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Zhejiang examinee

When Grandpa began to taste the aged Longjing brewed four times, undertaker had gradually dispersed. My mother held my hand tightly and bid farewell to this land where I was born and raised. I smiled slightly. It turns out that there is no eternal hometown, and we are always passers-by.

After dealing with grandma's funeral, grandpa no longer missed this land that left countless memories, and obediently followed us to the city. However, walking on the cobblestone path, I saw my grandfather's back countless times. That kind of deep attachment and unspeakable helplessness finally turned into a muddy tear and slowly flowed back to my heart.

Goodbye, I heard these two words.

Grandpa in the city still gets up early every day. This is somewhat different in a city accustomed to nightlife and disdaining the morning sunshine. However, grandpa doesn't care about those strange eyes, and still wears old blue overalls that are washed white every day and shuttles through the community. He cultivated a flower field in the wasteland in front of the building, sowed all kinds of strange seeds, and waited every day with a serious face, as if he were completing a sacred mission.

Only I know grandpa's loneliness. Because I also have such loneliness. I miss the old house in my hometown. Every morning, the euphemistic sound of warblers, the mournful moan of wooden stairs, the tiny sunshine scattered through the green bamboo forest, and the unforgettable earthy breath with a faint fragrance.

I can't find such a simple and pure smiling face in this piece of reinforced concrete. Every time I see grandpa waving his hand and putting it helplessly under the cold brush, I always have an impulse to cry.

At that time, my grandfather was a green leaf and full of energy. He can temporarily leave his roots and wander in the distance, looking for his own scenery. Now, however, this green leaf has quietly withered, and he needs to go back and stay in his hometown forever.

It was grandpa's eightieth birthday, so my relatives and friends got together. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't find grandpa. I got up quietly and walked out of the banquet hall. I saw my grandfather wandering in the corner window. I went over to shake hands with grandpa. Grandpa moved his lips and said, "I want to go home." Like a sheltered child looking for a home.

"Well, let's go home together." I saw my own shadow in my grandfather. Everyone is a green leaf. No matter how far it floats, it has been deeply branded by that land. Yes, this is the helpless and sweet fate of every green leaf.

Then, let's work hard with our feelings for the roots, and then go home hand in hand before sunset.

homesickness

Zhejiang examinee

The vast river is carrying sailing expeditions, but the boat understands that the direction of the lighthouse is the harbor most attached to the bottom of my heart; The blue sky carries the wings of pigeons, but the direction of home is so clear. Just like the attachment flowing in the river and the yearning in the sky, whenever a familiar noun comes to mind, my heart is always pounding.

I used to be so amazed at the magnificence of leaves and impressed by the ultimate beauty. The branches are only a few meters away from the land. However, Ye Er resolutely broke free and let the wind fly. It was spinning: it was crushed by a car, but it was still singing and spinning in the direction of the roots. I asked the fallen leaves, and they were silent. It should be the feeling that emanates from my heart, and I gradually realized it.

Until that year, the sun was warm and the spring breeze was warm, but it was bitter. The cypress trees rustled in front of the door, stirring people's hearts. On that day, our family moved to the city. Away from the crystal dew in the morning, away from the clear rhyme and elegance of smoked bean tea transpiration in the local flavor, away from the comfort of walking on the ridge with an umbrella under the spring rain. I got into the car waiting in front of the door and looked at the beautiful image of the old house under the sunlight. My memory is dusty in this quiet courtyard. In the direction of fading away, I shed tears, falling uncontrollably and flowing out of my heart.

Far from home, everything is so novel in a strange city, but my heart seems to be more homesick. At this time, it seems that I can really understand the determination of the fallen leaves to break free from the branches. It is the power of the family and the power of the roots. One of Lin Yutang's essays once gave me deep comfort. When he was a child, he lived in Gulangyu Island, near the sea. He often listens to the meditation of the sea with his father at the seaside. He often asks his father about the pictures on the other side of the sea, and he yearns for it. Finally, he flew over the sea, but this side of the sea still lingered in his heart. He said: "When I flew over the sea, I thought it was actually very small, but when I looked at my hometown from the other side of the sea, it was so far away." A short sentence is so meaningful, because homesickness is the most beautiful language on earth.

