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2007 Jiangsu College Entrance Examination Full Score Essay: Missing the Sky (1)

Source : Guanhua Composition Network

Missing the Sky (1)

The wild geese flying south in a hurry have taken away whose thoughts they have taken away. The sky is still very blue. I don’t know whether it is people’s love that lights up the sky, or the sky that lights up the love in people’s hearts.

A person’s sky

In this ancient eastern land, there lives a singer. He built a stage with his love, and used the proceeds from this stage to Those children who are out of school hold up a sky. Cong Fei, the man who was fighting cancer, donated everything he had, but never thought of treating his incurable disease. Cong Fei flew away, taking his love for out-of-school children with him, and flew towards his blue sky. Someone said: "What Cong Fei did cannot fill every child's eyes with bright sunshine." However, it was the sky that Cong Fei sang with his own singing that stung our eyes. , gradually opening the door to charity. This is the sky of love.

The sky for three people

Can you imagine the consequences of a person falling from a cliff? To perish or to survive? The cable car accident a few years ago is still vivid in people's minds. When a cable car with a family of three enjoying family fun fell from the cable car, four hands simultaneously held up a small body and a fragile young life. However, this The owner of both hands passed away without looking back! This is a sky made of blood and flesh that parents hold up for their children! Someone once said: "The day after the accident, the sky seemed extremely quiet. It made people feel homesick." Yes, when parents protect their children with their own hands, a sea of The sky, where the wind and rain can never be seen, spreads out over the children's heads. This is also the sky of love.

The Sky of a Group of People

Why is the charity index of this ancient country always like a child who doesn’t want to grow up? Why do people always pay attention to welfare undertakings on "little pieces of paper" filled with hopes of winning the lottery? Why do people always like to ask about the assets of rich people, but don't care about their donations to charity? However, the caring group that emerged in Qingdao is working hard to improve all this. "Mote", this loving group has witnessed different faces, but they all have the same name - Mote! People have long stopped investigating who "Mochen" is and how much money he has donated. Because everyone who knows this group has become a member of the "mote dust"! "Motes of dust" can't be found but can be found everywhere. You think you are small but you achieve greatness! It represents the conscience of a city! Look, the sky of charity in the distance has turned white. This is the sky of love.

The love of one person is small, but what about two people, three people or even a group of people? When people's love gathers together, the sky is lit up by people's love. At the same time, the sky lit up by love guides all living beings to ignite love in more people's hearts.

Remembering the Sky (2)

During the wheat harvest season, the sky looks very clear. Over the golden wheat fields, a few white clouds occasionally swam leisurely. [The scene is written concisely, with a sudden brilliance! ]

During the wheat harvest season, the scorching sun is often in the sky at noon. Our hard-working parents had to work under the scorching sun. [Start by clicking "Scorching Sun" twice, good repetition! ] Because as farmers, this is their obligation. [How honest to say! ]

I am a child of a peasant family. I understand that our parents in the countryside have to rely on the fields to support our education. They work hard for their children without any complaints. At home, I often hear them say: "As long as the children are well taken care of, no matter how hard or tired they are, we are willing to..." [Poor for the hearts of farm parents! "Do well" is a wonderful and expressive word. ]

Farmers, let’s study hard! Go all out! Our beloved parents worked hard to harvest wheat in the wheat fields under the scorching sun so that we could live a good life. Have you ever experienced that feeling? [A "slogan" is shouted here, but it sounds very pleasing to the ear. The first two stanzas both say "us" and "them", please savor it. ]

I realized this two days before I was about to go to the college entrance examination room. Hot and tired. At that time, my only hope was to finish cutting the wheat quickly, take a shower at home, and then sleep in bed for five or six hours.

On the morning of June 5th, my dad got up very early. Got up around four o'clock. When he came down to the field, he told me: "You should sleep a little longer! Get up at six o'clock to cook, then wash clothes, and go to the field to deliver food to me at eight o'clock." [These are all simple words of a farmer's father, affectionate and And real! How many parents let their children work two days before the college entrance examination? ]

After I woke up, I picked up my watch and looked at it: 5:50. Maybe I'm used to getting up early in school. I quickly put on my clothes. I soaked the clothes in an iron basin. Then I went into the kitchen to cook.

