation gap is, I will eventually see you!

Analysis: Starting from the social phenomenon that there is a generation gap between contemporary middle school students and their parents, writing that the generation gap makes "I" lack an accurate interpretation of father's love, and also shows that the theme of fact education "I" should know and love my father. The article describes my misunderstanding of fatherly love, which is a foreshadowing and a prelude to deepening understanding. Write in detail the details of "the father worked hard to move the table"-this is the natural expression of a man's love for his son. The author is full of affection and writes deeply. In expression, the article adopts inner monologue, which is true and natural, and strengthens the catharsis of feelings; In the concept of material selection, it points to real life and has distinct characteristics of the times.

Narrative writing, the fourteenth method of rhetoric application: scene blending method

"Scenery fusion method" refers to a method of expressing feelings with the help of scenery description. The characteristic of scene blending method is "empathy", that is, in the aesthetic process, the author's subjective feelings are transferred to the objective scenery through association and imagination, so that the non-Sui objective things are coated with a layer of subjective feelings. Model link

Yellow halo

Mao dun

The sea is dark green and restless; Small waves lined up March forward, countless, shouting the password "one, two, one", coming towards the seawall of the trumpet mouth. Squeeze into the beach, bang! -the team was dissolved and angry. However, the back row rushed up again.

Three-year-old or five-year-old Bai Ou flew gently, flapping his wings and flapping the waves-the waves became angry little by little.

The wind is howling. Charge! Small waves are jumping, and each one is like a big eye, shining with golden light. The sea is full of golden eyes, all jumping. Under the seawall, there was a killing sound.

And these golden eyes that jump in the sea overlap in rows, like anger in rows, with blood red in rows, and even extend to the horizon, becoming a touch of gold. Here, half a fiery sunset!

Half the sky is burning red, and the heavy pressure is on the bald head of the sunset.

The sunset struggled angrily as if to say:

Oh, oh! I have completed today's historical mission, and I have finished today's journey! Now, now, it's time for me to rest and die! Oh, oh! But my freshman year is about to start! Tomorrow, from the other side of the sea, I will stand up strongly and give you light, warmth and happiness!

Happy ... happy ...

The wind sends the world a declaration that the sun will never go out. The highest peak in the Himalayas, the Pacific Ocean in Wang Yang, gloomy ancient villages, cities frozen by silvery white light-everything, the sunset is sprayed with bloody flames!

At 2: 03, Bai Ou cut through the ochre sky.

The wind went with the announcement of the sunset.

As if it suddenly melted, countless golden eyes of the sea spread out into dark green faces.

There was a tragic voice in the distance.

The darkness of night will come heavily.

I don't know where I have been, but the wind suddenly came back; This time it's like a drum: Bolen, Bolen! No, it's not just the wind, it's thunder! Wind brings thunder!

The sea is rough again, and the waves are coming. Boom! prosperous

On the sea at night, a storm is coming!

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Twilight, written by Mr. Mao Dun at 1934. With wonderful imagination, the author spilled his emotional pen and ink in the dusk and melted into the Vientiane in the dusk. In the author's pen, the sea is rushing with rows of waves, with big eyes like "small waves jumping", seagulls "wings flapping the waves", "flaming sunset" burning half the sky, and "everything, everything" is sprayed with blood by the sunset; Also, the wind full of horns, the "ochre" sky, and the "tragic voice" ... its scene is unrestrained, warm and spectacular; Its shape is ups and downs, magnificent and colorful; Its color is bright, eager and full of vitality; Its momentum is unrestrained, majestic and high. In these scenes, there is optimism that is not afraid of difficulties, and there is a fearless spirit of being brave and enterprising. In the author's pen, the sea is the generation and accumulation of a force, the sunset is the brewing and urging of a new life, and the wind and thunder are the powerful hands that tear the "darkness of night". All these scenes are permeated with the author's call for a new world. "All scenery is sentimental". In this magnificent scenery, the author's feelings of worrying about the country and the people and his high optimism are fully and perfectly expressed.

