1. How to write a composition that echoes the beginning and end of the story

Mother’s Hands Everyone has a pair of hands, but everyone’s hands are different. The hands of a scientist---the hand of wisdom Hands; painter's hands---the hands of painting; doctors' hands---the hands of rejuvenation... But I hope to have a pair of hands like my mother---skillful hands.

I remember when I was a child, my mother’s dexterous hands were always sewing and mending. Sometimes she would sew fashionable clothes for me, and sometimes she would sew a few animal patterns on my ripped clothes to make them look as good as new. I remember one late autumn, my mother bought some balls of wool, picked up the shiny sweater needles, and knitted a sweater for me.

In less than two days, my mother knitted a beautiful coat for me. I put it on happily and stood in front of the full-length mirror, jumping and spinning.

This jacket is not only made of wool of multiple colors, but also has a giant panda pattern embroidered on the chest. The next day, I wore it to school, and many classmates asked me curiously: "Where did you buy this dress? It's so beautiful!" I proudly said: "My mother knitted it."

My classmates all looked at me with envy. You can see in their eyes how much they wish they had a coat like mine.

My mother’s skillful hands can also make all kinds of delicious meals. If you are lucky, you can taste my mother’s cooking skills. Once, my mother cooked I made pancakes for lunch. I had lunch with my good friends, and my mother asked him to take it home for his mother to taste. After eating, his mother gushed about her good cooking skills. My mother is good at handicrafts and cooking. To be honest, since I was a child, I have wanted to have the wise hands of scientists, the creative hands of painters, and the rejuvenating hands of doctors...

But now I hope to have a pair of skillful hands like my mother. 2. How to write a composition that uses anaphora before and after

How to write: (1) Determination: Start with the proposition, look at the clues of the article, and determine the most common points of anaphora between the beginning and the end. Generally speaking, when using people as clues, people are mainly used as the main point of anaphora; when using objects as clues, the depicted objects are the main points of anaphora; when using time as clues, time is the main point of anaphora; when using thoughts, Transformed into clues, the cause of fluctuations in thoughts is the same point of reference. (2) Grasp: When writing the ending, in addition to writing the similarities with the beginning, you should also grasp the differences. These differences are often different modifications and supplements to the same points. (3) Writing: When writing about similarities, be clear to express echo; when writing about differences, pay attention to the characteristics of changes: especially changes in techniques and language factors.

Example: The text "Little Wooden Boat" (Volume 9) begins with: "Every time I see the exquisite little wooden boat hidden in the drawer, I think of Chen Ming."

The ending is: "As soon as I saw this exquisite little wooden boat, I seemed to see Chen Ming standing in front of me." This text echoes the beginning and the end, and has two obvious characteristics: one is in pairs, one in front of the other. There are some similarities, such as "seeing" and "the exquisite little wooden boat" in the beginning and the end. The second is the difference between before and after. 3. A composition for sixth grade: practice writing a short article using the method of anaphora, using a typical example

I have a good partner

I have a good friend, her name is Wu Mingyan, her bright eyes are like a clear spring water, just like her name. Her good qualities of helping others added a bit of color to her. Let’s talk about what happened on Sunday.

That day, we went to Shanghai's "Big World" to play. After a while, everyone was attracted by the interesting electronic game consoles, and laughter of "ha ha ha" came from time to time.

Wu Mingyan and I were looking at Sun Wukong on the screen, and we were so amused by it that we laughed. Suddenly, there was an intermittent cry from behind. Mingyan and I stopped laughing and walked towards the place where the crying came out with questions.

It turned out that my classmate Liao Zhiqiang found that the two yuan in his pocket was missing when he was buying tickets, so he cried very sadly. Yes, I went out to play happily, but now I have lost my money, how can I not be sad? We feel very sorry for him.

At this time, Wu Mingyan, who was standing next to me, took out two yuan from her pocket, walked up to her, and said to Liao Zhiqiang: "Zhiqiang, don't cry. I was shopping just now. At that time, I found two yuan, maybe it's yours, I forgot to ask you just now, you take it." Zhiqiang stopped crying, hesitated, took the money, smiled, and looked at Mingyan with grateful eyes. , there are still a few teardrops hanging on the eyelashes.