I cooked the food and washed the clothes. Then he put the soup into the rice bowl, took 5 steamed buns, and put them all into the basket. I ate quickly. I didn’t even rinse the bowl, so I rode my bike to the fields.

When I got to the field, my father had already cut seven or eight ridges. There were beads of sweat on his face and his clothes were soaked.

He said: "Come here, have you eaten? I will cut off this ridge and then eat..." [Bai Ma. My father’s words are “thick” in their plainness! ]

In about four or five minutes, he was completely cut off. He took out a rice bowl and steamed buns from the basket, and said while eating: "Son, your dad is incompetent. Have a good rest when he gets to the county town tomorrow! Take the exam the day after tomorrow, don't be nervous..." [This is the father who is a farmer. In the field, under the scorching sun, a "pre-examination warning" is given to children who will take the college entrance examination "the day after tomorrow"! The sky and the earth are listening...]

I cut wheat for more than five hours under the scorching sun. [As expected of a farmer’s child! There is no irritability before exams, no "nutrition", no "comfort" from parents' tricks, just true "labor"! ] When I got home, I didn't eat. I took a shower and went to bed. [Echoing the previous article, I was so tired that I was paralyzed! ]

Now, I am doing questions in the examination room. It's cool inside. [The word "cool" is extremely important and heavy! ] When the exam is over, I have to stand under the scorching sun for two hours to feel the feeling of the scorching sun in the sky. [This is a big "highlight", the whole text is brilliant, everything is alive. "Nostalgia" has come out, "Heaven" has come out, farmers who are "bigger" than the sky have come out, and fathers who are "closer" than the sky have come out. Everything is left unsaid...]

Remembering the sky ③ (3)

What is cut into a square blue grid by the thin window lattice is the sky. What is divided into small shining and distant fragments by short eyelashes and long green branches is the sky.

The sky is projected in the blue waves of the water, so Thoreau sat on the shore of Walden Pond, fishing in the water to see the endless stars in the night sky. The sky is projected in people's bright eyes, so Qu Yuan of Chu looked up at the sky and recited the strange and strange "Heavenly Questions". The sky of philosophers gave birth to their souls. As a result, they have feelings and minds as broad as the sky.

The morning stars are the eyes of the sky, and the cheeks of the sky are covered with countless eyes, large and small. The sun is a blazing eye, which prevents us from looking directly into its flaming golden light, just like people's yearning and awe for the hot and powerful. The moon is a gentle eye, whether it is cloudy or sunny, it quietly looks at people from ancient times to the present. "This moon once illuminated the ancients." In the quietly flowing pale yellow light, people gained a moment of peace and gentleness. As for the countless stars, they are like the scene presented in the compound eyes of insects. "The Little Prince" writes that the stars we see with the naked eye may have exploded and died hundreds of millions of years ago. It is the most mysterious accident that their light reaches my pupils at this moment.

The clouds are the pink makeup of the sky. The morning clouds were dyed a fresh pink, like the cheeks of a newborn baby, with soft blood. The clouds at dusk are plated with golden orange, like rust stains, shining with the glory of the lonely years. There is an idiom called "White Clouds and Dogs", and a movie "White Clouds and Dogs" is played in the sky every day. The audience includes immature children and elderly people. They may find childhood memories from the unpredictable clouds. Taste the sweet marshmallows or discover the kingdom of clouds in fairy tales.

Meng Haoran's poem said: "The clouds are light and the river is pale, and the raindrops are sparse on the sycamore trees." The pink makeup in the sky melted, and the crystal rain fell. We cannot kiss the distant sky, but we can kiss the tears in the sky - rain. The bits and pieces of rain bring sadness to the poet Li Qingzhao, and sadness to He Zhu: Plum Yellow Shiyu. Our hard but cracked hearts are moistened by the rain, and then a new green grows from the dry land of the soul, and a white flower blooms from the dust of the soul. This delicate plant has absorbed the tears from the sky, swaying and growing in the wind, getting closer to the sky, and then getting closer...

