Is the high score composition "Trouble and Love" plagiarized?

"Jiangsu college entrance examination high score composition is suspected of plagiarism!" Today, 20 12 Jiangsu college entrance examination high-scoring composition was published in Nanjing and major media in the province, which was welcomed by readers, but one of the high-scoring compositions was "found out" by many netizens and accused of "plagiarism". What is the truth? Nanbao Com reporter conducted an investigation.

This article plagiarized by netizens is entitled "Trouble and Love" (propositional composition). In a plain language, it expresses the love for the simple nature of the country people and the gradual disappearance of their worries, which is very suitable for the theme of this year's college entrance examination composition (see news annex 1 for details). The reviewer commented: "This article has three wonders: First, the strangeness lies in the incisive language, which hits the nail on the head and is thought-provoking. Second, the novelty lies in the original insights. Through the gradual disappearance of "country people", the author expressed his regret for the decline of human beauty. Third, the novelty lies in the ingenious conception. First, highlight the characteristics of rural people through comparison, then confirm the simplicity of rural people who can't turn corners through' credit chicken', and then compare with urban people and ancient and modern times. In contrast, without saying a word, sorrows and joys are clear.

Is this "excellent composition" really plagiarism?

The reporter used the first sentence at the beginning: "I think there are two kinds of smells in the world: one is the smell of plants and the other is the smell of meat." Baidu looked at it and immediately found an article with high similarity. That's Wang Kailing's Where are the Country People (see news annex II for details). The publication time is "2011-06-26 22: 25: 32", and the first sentence at the beginning of the article is: "In private, people have two tastes."

The following statement is exactly the same, such as: "Time is also divided into two sections: rural character and urban character. In rural times, the smell of plants is rich; In urban times, the smell of meat is choking. Shen Congwen sighed: There are too few country people! A trace of sadness grows slowly like weeds. Yes, where did they go? " But some sentences with the author's obvious regional characteristics were deleted.

The reporter contacted Wang Kailing. He suggested that candidates' scores should not be cancelled, because this is a social problem and should not be borne by candidates themselves. He suspected that the senior three teacher had found some model essays for them to recite.

It is reported that whether this article is plagiarized or not needs to be appraised by authoritative departments such as Jiangsu Education Examinations Institute. This website will continue to pay attention to the progress of this matter.

News annex I

Worry and love

I think there are two smells in the world: one is the smell of plants, and the other is the smell of meat and fish.

The times are also divided into two parts: rural character and urban character.

In rural times, the smell of plants is rich; In urban times, the smell of meat is choking.

Shen Congwen sighed: There are too few country people!

A trace of sadness grows slowly like weeds. Yes, where did they go?

The so-called countryman is obviously not a geographical concept. Let's talk about my childhood country.

Every spring, "chicken on credit, chicken on credit" swings around the door, leisurely and fluttering, like a song. Chicken on credit, that is, buying a newborn chicken by paying back the money first. The seller is a mobile peddler. He wrote down how many chickens you bought in a small book. He will come back next spring, and you can pay with eggs. At that time, my little brain was still thinking, what if the debtor moved or died, or the notebook was lost? Is it not a big loss?

Later, I suddenly understood that this is the love of the country people, a kind of trust love.

No bent ideas, the simplest agreement, the simplest business, all redeemable ideas.

It turned out that there were only country people and city people-where did this new product come from? They know arithmetic and strategy, and every time they deal with each other, the country people always suffer. As a result, more and more people are entering cities, and the worries of rural people are not limited to this. The mountains burn bricks, chop them into stones, cut trees into plates, and boil them into pulp ... The fertile land extends to the city.

The city is getting more and more fertile, and the countryside is getting thinner and thinner, like an evacuated packaging bag.

Not all the people in the city gate are from the city.

Before the 20th century, although there were already city walls and markets, city people were still country people, and their bones still smelled of vegetation.

