When the sun is shining in summer, it is foggy and light rain begins to linger on the faint green hills. Leaning leisurely under the vegetation, the first drizzle wakes people up, the sun sets and the leaves are green.
I hope that "fog and rain are not a point, no doubt." Is it the beauty of the dark fragrance left after the rain? It's raining, and the light of the rain beads shines between the green shadow and the faint fragrance. Pink is elegant and rhythmic, and jade contains pearls. The fragrance is far away and the rain is quiet. Drunk.
Listening to the rain is more poetic. In a Dream of Red Mansions, Sister Lin likes Li Yishan's poem "Leave a remnant lotus to listen to the rain". I don't know whether it is joy or sadness. However, I love the sound of rain. Originally, it was "moistening things silently", but tapping on the window bars of branches and leaves would bring a beautiful sound like pearls of all sizes pouring into a plate of jade. Listening to the rain, if you tap the pipa lightly, if the golden bell knocks, it will ring heavily, slowly and hurriedly, rising and falling, as if it were knocking on the heartstrings. However, people have been fascinated by it and wonder: Is it raining? What is the wine in the sky? What about painting? What about poetry? Fresh and elegant, there are magnolia flowers floating in the wind, gently brushing the plain face with rain, and the inner pleasure is beyond words. A poem: the breeze is fragrant for a while, the rain is flying for a while, and the silver is broken. To express the feeling of being intoxicated by the rain.
Blue-black swallows flitted across the sky lightly, as if looking for something, and suddenly thought, Oh! Yaner is probably thinking: Why am I ecstatic? What did the rain hide this day?
Actually! Every drop of rain is the soul of the sea. They rose from the sea and fell from the sky, looking for their own souls and fascinated everything in the world.
People are drunk, flowers are drunk, and Yaner is drunk. Perhaps, soon, we will also sing a farewell poem in this landscape: "I advise you to have a glass of wine, and people have no reason to go out of Xiyangguan." But tomorrow, it will be another day of fragrance and rain, and we will meet again under the intoxication of the long-lost rain. I was already moved.
Perhaps, it is not that I am too obsessed with the faint fragrance and rain, but that the misty rain with the fragrance of magnolia flowers has captured my heart.
Oh! I am ecstatic-the fragrance keeps out the rain. So, I wrote this indifference.
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
Obviously, the author came prepared and with a heart.
This "preparation" lies in the rich accumulation of poetry and ode, and learning to use it, in which it enters the soul of poetry.
This "heart" is to put the topic in a broad cultural background to examine, compare and collide, and it is natural to have a little ink in your chest.
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From an artistic point of view, rain is alive.
And you see, there are "fog and rain" in spring, "residual lotus listening to rain" in autumn, the joy of good rain and the elegance of flower rain. Painting sounds, colors, shapes and objects are all rendered and spread around the word "drunk".
Create a poetic building, and the classical wind, flowers, snow and moon are scattered into strings of colorful pearls, which enrich your imagination and you will be intoxicated.
Sunshine, Sunrise and Appreciator's Eyes When the first ray of light is slightly sprinkled on the earth, how many young people in the darkness radiate dazzling light of life because of its appearance.
The morning glow has given a young man great literary charm. Once, Turgenev came across a wonderful article. After asking about it, he was just a nobody and had no good works. However, Turgenev never gave up. After finding the author's aunt, he said to her, "Your nephew is a wizard, and I believe he will make a great contribution to the literary world. Please continue to create. " Young people didn't expect that when they were down and out, in desperation, he wrote graffiti and was praised by great writers. From then on, he embarked on the road of creation and became a world-famous lev tolstoy.
There is morning glow and bright sunshine in the viewer's heart. Without Turgenev's appreciation and adult beauty, there would be no famous thinkers, some meaningful books and many loyal readers in the world. Taiwan Province writer Lin Qingxuan also had such an experience. Once, when he lamented the human world, he casually wrote: "Thieves, their thinking is so cautious and their hands and feet are so flexible. People like this can achieve something in anything in the world. Why are they going to the point of no return? " It was this sentence that inspired a young thief's confused mind and changed his past bad habits. Now he has become the owner of several chain stores in Taiwan Province Province, and his business is booming. Talking about his early entrepreneurial experience, he said excitedly, "everything I have is given to me by Teacher Lin."