The thirteenth method of narrative writing and arrangement: the method of narration and discussion

"Narration and discussion" is a common narrative method. Generally speaking, there are two situations: one is Syrian-Chinese discussion, that is, inserting some comments to embellish the main idea while narrating; The second is to talk about it first, that is, insert some comments after each narrative or several events to comment on the facts.

The narrative of "narrative method" has two situations: vertical and horizontal. In the longitudinal narrative, the development process of the event should be cut into several segments according to the development of the event, and some comments should be inserted between the segments. Horizontal structure, discuss one thing or all things, and comment afterwards. Narration and discussion can constantly reveal and strengthen the connotation of the people, things, scenery and things described.

In narrative writing, narration is the foundation and support of exposition, and exposition is the deepening and finishing touch of narration.

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Recall Mr. Lu Xun

Ba Jin

Coming out of Beijing Library, I walked against the wind for a while. The wind blew dust on my face, and I could hardly open my eyes. I stood under the tree to take shelter from the wind. I took off my glasses and wiped the dust off them with a handkerchief. I put on my glasses again, and I felt my eyes suddenly lit up. I stood under this tree for a long time, listening to the wind and watching the pedestrians passing by in a hurry. My mind went back to the place where I had just left: a small exhibition room in the library. That place attracted my whole heart. I'm a little surprised: how can that small room accommodate the brilliant life and great mind of a giant?

I said Mr. Lu Xun, and I was thinking of Mr. Lu Xun. I just saw his manuscripts, his letters and photos. I am familiar with these, too. I have never forgotten him all these years. Over the years, when I am in danger, when I am desperate, when I feel tired, I often think of this thin old man, and I often think of his articles with strong love and hate. I especially remember: two nights ago, I was in front of him in a funeral home. The half-glass coffin didn't cover his sleepy face. He is surrounded by fragrant flowers. The night is quiet. Four or five friends are working outside and can't hear anything except a slight conversation. I stood in front of Ling and looked at his kind face. I thought of the help and encouragement I personally got from him, his life full of hardships and struggles, his love for the youth, his concern for the people of China and his expectation for the future of China. I thought that he left us when Japanese imperialism spread all over North China and the sky in China was overcast. I can't believe death is right in front of my eyes. I said to myself: He is asleep, and he will come back to life. I used to comfort myself like this. If only he could open the coffin and sit up. However, I looked at it. I walked away and came back. I still took a look. He never moved. I know he won't live. I can't control my tears. I said to that kind face like an oath, "You are like a sun, shining everything, even my tiny youth is illuminated by you." You are like a superstar who never falls. I also saw your light in the dark. Young people in China will not live up to your love and expectations, nor will I. You will live, live in our hearts, live in the hearts of young people in China, and live in the hearts of all China people. " Indeed, over the years, his kind smiling face and sleeping face under the coffin have never left my memory. In hardship and despair, every time I think of the scene before the spirit, I find new strength and courage For me, his life is a source of inspiration, just as his book is my guide. Without his screaming and hesitation, I might not be able to write a novel.

It's the past again, that was earlier. 1In August, 926, I came to Beijing for the first time to enter a university and lived in a Tongxing apartment on the Beijiang River. I got sick in Beijing, didn't enter the examination room, lived in the apartment for half a month and left. At that time, Beihai Park was not open, and I had never been anywhere else. In Beijing, I only have two or three friends who come to chat occasionally. There is a book that has been with me for half a month, and that is Scream. I've already read it. I read Diary of a Madman and several other novels published in Chengdu New Youth magazine. I didn't understand at once. I slowly learned to love them. I have a better chance to read them this time. In this miserable and lonely apartment life, it was his novels that comforted the disappointed child's heart. I felt and believed in the power of art for the first time. In the next few years, I never left screaming and took it through many places. Later, there were prose poetry collections "Wandering" and "Weeds", which made them more loving to read. I can also recite several paragraphs from Regret for the Past. Consciously or unconsciously, I learned some methods to control words. Now that I have written several novels, I have to thank the first person who let me know how to control words. Take my small grades as an example, I really can't call them his students. But the growth of a grass by the wall also depends on the grace of the sun. Mr. Lu Xun used to be the sun that shone on everything.

No, he's not just a sun. Sometimes he is a big tree, just like the tree in front of him. This tree blocked the sandstorm for me, and it also blocked the sandstorm for countless young people.