Early in the morning, the ancient shop put forward two excuses: one said that the child was innocent, the other said that there was no other price, and one was hot and the other was cold. I still like the temper in the second picture, which is a bit awesome, but it is convincing to confuse the fake with the real. Now the streets are full of discount cards and coupons, jumping off buildings for sale, and smiling faces everywhere. On the contrary, people feel that the knife is hidden in the smile, and they are up to no good. The former loves the latter but worries.

One year, Zhang Zhongxing went to Tianjin and passed by Yangcun. As soon as he heard that there was a famous cake, he rushed to Tianjin, but he didn't sell it. Why? Because good rice was confiscated. Mr. Wang wondered, can't ordinary rice be used It's better than bankruptcy! Dude, it's simple. No, our ancestors had rules.

I think this rule, this stubbornness, is the love of the country people.

Think about the disappearance of rural people in this decade. On midsummer night, I never met fireflies again, which is also a matter of recent years. This is the trouble of the country people and the country.

Interwoven together, I really hope to see a countryman carrying a burden and carrying a basket full of chickens one day.

[brief comment]

There are three beauties in this article: First, the language is clever and incisive, hitting the nail on the head and making people think. Second, the novelty lies in the original insights. Through the gradual disappearance of "country people", the author expressed his regret for the decline of human beauty. Third, the novelty lies in the ingenious conception. First, highlight the characteristics of rural people through comparison, then confirm the simplicity of rural people who can't turn corners through "crediting chickens", then compare with urban people and compare with ancient and modern times. In contrast, without saying a word, sorrows and joys are clear. (thunderstorm)

Press Annex II

Wang Kailing's blog (2011-06-26 22: 25: 32)

Where's the countryman?

In private, there are two kinds of human smells: one is the smell of vegetation and the other is the smell of meat.

The times are also divided into two parts: rural character and urban character.

In rural times, the smell of vegetation is rich; In urban times, the smell of meat is suffocating.

So is the soul. The countryside is full of vegetarian dishes, and the city is full of meat.

Shen Congwen lamented that there are too few rural people.

Yeah, where did they go?

What is a countryman? Obviously not a region. Tell me about my childhood country.

In the 1970s, my parents and I lived in a commune in Yimeng Mountain area. Every spring, the cry of "chicken on credit, chicken on credit" rings in the valley, which is long and fluttering like a song. The so-called chicken on credit is to pay back the money first and then buy the newly hatched chicken. The seller is a wanderer, carrying a burden over mountains and mountains. How many chickens have you bought on credit? He writes it down in a notebook, and when he comes back next spring, you can pay with eggs. At that time, I was still thinking, you say, what if the debtor moves or dies, or the notebook is lost? Is it not a big loss?

After many years, I suddenly understood that this is a countryman.

See you next spring. See you next spring.

Don't bend logic, do the most childish business with the simplest agreement. Can save the province's mind.

Now, I'm afraid there are no more chickens on credit.

Originally only country people.

City people-this new variety came out of nowhere. They are good at arithmetic and strategy, and every time they deal with each other, the country people always suffer. As a result, more and more people enter the city.

Mountains were chopped into stones by burnt brick, trees were cut into boards and boiled into pulp ... Fertile land rolled into cities.

The city is getting fatter day by day, and the countryside is shrinking day by day, as thin as sesame.

Those in the city gate are not necessarily city people.

City people, that is, people who are highly "market-oriented", take complexity and blackness as their energy, and are good at game and competition.

Before the 20th century, although there were city walls and markets long ago, city people were still country people, and the smell of vegetation still lived in their bones.

Early in the morning, the ancient shop put forward two excuses, one said "the child is innocent" and the other said "the price is the same".

One hot and one cold. I especially like the temper in the second picture. It's a little awesome, but it's true. It is strict enough to be trusted and arrogant enough to give people a sense of security.

Now the streets are full of promotions and jumping off buildings, and there are discount cards and coupons with smiling faces everywhere, which makes people feel that there is an ulterior motive.

The former is the smell of vegetation, while the latter is the smell of meat.

A sauce meat shop in old Beijing, called Yueshengzhai, especially spiced sauce mutton, has been popular for nearly 200 years. It has two regulations: the sheep must be the first-class sheep in Inner Mongolia grassland, and only two pots are stewed every day to ensure the quality.

