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Hong from Taizhou Middle School, Zhejiang Province

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Read the following text and write as required.

In recent years, the word "most beautiful" has spread widely, such as "most beautiful mother", "most beautiful driver" and "most beautiful teacher". These "most beautiful" are entrusted with people's praise, pursuit and expectation of beautiful things. I believe there are "the most beautiful" things in your life, such as the most beautiful mood, the most beautiful moment, the most beautiful experience, the most beautiful memories and so on. These "most beautiful" will often move you, make you nostalgic and unforgettable.

Please write an article of no less than 800 words on the topic "The most beautiful thing in my life". You can tell stories about yourself or around you, express your true feelings and clarify your views.

Note that there are no restrictions on style except poetry. Don't copy, don't copy.

Writing skills

This is a narrative-oriented propositional composition. The meaning of the title is relatively simple, and the object is "beautiful things". It is not difficult to write from the aspects of "the most beautiful mood, the most beautiful moment, the most beautiful experience and the most beautiful memories". Of course, the examination of questions can also be completed by adding methods: the most beautiful sight, the most beautiful emotion, the most beautiful morality, the most beautiful atmosphere, the most beautiful leisure, the most beautiful clothes, the most beautiful food, the most beautiful sports ... In other words, there are several material banks for writing: nature, society, school, family and spiritual world. It's easier to start writing after careful combing, narrowing and finding a suitable corner.

From a practical point of view, in order to write this article well, you need to have three senses in addition to the consciousness of examining questions:

The first is to choose some consciousness. Many students began to write as soon as they saw the title, and as a result, everything was written in detail, with eyebrows and beards, blurred characters, many images walking in the street and lack of typical characteristics. So choosing a point is extremely important. This point can be several shots, several events and several fragments. These points can * * * construct the train of thought of the whole article and enrich the content of the article. Such as: my father's wet front for my schoolbag in rainy days, the lamp my mother lit for me in the corner after class at night self-study, and my grandmother's white hair dancing with the wind when she stood on tiptoe to say goodbye to me. ...

The second is the concept consciousness. Every time there are always some students, from primary school to high school, from spring to winter, telling a straightforward story, without transition or depth. The whole article is like a stagnant pool, which can't stir up any waves. This is typical without intention. As a short 800-word article, how to start, how to combine, how to transition and how to deepen, we must have a general plan before we start. Taking the title of this article as an example, we can use the methods of inhibition, comparison and misunderstanding, and with the help of the power of conception, make the article full of twists and turns and produce fascinating effects.

The third is the awareness of details. Few students can consciously use some details in their writing, which is due to the lack of correct understanding of the role of details. In fact, details are the soul of the article, which can be a description of the characters or the environment; You can use both stick figures and detailed drawings. Detail description has a unique and vivid effect on characterization. Using some details, we can turn ordinary into novelty, plain into delicacy, plain into sincerity, and then ignite the life of an article. For example, a classmate wrote when he left: When I left, my figure was a sail and your eyes were a river. Poetic language, picturesque scenes and unique details render the students' deep feelings and make the whole article shine.

Excellent exercise 1

The best thing in my life.

Jinwenzi

At dusk, the sky I saw was splashed with ink. Finally, a wild bird flew back to its nest with a bug in its mouth. Turn on the headlights, the wind blows, and the passing light and shadow are in a trance. Memories of the countryside are floating in my mind again. On such a cloudy day, through the cave, there is the most beautiful Wang Yang in my heart-my hometown.

The fields in my hometown are ancient nets, and the ridges are dense and orderly nets. Winding, layered, green stalks, lined up, reflecting the rice fields, across Shan Ye, picturesque. Beautiful ridge, gentle as mother's arms, embraces rice seedlings, wheat seedlings, golden rape flowers and the hope of the four seasons. Despite the erosion of wind and rain and the fatigue of years, it is just like the tenacity of a mother's arms. The body is like a weir, blocking the water. One day, fish, frogs, clouds, the sun, the moon and stars, colorful flowers and butterflies were dancing in the water.

When the spring is getting stronger, it is the time when rape blossoms are in full bloom. It's a color that pigment can't adjust, an aromatic wave that words can't express, and pieces of gold are running. The back pushes the front, and the front suddenly pushes the back. Noisy, crowded and crowded, the breath of youth is strongly emitted.

A rape flower cannot be gorgeous. They chased the team and gathered in the long canals and fields to form a color block. Occasionally, "the children ran after Huang Die and flew into the cauliflower, but there was nowhere to be found", which added a bit of interest and vitality. Big chunks, shining under the blue sky, feel the power of flowers and colors. The lonely Van Gogh certainly didn't find this power. This is the flower of the sun! Van Gogh's sunflowers are a little yellow. However, the city is driving away these "secular" species and only accepting powerless species such as roses, Chinese roses and peonies. Flowers in the country come and go with each season. Just like that woman in the country, she is silently beautiful, silently married, and even silently has a similar name. Rapeseed, a powerful species, belongs only to the countryside and the red soil.