He, our beloved Mr. Lu Xun, has been dead for thirteen years. When people think of him, they immediately think of his morality and his articles. This is what every reader and researcher will always remember and love. His works have become the wealth of China people. I don't need to mention these. Today, when I came out from the exhibition of his life and works and stood under a tree to avoid the sandstorm, I remembered:

This giant, a scrawny old man, has a great heart, and spent his whole life teaching his compatriots to resist the dark forces and pursue the light. He predicted the arrival of a free and independent new China, and he made all efforts for this future. He forgot to pave the way for the future. He didn't lie to us. Now, the new China he predicted has come true. However, when all the people and the whole country rejoiced, he did not show a smiling face among us. Throughout his life, he cursed the night in China and praised the light in China. But he just vomited and died in the dark. Today, the bright new China has arrived, and he who is most qualified to see it has closed his eyes forever. This is really a sad thing. We can only be more grateful to him for this.

The wind has never stopped, but the sunshine in the street is brighter. I have had a rest for some time, and I have to move on.

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Memories of Lu Xun is a model of narration and discussion. Starting with "I" and "Coming out of Beijing Library", the article associates "a small exhibition room" with "a giant", "a glorious life" and "a great mind", which leads to the object of memory and the spirit of the characters. The text mainly recalls two things, and after the narration of each thing, there are essential comments. The first thing, "I was at the funeral home two nights before he died." After the narrative, the author commented: "His kind smiling face, like a face sleeping under a coffin, has never left my memory over the years. In hardship and despair, every time I think of the scene before the spirit, I find new strength and courage For me, his life is a source of inspiration, just as his book is my guide. Without his screaming and hesitation, I may not be able to write a novel. " This discussion reveals Lu Xun's inspiration and influence on "I" and the power of Lu Xun's spirit. The second thing is to write1in August, 926, "I" came to Beijing to enter the university. After the narrative, the author commented: "Mr. Lu Xun is a sun that shines on everything." "No, he is more than a grandson. Sometimes he is a big tree, just like the tree in front of him. This tree blocked the sandstorm for me, and he also blocked the sandstorm for countless young people. " This discussion, on a deeper level, reveals Lu Xun's influence on me and countless young people. Finally, I once again pointed out Lu Xun's spirit and strength in two paragraphs, and once again poured out my respect and gratitude to Lu Xun.

In the way of narration and discussion, the article goes deep step by step, leading readers to step into Lu Xun's spiritual realm and the author's deep and rich feelings.

Narrative Writing: One of Rhetoric Methods: Irony

Irony, that is, irony, is characterized by: the literal meaning is just the opposite to the actual meaning, that is, the literal meaning is a compliment, but its real meaning is a derogatory meaning; Literally, it is derogatory, but its real meaning is positive.

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withdraw cash

Lao She

I tell you, second brother, the people of China are great. Take the bank as an example. Second brother, the smallest bank in China is also better than that in foreign countries, which is not unfair to you. Listen, second brother, I slept in the bank last night. I'm telling you this, second brother, you can't do it in a foreign bank.

I went abroad that year. Didn't you say I followed foreign devils? Second brother, you are so prescient. Let's take the bank as an example. I saw with my own eyes that foreign devils could not catch up with the Chinese after studying for another hundred years. Foreign devils are not enough. Let's just say, second brother, I took a check for ten pounds to withdraw money from other places. As soon as you enter the door of the bank, it is the counter. No bright brass railings, no bronze medals. Look, second brother, what's the difference between this and the oil and salt shop? There are not enough pies. Talk about people. There are several people standing in the counter, all just combing their hair and washing their faces, with smiles on their faces. How cheap this is! Give the check to any one of them, and anyone will ask you good morning or good afternoon first; That's not enough! Look at the check and ask, "How? Sir! " Still smiling. What buyers and sellers! Calling "sir" is not enough, but you must laugh, foreign devil temper! I said, the second brother: "four leaflets with a pound, a pound of zero;" Small change is not the same as money. "Arguably, second brother, do you hate paying ten pounds for such verbosity? If it's a bank buddy, second brother? Guess what, second brother, the foreign devil laughed even lower, as if he had to share such troubles. Drink, buckle the book from under the counter, brush and write; When I finished writing, I reached out again. Money is money, tickets are tickets. I finished counting in the blink of an eye. Then: "please order a little, sir!" " "Another' sir', cheap, don't understand business rules! After counting the money, I was shocked, as if I had forgotten something. By the way, I haven't forgotten anything. I wonder why foreign devil officials-let alone big banks-are so fast. Where is the funeral? Damn it!