Bacon said: "The viewer has morning glow, dew and flowers that bloom all year round;" Those indifferent people, frozen into the heart of the city, the sea dried up and the mountains were deserted. "Appreciation is a kind of pay, a kind of fragrance, a kind of communication and understanding, a kind of trust and blessing ...
People long for sunshine, but at the same time, it also gives many people the color and vitality of life. There is a sunrise in the viewer's heart, and the sunshine gives it vitality. Sunshine, the light of hope! Light of life! Let's create a blue sky of our own and play the strongest sound of life with sunshine.
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
According to the topic of "sunshine", the author of this paper can establish the concept that "the viewer must have sunshine in his heart to give people sunshine" from reading and set it as the center of the article. Take literary anecdotes and famous sayings in reading as appropriate arguments to prove the point of view of the article. The author talks about the past and the present, full of philosophy of life. Deep understanding, novel angle, avoiding the mode of general argumentative writing, easy and lively writing, starting with vivid description and ending with vivid discussion, taking care of nature from beginning to end, rich in literary talent.
At that time, I was a fish. At that time, I was a fish. I am a fish walking on the shore.
Walk on the shore
I am rebellious. I want to walk ashore.
I don't listen, I want to leave the place where my ancestors lived.
I want to go ashore. I want to walk with my fins and breathe with my cheeks.
I just want to walk ashore. I don't want to see my companions die on the river bank or float on the dark water.
Look, God is taking a nap. I jumped lightly and finally landed.
Me and rascal Cai
Rascal Cai once said: Even if the water in the Pacific Ocean is turned upside down, it can't pour out the flame of love for you.
I think that rogue Cai is wrong, all wet. Because the water in the Pacific Ocean is polluted. Even a small fish of mine will walk ashore, not to mention him, rascal Cai?
However, I am different from rascal Cai after all. He "goes online" and won't fall in; And I, "surfing the internet" can only fall into the microwave oven.
I sometimes think: people are really cute animals. They pollute the air and then put on masks.
Fortunately, I am just a fish, but the scales are slowly falling off.
Walk into the desert
Oh, my god I can't find Yang Wanli's Lotus Leaf. What should I do? I had to find Wang Wei's Lonely Smoke in the Desert. It is said that there are some real camel thorns in the desert. Maybe there will be clean and healthy water under the desert!
I think my destination is just ahead. A little fish's wish will come true soon. But I don't feel well. I must breathe slowly and carefully with my cheeks.
End of movement
I am a fish. If I die, please don't cry for me, because the last tear in the world will be a fish's tear.
I hope you can use my fishbone as a road sign to indicate the next fish to land. I hope I can turn my soul into a sad cry and tell people to protect the environment.
At that time, I was a fish, a fish walking on the shore, but now, I am going to die.
If there is an afterlife, I hope I am a fish, a fish living in the water of Ming Che.
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
If the word "alternative" is respected in the minds of middle school students now, it is a reflection of their love for innovation at this time. And the idea of this excellent article can definitely be regarded as the representative of "alternative". With the help of imagination and association, the author turned himself into a small fish looking for land life, and walked all the way from the shore to the desert at the expense of dying, looking for a suitable place to live. The result is so helpless and sad. Through this plot, we can see his heavy theme-the earth is seriously polluted and pure water can only be found in the desert.
The paragraphs of the article are cleverly conceived, the writing is humorous and pungent, and the coherence of the plot is emphasized. The title at the end of the article highlights the main idea of the whole article.
Xi 'an's helpless rabbit abandoned its advantages to make up for it, and replaced its good running with its shortcomings, which made people laugh. But aren't you? My Xi 'an
The majestic city wall is your eternal vicissitudes; The gurgling moat is your eyes, which are still bright after all kinds of hardships; The lush Mount Li is your hair as always. Gu Zhuo bronze tripod in Zhou Dynasty is your hard bone; The dazzling military forces of the Qin dynasty are your outstanding posture; The magnificent stone scriptures of the Tang Dynasty are your flashing thoughts.
Yes! These are your advantages, the cornerstone of your standing in the world, and the rolling wheel of your catching up with history.
