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Write a short essay in the form of prose, 800 words, for yourself after the college entrance examination.
Peach blossoms bloom all over the garden again, watching the clutch of the world. There was a man who was crowded by me on the long-distance train and resolutely waved away. I know that he can't buy a return ticket for this trip; In the years to come, there will be no warm company from him. The man who never forgets to water my flowers every day still silently guards a garden; Seven years, one person protects flowers, flowers. Only I know that he raised those flowers for a while in order to write down the name of his beloved woman with beautiful flowers. For this persistent pure feeling, every time I secretly go to see the garden, I will be moved to tears and wet the stamens and petals.
Walking in time is still warm and never falls. The peach blossom in a flash, blurred by how many colors, can finally come out lightly in the ecstasy of thousands of flowers. As the years go by, the seasons become warmer and warmer. It is enough to have someone who can wait and never feel sorry for the flowers. The years are innocent, the flowers are tender, and loneliness touches the years; Light and sadness are what you always want. The wind and rain can't hide the flowers, and the heart is filled with faint fragrance.
Peach blossoms smile at the spring breeze, just like you in a fairy, smiling in my dream, neither strong nor weak, and spring is just right. A flower's time, for whom, charm is bright, peach is dying; That beautiful, lasting and eternal treasure, memory. You said, my eyes, you can't bear to touch and cherish, you don't look gorgeous enough; That's the color of peach blossom, and that's the quiet beauty from the world. Make up a little red, get drunk and rest, gather the fragrance of three lives, look forward to the expectation of a lifetime, and find a curtain to dream; Set a thousand years of poetry, elegance, a season of love, touch the sky with a cloud.
The flowers that unite feelings bypass the winds of the four seasons, and the branches in spring are full of heartache. A flower has withered, with a wisp of dust fragrance. Lonely flower buds are most suitable for whom to bloom. A tree blooms lightly and quietly, but deeply remembers the beauty of the whole season. A miss, singing the leisurely romantic bodhi, falls on the eyebrows and notes; A meeting, no oath, no separation.
Once prosperous, once lonely, once infatuated, a blank piece of paper, how to accommodate it? Spring is warm, but the years are cold. A tree is swaying in the heart of spring breeze and spring rain. Some gentle warmth is bound to stay, and some timely flowers are bound to be replaced by seasons. Flowers in the four seasons have flowering periods and will wither, but they can't bloom in their hearts. It is the most beautiful, romantic, charming, charming and invincible.
Cherish the beauty when flowers bloom, and how to fade euphemistically without causing distress. In the quiet and fragrant time, leisurely into the heart, gentle into the painting; In the fleeting time that can be seen in your heart, feel the growth of life, meditate on the kindness given by passing by, and the dust of the past is gentle in your heart. See all the flowers bloom and fall, and be grateful for the peace of life; After the storm, it is sunny again, and my heart and feelings are very calm.
In fact, I am not a very greedy woman. In the spring of my heart, there is a flower blooming for me, how prosperous; I just want to feel that spring has really come, and I have not been left behind by time, which is enough. Flowers bloom all over the sky, flowers fall all over the ground, and rainy nights are sad, which can't stop the flowers of the season. In the warm time, with you waiting on the other side, I will definitely come with incense.
Write a composition of more than 1000 words in the form of prose with patriotism, honesty and friendliness as the topic. In recent years, in order to build a harmonious society, China has been advocating socialist core values. Among them, "patriotism, dedication, honesty and friendliness" are the requirements for every citizen. Since ancient times, as a friendly country, the Chinese nation has had the traditional virtue of being kind to others. In short, it is helpful, not laughing at others, and not swearing.