I felt very puzzled: Hasn’t Mingyan always been with me? How come I never heard her say she found two yuan? What a strange thing.

Before I woke up, Wu Mingyan pulled me to a secluded place, lowered her voice and said to me: "Huang Ying, you brought five yuan anyway, please lend me one yuan." Where is your money?" I felt very strange. She blinked mysteriously and said, "My money was given to Liao Zhiqiang just now. Look how sad he cried!"

"Didn't you say you found it?" I really Monk Zhang Er was a little confused. Wu Mingyan pointed at my forehead and said mischievously: "Otherwise, would he be willing to accept it?" At this moment, I suddenly realized it and quickly took out two yuan from my pocket and stuffed it into her hand.

Wu Mingyan happily took the money and blinked, meaning only I knew.

Dear reader, after reading this, you must think that my good partner Wu Mingyan is cute and beautiful, right? I'm proud to have such a good partner. 4. An essay about caring for people before and after

I have a class teacher who is loved by everyone. She is of medium build, with a face like a oval, and a pair of glasses high on the bridge of her nose. Hidden behind the glasses is His eyes are bright and bright, and he always looks at others kindly. Sometimes he was smiling and not serious at all, so everyone felt cordial and comfortable. But sometimes, some classmates irritated her face, just like the weather in October, which changes at any time, from sunny to cloudy. Although she may be very serious sometimes, she really cares about her classmates.

I remember that once the test papers were handed out, my grades were not very satisfactory. At this time, the teacher happened to walk by and saw her, but she was not angry. She just patted my shoulder with one hand and pointed to the test paper with one hand. He solved the wrong questions for me and said to me: "Don't give up, keep working hard!" After listening to it, I felt much better. Teacher Zhuang also comforted other students and soothed their hearts.

There were many times when the poor students in the class either couldn’t do their homework or they always made mistakes. However, Teacher Zhuang never lost confidence in these poor students and instead brought them to the office. She explained them question by question and taught them how to write question by question. She was very patient and never got bored. The students also made progress bit by bit with the help and encouragement of Teacher Zhuang. Teacher Zhuang saw it and was extremely happy.

Teacher XX, you are an excellent teacher and the best in our hearts! Thank you for caring for us; thank you for giving us a wealth of knowledge; thank you for not giving up on us and believing in us. We have thousands of words to say to you, but we want to say one thing to you the most: "Thank you, Teacher XX! 5. My ideal composition of 300 words should have an outline and a writing technique of back-and-forth

There is a light in everyone's heart, and its name is ideal; everyone has to go a certain way, and its name is life. There is a famous saying: It is terrible to live without ideals. Indeed, there is no ideal. Are you motivated?

When I was very young, I established a lofty ideal for myself, that is, when I grow up, I must be a child. A famous teacher. On the one hand, it is because my mother is a teacher, and I am deeply infected by the teacher's hard work. On the other hand, I feel that the teacher can contribute a lot to the motherland and contribute to the country. The motherland has cultivated more talents who love the motherland, love the people, have science and culture, and have high exploration energy.

I stand on the three-foot podium every day and impart knowledge to the "little audience". All the students are young talents. During class, they all sat upright. When I called someone to get up to answer a question, he stood up and answered the question completely and politely. I will not rush to the office in a hurry and sit on a chair to drink water leisurely. Instead, I will put down my work and play games happily with the children under the teaching building, so that the children can relax after intense study. Every weekend, I will take my students to play in the park or visit the military camp, using my unique method to gradually develop the good habit of hard work and love for work.

People always live in reality and illusion, and people are trying to turn illusion into reality. When I suffer setbacks, that ideal will give me courage. I always believe that great ideals can be successfully realized only through selfless struggle and sacrifice.

I believe that as long as I have this idea in my heart and work hard for this wish, it will definitely come true.