However, you ignore the advantages in the eyes of the world. You desperately build tall buildings with cold cement and reflect white light that hurts people's eyes with glass fragments; The car flew by and people's hearts were noisy.
You want to be an international metropolis like new york, and you want to create a Mediterranean fantasy with nude sculptures like Athens. You also want to collect a romance with soft waves like Paris. ...
You decorate yourself with other people's things, but you are buried in the copy. ...
Look at it! In Xi 'an, my eyes are full of helplessness. In front of us are boxes of cement buildings, and occasionally there are two antique buildings, which look more like circus clowns pleasing the audience on the stage.
You are Xi 'an, the ancient capital of the 13th Dynasty! The glory of Qin and Han Dynasties and the prosperity of Tang Dynasty are your strengths, but you have lost the tradition and personality when you were a toddler.
Remember when you were? Gao Feng's national style makes you high-spirited; Fang's palace lantern shines brightly on you; Weiyang's songs and dances make you soft and gentle; The clear spring in Li Palace has washed away all your lead.
Your everlasting regret has blurred the eyes of the world; Your Taibai poems have washed away the chest of the world; Your sword is waving countless border concerns; Your wine makes me feel endless parting.
Strength and dignity belong to you, and beauty and charm belong to you.
Even if half a moon is by your side, it will have a thousand-year fragrance.
Xi' an, this is the real you, like the fragrance of a cup of tea, like the fragrance of an altar of wine, lasting forever.
Xi' an, I hope you can take off that ugly cement coat that doesn't belong to you and put on an antique but never out-of-date wide robe and sleeve that only you have!
This is the real you, Xi 'an!
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
This paper criticizes Ann's loss in the process of modern urbanization, such as her toddler in Handan, the loss of her own style, the dilution of cultural atmosphere and the reduction of historical precipitation, which is both Ann's loss and China's regret. Therefore, the author finally expressed the hope to raise the thinking of the article to a higher level.
He frowned, put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly step by step, coming to this end, turning back, going to that end and turning back. The wick incense burns slowly in front of the hall, and smoke fills the air. Outside the hall, the angel sent by Lv Hou dropped his hands and waited quietly.
Han Xin hesitated. The decisive and calm man on the battlefield hesitated. Lv Hou sent someone to invite him to a banquet to celebrate the victory of Hanwang. Vaguely, he felt a little danger, and with his years of battlefield experience, he felt it. raise and train
A white rabbit and a dead dog cook didn't expect this bad luck to come so early. So, Hanwang has decided to get rid of him? Although he was deprived of the royal power, he only kept the name of a general.
Sweat oozed from his palm; If you don't go, how will you tell Lv Hou? He looked up at the messenger and happened to meet his eyes. The emissary did not shy away, but said softly, "Premier Xiao will also attend."
This sentence, which was explained in advance, seemed to penetrate Han Xin's heart, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Prime Minister Xiao!" Yes, Premier Xiao ―― his close friend and mentor. Han Xin looked at the smoke and lost in thought. ...
People in the same town laughed and asked him to climb under their legs. Han Xin bent down slowly.
The floating mother brings him food every day, although she is too poor to make a living by washing clothes herself.
He slowly walked out of Liu Bang's tent and sighed at the bright moon, filled with confusion and pain. He walked aimlessly with the escaped soldiers. Behind him, a horseshoe sounded, and Xiao He's clear voice penetrated his heart like a cold moonlight: "Han Xin, you stay!" Then there is the moonlight, which is about the heart melody. That night, he smiled knowingly, as pure as a full moon.
"Yes, Prime Minister Xiao is my confidant for many years. Without him, there would be no me today. " Han Xin raised his eyebrows and sighed heavily, regaining his former look: "Let's go." The messenger gave an imperceptible mysterious smile.
Han Xin briskly jumped into the carriage that greeted him. The carriage rattled, raising the dust of the years and heading for Weiyang Palace. On that day, Han Xin didn't leave Weiyang Palace, and he never will.