Under the guidance of my parents and teachers and the influence of social atmosphere, I am friendly and helpful everywhere in my daily life. I remember one day last summer vacation, my grandmother and I were watching TV at home when we suddenly heard someone shouting in the opposite room. Grandma and I rushed out of the house to see what had happened. It turned out that Aunt Wang in the opposite room suddenly had a stomachache, as if she was going to give birth prematurely. It happened that her husband was on a business trip and no one took care of her at home. Seeing that Aunt Wang was getting worse and worse, my grandmother asked me to call back to my house immediately 120, and then she stayed with Aunt Wang to comfort her. Soon the ambulance arrived, and the medical staff quickly carried Aunt Wang to the ambulance and sent it to a nearby hospital. A few days later, Aunt Wang's husband personally came to report the good news, thanked us and said gratefully, "Thanks to your help, their mother and son are safe." I am also very happy to say to him, "You're welcome. This is what we should do. As neighbors, we should help each other. Just a little effort. I'm happy to help you. "
Earlier, there were news reports that people became more and more indifferent and saw people injured on the road from the ruins. Actually, these are just a few examples. I believe many people are still good people. In today's society, we should vigorously advocate the spirit of friendship and mutual help to others, which will make our society more harmonious. As long as we pay a little more, we will get more help and care from others.
Choose any word in the core values to write a composition and be "confused" in the form of prose.
People get lost in their own hearts, leaving a confusion.
Those of us who have never experienced the world can't find a way out in the face of a well-equipped world, although we are still weak in your eyes and have insufficient knowledge of the world. But the reality education you gave us was too early, and it has formed a real world in our hearts. We are confused and have a bright future, but why can't we find a way out? Did we do something wrong? Disease-free? Still worried about adding new words?
The spiritual world is too realistic, and the material world is more realistic.
Nonmainstream "
Lots of fragments, lots of thinking, these are not what we can do, but we did it and did it to the extreme. I'm not a non-mainstream, I can be frank about this. But some non-mainstream small sentences really shocked me. Think deeply.
I like those marginal thinking very much, and I believe many people do. Those deep or shallow sentences are the call of a group of children to society. Without childhood in other places, we should grow up quickly.
"Loneliness"
In the era of advanced information, the fastest way to communicate between people is to surf the Internet or mobile phones. Friends! Your friend is not a computer, not a mobile phone, but a person, a living, flesh-and-blood person who can think and have feelings. We should communicate through our mouths, eyes and hearts, not our fingers.
Suppose a world without electricity, what will happen?
Two words-"loneliness"
"happiness"
Some people say that we are in honeypots, drinking happiness and saying that we are unhappy.
Every time I surf the internet, I will see a friend's message: "Xiao Xi, remember to be happy." "Girl, will we be happy?" ..... I'm really touched. "Happiness" became popular in this century. A happiness, in a word, a lifetime.
Dad said I was an impressionable child. Indeed, in this era, real things make us confused about whether it is true or not.
Maybe you will say me: a group of children who haven't grown up, but they always say how unfortunate they are, and they are a little positive, and young people still have no feelings.
Ha ha. I laughed at my face.
In order to let the world know more about us and avoid the death of life, the "90" generation was born. In the material world, you surprise us; In the spiritual world, we will create miracles ourselves.
Didn't Li Bai say that?
"Laugh and go out, I am Artemisia."
Write a short essay about homesickness in the form of travel notes.
I was deeply attracted by the microwave in the stream and the bright moon in the sky. Shadows are swaying and wild flowers are everywhere. Their silhouettes are reflected in the water, covering the swaying clear water, clear microwave, clear moon and sunset, clear shade and light rain. I have been deeply attracted and intoxicated by it.
I always like to think back to Guzhou City, not only where I was born and raised, but also because there are unforgettable green mountains and green waters.
My hometown is on the edge of Taihang Mountain, which is a paradise surrounded by desolate mountains. There is not only the fragrance of fish, rice and fruit in the waterfall, but also the whisper of birds and swallows. The green hills on the edge of Taihang Mountain are rolling. When I was a child, I always liked to see its image in the distant world at dusk, which was surprisingly magnanimous, resolute and optimistic. The solemn and magical combination of heaven and earth, sunset and green hills shocked a girl's heart. Many years have passed, but I still can't help thinking of them, as if they have become the eternal essence of nature. Only they can explain the characteristics of that land more accurately.