One year, Zhang Zhongxing went to Tianjinwei and passed by Yangcun. He heard that there was a famous pastry shop, so he hurried there, but he didn't sell it. Why? Confiscate good rice. Mr. Wang wondered, isn't ordinary rice ok, better than bankruptcy? Dude, it's simple. No, our ancestors had rules.

I think this rule, this stubbornness, means "countryman".

Looking back, I smelled the thick fragrance of plants and trees.

Think about the disappearance of rural people, probably in these decades.

On midsummer night, I never met fireflies again, and it was in recent years.

Where have they all gone? They evaporated like dew.

In imperial academy Hutong, there is a nostalgic shop called Lost and Found, which is really famous.

Where can we find our distant vegetation, missing summer nights and fireflies?

Who found it?

I also fantasize about opening a shop, which is called "looking for inspiration".

Maybe one day, I was sleepy when I was sitting in the shop, and the curtains were taken off-

A countryman came in carrying a burden.

A basket full of chickens.

(Income from "The Wound of Classicism-Commemorating the Original World and the Lost Beauty", by Wang Kailing, Shu Hai Press, 20101version)

Brief introduction of Wang Kailing: A writer, who has written People with Bright Spirit, Classic Mourning, Excited Tongue, Spiritual Autonomy, Following Brave Heart, Acute Angle in the Dark, etc. Editor-in-chief of a set of CCTV "Seeing".

Worry and love

Today, 20 12 outstanding compositions of Jiangsu college entrance examination were announced together with the results of the college entrance examination. This year's essay topic "Trouble and Love" has been affirmed by all walks of life. As the person in charge of marking the composition of Jiangsu college entrance examination for many years, Professor He Yongkang also wrote an introduction for Express. He said the title of the composition was "lovely"!

Because of confidentiality requirements, the college entrance examination compositions provided by Jiangsu to the media every year are collectively referred to as excellent compositions. Although there is a perfect composition, the meaning is usually not exact. Among the seven outstanding works provided for expression this year, the first one, Teasing the Bug, is a perfect composition. People concerned told the reporter of Modern Express that this year's topic was well written, so there were many excellent works.

"Because the topic is well written, argumentative papers and narratives are easy to write." He Yongkang said that troubles and love should not be discussed, but the topic itself is difficult. The good ones are well written and the bad ones are poorly written. This is a good topic, simple and complicated. He further explained that the opposite of anxiety is joy, and the opposite of love is hate, but this problem is misplaced, and the clever arrangement and combination complicate the topic. "'very cute', returning to the Chinese ontology, has a good guiding role in middle school composition."

□ Contributed by: Intern Wu Modern Express reporter Zhu

comment

Argumentative writing should have a good "beginning" narrative and a good "beginning"

Most of the excellent argumentative papers published in this edition have a good "title", such as the first article "Teasing the Bug". Professor Luo pointed out in his brief comments that the author carved "bugs" in his mind, but he carved "dragons" flying freely.

What is "starting from scratch"? It is an "introduction" and a "talk" from it. Good "starting from scratch" is conducive to the development of argumentative writing. Mr. Lu Xun's representative essays basically have a wonderful "head". For example, at the beginning of The Most Artistic Country, he said, "The greatest and most permanent art in China is that men dress up as women. The value of this art lies in two aspects, or the' golden mean'-men look at' pretending to be women' and women look at' men pretending to be women'. It is neutral on the surface, and of course it is still male in the bones. " As soon as the statement came out, the hypocrisy of the "golden mean" was revealed downstream, and it was overwhelming.

Good "starting from scratch" comes from life, such as "dressing up as a woman" and "teasing bugs" mentioned above. If you want to catch it, you must be a conscientious person in life. Be diligent in observation and thinking. It can also come from reading, and some interesting anecdotes with connotations can often extract a good "header".

Why should we emphasize this issue? Because there are too many axioms, common sense and great principles in the composition of the college entrance examination, it is very tiring to read. If there is a beautiful "headline", the reader's eyes will light up first, so you won't be too guilty to speak those axioms, common sense and great principles. Moreover, once you have a good "head", your next writing will be easily bypassed and unfolded.