If we are lucky in winter, it will snow a little. When I woke up, I suddenly found out who made a big cake and cooked it all night. The cream has been carefully placed where it should be. Until the dog wakes the child. The dog must have seen this almost absurd whole process. One way to wake up. Those who don't wake up are adults who are tired during the day and night. They always repeat something meaningful or meaningless. Sheila is close to the countryside, just like love under a new quilt. Under such a quilt, the village gradually plump up. Lanterns are like cherries, and the color of happiness is solidified into a little red.

Snow turns many things into soft or hard lines. Snow simplifies everything and makes it a fairy tale world.

In a trance, it is already late at night, and the memory of the countryside is like a movie screen, gradually spreading out. Finally, it penetrated my whole body and became the most beautiful mark in my life. ...

short review

The rural scenery described by the author is picturesque. The picture has clear composition, orderly levels and clear lines. It is a natural ink landscape.

The author thinks more rationally about the countryside: the city is driving away these "secular" species and only accepts powerless species such as roses, Chinese roses and peonies; Flowers in the country come and go with each season, just like women in the country. They are silently beautiful, silently married, and even their names are very common and similar ... This profound thinking is not only a description of the scene before them, but also a horizontal extension and contrast, and it is also full of social pursuits. Compared with some people, it is not inferior.

The author has a lingering affection for the countryside, and the language he chose is also unique, with obvious rural imprint. These nouns, or personification, or metaphor, or parallelism, or antithesis, are all arranged in order, patchwork, novel and unique, which people who are not familiar with the countryside can't do.

Excellent exercise 2

The best thing in my life.

Zhang sang

When the nest is empty and all kinds of small animals return to the nest, the rain seems to want to find a home, anxious and steady.

Every day after school, I pass by Ziyang Ancient Street. This season is the most poetic. Hold up an umbrella, bypass two stone piers, and set foot on the old green slate in Ziyang Street. Watching raindrops slowly flow into people's flowerpots along the umbrella ribs and the eaves of ancient houses.

Autumn rain came suddenly, and an autumn wind blew, bringing a rain. I sat in the corridor of the old road, quietly enjoying the sound of rain. I have never settled down to enjoy the autumn rain. I looked up to feel it. It is raining! It is autumn rain that makes people quiet, nostalgic and emotional! It was dark, but it was raining. It's quiet in the old house, but the rain is very attractive on the gray tiles.

The small town where I live is near the sea, and Ziyang Street is also a symbol of this small town. It has existed here for nearly a thousand years, experienced prosperity and chaos, listened to the sound of everything growing in the city, and touched the ups and downs endowed by nature ... When I looked up at the sky, I saw it tell me history, and God told me the value of life and the continuation of nature. Rain flowers fell on my face, making me feel lighter and more affectionate. I picked up my umbrella, continued on the road and turned into an alley. I only walked a dozen steps inside, and there was a Dahongmen. I have never been there, but I know that the personnel department here is hospitable and will definitely welcome me, so I joined. A large family lived in it, and two primary school students endorsed it under the eaves. I was embarrassed to disturb them, so I returned it.

I walked slowly under the dripping eaves with an umbrella and passed the famous drugstore-Fang Yiren. There are also gates and thresholds. Walking in is another taste. This place is no longer in business, but as a collection hall, it records Fang Yiren's development and business model in the past 100 years: there is a man weighing drugs at the counter, so I'll go and have a look. But the man didn't move. It turned out to be a wax figure. Walking to the second floor, the rain outside is still falling, smelling the elegant medicine fragrance, and I am leaning against the wooden windowsill, only one arm away from the eaves! Dai-colored eaves and medicinal incense are beautiful even when it rains. Scaly tiles, neat ripples, arranged very finely, soft and delicate under weak light. The dripping water hanging on the cornice, with a faint pattern, is light and sparse, just like the faint stars and moons. I went back downstairs and stood in Fang Yiren's yard and looked up. It seems that spotless tiles snuggle together gently in the misty water vapor, as if dreaming something.

I'm on my way again. There is a restaurant in front of me. Many people bumped into wine glasses. Opposite it, an old man is sitting on a bench, cocked his head and playing the erhu. The sound is not heavy, but it is long and fresh, flowing into the hearts of passers-by. The two domestic birds leaned their heads against the bamboo sticks in the cage. ...

At the end of the road, wisps of white fog rose, which became the most beautiful memory in my life. ...

The author quietly brushed away all the dust and entrusted the most beautiful memories of his life to the Millennium Old Street in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. He wrote about the tranquility of the old street in the rain, the eaves of the old street, the customs of the old street, the characters of the old street, and the old-fashioned pharmacies in the old street. Between the lines, there is naturally a distant breath and a different angle. Reading the author's words, we also seem to be holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing on a green slate, enjoying the unique architecture, listening to the children's reading in the alley, feeling the elegant fragrance of the pharmacy, and watching the birds dancing on the bamboo pole ... just like entering a foreign country and being baptized spiritually, there is a voice jumping in my heart. ...

Excellent exercise 3

The best thing in my life.

Timi Zhuo

Time is like a meat cleaver, carving life. The faces in memory are like lotus flowers, and beauty is always blowing in the wind. But even though time can fade away all the prosperity, the best things in my life are as perfect as ever.