I was deeply attracted by the microwave in the stream and the bright moon in the sky. Shadows are swaying and wild flowers are everywhere. Their silhouettes are reflected in the water, covering the swaying clear water, clear microwave, clear moon and sunset, clear shade and light rain. I have been deeply attracted and intoxicated by it.
The people of Guzhou are simple and honest, and each has its own beautiful emotional world. In autumn, look at those heavy branches, such as red dates and apples with stars. . . . . . It's really tempting. Naughty boy, I don't know how many falls he took to climb up, but he won't be laughed at by anyone. It's just that the crying of falling pain is unbearable for many kind people. There will always be kind uncles and aunts who will pick you up and coax you to pick handfuls of red dates for you. Time has passed, and I remember that I really like a spoiled child, enjoying the kindness and love of this world.
The character of ancient green hills, the artistic conception of clear water and the warmth of homesickness combine one side of land beautifully and plump. Although many years have passed, I still yearn for it, praise it, praise its charming scenery that will never be erased by the passing years, and respect the sincere and simple people in my hometown.
Ah, the hometown with green mountains and clear waters is close at hand, and the ancient city that makes me dream.
Write a short essay about the scenery in the form of prose. I like reading best, because books are a colorful world. I like reading best, because books are an ocean to broaden my horizons; I like reading best, because books are the golden key to open the door of life. ...
When I opened the book, I was greeted by a colorful world with infinite treasures. When you are in the book, you will know that "up and down for five thousand years, 80,000 miles vertically and horizontally"; I will know that "reform and opening up is not easy, and the Chinese nation hopes to be rich and strong"; I will also know that "our children in the 2 1 century shoulder the heavy responsibility of building the motherland" ... books can not only help us learn knowledge, but also serve as a way to relax after class. After a day of intense study, take some time to read joke books and comic books, and the fatigue of the day will be forgotten. However, don't be too obsessed with joke books and comics, which will affect your study.
I like reading best, not only because books are a colorful world, but also because books are an ocean that broadens our horizons. Walking into this ocean, I followed the tour guide-knowledge fish. First of all, say hello to Cao Cao and them in the romance of the Three Kingdoms. Then walk into the water margin and say hello to Li Kui jy and Song Wu. On my way to the Grand View Garden of a Dream of Red Mansions, I happened to meet Jia Baoyu and chatted for a while! After bidding farewell to A Dream of Red Mansions, we went to The Journey to the West to learn from the Monkey King ... So, did this book also broaden your horizons?
Autumn He Qifang (written in prose) 600 words Understanding Autumn If spring is a newborn baby, as Mr. Zhu Ziqing said in his essay Spring, then I think summer should be a vibrant teenager, autumn should be a stable middle-aged person, and winter should be a kind old man. In my opinion, the most distinctive of the four seasons is autumn. In autumn, there is no wonderful scene of freezing thousands of miles in winter, no bright future in spring, no cicada singing in summer. But autumn has her refreshing autumn wind and fragrant osmanthus. Autumn is the harvest season. Standing by the field and looking around, a vivid "Harvest figure in autumn" will come into your eyes: in the field, sorghum blushes and rice bends; At the edge of the field, the straight fruit of the fruit tree is ripe, just waiting for the farmer's uncle to pick it; Under the tree, the farmer's uncle put down his sickle, wiped his hard sweat with a towel, smiled at the harvested fields and enjoyed the harvest. The scenery in autumn is very beautiful. We can understand it from the words used by literati to describe autumn, such as "autumn wind sends cool" and "lush foliage", but this is not enough. Appreciation in real life is more poetic. If you want to look for autumn, I suggest you go for a walk in the Woods and choose a sunny afternoon. Because this time can make you feel the breath of autumn best. At this time, I am walking alone on the quiet forest path, the autumn wind blows, the autumn sun shines, and Lin Tao's voice; Smelling the charming chrysanthemum fragrance and watching the golden leaves on the tree fall with the wind can't help but remind you of the poem in Huang Chao's The Last Chrysanthemum: Wait until September 8th in Qiu Lai, and I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums. Autumn is not only beautiful, but also philosophical. Middle age is the golden age of life. During this period, people can freely fly their dreams and hopes, and strive for their own ideals and goals to meet their own lives. If people don't work hard at this time and don't sow their hopes, then it is difficult to have a good harvest in their lives. I am now in the early summer of my life, and the autumn of my life is still far away from me. But can I relax and wait until the autumn of my life to fight? No, you can't. Now I will continue to fight, lay a good foundation for the autumn of my life, and lay a good foundation for the four parts of my life: celebrating spring-exploring summer-fighting for autumn-enjoying winter.