Most of the excellent narratives published in this edition have a good "mouth", such as the third article "Migrant Workers Riding Green Leather Cars". In recent years, there are also many essays on "migrant workers" and "children of migrant workers" in the college entrance examination, but they often start with a big and empty "face" and say how hard, simple, noble and helpless they are. This "green leather train" is different. Through the window of the small "green leather train", what it sees is the "worry" and "love" in the hearts of migrant workers, which are vivid and simple. Honesty can be described as a small silver needle, which stuns the most knowledgeable and sensitive "acupoints" and makes the "elephant" of life numb and charged! Hegel hopes that writers and artists can use "bugs" to catch up with or even surpass the "elephants" of life, which is the reason. Although college entrance examination students are not "writers", there is no need to put forward such high requirements, but it is quite necessary to learn to "cut in" from an early age, and then expand the results and explore.

-He Yongkang

(Full score composition)

Alone in the closet, hiding my thoughts, Shu Er sent a fragrance of gardenia to my nose. Looking out of the window, the afterglow of the sunset is caged in a gardenia with a smile, making the breeze slightly drunk and the courtyard deep.

A comma-sized bug stopped on the yellow title page I closed with flowers. Life is so small and fragile, which makes people more joking when they are troubled. Tired from work, I fiddled with the pen tip with great interest, blocking the way it wanted to go again and again. It also changed direction with me, tired again and again, lost everything in the north and south, and stayed quietly in the book.

In this way, we lost interest. It is really worrying to give up your goal just because you are teased. Like an epiphany, yeah, isn't that what people do? The universe is big, and people are like worms, small and humble. Faced with the teasing and disaster of the universe, people are discouraged, sitting still and tying their hands and feet. What's the difference between them and bugs? Therefore, it is even more worrying to lose the ideal and direction and get lost again and again in the face of disasters.

Look at the bug again, and suddenly there is a feeling that neither of us is happy-eternity is old. Being in the same place between heaven and earth, I have the same sadness. I suddenly felt sorry, picked it up with a pen tip and gently placed it on the gardenia leaf. The faint fragrance seems to rejuvenate it, and the little guy quickly hid in the dense green branches. A breeze blew a gardenia under my nose, and the white butterfly rested on it for a while and landed on my shoulder again. At this moment, flowers, butterflies and I are integrated, a kind of unspeakable sadness! As if to thank my love for insects, "equality" is my greatest glory at this moment.

There is an inexplicable sense of life superiority between heaven and earth. Overconfidence in the power of individuals and ideas has gradually tilted the balance of life. Only by learning to embrace the philosophy of loving all things and treating each other as equals can human beings successfully break through the spiritual barriers and get the most real touch.

Pulling people out of suffering is called kindness. What gives pleasure is called sadness. The word "compassion" is the highest way on earth. Similarly, putting yourself in others' shoes and giving equal love without hesitation will gain respect and admiration for life; If you don't give up your ideals and pursuits, you will turn your relatives' worries about yourself into their love and return. Thanks to a bug that accidentally crawled on my page, it helped me sort out the philosophy of trouble and love!

Looking at the gardenia outside the window and the most mysterious starry sky overhead, I can't help feeling deeply. If we can't cherish the compassion for others, be careful of the romance of blooming flowers and falling flowers, and put "care" in "care", how will mankind live a poetic and comfortable life in such a vast and mysterious universe?

A brief comment on the author Wen Xin carving a "worm", but carving a flying dragon, or diving in Yu Yuan, or flying in the sky, full of twists and turns. This article starts with the smallest event, which is wonderful, characterized by nuance, meticulous thinking and meticulous observation. Therefore, the article gives birth to endless feelings, including Taoism's "unity", Buddhism's "compassion" and his own epiphany "philosophy of caring for love" Focusing on the "most metaphysical sky", therefore, the most humble creatures are also "concerned" and "caring", which has become the ultimate concern with the vast feelings of the universe.