Everyone has a dream, including a lofty ideal. Me too. My struggle is only to realize my ideals and fulfill my dreams.

Since I was a child, I have always wanted to be a designer and live in a comfortable environment without worries. A carefree senior white-collar worker.

Being a white-collar worker means you can enjoy yourself every day. Letting my parents live in a good environment is a way of repaying my parents for raising me up and educating me. Guide me. They are my street lights, lighting me up and leading me to the other side of success. From the day my sister and I were born, my parents have worked harder and harder to make money and create a good environment for me. Let me become a happy child. If I succeed and have a bright future, they must also feel that all these years of teaching have been worthwhile.

I want to be a designer, not just for the sake of it. To repay my parents. It is also to make the motherland more prosperous and strong, and to add colorful wings to the motherland.

Perhaps, more than ten years later, I will sit in the office every day. Holding the pen in my hand and a stack of paper underneath, I was scratching my head, thinking about my plan and creating inspiration. As time goes by, pieces of scrap paper are scattered all over the floor, and there is no inspiration in my mind. I think that under those pieces of paper, those excellent works were earned with all my hard work. After many years, people began to wear my clothes and jewelry. Let society enter a new era, serve the society, and create a more comfortable environment for our children and grandchildren. However, those little flowers and grass of the motherland have all become useful talents for the motherland and the pillars of the country.

In the future, in order to fulfill my dreams and realize my ideals. While I am studying well, I want to study painting and go to math classes in my spare time... I want to study hard and strive for excellent results in all subjects. In order to make my future more brilliant, I have to do this.

I will fight and fight for him. 6. A short essay on back-and-forth, the content can be customized, about 200 words

My ideal

As the saying goes: "A person has no will but no determination." If a person does not have a lofty ideal, Ideals cannot make a difference. From the creation of Pangu in ancient times to today's knowledge explosion and information revolution, for many years, for many generations, many people with lofty ideals have had lofty ideals. Ideals are the driving force for us to strive forward and have the courage to innovate; ideals are the guiding light of life; ideals are the source of strength to overcome difficulties. .

When I was a child, when I saw those caring kindergarten teachers gently caressing the rosy little face of the injured child and trying every means to comfort him, I was in my childish mind. I have made a wish in my heart - I also want to be an outstanding kindergarten teacher, be a hard gardener, and carefully take care of every flower in the big garden of the motherland!

If my ideal comes true and becomes a reality, I will put the above statement into action. I will conquer every naughty figure with love. Let them also understand that the teacher loves them. Of course, when necessary, I will also give them some small punishments so that the lovely children can recognize their mistakes, remember them in their minds, and make up their minds to correct them! Most importantly, I want them to get rid of the shadow of having to bear the burden of learning when they were young. I will use their favorite method to make children fall in love with learning, so as to strive to become the pillars of the motherland! But I won’t force them to study either!

But now, all this is just in vain.

Ideal is an abyss, forcing you to fight hard from the moment you jump down. Either the roc spreads its wings and soars upward; or it sinks to the bottom of the abyss and makes no more noise. . As for me, I choose the former. I will work hard and move towards my ideal step by step!

My ideal

Everyone has their own colorful ideals, workers, teachers, policemen, doctors... Every ideal is so beautiful, everyone is so beautiful Persistence. For the ideal, everyone works tirelessly to realize it and turn the magnificent ideal into a reality.

How naive and naive I was in childhood. And I never thought about what my ideal is. I grew up day by day, matured day by day, and began to take into account my ideals. I really want to be an astronomical scientist. But most of those great scientists live in famous big cities, and I live in this not-so-famous town. Even if I have great ambitions, it is difficult to realize them. Ideal is so far away and mysterious to me...

I hope this article will work 7. A short essay on taking care of each other

I love my family

We Home is like a palette with various colors on it. Grandpa is red, mom is green, dad is purple, and I am orange. We formed a beautiful painting.