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
This article is ingenious in conception, rigorous in structure and sophisticated in language. Let's talk about conception and structure first. This article is based on a well-known history. Due to the close relationship and deep affection between Han Xin and Xiao He, he finally failed to see through the "trap" set by Lv Hou and never returned, leaving eternal regret. It can be said that the buckle is very tight and natural. The old theme has a new meaning, natural and natural, showing the author's keen and unique vision. The rigor of the article structure is reflected in the subtleties. For example, at the beginning of the article, I directly wrote about my hesitation in inviting Han Xin from Lv Hou. The messenger's seemingly simple sentence "Premier Xiao will also attend" is actually a key stroke in the article. This sentence not only describes the treachery of Lv Hou and others, but also subtly transitions the article to Han Xin's recollection of the past, especially the deep friendship between Xiao He and himself. It was this memory that finally dispelled Han Xin's worries and made Han Xin go to Weiyang Palace and the point of no return. Let's talk about language. It is not too much to say that the language of this article is outdated. We also analyze it from subtle places. There are three descriptions of the "emissary" in the article: "The emissary stands with his hands down and waits." -The messenger is on hold. "He looked up and cast a glance at the angel, just meet the angel's eyes. The messenger did not shy away, but said softly,' Premier Xiao will also attend.' "-emissaries have been observing Han Xin. A word spoken "gently" has infinite weight and treachery. " The messenger gave an imperceptible mysterious smile. "-hint at the end. The above three descriptions are exquisite everywhere, and the language is concise and in place, which promotes the development of the plot and makes the article structured, which is really watertight. The fragrance in the article is also a stroke of genius. We seem to see Han Xin's hesitation in the smog, and we also seem to appreciate that Han Xin's heart is actually smoky. This close-up flash makes us feel that time has passed and the atmosphere is depressing and suffocating. It would be more wonderful and rigorous if the author could add the description of "vanishing, fragrant and dead" before and after Han Xin got into the carriage. That sentence at the end of the article is very subtle and memorable, so I won't go into details.
Listening to the singing of running water, the sky is crying, and the water drops on the ground are happily gathered together, so there is me-running water. Close your eyes and listen quietly. Do you hear the sound of running water singing? ...
I sang all the way across the plain. I don't envy the towering mountains, nor the quiet lakes and mountains, because I have a flowing life. I don't look up at the powerful wings of the eagle, nor lament the speed of the cheetah, because I know I am small, but I am not small. Look! Peach blossoms on the shore comb themselves with a smile in the clear water; Liu Yang, nourished by me, rolled up his sleeves and flew; The fish in my body are playing happily. Life is red because of me. On the endless plain, I sang loudly, watching the rolling clouds in the sky and watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court.
Faced with the obstacles of high mountains, I don't feel sad, nor do I complain about the injustice of fate. On the contrary, I smile and play a passionate movement, and there will always be ups and downs in life. Listen! It was Qu Yuan who sang loudly and wrote Li Sao, which is immortal. "Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines on history." Wen Tianxiang sang his unyielding spirit beside the long river of history; Li Bai abandoned fame and fortune, and his ambition of "breaking the waves and making and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea" was engraved in the long river of history. Those dangerous mountains can only block my way forward, but they can't stop my progress. I was not discouraged or disappointed. I won towards the distant all the way. ...
"The fallen petal is intentional, but the flowing water is ruthless", and the fallen petal whispers in my ear. I said, "Please follow my path, and you will understand that running water is not heartless, but takes you to a wider world. The meteor that crossed in the night sky was only a moment, but it passed through the fiery atmosphere, burned its own life, and gave it selflessly to the earth, so it built eternity. " Don't believe it, I smiled happily and continued to flow forward.
In the distance, I heard the choppy call of the sea. I sang loudly and said to the fallen flower, "Look! I took you to heaven. " I packed my bags and threw myself bravely into the arms of the sea. Falling flowers can't help but sigh: "A flowing water that sings because of life has merged into an ocean of life!
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
Listening to the singing of running water, we heard it; Life is bright red because of running water, small but not small; Despite the barrier of mountains, the running water still smiles and rises and falls, singing all the way; The water is flowing away, not heartless, just to find the paradise of life. The little author heard philosophy and truth from the sound of running water, and his opinions were wise and original. What is more commendable is the atmosphere conceived in this paper. Based on the careful observation of the spirit of flowing water, the little author wrote it with a pen, quoting classics, and it was logical. Articles are always filled with high-spirited enthusiasm and have a strong appeal.