(Luo) According to

I worked outside for three years and went home for the first time this year.

I squeezed into this green leather car with the cheapest ticket stub, mixed with sadness and joy. With the roar of the train, I crossed the plains, crossed the fields, crossed the rivers, bypassed the mountains and rivers, and ran to my mother's tearful years, to my father's knee suffering from rheumatism, and to the figure that my wife and children expected.

The green leather car is too crowded. The smell of instant noodles mixed with the smell of smelly feet is really suffocating, and the crying of children is even more disturbing, but I still love it very much, which makes me feel at home.

I still remember that when I bought tickets at major stations a few days ago, all kinds of fast and luxurious train benefits were really attractive, but the expensive fares also made me sigh. The children at home are still waiting for the money to pay the tuition, and my old father is still ill in bed. Originally, I wanted to choose a green leather car, but how long can such an affordable choice last? I am in a state of anxiety.

Night has become the most difficult time on the green leather car. In the darkness, fatigue and drowsiness returned to the passengers. People yawned, curled up and fell asleep in various positions. Some people who bought tickets fell asleep on their stomachs, and some twisted their heads. The shadow of the girl next to the window became blurred in the dusk, as if shouting something, perhaps calling "home". I took a yellow photo, which was the only photo I took for my son before I left. Every time I called my wife and children in the past three years, my wife always told me, "My son is tall again and can help his grandparents." My son's tender face will appear in my mind from time to time. Although the green leather car is crowded and messy, it can let me see my son who misses me day and night. I like this car very much.

In the long journey, we are more full of joy. People from all corners of the country are worried about their homes, laughing and boasting about comparing their wives and children. The laughter is full of thoughts.

Green leather cars are slow. It is afraid of every red light and grateful for every green light. It shivers in every corner and shakes its head in every straight. It envies the "same kind" flying around, and occasionally worries about the time when it disappears, just like I do.

The green leather car went on, and I seemed to see my son's smile and my mother's figure. ...

The green leather car with China's complex memories has been driving in China for nearly 60 years, and this year may be its last service. I love it, although it is slow, it will eventually reach my station; At the same time, I am deeply worried: it has disappeared, and I, what should we do?

Fortunately, at this time, I returned home in anxiety and joy.

The biggest highlight of this paper lies in the perspective chosen by the author and the object of attention. From the perspective of a migrant worker who went out to work for three years before returning home, he poured out his sincere love for the green leather train and expressed his concern that the green leather train would be replaced by passive cars and high-speed trains one day. Seeing the big from the small reflects the concern and worry about the living conditions of vulnerable groups. New perspectives and high concepts. (thunderstorm)

Every time I walk into the sacred hearts of those who sigh the world with sticks. I can always feel a heavy love hidden under deep sadness.

"There are thousands of buildings in Ande, which is a great protection for all the poor people in the world!" Du Fu, who stayed in history in the name of worrying about the country and the people, is more than a word of "worry"! In his every sigh, in his every sadness, the thought of patriotism and love for the people always shines the most dazzling light. Love is deep, so I am anxious.

There is Liu Zongyuan, who was casually thrown into Liuzhou and Shaozhou by Tang Xianzong as a broken brick. Facing the distant, cold and desolate border and looking back at Chang 'an, which is shrouded in mist, the unfulfilled ambition gradually precipitates into deep love for the local people in anxiety.

Therefore, he bears heavy worries with love. He established schools, banned witchcraft, reclaimed land, planted trees and plants, and promoted herbs. He knows that the people in the border areas are more miserable, and the border areas need development more. In a few years, he made a lot of achievements in Liuzhou. He is willing to be a fool himself, work hard, leave his sorrow to himself and dedicate his love to the people of Liuzhou without reservation.

An educator said: At the last moment of life, everything is profound. I have to say that love born of worry is deeper. Because it is love full of tears.

Shu Ting's poem "To My Contemporaries" is particularly brave and sincere only because it is not recognized. Even if it falls like tears, there is still a little echo from the earth. Bei Dao, Gu Cheng, Haizi, these poets who are moving forward in anxiety, these poets who are full of love for the motherland and the people, and these sages who are willing to cut through difficulties and open up a bright road for the latecomers, their worries are meaningful because of love.