Why is grandpa said to be red? Because my grandpa is usually optimistic and cheerful, he is cheerful all day long, and he often hums his self-composed songs to make fun of me while walking. He and I are both cross talk and comedy fans. The comedy shows "Uncle" and "Black Tea House" were my grandfather's favorite shows. Red represents excitement, so it is most appropriate to say that grandpa is red.

Mom is green. As soon as mom comes home, we feel a warm and peaceful feeling. Whenever I encounter difficulties, as long as I think of my mother's ardent expectations for me, a vast prairie will appear in front of me, and my confidence will double. I seem to have become a horse, galloping on the endless wilderness.

Dad looked serious, so I said he was purple. Whenever I did something wrong, he always criticized me severely, which made me very scared. Purple is difficult to match with other colors. But purple is a blend of blue and red, and my dad is a "cold on the outside but hot on the inside" person. So it's not wrong at all to say he's purple.

I represent orange. Orange symbolizes the rising sun. Everyone says that I am energetic, lively and cute. I like orange, and there is another reason why I like to eat oranges the most. So everyone says I am orange.

In this painting in our home, red, orange, green, and purple are all important. If there is no red, it will look deserted; if there is no green, there will be a lack of comfort; without purple, the picture will look too bright; if there is no orange, there will be no vitality. This is the picture of our family, "no one can be missing".

I love my home, and I love the colors produced by my palette. These colors paint a colorful and beautiful picture.

Wonderful clicks

①The beginning and end of the article are in a vivid metaphor, highlighting the theme of "I love my family".

② On the basis of accurately grasping the characteristics of colors and the personalities of characters, the author matches the characters with colors, rich in imagination, ingenious conception, and unconventional.

③The fourth and sixth sections of the article are particularly well written.

I want to buy "Nixon"

Childhood is colorful and gorgeous.

I remember that I was only six years old and had just entered the first grade. One weekend afternoon, I was watching the TV series "My Fair Princess" with great interest, and I heard my mother shouting loudly in the room: "Jingjing, come here and do something for your mother."

I reluctantly walked up to my mother. My mother said to me: "Baby, go to the pharmacy and buy a bottle of cortisone for my mother." I thought: My mother must not want me to watch TV and deliberately used a "trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain", so she asked me to buy medicine. I said "hum", pouted, took the money unhappily, and hurriedly walked out of the house.

I muttered "cortisone, cortisone" and trotted towards the pharmacy. When I came to the pharmacy, the TV set up in the store happened to be playing "Huan Zhuge Ge". I stopped and started watching it, and I actually forgot about buying medicine. It wasn’t until the salesperson aunt asked me that I remembered my mother’s instructions. Unfortunately, I forgot the name of the medicine for a while. Fortunately, my memory is pretty good. I stood on tiptoes and said to the salesperson: "Auntie, I want to buy a bottle of 'Nixon'!"

After hearing this, the aunt laughed so hard that she couldn't even straighten her waist. He said: "Nixon is the former president of the United States and has passed away. How could he come to our pharmacy?" After hearing this, I lowered my head in embarrassment, wishing I could find a hole to crawl in.

When I got home, I told my mother about this. My mother also laughed and laughed at me: "Doing two things at once, 'cortisone' became the president of the United States!"

Wonderful clicks

①The content corresponds to the title, and the title is the core content to be expressed in the article.

②The material selection is authentic and credible, full of life style. Due to his youth and ignorance, and the fact that everything happened for a reason, it was logical to refer to "cortisone" as "Nixon".

③ After laughing, provide education and enlightenment to others: You must concentrate on doing things and not do two things at once. 8. About the beginning and end of the context of writing and writing

An unforgettable thing

In my mind, there are many unforgettable things, but there is one thing among them The most unforgettable thing for me was my first time cooking.

It was the summer of that year. I came home from school at noon. As soon as I got home, I shouted loudly: "Who is cooking today? I am starving to death." When I walked to the restaurant, I realized that my parents were not there. I was anxious and saw a note on the dining table, which said: "Son, we are not coming back today. You can cook and eat by yourself." When I saw this note, I thought to myself: "Huh! Isn't it just cooking? Who can't do it? Today I will show them my hands." What should I do? Just make my favorite egg noodles.