Taking introspection on the road is water, watering the tree of success; Introspection is fire, lighting the lamp of hope; Introspection is a lamp that illuminates the road of life.
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The long road of life should be accompanied by reflection on the road, because that is my concern all my life.
In the vast sea of people, go on the road with reflection, because it is more precious than money.
Take a long way to learn and walk on the road with reflection, because it is more timely than honor.
I stopped in the long corridor of history and looked back at the past mileage. I am glad that I chose introspection. I smile because I am on the road to introspection.
Go on the road with reflection. Because of it, I found that people who love me are everywhere; Because of it, I understand the wrong past; Because of it, I understand how to write a brilliant life.
Go on the road with reflection. Because of it, I will always keep the true feelings of my friends; Because of it, I keep my teacher's teachings in mind; Because of it, I cherish the true love my parents gave me.
Go on the road with reflection. Because of it, I wrote the call of Mother Earth; Because of it, I know how to care for a grass and a flower.
Go on the road with reflection. Because of it, a new self gradually grows up; Because of it, my life is more colorful.
Go on the road with reflection. Because of it, there are rational thoughts, harmonious voices and sophisticated actions; Because of it, it is possible to turn past mistakes into future success, turn past success into greater success in the future, truly taste the golden autumn dew and enjoy the harvest joy given by the earth.
Go on the road with reflection. Because it makes people mature, profound and perfect; Because of it, half the people in the world will become great men.
because of it ...
On the road with introspection, you will find-
Reflection is like water, washing away the dirt of contradictions between people;
Reflection is like fire, burning the roots of hatred between people;
Introspection is like a lamp, which illuminates the road of human harmony.
With introspection on the road, I believe success is not far away!
Postscript: On the road with introspection, you can find another window left by God after closing the door.
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
This is a composition with skillful use of language and full of philosophy and wisdom. What flows between the lines is the thoughts and feelings of the younger generation. Reading such an article can give readers a lot of enlightenment. Expressing "introspection" in poetic language is the highlight of this paper. The article is a rare prose poem with exquisite wording, fluent language, harmonious phonology, neat sentence pattern, rich connotation and hearty dripping. The inscription and postscript are refreshing, complementary, finishing touch and thought-provoking.
There is a space on Dad's bike that can't be filled, which I gave up and Dad gave up. But that space is full, full of my love for my father and my father's deep fatherly love.
When I was a child, my father's bike carried me through the wind and rain. At that time, I was immature and my father was fat. Sitting in the back row, I always like to compete with my father for the space of cushion and back seat. I cried and shouted, and my father smiled foolishly, making sounds that seemed very difficult from time to time. In the end, I always win. I will always hold my head high and be as dignified as a general. Don't forget to "hold your ground" and hold the back end of the cushion belonging to your father with your hand. As we all know, dad's fat body occupies so little space.
Naive, I don't know if my father let me, and I always feel that my father is not as good as myself. So I go further, and my father sometimes even rides a bike standing up. ...
Later, my father became ill, so weak and thin! Standing by his bed, I suddenly seemed to understand something. Fragments of the past collided with my thoughts. I saw a fat father trying to give his little daughter more space behind the car.
Dad finally recovered. My once ignorant daughter got on his bike again. I saw his back, so thin. His body leaned forward habitually. Dad, are you still giving your daughter more space?
The evening breeze blew and wet my eyes. I really want to make room for dad. But he doesn't need it anymore-he's too thin. My idea, it's too late!
However, I still gently said to my father, "Dad, there is a big place in the back. Sit tight. " I saw my father smile. Perhaps at this moment, he understood that his daughter was making room for him with a heart that understood his father's love.
When I was a child, my father decorated my daughter's way to school with "Jean". Later, my daughter quietly read her father's love "Qin"; Now, my daughter and my father have given up the beautiful space on the bike with love. That space is destined to be filled forever. However, it is full of love that dad "released".
Dad, sit back a little ...
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
This is an emotional essay. The biggest highlight of the full text is its ingenious conception and unique angle, but the small interior space is a great emotional platform. The plot of the article is smooth and natural, the psychological feelings of the characters are delicate and true, and the language is simple and plain, but it is very infectious.