Every living thing has its roots, a thread that pulls it, and the most beautiful feelings in the world. Just at the junction of Peru and Bolivia, there is a new lake Titicaca, where a group of Ulu people live. How many years have passed since that day, and he still lives on a floating island. When the Inca civilization drifted away and the greenhouse effect struck, he still persisted. They said, "that's the water where the roots grow, and the roots can't be pulled up."

How simple, but so touching. I returned to the familiar land with the desire to find it and irresistible attachment. Holding a cup of green smoked bean tea in my hand, I walked along the country road and felt the fragrance of the earth in the dense moisture, just like the mass in Tai Caliso. At that moment, I felt melted. Pulling up the wild flowers on the roadside, I was surprised by the lush roots, which produced gorgeous colors. At this time, I found the answer I have been tracking.

Young I am about to set sail. A book and a cup of tea are steaming with homesickness, and there is always a lighthouse in my heart, according to the direction I came from.

China's wisdom of harmony but difference.

Shanghai examinee

At the calligraphy exhibition in the museum, I was shocked by the fascinating exhibits and was at a loss for a moment. Suddenly, a work came into view. Its words look crooked, but on the whole, it has a different taste. It is beautiful in form and spirit. I'm a little shocked.

"That's what Zheng Xie said." A deep voice. I turned my head, and it was a smiling grandfather.

I can't help but sigh: "This word is so beautiful. Although it doesn't look like Liu Tiou's orthodoxy, it doesn't hinder its unique and integrated beauty. It really deserves to be the masterpiece of Zheng Banqiao, the head of Yangzhou Eight eccentrics. "

The old man smiled and said, "This is China's great wisdom of harmony but difference. You can see it from a small pair of calligraphy. Every word is crooked and doesn't look beautiful, but when it is combined, it has a powerful all-encompassing energy. "

"This is a concrete sense of great harmony, that is, accommodating all different harmony," I said. "This kind of harmony does not insist on the identity of all things, but beauty is in name and beauty is in reality."

The old man nodded and pointed to the work in front of him: "Look, Banqiao's handwriting is written in official script, not official script, and so is China's wisdom." It has never had a specific paradigm, and there is no unified demand. The ancients let their wisdom walk in front of us, let us have a glimpse, absorb and coexist various cultures and elements, and finally reach a harmonious state. Look at every masterpiece handed down in front of you. Every painting has its own special charm, even if it is not like a Banqiao, it is not ancient and is born out of the most primitive spirit. "He suddenly stopped and laughed." Perhaps this energy is given by Cang Xie's characterization. "

On reflection, I said, "A gentleman is harmonious but different, and a villain is not harmonious. So should a person. Only by gaining the power of harmony can we turn words with strong personality into one. Harmony is different, it is different, no, it must be different. Only in this way can we not be willful, not confined to our own narrow space, not seeing everything, and not having the tolerance to feel it. "

"So some people say that Zheng Xie's calligraphy is indispensable and cannot have both." The old man replied, "He's the only one. That's the difference." Look at those famous people: Jin Nong, Badashanren, Zhang Xu. They are wild and restrained, energetic and feminine. They seem to have such distinct personalities, but in fact they are all footprints in the history of China's calligraphy. China culture embraces these unique beings with its unique attitude. "

"Harmony is different. I have never thought so seriously about the wisdom hidden in such a painting. " I said with emotion.

The old man patted me on the shoulder: "China's wisdom has never been illusory, it has already penetrated into everything." Take a good look. "

I am immersed in the alternation of black and white. I return to absolute being, turned to look at it again. The old man has disappeared.

& lt narrative can also be combined into several parts, as follows >

Taste fashion

Jiangsu examinees

( 1)

"A generation is not as good as a generation!" The nine-Jin old lady muttered angrily, unconsciously glanced at the couple who forgot to kiss on the small wooden chair on the right, and then withdrew her eyes like a crime.