The post-reading feeling of landscape composition is the form of prose. Of course, it is necessary to write a good review. The key is to read the material thoroughly and grasp the right points. How to read through the material? Generally speaking, if it is a narrative, it is necessary to grasp the most prominent quality of the characters, the most valuable language actions or things contained in the deep heart of fatigue and significance; If it is an argumentative paper, we must grasp the core argument; If it is fable or philosophical prose, we should go straight to its profound meaning. Of course, reading an article may have various feelings. On the basis of analysis and in-depth thinking, choose the most valuable, deepest, novel and unique, most targeted and factual feelings for publishing to write. After reading an article, you can only tolerate one kind of feeling, and no matter how good other feelings are, you must also give up what you love. It is wise to catch one point, not the rest, and talk about it around a feeling point in combination with reality.
Fourth, the conclusion-summarize the full text and sublimate the sentiment. Summary can not only answer the last article, but also focus on the feelings; You can also raise your expectations and make a call. No matter what kind of knot you use, as long as you think it is appropriate, you must integrate it with the previous article. The feeling after reading should be constrained by "reading" from beginning to end, with the introduction of "reading" at the beginning, returning to the internal substantive meaning of "reading" in the middle of the waist and returning to the internal substantive meaning of "reading" at the end.
Third, unite-combine with reality and expand vertically and horizontally. The most taboo in writing after reading is to talk about things in general. If you can't talk about things, you can't talk about the deepening of feelings, and the article is too deep. Generally speaking, it often makes the reading feeling lack of pertinence and can't give people a shock. Cohesion is a combination of urgency and reality, which can not only combine roughly similar phenomena in real life from one place to another, but also combine opposite problems in real life from ancient times to the present. We should not only focus on the overall situation, but also start with children. Of course, when analyzing and demonstrating in combination with the actual situation, we should also pay attention to returning the entrustment irregularly or responding to the "quoting" department to make "joint" and "quoting"
Writing about watching the rain and learning the breeze in the form of prose washed away a pool of blue waves, a lotus flower and a heart. On a hot summer day, there is always a stopping scenery and a lingering fragrance. From a distance, among the lotus leaves in the bustling fields, graceful red lilies are looming, just like a delicate and shy woman, delicate and touching.