Second brother, in China or in banks. What a nice pie! Didn't I say I went to withdraw money yesterday? I went at eight o'clock in the morning, because it is hot now, and the bank opens at eight o'clock; Save the working people early at noon; We must pay attention to everything. Everyone has a servant who can serve but can't, right? When I got to the bank, people really opened the door, so I said to myself, second brother, it's not easy to say when to open the door on a hot day. In fact, people have to stare blankly for a day, isn't it that no one can control it? I walked in while enjoying it. Drinking and drinking, the big electric fan suddenly blew, and everyone was already firmly seated, smoking a cigarette and ringing the tea bell. Great, like a group of emperors. That's enough, pie. As soon as I saw it, I was embarrassed to go. It's a bit ungrateful not to ask people to rest more on a hot day. But I went after all, second brother, because I was afraid that people would throw me out; People look at me as if I'm okay. Why didn't I get kicked out? He is a bank, not a teahouse, and he can go in and out at will. I went there and slowly put the check on the counter. Of course, nobody cares about me. I'm glad one of them gave me a look. It's not easy to take a look at me in hot weather. Second brother, I was ready as soon as I got there; First, stand on your left foot independently, and you can change your legs when you are tired. My left leg has been standing for ten minutes. I'm glad my leg is really strong. After supporting 12 minutes, I had to change my legs, so a right cock came to be independent. My right leg is not weak either. I'm happier. Hey, let the monkey chew the peach. I just stood on my head along the counter for a few minutes. Turn over, everyone did not move, I turned over a dozen somersaults and hit a few whirlwind feet. Just stand firm and come over; I said to myself: I haven't practiced two sets yet, so soon? If that gentleman dared to go over and spit, I made up two sets of fists. After practicing boxing, I sweated a little, which was very enjoyable. I stood for a while, panting, admiring everyone's style-really steady! I really want to give them a drink. At 8: 40, a man came up, his face was going to rain, and dark clouds were gathering on his eyebrows, and he gave me a look. I'm sorry to disturb others in such a hot day. He glanced at the check and then at me, as if he had decided that the check and I were not brothers. I really want to sign my forehead. He took the check and threw me a small bronze medal. I said bluntly, "No, no! If today is not suitable, I will come back tomorrow; Beginning of autumn tomorrow. " I'm really afraid of making him angry. It's very hot today. He still ignored me. It's really classy, which makes me respect!

Holding a bronze medal, I sat in a chair and looked at the money. The gentleman who put the money-a middle-aged man like Qu Yuan-just rang the bell for shredded chicken noodles. I think: when the workers arrive in the kitchen, the kitchen has to go out to buy chickens. It happened that the chicken may not have grown up; Even if you buy chicken, the noodles may not be ground yet. Maybe this bowl of shredded chicken noodles will have to wait for three days and three nights. Of course, a gentleman who puts money will never put money before eating noodles; You can't do anything on a hot day without food in your stomach. I feel so sorry for people, second brother! As soon as I regretted it, I felt a little sleepy and fell asleep by the chair. Have a good sleep, no mosquitoes, no insects, after all, it is in the bank! I slept for more than fifty minutes as soon as I closed my eyes; Second brother, I am in good health! Sleep when you are full! Stealing a look at the gentleman who put the money, (sorry to see, it's wrong to drive people away in hot weather! ) The shredded chicken noodles haven't come yet. I'm worried about him. I'm hungry. How uncomfortable it is to sit. He is a real pie. He was very hungry, but he remained expressionless. I can't help but admire him, second brother.

