Appreciation and analysis of three narrative essays with full marks in college entrance examination over the years

# College Entrance Examination # Introduction I wish you were a tree: in spring, you spit the fragrance of mountains; Summer, like spring, sprinkles a touch of coolness; In autumn, hold a sweet green fruit; In winter, save your strength and have a good dream! The following is "Appreciation of Three Narratives with Full Scores in College Entrance Examination over the Years" compiled by KaoNet for your reference.

I want to hold your hand.

Time is cruel to people, making memories so beautiful but also so sad. The weather in my memory is always sunshine and rain, and happiness and sadness are so distinct. In those years, most of us were immersed in the world of love. Half of them are red, passionate and restless, and the other half are blue and melancholy.

Our acquaintance stems from the illusory world of the internet. We can talk about everything on QQ, which can be said to be bosom friends. His home is not far from mine, but we have never met. Our meeting was such a coincidence.

After going out with friends that day, while waiting for the bus at the station, I found a boy next to me familiar and kept staring at him. He seemed to feel my eyes and looked up at me. I immediately lowered my head and sent him a message: I just saw a man who looks like you at the station. He replied to me: Really? What a coincidence. Me too. I turned to look at him, and my two surprised eyes met. Surprised, I learned that he and I took the same bus, talked and laughed along the way, and exchanged mobile phone numbers.

We have known each other for several months, and he always calls me after eleven o'clock in the evening. The next morning, I will tell my best friend who went to school with me that he called me again last night. How long did we talk? I am getting used to him calling me every day. Once he didn't call me, I felt something was missing, and suddenly I found that I seemed to like him.

Later, I confessed to him, but he refused. I thought we would never talk again, but things always go so unexpectedly. On his birthday, he confessed to me, and all kinds of emotions such as surprise, excitement and disbelief poured out. I was stunned. At this moment, I heard a friend beside me shout "Yes!" ! Promise him! I just realized that I promised him.

He said: He liked me before I told him, but he didn't say yes because he wanted to surprise me on his birthday. I will always remember that day, so unforgettable.

We were together for several months, and one day he called me and suddenly broke up with me. The reason is that his parents are doing business in other places and he is going to study in other provinces. Before I could speak, he hung up the phone, leaving only the sound of dripping water on the other end. His voice was so beautiful on the other end of the phone, but his words were so cruel. My heart seems to be shedding red tears. It rained that day, as if even God was crying for me.

After that day, I tried to contact him again, but I couldn't. QQ was also deleted by him. It seems that he never appeared in my world and disappeared without a trace.

It's almost a year since we broke up, and my feelings for him have faded, but every time I think of him, my heart still hurts. His love is like a dream, but it has real pain.

He once said to me: If I don't pull you across the street, you will be killed by a car sooner or later. You never look at the cars on both sides when crossing the street. And I always say to him: Aren't you right next to me? I don't have to look at the car. No one is holding my hand when crossing the street now. Where are you? When will you hold my hand again?

Will we meet me at a crossroads in different cities and places one day? Will we hold each other's hands or each have a hand?

If possible, I want to walk in the rain with you and meet you at the bus stop once. At that time, I will not hesitate to hold your hand and work together until I am old.

You are like a sudden heavy rain, which soaked my eyes and my heart, but soon disappeared, and disappeared before I had time to hold an umbrella, leaving me alone.

Chapter 2: Piping

Uncle Zhang is good at everything except smoking addiction. He has a pipe in his hand all day and smokes from time to time. For more than 20 years, alas, he can't live without that pipe.

This is a scene I saw with my own eyes. In the evening, he was once again kicked out by his family to smoke in the street. There are stars outside the window, the lights are flashing, and the night wind blows in from the window. Uncle Zhang feels refreshed.

He smoked leisurely, and light blue smoke hung around his head. Suddenly, he felt a sense of tightness. There seemed to be a bug crawling in his trachea, which made him blush, followed by a severe cough. He was shivering and coughing so loudly that he could be heard almost all over the building. Uncle Zhang gasped hard, and it took a long time to gradually calm down. At this time, a harsh voice sounded in his ear: "Don't quit smoking, don't go back to the house, I think you are dying!" " "Uncle zhang is holding a pipe. He felt ashamed when he recalled the joke he played when he smoked. ...

