Why do my eyes feel tired and dry after washing dishes? Does washing dishes also use my eyes?

Full Score Essay A candidate from Shanghai may not believe it, but I have an unusual hobby - washing dishes. Many people always feel that washing dishes is a burden after a big meal. Just like some people don't want to do laundry after taking a shower, but always finish the laundry in a hurry. Because of this, some trivial beauties in life are ignored. Others find washing dishes a hardship, but I find it a pleasure. Dip the greasy dishes one by one into a basin full of foam, wipe them carefully with a thick rag, and then rinse them with clean water. The originally sticky dishes will immediately become smooth and clean. I stacked the blue-rimmed porcelain bowls with water beads on them neatly, like pieces of exquisite art. Wipe off the water droplets again, and a sense of accomplishment will arise spontaneously. More importantly, after the oil stains were washed away, I felt as if something in my heart had disappeared with the water and became delicate and fresh. Have you ever had that wonderful feeling? Every morning, the whole family is as busy as charging into battle. The adults are busy going to work and the children are busy going to school. The last person to leave is always responsible for washing the rice bowls used by the family, and sometimes they are even left until night. Everyone eats lunch separately at work or school, so only dinner symbolizes family reunion and relaxation. After dinner, washing dishes naturally becomes an opportunity for me to show my filial piety, and I always enjoy it. While washing dishes, I talk and laugh with my family, and I don’t feel tired at all. If the song "Shu Shua Shu" is playing on the TV at this time, on a whim, I will dance with my chopsticks, tap the bowl, and hum along with the music. Occasionally I look up at the lights outside the window, thinking that maybe there is the same atmosphere under every lamp, and I can't help but be intoxicated. Under the warm light, a green-white halo flowed on each bowl. Every time at this time, there will be a warmth and a faint sense of satisfaction in my heart. For me, washing dishes is not just housework, but a way to nourish life. Whenever friends and family get together for a dinner, the question that comes after the meal is over is "who washes the dishes?" I said: "I'll wash it, I have this hobby." So others said that I have a "hard-working humor". Hahaha, with such a good reputation, why not do it? Someone said to me: "If you were asked to work as a dishwasher, you would definitely not be so happy." I think so. Only such a beautiful family life can allow me to appreciate the trivial and ordinary sweetness. Brief Comment: I never expected that a small incident like washing dishes could allow the author to write such a beautiful "big article". Whether it is the process of washing dishes or the details of washing dishes, they are all spread out without any artificiality. For example, when washing the dishes, "the sticky dishes immediately became smooth and clean", this scene description is very appropriate; another example is after washing the dishes, "the bowls were covered with a layer of bluish-white halo" , so beautiful; when describing inner feelings, the sentence "a hint of warmth and a faint sense of satisfaction surges up" is even more realistic. Finally, when everyone regards washing dishes as "my" "hard-working humor", the sentence "With such a good reputation, why not do it" better demonstrates the author's thoughts and feelings of loving labor and loving life. The mother of a Shanghai examinee who was feeling very happy has been feeling quite haggard recently. Yes, she is too exhausted for this family! My mother is very busy at work and has heavy housework. In addition, I am in junior high school, which makes her even more worried. It's a holiday, so mom should have a good rest. For this reason, I have been thinking: What can I do for my mother? Looking around: Mom has washed the clothes cleanly; Mom has wiped the floor so well that people can be seen; the food has been bought, washed, and cut, and is waiting to be cooked. Alas, there is nothing I can do to help. I was lying on the sofa doing nothing, picked up a magazine, and flipped through it carelessly. Suddenly, a line of small words came into my eyes: "combing your hair can activate your blood circulation, eliminate fatigue, and refresh your mind. Combing your hair for a long time is good for your physical and mental health." ..." "Relieve fatigue?" I immediately became energetic when I saw it. That’s right, why not give mom the “right medicine”? I mysteriously walked up to my mother with a comb in hand and said, "Mom, I know you've been tired for a while. Sit down on the sofa and have a rest. I'll comb your hair. The book says you can comb your hair." Eliminate fatigue." Mom leaned on the sofa obediently and closed her eyes happily. I took the comb and ran it along my mother's hair, gently combing it from the middle to both sides. Suddenly, I was surprised to find that there were a few dazzling silver strands in my mother's dark and beautiful hair. What's going on? You know, my mother is not yet forty years old! Oh, this is all for our family! The hand holding the comb doesn't work at all.