I like to look through my family's photo albums. Before I was born, my family were keen on taking photos, including photos of my grandfather when he joined the army, photos of my aunt when she got married, and photos of my mother when she was young. My father said that my mother was beautiful when she was young, but I never believed it when I was a child. If my mother is really beautiful, how can I have my face? As I remember, before I was in the third grade, my mother had short hair, seldom wore bright clothes, and never went out with those three aunts and six grandmothers. One thing I still remember clearly is that my mother is very fierce, and even if I do something wrong, she won't stop nagging. That time, I did badly in the exam, and she even scolded me for a week.

From the old photos, aunt and mother look alike, but aunt is more beautiful than mother. Her hair is big chestnut waves, her nails shine, and she wears skirts in autumn, winter and summer. One more thing, my aunt is very gentle with me. No matter what I do, she won't criticize me.

At the moment, I rummaged through an iron box with some old photos in it. One of them is very old, and the photos are all with the oldest dark background. In the photo, mom and dad are standing hand in hand in front of the Leifeng Tower in the West Lake. Her hair was really long, straight and black at that time. She hung to her waist, her skin was naturally fair, and she wore the standard shoulder pads of that year, but what her father wore was fake. Grandma said that since I was pregnant, my mother has cut my hair short. Because I had to cook and I was afraid of poisoning, I didn't apply nail polish and touched those bottles and cans. In the past, the family was relatively poor, and she was rarely seen buying new clothes. If she wants to buy the same off-season bargains, I have a lot of clothes and toys, and I also had a drip for three days:

Look at her now. Although she has permed her hair, in a few months, white hair will come out again, and the wrinkles on her face can't be covered up even if no amount of skin care products are used. Did the years take away her beauty? No, I'd rather believe that I swallowed her beauty. She hasn't worked hard for me for a day since I was born.

In my eyes, I have been wondering if I picked it up, otherwise why is my mother always so fierce to me? I don't know what she did for me in the past.

Time has left an indelible mark on her, from a girl of 28 to a woman of 40 now, but in my heart, she will always be the age when she spent her honeymoon with her father in the West Lake. Time can change everything, but her love for me is getting deeper and deeper under the precipitation of time, and I am no longer the ignorant little girl at the beginning. Years are quiet, and you will always be the most beautiful in my life.

The author has made great efforts in the conception: taking photos as the carrier, opening the tunnel of time, connecting the past story with the present story, and highlighting the selfless love of mother for "I"; Through the method of repression, the writing from misunderstanding to eliminating misunderstanding highlights the tall image of mother; Take the change of cognition as a clue to gradually express the main idea of the article from far to near. In an 800-word essay, the author showed extraordinary thinking ability.

Excellent exercise 4

The best thing in my life.

Wu

Meeting you was the most beautiful accident in my life.

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As Chaplin, an English mime master, said, "Beauty is ubiquitous destruction and beauty, a sadness with a smile that we realize from nature and everything, and an incredible communication that poets feel-the expression of beauty can be a trash can in the sunshine or a rose in the gutter."

Yes, going home by bus at sunset, going for an outing in the wild in late spring and dreaming at the sky in winter are all beautiful things in my life, which are unparalleled. However, only meeting you is the most beautiful surprise in my life.

I'm afraid only you can stand my small temper, my irrationality and my unreasonable behavior. You said: once people step into society, they will find themselves frivolous, arrogant and arrogant. I pouted in disapproval. However, after so many years of frequent contact with others, I suddenly realized that not everyone can forgive you. Therefore, I am indignant: so what if I am misunderstood? Your image in the eyes of others has long been shaped by their idealism. Only you, silently behind me, silently supporting me with your hands, silently telling your story with your vicissitudes, can heal the wounds in my heart. Yan Yuan once praised Confucius: "The master is good and charming, and I am full of words and courtesy, and I can't stop." Why don't you teach me the truth of being a man and know that I am steady and calm, no matter whether I return or pay.

A poem "Father" by Chopsticks Brothers tells me: "I always ask you for it, but I never say thank you ... Every time I leave, I always pretend to be relaxed, say with a smile, turn around, and wet my eyes ... Time passes slowly, so I won't let you get old again. I would like to switch you over for a long time." Yes, father, whenever I think of you, I have a heartfelt impulse to cry. Every father will send umbrellas in rainy days and shade in sunny days, but is that all you have done for me? No, when I fail, I think of your support. You said it was enough to compare with yourself. Why care about others? I thought of your encouragement when I succeeded, and you said I was your pride; I think of everything you have done for me. Thank you, my father!

I love him, please don't hurt him, I am willing to trade me for the best thing in my life. It is said that her daughter is her father's lover in his last life, and it is her turn to love him in this life. Then, please let me say from the bottom of my heart: thank you for coming all the way, my father!

The author puts his gratitude to his father in a thoughtful context: the famous words of the mime master Chaplin, Yan Yuan's praise of Confucius, the singing of the chopsticks brothers, the philosophical significance of the inscription and the ending. The quotation and application of sentences ... this expression makes the article blend rationality and sensibility, transcends the simple description of events, and makes the article both reasonable and enlightening.