The lonely reaper wrote a composition in the form of prose, with 400 words. And the translation of Lonely Harvester. The original text is The Lonely Reaper. Look! The girl on the plateau, look at her, alone in the field, alone in the field. That lonely highland girl! Singing while harvesting. Harvesting and singing alone; Please stop or walk quietly! ■ Here we are, let's go gently! She cuts bundles there alone, and cuts bundles there alone. The tone she sings is very sad; Singing a melancholy tune; Listen! Listen to her singing, oh, listen! Because this valley echoes for a long time in the depths of the canyon. Full of sound. In the desolate Arabian desert, no nightingale has ever rested under the green shade, and the nightingale croaked at this moment. Travelers in some dark places are not as warm as this song; Travelers have never heard a sweeter voice in some dark places, in the farthest Hebrides. Cuckoo wakes up spring. In spring, Cuckoo breaks the great silence of the sea, which is not as touching as this song. In the farthest hebrides. Who can tell me what she is singing? Can't anyone tell me what she is singing? Maybe she's mourning the past. Perhaps the sad digital stream sings the distant unfortunate past, for the old, unpleasant, distant things, and the battlefield a long time ago? Fighting a long time ago: maybe she sang an ordinary song, or some more inconspicuous cliches, and got used to today's life? She sang the sadness and pain in life, some natural sadness, loss or pain, which happened in the past and will happen in the future? This has happened before, and it may happen again! No matter what the girl is singing, no matter what the theme is, the girl's singing seems endless; As if her song had no ending; I saw her bending down with a sickle. I saw her singing while working. I saw her singing while working. Over the crooked sickle; I hold my breath and listen, listen, I listen until I have heard enough; Until I climbed the mountain, when I climbed the mountain, although the music had disappeared in my ear, the music in my heart remained in my heart for a long time. I'll never hear it again after a long time. Narcissus I am like a lonely flowing cloud, floating high above the valley. Suddenly I saw a big piece of flowers, and golden daffodils were everywhere. They are open by the lake and under the trees. They danced and floated in the wind. They are as dense as the stars in the Milky Way and as crystal clear as the stars. They extend along the bay, and the distance seems endless; At first glance, there are ten thousand flowers dancing happily. The sparkling lake waves are also dancing nearby, but not as light as this daffodil; How can a poet not feel happy when he meets this happy partner? I stared for a long time-but I didn't understand the spiritual treasure this scene gave me. Later, how many times I lay alone, feeling bored and empty; This scene flashed in my mind and comforted my loneliness countless times; My heart dances with daffodils again, and my heart is full of joy again. Five years have passed, five summers and five long winters in Tinden Abbey! And I heard these voices again, rolling out of the mountain springs and whispering in the inland streams. Seeing these steep cliffs, this scene of wilderness scenery deeply left a quiet impression in my mind: mountains and rivers connect the tranquility of the sky. When this day came, I once again rested in the shade of fig trees, overlooking the dense farmhouses and clusters of orchards in the fields. In this season, the fruit is immature, covered with lush green, hiding in bushes and trees. I saw the tree pole again. Maybe it's not a hedge, but a line of naughty tree spirits running in the wild: these pastoral scenery, all the way to the door; Smoke from the kitchen rises quietly at the top of the forest! It is erratic, as if some wanderers were walking in the homeless forest, or maybe there was a cave where a noble scholar was sitting alone by the fire. Although these beautiful bodies have long gone, I have never forgotten them, unlike a blind man facing the beautiful scenery in front of him. However, when I live alone in a room and am in the hustle and bustle of a small town, when I am deeply tired, they bring a sweet feeling, which seeps into my blood, my heart and even my purest thoughts, making me regain peace:-There is also a pleasure that I have forgotten for a long time, and those pleasures may have been the best years of a good man. Not only that, I also gained another kind of ability with them, a higher form, a sense of satisfaction, and the whole mysterious burden and the boring pressure of the incomprehensible world were suddenly freed; A quiet and happy state of mind, guided by tenderness, leads us forward until our bodies stop breathing, even our blood stagnates, and our bodies go to sleep and become fresh souls. At this time, the power of harmony, the power of joy and the deep power make our eyes gradually calm and we can see the inner life of things clearly. If this is just a wrong belief, but, oh! So often-in the dark, in boring days with all kinds of appearances; When the useless boredom and the fanaticism of the world weigh heavily on every beat of the heart-so often, I ask you for help in spirit, ah, the Huaihe River with green leaves! You walk in the forest, and I often ask you for help spiritually. Now, the dim light of thought is flickering, many familiar things are blurred, and with a trace of disappointment and embarrassment, the images