The attentive mother obviously noticed it and quickly asked: "Baby, what's wrong with you?" I quickly rubbed my eyes with my hands and said, "No, it's nothing, a hair touched my eye." After that, I continued to comb. stand up. "Ouch!" Mom suddenly called softly, the voice was very small, but I still heard it. It turned out that the comb had twisted some of my mother's hair. I quickly slowed down the pace and combed slowly and carefully; my mother closed her eyes and was completely immersed in this extremely warm atmosphere. Time passed by minute by second, I stretched, and I was about to say: "Okay!" But seeing my mother's comfortable and satisfied look, I couldn't bear to stop, so I leaned down and combed it gently... …Sheep have the kindness of kneeling down to breastfeed, and crows have the kindness of feeding back. When family affection, the sweetest bond in the world, gradually becomes a luxury, I call out from the bottom of my heart: Honor your parents without waiting, even if it is a foot wash, a warm word, or a combing of hair. Combing my mother's hair always makes me feel happy. Brief Comment Sometimes, a sentence, a smile, or an action can make the article come alive. This article only talks about a scene of combing hair, but because of personal experience and real feelings, ordinary events become dazzling. The success of this essay lies in the characterization of details. For example, when describing the scene of "I" helping my mother comb her hair, the mother's two movements of "leaning" and "closing" made her happiness immediately appear on the paper. Another example is when "I" discovered my mother's white hair, the detail of "rubbing my eyes with my hands" vividly demonstrated the complex psychology of "I" who was moved but wanted to hide it. However, the candidate did not stop there, but continued to push forward. While "leaning down and gently combing it again", he expressed such deep emotions as "Sheep have the kindness to kneel down to breastfeed, and crows have the meaning of feeding back." In this way, small things take on the glory of thought and emotion. The grandpa of a Shanghai candidate who felt happy was an old Chinese medicine practitioner, and his home was always filled with all kinds of traditional Chinese medicines. I always like to hold a stool and sit quietly watching my grandpa grind medicine and make soup. When the wisps of medicinal smell gradually filled the whole room, my heart was drunk. When I was a kid, I used to play in my grandpa’s drug store. The tall and sturdy counter, the dark brown paint surface, and the yellowed and old labels are the entire "scenery" of the drug store. A small scale and a pair of skillful hands, constantly shuttling between the heavy medicine cabinets, this is probably my grandfather's daily work. The corner of his mouth was slightly raised, perhaps imagining whether there were people in the distant mountains who gently picked these herbs, dried them, and tasted them. He would often put one or two slices of licorice into my mouth like magic, and the sweet taste lingered on my tongue, as if life was wonderful. My childhood was spent drinking bowls of brown medicinal soup. Grandpa’s rickety back, the gas coming out of the medicine jar, and the blue flames constantly licking the bottom of the medicine jar are all fixed in the fragments of time. At that time, my grandfather would always hold a white porcelain bowl and two pieces of rock candy in his hand, hand it to me with a smile, and say: "Good medicine is bitter and good for the disease. My dear, you will be well after drinking the medicine." But I often Knocking over the medicine bowl willfully made grandpa worry a lot. On the sickbed, I could only pass the time by reading and drawing, so I learned many beautiful names from the shabby Chinese herbal medicine books at home, including Angelica dahurica, Pinellia pinellia, Ziwan, Qingdai... Grandpa took the trouble to tell me their effectiveness. I often think: They must have been gentle and beautiful women in their previous lives, and then turned into these herbs to give the patients the greatest comfort. Otherwise, how could they have such beautiful names? The pitiful figure of Sister Lin in "A Dream of Red Mansions" is perhaps more touching because of the fragrance of medicine. Drink aromatherapy to relieve the heat in summer, drink bird's nest with rock sugar in winter... Xiaoxiang Pavilion in the dense atmosphere looks so unique. When I grew up, I went to the countryside with my grandfather to collect medicine. The sun was shining brightly or it was drizzling. Grandpa, who was carrying a basket on his back, was concentrating on twisting the herbs and smelling them carefully. On the way back, I still can’t forget the joyful excitement of the drugstore owners, big and small, when they saw my grandpa. This kind of medicinal fragrance seems to be a unique melody, scattered in every corner of the city and countryside, bringing me happiness and health. The bitter medicinal aroma has long become the most mellow aftertaste and fragrance in my heart. It is accompanied by my grandfather's love, delicate and soft, and permeates my life. Thinking about it now, my heart is still as happy as before! Brief review: Like this masterpiece, I am afraid that there is only one candidate in Shanghai who can set his sights on traditional Chinese medicine. The reason why candidates can write freely is entirely due to their unique experiences and insights.