I first brought two eggs. Holding the eggs in my left hand, I fixed the bowl with my right hand and knocked it hard on the bowl. I smashed the eggs and the yolks spilled on my hands. I had no choice but to knock it again. I took another egg in my hand and learned the lesson from last time. This time I knocked the egg a little harder and it hit the bowl. I danced happily. Then, after stirring vigorously, I started kneading the noodles. When the noodles were ready, I cut them with a kitchen knife. I cut the noodles on the left and right, leaving me with a mess. After the noodles were cut, I After turning on the induction cooker and the water inside boiled, I put the eggs and noodles in and cooked them together. After waiting for seven or eight minutes, the noodles were ready. In the middle of this, I turned on the TV and started watching my favorite TV series. After a while, I walked to the restaurant and saw that the noodles were already cooked. I quickly poured the noodles into the bowl. Fortunately, it was not bad and I could still eat it. I heard my father say that adding some vinegar and chili pepper would make it taste better, so I added some vinegar and chili pepper, and finally I tasted my "masterpiece". Yeah, it's not bad but a little spicy. I nodded proudly and still ate the noodles I made in my mouth. When mom and dad come back and try my noodles, they will be so happy.

This is my unforgettable first time. I would laugh out loud every time I think about it. What about you?

A happy thing

Today is Sunday. My parents are on a business trip. I am alone at home. In the morning, I finished my homework first. After lunch, I I had nothing to do, so I decided to wash the clothes that were stained with pen water as a surprise for my mother.

I first brought a washbasin, filled it with water, then put the clothes in, and scrubbed the dirty parts vigorously, but it was of no use. Half an hour later, the clothes were still not clean, and suddenly I remembered and forgot. I had to put the washing powder, so I hurried to get the washing powder. In a hurry, I took the wind oil essence to wash, but unexpectedly the pen water was washed clean. I didn’t believe it and thought to myself: Can Fengyoujing really wash away pen water? So, I applied pen water on my clothes and washed them again, and sure enough, they were cleaned by me. I was so happy that I washed the clothes again with washing powder and ran the clothes through water several times. Finally, a clean and brand-new clothes appeared in front of me. I hung it to dry on the balcony and admired it. My masterpiece, I smiled with joy.

In the evening, my mother came back. When she saw the clean and tidy clothes, she looked at me again, smiled happily, held me in her arms and said, "My son will grow up and know how to wash clothes." .

"I'm so happy. Not only did I wash my clothes today, but more importantly, I learned the secret of using Fengyoujing to wash away pen water. This is really a huge gain!

This is really A happy day, this kind of happiness is incomparable with the happiness of traveling, because this is the happiness I get from hard work. In the future, I will often help my parents with housework to reduce their burden.

The most touching thing

Time flies by like water, and many memories have faded with the passing of time. But there is one thing that remains vivid in my mind and moved me deeply—— That deep maternal love.

That morning, when I was about to go to school with my schoolbag on my back, my mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Jingjing, the weather forecast is for rain today, so it’s better to bring an umbrella. . "I looked up at the sky. It was clear. How could it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out of the door.

Just when school was over at noon, there was sudden lightning and thunder, and a heavy rain suddenly fell. The students who had brought rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. My father was teaching at a school in another place and never came home at noon. My mother was suffering from a high fever and was on an IV drip these days. I didn't think anyone would come to pick me up. I sat alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry, looking at the heavy rain outside the window, and I couldn't help but cry.

At this time. , a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain. Oh, it was my mother! The strong wind seemed to swallow my mother up. "Jingjing, come here, put on your raincoat." "My mother said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, the rain was getting heavier and heavier. My mother's hair, face, and body were soaked by the rain. Looking at my mother who was like a drowned rat, I looked at her With that blue and white face, I couldn't help crying again...

An umbrella holds up the sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me joy and happiness.

Although it has been a long time, it always touches me and teaches me to be a good person and study well...