I am a dandelion. I have become a mother. My child has just been born, but it is about to leave me. I can't bear to let them fly around the world, but it's a fact and fate. I can only expect them to thrive in the days when they leave me.
So, I prayed that the sun would shine on the earth, wake up my sleeping children and tell them to find their own future and hope.
I stayed up all night just to wait for the sun to appear, but the night was really long and I waited anxiously. Gradually, the small forehead of the sun appeared on the opposite hillside. After a while, the sun's charitable eyes turned to us and every corner. However, at this time, my mood is complicated. I hope they can grow up independently and strongly under the touch of sunshine, but I can't let them go. ?
Fate has not changed. They, my children, left me in tears. I can only tell them that where there is sunshine, there is a mother. Mom is the sun. I don't know when, a few drops of crystal water appeared on my green leaves. They were my tears, accompanied by sunshine, hoping to bring a mother's blessing.
I am dandelion, a newborn baby. Just sticking out a little brain from my mother's arms, I realized the beauty of the world. How beautiful! I was ecstatic and jumped for a while. My mother told me not to shake, and I calmed down, but my excitement didn't stop.
I don't know why, but my mother seems very sad. I asked my mother what was going on. My mother said, son, you will leave me tomorrow! why ...
You should live and grow independently and become a beautiful dandelion. But don't worry, there is the sun around you, and where there is sunshine, there is a mother. Mom is the sun.
I didn't sleep all night, and neither did my mother. She has been praying for the sun to take good care of us. I also pray that solar energy can bless my mother and me and never separate.
Unfortunately, my wish didn't come true, so I left my mother. But I always remember my mother's words: where there is sunshine, there is a mother. Mom is the sun.
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
The author spoke of the beauty of sunshine through the mouths of Bo Gongying and his mother, and said what he wanted to say. It's really original and refreshing. This first caught the eye of the marking teacher in form. Looking closely at the full text, the structure is novel, the thinking is clear, the writing is closely related to the topic, and the language is concise, fresh and accurate.
Go home! There is a pen, ink and inkstone on the desk in Bao Dao, Taiwan Province Province. I wonder how to write the words "Taiwan Province Province, China" in small print. With weeds? Use running script? Use official script? Or with a big seal? The pen is flowing, and there is a faint ink fragrance in the air. The smell is so strong, delicious and lasting. The curve of the pen twists and turns, and finally it is drawn into a map of Taiwan Province Province in China, the shuttle of textile, and now it is the treasure island of Taiwan Province Province!
Open the beautiful treasure island-your history, I found that in the essence of your life-Alishan, how many vicissitudes have been recorded, and how tenacious you are! Alishan-with endless throbbing and jumping, shed endless feelings. Sun Moon Lake-the blood of the motherland is flowing, boiling, boiling, rushing, rushing, indestructible, and holding high. What confidence and pride! Because you and the mainland mountain are connected to the mountain, and the water is connected to the water. You and I are blood and water. ...
When the iron tellurium of the Dutch invaders trampled on our beautiful treasure island, China people with conscience had tears on their faces and blood in their hearts. For the sake of their sacred motherland, they groped in the dark and fought in humiliation. Zheng Chenggong-an immortal name is engraved in our hearts!
When the descendants of the Zheng family tried to split the beautiful treasure island from the motherland, the Qing government exercised sovereignty, and General Shi Lang complied with public opinion and recovered you!
Thousands of Chinese sons and daughters in Qian Qian fought for the beautiful treasure island when Japanese devils bloodbath it. 1945, it's your day to go home! We must always remember!
Hero long! Throughout the ages, elegies and earth-shattering stories are telling a simple and simple belief that you are the son of the motherland and you are in my heart forever!
"Taiwan Province Province is in my heart", a simple six words, tells the story that * * * sympathizes with the children in the Mainland Strait. How many times, I dreamed that I had gone home! Wanderer, your compatriots are expecting, and your mother is calling! Come back! Come back! My treasure island, Taiwan Province Province!
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
This is an article describing "Go home, Treasure Island, Taiwan Province Province". After reading your article, the teacher knows that you are a very patriotic child, and your love for the treasure island of Taiwan Province Province is revealed between the lines, with sincere feelings. The full-text language is fluent, natural and vivid, which is a good exercise.