Without a grandpa who is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, without having extraordinary contact with traditional Chinese medicine, and without having unusually deep feelings for traditional Chinese medicine, it would be difficult to write this excellent essay in the examination room. Good materials must also have a good cutting angle. The candidate started by writing about his dislike of Chinese medicine in childhood, eliciting his grandfather's care for him; and then in the plot of reading a medicine book while he was ill, he explained his understanding of Chinese medicine, especially the narration about Sister Lin that was elicited by the name of the Chinese medicine. , which adds a lot of background and cultural charm to the article; finally, it elicits the admiration of others for grandpa on the way back from collecting medicine. The content of the article is rich and colorful, and the emotions are advanced layer by layer. The characters' happy and beautiful feelings are written in a real and natural way, which is beautiful. A Shanghai examinee who was so happy that she finally got out of the practice questions was as limp as a deflated rubber ball. I gently rubbed my sore and tired eyes, held my painful and cracking forehead slightly, and couldn't help but sigh softly... As the high school entrance examination is approaching, the teachers' requirements are becoming more and more strict. Gradually, she became a little overwhelmed and found it difficult to resist. In deep thought, she couldn't help but move her gaze towards the small window. Outside the window, a pastoral beauty immediately caught her eye. The verdant green buds, the budding cauliflower, the young saplings that had just sprouted tender strips... Everything deeply touched her heart, and her spirit was immediately lifted. Gently and faintly, she hummed a poem by Yang Juyuan of the Tang Dynasty, "The green willows are only half yellow." What a wonderful poem, like a sweet and clear mountain spring, it instantly nourished her heart and soothed her heart. It relieved the boredom and weariness in her heart. She stared intently at this beautiful spring scenery, immersed in it deeply and fascinatedly. After a long time, she opened a window. Suddenly, a burst of fresh air hit my face, refreshing my heart and mind. She took a deep breath of the unique breath of spring and became intoxicated. "The world outside is so wonderful!" she sang. At this moment, all the complaints, worries, and sorrows disappeared. The vast world outside the window supported her narrow spiritual space and broke the rules and regulations she had set for herself. She only felt that for a moment, she was as light as a swallow, as if she was about to fly. She leaned out and sang loudly, and the birds chirped and danced to her cheerful melody, flying high and fluttering low. Her heart was filled with joy and excitement. At this moment, she felt like a boat that had taken off its burden and raised its sails, waiting to sail away, full of energy, passion and hope. "Oh -" she sighed, a sigh of infinite satisfaction. She blinked her big dark eyes. When she stared out the window with her eyes wide open, two strange looks appeared in her eyes. Then she seemed to be murmuring to herself, and she seemed to be pouring out her thoughts: "Let go, step out of yourself, the world outside the window is so wonderful! Stop tying yourself up, go out -" She shook her head freely, Another shrug. Outside the window, the sun is shining brightly and birds are chirping; in the fields, the green waves are undulating and full of life. Everything is so vibrant. At that moment, her heart felt so happy and warm. Oh, the girl sitting quietly in front of the window is none other than me! The brief review also tells a happy story, but the examinee in this article used a lot of words to exaggerate his own depression. This reverse approach to ideas not only has a brilliant effect, but also makes ordinary content suddenly appear new. Different from other articles, this article has a gradual change process in its psychological display of Meizizi. In order to write this emotional change in a natural and real way, the candidate obviously put a lot of thought into it. When the protagonist first sees the scenery outside the window, the article says that it "soothes away the boredom and fatigue in her heart"; when she is intoxicated by it, the article says that her "body is as light as a swallow, as if she is about to fly"; and finally when she "shakes her head free and easy" ”, the feeling of warmth and joy was beyond words. Due to the strong foreshadowing, the expression of emotions seems real and natural. What's even more clever is that at the end, the candidate's pen suddenly turns and falls on himself, which is really wonderful.