About ten o'clock. Here comes the shredded chicken noodles! Probably, because I can't look at the clock on the wall-it's hot, and it's not a friend to express the meaning of urging others. Besides, I only waited for two o'clock, which is nothing. I secretly watched people eat noodles. He is not slow to eat. I sympathize with people. It's inhuman to choke to death to cash this check for me! Second brother, we are all kind people. After eating, he rang the bell for a towel, then lit the paper and opened the small hookah. I'm relieved that he won't choke to death. He smoked a hookah for more than half a minute. At this time, second brother, there are already six or seven people waiting to withdraw money. We looked at each other with an expression of sorry for others in our eyes. If I open a bank, second brother, I will shoot them both on the opening day to withdraw money, so as to save trouble in the future. What money do you bring on a hot day? ! I don't know good or bad!

At half past ten, the gentleman who put the money stood up and stretched himself. Then hold a small hookah and chat with colleagues in a low voice. I feel sorry for him, second brother. On a hot day, 10: 30 have to chat in the store. How free! With his pie, he should go to Qingdao for at least two months. Still doing business and chatting, huh!

At eleven o'clock, he came back, put down the hookah and went out; Maybe it's to go to the toilet. I won't be back until half past eleven. On a hot day, second brother, it's hard for people to get respect for half an hour! Moreover, at half past eleven, he actually picked up a pen to write accounts and read checks. I went directly to persuade him not to worry. On a hot day, I can't get over it because of a few people who withdraw money. At twelve o'clock, I decided to go home and come back tomorrow. I was just about to leave when the gentleman who put the money shouted, "1!" I really don't want to go there. This man let me down! I just waited for four o'clock to release the money, and Pyle hasn't come home yet! However, he didn't disappoint me at all. When I got there, he said nothing but pointed to the back of the check. It turns out that I forgot to sign my name on the back. He didn't wait for me to pull out the fountain pen and said, "Let's talk tomorrow." This is what I want! Originally, people closed at one o'clock; I signed it and waited for four o'clock. Is it not four o'clock in the afternoon? Second brother, it's hot. Will people leave the door open when they arrive? I put away my check and tried to say a few very polite words, but he called "No.2". I can't delay other people's time any longer, so I decided to go home and write an apology letter! Second brother, you should keep your eyes open. That's so cool!

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Reading Lao She's Refund of Money really makes people laugh. It satirizes the lazy yamen style of the old China Bank with irony.

At the beginning of the work, he said in a derogatory way: "China people are great" and "the smallest bank in China is better than foreign countries". Then Syria wrote two things. One is to withdraw money abroad. Withdrawing money in other places, "as soon as you enter the door of the bank, it is the counter. There are no bright brass railings or bronze medals on the counter. " "This is similar to the oil and salt shop, not enough." The staff in the bank are all "just combing their hair and washing their faces" with smiles on their faces, which is "base". You can give the check to anyone when you withdraw money, and everyone will "ask you good morning or good afternoon first". This is "not enough". They took the check and said "sir" and "still smiling"; When giving some money, those "foreign devils laugh even lower", "take out the books from under the counter at once, brush and write", and count them in the blink of an eye, still calling them "sir". This is really "cheap" and really "does not understand the rules of buying and selling". The second is to withdraw money at home. In China, once, I went to withdraw money at eight o'clock. Arriving at the bank, the gentleman in the bank is "sitting firmly, smoking a cigarette and ringing the bell for tea". "Like a group of emperors, that's enough." I put the check on the counter slowly and carefully. Nobody talks to me. I must wait patiently. I first used the golden rooster with my left foot to be independent, then the golden rooster with my right foot to be independent, and then the monkey chewed peaches until I finished practicing two sets of fists, and a person threw me a small bronze medal. They are really stable enough. "They are so elegant that I respect them." . Holding a bronze medal to withdraw money, a gentleman who puts money "rings the bell to eat shredded chicken noodles." At about ten o'clock, shredded chicken noodles were delivered; 10: 30, after eating shredded chicken noodles, Mr. Wang "whispered with a hookah to his colleagues"; At eleven o'clock, the gentleman went out again, probably for convenience, and didn't come back until half past eleven; At twelve o'clock, the gentleman who put the money is called "number one". From eight o'clock in the morning to call, I "just waited for the money to be released at four o'clock, and the pie didn't come home." I called this number, but I still didn't get the money because there was no signature on the back of the check. Their work style is "too stylish".