in my mind reappear again; I stand here, not only feeling the joy of the present, but also thinking with relief that the life and food of the future years are hidden in front of me in an instant. Therefore, I dare hope that although I am no longer the same as before, I am no longer a newcomer. Even now, I am like a deer on this mountain, jumping in the mountains, running on both sides of the river, and staying by a lonely stream, letting nature guide me: I avoid what I fear rather than pursue what I love. Because at that time, nature (now, the vulgar taste and animal-like play of childhood have disappeared) was everything to me. -I was in an indescribable mood. The roaring waterfall haunts my mind like a kind of * * *; Stones, mountains, dark and dense forests, their colors and shapes used to be my desire, feeling and love. I don't need to give them deep charm with my thoughts, and I don't need fun beyond my sight. With the passage of time, all the joys mixed with pain will not reappear, and today's giddy ecstasy has disappeared. I am no longer depressed, sad or complaining about it; Another ability was given to me, and this loss was compensated, I am convinced. Because I learned how to look at nature, no longer like a teenager; Instead, I often hear the quiet and melancholy music of life, which is elegant and pleasant, but full of purification and restraint. I feel something touched my heart with the joy of lofty thoughts; A noble thought, deeply integrated into something, seems to live in the afterglow of sunset, vast ocean and fresh air, blue sky and human mind: a kind of power, a kind of spirit, pushes the subject and object of thought to cross the universe and constantly implement them. Therefore, I still love grasslands, forests and mountains; Everything that can be seen in this green land, all the forests that have been witnessed and heard in the world, are created by imagination and known by feeling. I am delighted to find that in the language of nature and feeling, there is the purest anchor of thought, which is the nurse, guide and guardian of my heart and the soul of my whole spiritual life. Even if I have not received such education, I will not be corroded more by this gentle spirit, because you are with me, standing by the beautiful river, you, my dearest friend, dear, dear friend; In your voice, I caught my heart, and in your wild eyes, I relived the happiness of the past again. Ah! Dear, I want to find the old me in you. Dear sister! I will pray for this, I know that nature has never abandoned her heart; This is her special grace, which runs through our life, from joy to joy; Because she can give vitality to our secret hearts, leave us a quiet and beautiful impression, and nourish us with lofty thoughts, so that gossip, impatience and arbitrariness, cynicism of selfish people, unsympathetic perfunctory responses, and all boring communication in daily life can't make us yield, can't damage our cheerful beliefs, and have no doubt that everything we see is full of happiness. So, let the moonlight shine on your lonely roaming, and let the misty mountain wind blow you freely; In this way, in the years to come, when these wild surprises turn into calm depression, when your heart becomes a beautiful building, your memory is like a home where you live, attracting all sweet and harmonious music; Ah! At that time, even if loneliness, fear, pain or sadness become your destiny, you will still remember me and my words of encouragement with gentle joy along these healthy thoughts! Even if I go far away, I will never hear your lovely voice or see the light of my past life in your wild eyes-you will never forget that we once stood side by side by this charming river; And I, a person who worships nature for a long time, have returned, and my piety has not diminished: there is nothing like saying that I have more passionate love-ah! More sincere enthusiasm, more sacred love. You won't forget that after years of wandering and long years of separation, these towering forests and steep cliffs, this green pastoral scenery, make me feel closer. It has its own charm, more because of you. To Du Fu, a happy guest, I am so happy after listening to your songs. Ah, cuckoo, should I call you a bird, or just a floating voice? When I was lying on the grass, I heard your overlapping voice, which seemed to spread from one mountain to another, far away for a while and near for a while. Facing the valley full of sunshine and flowers, you whispered frequently, and you told me a dream. Welcome, baby of spring. To me, you are not a bird. You are just an invisible thing, a sound and a mystery. When I was a primary school student, I heard this voice, which made me look around, in the forest and in the sky. In order to find you, I wandered around the Woods and grasslands: you are still a kind of longing, a kind of love, arousing suspense, but you can't see it. But I can hear your singing, I can lie on the grass and listen, and I have been listening until the golden time comes back to me. Ah, happy bird, our wandering land seems to reproduce the ethereal fairyland, which is exactly where you yearn for.
Write a parallel essay in the form of an inscription. First, cultivate interest and improve self-cultivation. Second, read more works and arrange them frequently. Third, master the style of the article and the basic requirements of writing.
Fourth, practice hard. Fifth, pay attention to life and imagine life.
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