It is easy to see the flashing slogan on the street-"lovers street, clothes, fashion, and shout out if you have love!" "Yi was surprised and hurried to the exit, muttering," What fashion did you try? "? We didn't know what the bride looked like until we opened the skull! It's really worse every generation! "

(2)

How does a nine-catty old lady read? Haha, since her granddaughter Qi Jin became the editor-in-chief of urban taste and fashion magazine, the old lady in Jin Jiu has often come to this city. Seven pounds is going to enroll the old lady in the university for the aged, which scared her half to death. Yi hurriedly waved his hand: "Men and women are grandchildren, how can they do it?" Hey, it's really getting worse every generation! Fortunately, the old lady in Jin Jiu has a keen ear and a bright eye, and she has seven pounds to teach her to read newspapers. "。 Seeing that she is very careful in Iraq, she is going to teach her the latest Martian. Unexpectedly, the wrinkles on the old lady's face were twisted in one place. She curled her lips and scolded: "The words of our ancestors should not be changed indiscriminately. Who dares to change them Hey, it's really getting worse every generation! "

(3)

On this day, Jin Jin had nothing to do, so he took out the magazine Taste and Fashion from his pocket and clamored to read an article to the old lady Jin Jin.

The old lady pouted and became swollen, but without muttering a word, she sat down to listen to her granddaughter.

"The 38-degree sunshine gently jumps on my slightly closed eyelashes", 7 pounds read tearfully, but she couldn't help but close her eyes narcissistically. "What the hell?" The old lady of nine pounds almost felt that there was a cup in her ear.

"My mouth is rising and I can't help but freeze into a 43 smile." Seven catties naturally ignored the old lady's question and continued to read and recite. "toss!" The old lady shrugged her shoulders contemptuously.

"The air is filled with the fragrance of 78 mocha or 68 cappuccino ..." Seven Jin reluctantly put down the magazine, expecting Yi's praise. The confused old lady looked into her granddaughter's eyes and felt embarrassed. After thinking for a long time, she poured out her mantra: "Alas, each generation is worse than the next!" "

"What what ah! This is called' petty bourgeoisie', which is called fashion, and it can't teach you to taste fashion! " Seven catties showed disdain on his face.

(4)

"grandma! You are too fashionable! It's popular in the city to eat your corn and carry your broken snakeskin bag, especially your sentence' generation is not as good as generation'. Fire! Fire! " 7 pounds shouted excitedly on the phone: "You are free to teach me to taste fashion now!"

An incredible expression appeared on the old woman's face. She looked at some hard-faced steamed buns in a broken porcelain bowl and thought of the hole deliberately opened in her 7 kg clothes. She wanted to scold "it's really getting worse with each generation", but it suddenly occurred to her that this has become a fashion again. Yi felt inappropriate, and after a while, she couldn't say a word, so she hung up the phone silently.

Yi lost his mind and muttered, Really. ...

Such common sense

Guangdong examinee

Early in the morning, as soon as the factory director came to the office, Xiao Li rushed in, holding a steaming cup of Tieguanyin in his hand, handed it to the factory director obsequiously and said mysteriously in a low voice, "Director, I want to discuss something with you. Can the master who took me be replaced by Xu Changke? " The director is puzzled: "What? Master Zhang is too strict with you? " "No, Master Zhang is experienced and skilled. Such a good master should be left to Xiao Wang. " "Yes, no problem."

It turns out that Xiao Wang and Xiao Li are new apprentices, and the factory has assigned two masters to lead them respectively. In the original factory, Xiao Li was arranged by the best master Zhang. I don't know why, but he asked for a replacement. The training will begin soon. Master Zhang is a veteran. He is very hard on Xiao Wang. If he can't do it well, he will ask for redone. Even if the gears were not smooth, he asked for a fresh start. It is common to make mistakes and severely punish people for not eating; In addition, Xiao Wang is required to read a bunch of theoretical books and understand the main points thoroughly. Xiao Wang was so tired that he was sweating all over every day that he fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow. On the contrary, Xiao Li is at leisure, following Xu Jin in and out every day, socializing constantly, not learning much technology, but making a lot of money. Xiao Wang looked in his eyes and wondered.