You see, this passage is ironic, ironic, seemingly tepid, but actually spicy. Mr. Yang, who wrote about foreign banks, called the convenience they gave customers "not enough pie"; Calling "their" smiling service and polite hospitality too "cheap" and "too unpretentious"; Call "their" thoughtful service and humility "don't know the rules of buying and selling". Here, the truth is ironic, praise is derogatory, and praise is the spirit of "foreign gentleman" who serves customers wholeheartedly. The waiters who wrote about China Bank called their laziness at work "too many pies"; I am awed by calling their neglect of customers "enough pie." The irony here is mixed, which strongly criticizes the bureaucratic yamen style of the old China Bank.

Taking Money uses irony, positive contrast and negative contrast, which is very interesting and sharp to read.

The fourth method of narrative writing and image portrayal: vivid writing method.

Discourse refers to language, and "expression method of discourse" refers to a description method of expressing the inner world and personality characteristics of characters through their language. "What you say must be done". Language is the carrier of thought, and in narrative, language description is an important means to write good characters.

mismatch

Nengweizi

"Hurry up, hurry up." Mayor Wang, with a big belly, commanded two young men and too many cooks, and posted welcome signs at the gate of the township government.

"Why is there garbage?" Mayor Wang turned around and caught a glimpse of the mess near the government gate. "The county magistrate will visit soon. Why haven't these ghosts been disposed of? " He suddenly flew into a rage.

"You bring a broom." Mayor Wang shouted when he saw a middle-aged man standing opposite the booth, holding a broom on the booth.

"Why?" Middle-aged people are puzzled.

"Why? Call you, are you deaf? " Mayor Wang said with an expression.

A man next to him whispered to the middle-aged man, "Do you seem to have just come to this place?" This mayor Wang is not easy to mess with. Let's go. "

The middle-aged man was helpless, picked up the broom and left in a hurry.

"Sweep these ghosts to that corner and block them with signs. Hurry up or the county magistrate will arrive soon. If the county magistrate is not satisfied, there will be much trouble, quick, quick-"Mayor Wang threw away the cigarette butts in his hand and repeatedly said.

The middle-aged man looked up to speak, but he was speechless. He lowered his head and swept up. After sweeping, he used a dustpan to dump the garbage into the dustbin opposite.

"You ..." Mayor Wang looked at him in amazement. "You speak very well. The clerk knows how to look at it! "

An old man ran over and said to the middle-aged man who had just put down his broom and dustpan, "Big nephew has delayed you. Go, the secretary and the mayor are waiting for you, big county magistrate! "

"What?" Mayor Wang froze. "You are Zhang ... how can you sell brooms here?"

"Oh, I came here, met the second uncle and talked. He had to go to the toilet, and I helped him look at the stall for a while. " Zhang county magistrate smiled. "Oh, this is a misunderstanding, misunderstanding ... please forgive Zhang county magistrate absolutely, and quickly enter the lounge ..." Mayor Wang leaned down and led Zhang county magistrate to go inside.

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The important feature of misunderstanding is to portray characters and show their personalities through language.

The mayor panicked when the county magistrate came to inspect. The mayor first instructed two young people to put up welcome signs. He shouted, "Hurry up, hurry up."

When the mayor turned around, he caught a glimpse of a pile of rubbish beside the government gate. At first, he flew into a rage: "The county magistrate will come to inspect at once. Why haven't these ghosts been disposed of? " Then, he shouted to a middle-aged man he didn't know, "Bring me a broom." After a little hesitation, the middle-aged man expressed his expression: "What? Call you, are you deaf? " When the mayor knew that it was the county magistrate who swept the floor, he said, "Oh, it was a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding ... Qian Qian absolutely asked the county magistrate Zhang to forgive him and quickly enter the lounge ..." Mayor Wang bossed around, bossed around, bossed around; To the superior leader, he is grovelling, flattering and a rogue.

This kind of chameleon-like figure, with its complicated character of obsessing over the superior and bullying the inferior, can be brought to life by the author in just a few words.

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