I can't help but think of Bai, the host, who insisted with a frown on the TV screen and at the forefront of the news. With his wisdom and agility, with his responsibility and fraternity, he has seen farther and deeper than us. He knows the darkness and backwardness of society and the ulterior motives of people. He knew that "this is the farthest way." He knew that even if he was smashed, he could not immediately improve the backwardness in some areas. Therefore, he will frown. But in the book Pain and Happiness, I clearly feel that there is an upward force supporting him, and he will never fall-that is, his deep love for this land.

Du Fu's sage echoed in his ear: "Who is sighing with a stick? Blood and tears burst back to the bald head! " That share is no less than the responsibility of young people, and that passionate love is a clear sky in the hearts of historical worries, which has been brewing into colorful rainbows after thousands of years!

A brief comment on the ingenious conception of this article. As a visitor, the author walked into the spiritual world of "people who lament the world", touched their feelings of worrying about the country and the people, and listened to their voice of great love. A few vivid and touching images and comments just illustrate one point: all the great ideas from ancient times to the present are in the same strain, caring for the country and the people, and loving the country and the people. (Pan Dachun)

The chicken is full and squatting on the shelf for a nap, and the pig is humming in the corner with a round belly; The sun is still in love with the hill, and the horizon is a little red and full of happiness.

There was a commotion at the entrance to the village, and the donkey sang a play and sold melons half blindly.

Unload the donkey cart half blindly, drink all the herbal tea handed by the ugly son, and pull the cart to pick melons without donkeys. The bus is just full. It was a tentative moonlit night, and now it's a formal night. Half-blindly burying his head in the cart, he worried for a while: Should his son go to sell melons together tomorrow? Will my son be angry if I am not good at words? The ugly child is pushing the car behind, worried: Do you want to accompany dad to sell melons? But I am a student, but my father is blind, ugly, old and poor. Isn't it shameful to lose him

"Will you go to the city to sell melons with your father tomorrow?" Half blind or timidly asked a sentence. "alas." Ugly children should be unconsciously. But he was ambivalent again.

The next morning, the whip tore open the night, and the donkey cart "squeaked" on the road. Half-blind excited to hum along with the sound of the donkey's hoof knocking on the ground; The ugly boy stared at his toes all the way, as if he would be punished.

After setting up the stall, I crouched with my eyes half open and gently greeted the pedestrians in twos and threes with my only left eye. The ugly boy hides in the shadow of the donkey, as if the shadow of the donkey has the function of the leaf in Adam and Eve's lower body, which can cover up ugliness. At this time, he is like a sick eye afraid of light and a broken skin afraid of sweat.

The donkey screamed and shook off the fly that stung its tail.

At this time, a woman who got up early to buy food bypassed a motor tricycle full of melons and walked to the donkey cart. "Where are the melons in my hometown?" "Mutton soup melon, not sweet, no money!" Half-blind stood up and answered, every word is like a deposit. As a farmer, he never boasts. "Hey, your son helps sell melons, see how happy you are!" The woman said. The ugly boy's face is like a red tomato, but his fear has come true.

The sun is getting higher and higher, and we look at the world viciously.

Half blind, weighing melons, looking for change, sweating profusely. Ugly son saw his father's salty yellow shirt sticking to his back, lining his bones like a withered eggplant. The ugly son saw the donkey staring at himself, and the round donkey's eyes twisted.

More and more people buy melons, and donkeys are fidgeting. The sun is getting stronger and stronger.

The ugly son finally went to find his father. "Dad, let me have my change!" "Half blind paused, but the blind man's right eye sparkled like gray inferior jewelry.

Sure enough, it's much faster today. There are only two melons left before one o'clock. At this time, a man rushed over and made a round bag, saying that it was not easy to buy a melon in Biantang, so he went to the donkey cart to look for it. Sure enough, another big watermelon came out. Suddenly, I took it with my eyes half open and held it like a baby, saying that this melon was not for sale. The man left helplessly.