One day, Xiao Wang finally had a chance to find Xiao Li and asked, "You and I are disciples. Why is it so easy to learn? " Xiao Li smiled and whispered in his ear, "Brother, you don't understand this. In today's society, relations are valued, not technology. Many relatives are senior officials. I see many important people with him these days. He also said that when he became the director, he would promote me to be the deputy director. It is common sense to have connections and good interpersonal relationships. Do you understand? " Xiao Li patted Xiao Wang on the shoulder and strolled away.

Xiao Wang went back and told Master Zhang that Master Zhang was furious: "Common sense? Bullshit common sense! Nowadays, everyone talks about relationships, and everyone climbs relationships, which breeds a lot of unlearned moths and leads to the real talents being buried! Don't listen to his nonsense What the country needs is technology and talents. Only with excellent technology can there be a future. This is common sense. Study hard. " Xiao Wang nodded and continued to study hard every day.

The end of the training one year later coincided with the country's need for high-tech talents. Excellent master Zhang became the factory director, which set off an upsurge of "learning solid technology to serve the country" in the factory. Xiao Wang graduated smoothly with excellent theoretical results and excellent technical operation, and was promoted to senior technician with a monthly salary of over 10,000 yuan. As for section chief Xu, he was arrested because his relatives took bribes, and he was laid off because there was no reality. Xiao Li miscalculated his wishful thinking and had to start an apprentice again.

The factory has assigned another master to Xiao Li. On the day of training, Xiao Li was surprised to see Xiao Wang coming. Murphy? "Yes, I am your teacher," Xiao Wang whispered near his ear. "I also want to tell you that you only have the real thing, practical learning, and have a future. This is common sense, understand? " Xiao Wang patted Xiao Li on the shoulder, looked at Xiao Li's stupefied appearance and smiled happily.

Standing at the gate of the station

Hubei examinee

The station is a stage for parting and gathering. The owner of this parting and gathering scene is always changing. What remains unchanged is that this is the same platform.

The protagonist of the play is changing. One day, I became the protagonist of the play. A chilly spring day, a season full of joy and vitality, and at the same time, in my eyes, it is also a season of frustration. One day, my parents got up early in the morning and were busy packing. I was still in the transition zone between fantasy and reality, and suddenly I vaguely heard a little sobbing. I opened my sleepy eyes, and under the dim light, I found my dear mother with some tears on her face and a sad face. I climbed into my mother's arms and asked her what was wrong. She didn't speak. However, my father, who has always been silent, said: we are going to work in other provinces today, and we may only come back once a year ... I cried at that time because I didn't want my parents to leave. But these are useless. Grandma pulled me with tears on my face and stood at the gate of the station, saying goodbye to mom and dad. Then I watched them get on the bus. The car started slowly, gradually became a little bit, and gradually disappeared in the foggy morning, leaving only my grandmother and I standing at the gate of the station ... Since then, this station has remained in my memory. I will stand at the gate of the station from time to time, hoping that the distant car can bring my blessing to my parents, and the returning car can bring me news from my parents. I will stand at the gate of the station and continue the drama of the station where I left and looked forward to meeting.

Leaves are green and yellow. When they become Huang Shi, they will fall off and then they will grow again. The world has been changing, but the play on the platform has not changed. It's still on. It's still just the owner who changes.

I became a person who left more than ten years ago, and my parents who left more than ten years ago became people who have left now. Every morning when I go back to school, my mother always gets up as early as in the past, packs my bag, prepares breakfast for me, and sends me to the station to continue this drama with no ending. A thousand exhortations: study hard, pay attention to your health, eat more and drink less cold water ... There is always endless "nagging", a nagging that warms your heart. The car drove away, and through the window, although the light outside was very dark, I clearly saw the sadness and watery eyes in my mother's eyes. Leaving is infinite disappointment and nostalgia; When I came back, my eyes were ecstatic. But my eyes are always wet when I leave or come back.

Standing at the gate of the station, I wish people in the distance a safe journey; Standing at the gate of the station, waiting for the missing person to return safely. There is a station in my heart, a station where parting and gathering are constantly staged. I will always stand at the gate of the station, saying goodbye, blessing, waiting and meeting.

These articles are all narratives with full marks in the college entrance examination, and they are well written.

When writing a narrative, paying attention to environmental description and scenery description can highlight feelings.