Last autumn, one day he became addicted to smoking at home. As soon as he found the pipe missing, he guessed that it must have been hidden by his family. He quarreled for a while, but no matter how his wife explained it, he didn't believe it. The next morning, his neighbor brought him a pipe, and then he suddenly realized. It turns out that I smoked while playing mahjong the night before and left my pipe at my neighbor's house.

On another occasion, he went to a friend's son's wedding and drank too much. When he got home, he sat on the sofa smoking, but fell asleep unconsciously. His pipe fell on the carpet and burned a hole. Fortunately, his daughter found out, and it didn't cause a big disaster. Afterwards, he was really a little scared, so he vowed to give up smoking again, but two days later, his addiction returned. ...

Uncle Zhang woke up from his memory. He stood by the window, looking at the beautiful night scene outside. He thinks there is still a long way to go in the future. Why does he always have a problem with himself? He put his pipe in front of his eyes and said to himself, "pipe, pipe, you make me so miserable!" " ! Is my life really in your hands? Uncle Zhang made a determined effort, closed his eyes and threw his pipe out of the window. When he opened his eyes, his pipe was gone, and his heart was in a panic, as if he had lost his soul. He regretted it and ran downstairs at once, dreaming of catching it. You don't say!

The night is getting deeper and deeper. I wonder if Uncle Zhang found the pipe. It seems that Uncle Zhang left another joke when he quit smoking this time. Alas, when will Uncle Zhang really throw away that pipe?

Chapter 3: Say goodbye to the clouds of youth.

Youth is an invitation and a creation, and it has the passion to penetrate everything. A drowning heartbeat comes out to look for something lost, feel another kind of eyes, go back to unforgettable years and find the first love for the world.

1996 In the autumn, you fell to the ground with the coming of rain. Your crying is like a flash of lightning, which stimulates their hearts. They greet you among too many chefs, but you can't stop crying. Finally, you finally fell asleep crying, and there are still wet tears on your little face, which makes people pity.

In the summer of 2004, a flash of lightning scared you to escape to your mother's bed, and the thunder that followed scared you to go straight to your mother's arms. Your mother solemnly tells you: "Son, you should learn to be strong. Your mother can't protect you forever. You must be independent and strong. " You looked at your mother in tears. Mother just nodded slightly. You broke away from your mother's arms and went back to your bed, curled up in the quilt and shivering. That night, you stayed up all night.

In the summer of 20 1 1, you hold all the hopes to deal with the first choice in life. You entered the battlefield of the senior high school entrance examination with confidence, but returned disappointed. But failure didn't completely * * * you, like an invincible Xiao Qiang, returned to your battle center and stepped into the battle again. You said: "there is no unsuccessful future, only an excuse for not working hard;" You can't smell plum blossoms without freezing bones. "

In the winter of 20 12, although you escaped the end of the world, you could not bear the inner haze. You think the end of the world will erase all your memories. You said, "My youth is not over yet. How can I lose it?" You 17 years old that year, and you never thought about how long I would be by your side. You look at the sky and ask, "Mr. Youth, you will come to everyone, but why don't you come to me?" "I don't know that I have come to your side and spent many spring, summer, autumn and winter with you.

I watched you cry, and my heart was scarred; I look at you and smile, and my heart is as sweet as honey; I watch you sad, and I will be sad with you; I look at your happiness, and I am happy for your happiness; My heart beats with the melodious melody, playing one song after another for you.

The spring, summer, autumn and winter we spent together in those years. He brought a thin thread to tie you to your hand, and he let us hold hands and be heart to heart forever. Youth is like taking a train. The scenery you have skied is too beautiful for you to leave. But sometimes you need a person to hold up an umbrella silently and wait for the future train to take you to an unknown distance. Those lost time, intoxicating scenery, people met, are drifting away after all.

Say goodbye to the clouds of youth, we must remember the good scenery of that year. I am a young man, and I speak for myself.