Sit down half-blind, pinch the melon hard, hand it to Ugly, and say, "What a good melon, keep it for us!" " "The ugly boy's eyes are wet. He knows that his father is really happy today.

The sun suddenly warmed up.

In the town, on the street, beside the donkey cart, father and son snuggled up, donkey, eating melon. Ugly children no longer feel ashamed, and their fathers are no longer daunting; Semi-blind no longer worried that his son would not accept himself, but felt full of heart.

The donkey sang happily again, and the sun in the sky happily gave off warm light.

A brief comment on the happy story of this father and son selling melons makes people shine! You see, before selling melons, the father and son went from the same trouble to the same one; When selling melons, first the father is busy with his son, and the woman's words make his son tremble; Then the father helped his son, full of love; Finally, the father left the melon to comfort his son, and he was happy! Light worries and deep love are fully displayed in the author's ingenious and exquisite writing. It is really ingenious, with ups and downs in narrative, rich details and sincere feelings.

(Xue Mingde)

The spider web of life is woven by two closely intertwined silk threads: worry and love. It passes through the hourglass of time without a trace of dust.

At the age of five

The sky is so blue and the clouds are so white. You are running on the grass with cotton candy in your mouth. The thin thread in my hand is holding another kite flying high, and the wind is passing by my ears. With the concern of my parents, "Haha, slow down, under my feet …".

At the age of eight

When crossing the street, you quietly let go of your mother's gentle big hand that you always longed for when you were a child. Pursed her lips unhappily. "Oh, why are you still holding my hand when crossing the street? I am not a child anymore. " "Mom, why do you still call my real name? My classmate is here. It's embarrassing ... "

At the age of thirteen

In the dark night sky, under the white light, at your desk, you are immersed in a difficult exercise, grasping your hair in one hand and drawing on the draft paper with a pen in the other. My heart is like a function that I can't understand. It's annoying and chaotic. At this time, my mother gently pushed open the door behind her and "creaked". Although the voice is small, it also makes you more annoyed. He turned angrily and shouted, "Are you bored? Can't you see I'm doing my homework? ! "Seeing the steaming milk in my mother's hand," I don't drink it! You take it! How annoying! " Mother ignored your roar, put the glass of milk on your desk and quietly quit. One of the "notes" ...

At eighteen

"Mom, I'm nervous." You frown. "What's so nervous, worthless. Relax as usual. Even if you take the college entrance examination, you can never repeat it for you! " Mom put a chocolate in your schoolbag and said briskly. "Don't worry, I'll prepare your favorite oranges at home!"

At the age of thirty

"You see you, like a 30-year-old man? What, you can't stand such a small setback? I just got fired. What, just get another job and it's over? ! Look at you like that ... "Father is sitting on the sofa opposite him, spitting smoke rings and worrying about you. What is this?

At the age of forty-five

"Mom, I'm fine, well, don't worry. Oh, by the way, you and dad should consider eating the fruit I brought you last time. And that box of American ginseng, don't be reluctant to eat it. Anyway, it's something that hasn't come back after spending money Yes, you can't return it. If it is left for a long time, it will be broken ... "You are anxiously reminding me on the other end of the phone, and my mother is listening quietly on the other end.

At the age of 55

Ding Lingling ... "Oh, mom, I didn't tell you not to answer the phone. You and dad are both at this age. If you fall, it's no joke. I'll dial twice next time, the first time you walk slowly, and the second time you answer. Also, let my dad not forget the review of hyperglycemia next week; Take that medicine on time, don't worry about money, you are in poor health, and my son is distressed! "

Love is like a worn-out coat, and worry is a patch on it. Although its style is old and faded, it is more comfortable and warm.

On narration, montage and narrative montage. The moral conveyed is not only that there is sorrow in love, but also that there is love in sorrow. The transformation of roles will make this moral richer and longer. Replacing "gorgeous robes" with "torn coats" and "lice" with "patches" is inevitable, but the author's intention can be seen. (Cai Ming)