With the projection on the sundial, we can know that the sky is moving towards eternity. . How big is the universe and how wide is the galaxy? It doesn't matter now.

Have we ever seen the sky clearly? It's just in thoughts, dreaming of eternity.

Thinking about the sky (4)

The location of my exam is on the fifth floor. Through the half-open window, I can see the sky, the blue and lonely sky.

I still remember the sky when I was a child. A group of children were playing hide and seek in the reeds. I hid for a long time and no one found me. So, I lay down in the embrace of the reeds and looked up at the endless sky. Suddenly, a lonely and joyful "ah-ah-" sound came from the empty sky. Then, a huge formation of wild geese appeared on the blue drawing board. Dozens of wild geese flew southward in a "human" shape, and a peerless dance suddenly took place in the vast sky. Then, a "雁字", then a "雁字". I stayed there, unable to move, until night fell and my mother's call sounded from the end of the reed marsh.

When I was young, I didn’t know that there was a kind of national and cultural sadness here. Later, I read "The Array of Wild Geese Are Frightened by the Cold" in an ancient masterpiece, and I immediately felt a profound sense of poetry. So, I looked up at the sky again and again, trying to find the shadow of the wild geese. However, I am lost, there are fewer and fewer of them, and famous articles like "The Wild Geese are Frightened" are rarely published...

Who stole the shadow of "The Wild Geese"?

Who is it that has barren the sky of culture and killed my poetic sorrow?

Every time I show such sadness, I get laughed at. They thought I was being pretentious.

These friends are often keen on the beauties being hyped on the Internet, as well as the funny animations posted! They will never understand that once the natural sky and cultural sky are lonely, people's hearts will also be lonely.

Indeed, I am out of date with today's fast food culture. I don’t watch martial arts fantasy, I don’t listen to Jay Chou or rock music, I don’t fall in love with the feasting and revelry on the beach, I only love the stone roads in Lijiang and the awning boats in Zhouzhuang, I only love the cultural "Flying Array" in the hearts of the Chinese people...

You can sneer at me, but you know, when I heard Yi Nengjing's "Niannujiao", I felt completely sad in my heart? The melody is cheap and aside, and the phrase "lun lún" is like a sharp knife piercing my eardrums! I quickly escaped, plugged in my headphones, and continued to listen to my "Er Spring Reflects the Moon" and my "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night".

I do not reject modern civilization. My home also has all kinds of household appliances. I also watch movies that are extremely hyped. However, in the cracks of modern commercial civilization, can't some new sprouts of eternal national culture sprout?

How much I want to find those missing emotions and lost culture and plant their seeds into people’s hearts!

My dear lonely sky, how can I help you find the shadow of the "Flying Geese"?

A few days ago, I returned to my hometown with my seven-year-old brother. Walking by the river where I played as a child, I felt melancholy again. Suddenly a lonely "ah-ah-" sound came from the sky. I was overjoyed, but when I looked up I saw two wild geese flying by alone.

My younger brother shook my hand and asked, "Brother, what kind of bird is that?"

I sniffed and said, "Brother, I don't know." I didn't want to tell him. That's a wild goose, because real wild geese don't look like this. They should have been in groups of thirty or fifty, sometimes arranging into the character "one", and now arranging into the character "people", singing the song of the strong wind, and flying happily to the south.

I could only stay there for a long time, thinking about the once noisy sky.

Thinking of the Sky (5)

I often hear people say that this is not good for migrant workers, and that is not good, as if low quality has become synonymous with migrant workers. The power of "three people become a tiger" is terrifying. I don’t know since when, the discrimination against migrant workers has become a “theorem” in my mind. However, one thing completely destroyed this "theorem".

It was a Monday morning. As usual, we are going to participate in the flag-raising "formality". It is called a "form" because many middle school students are no longer willing to sing the national anthem at this time, or even cannot sing it. The "form" is still carried out according to the steps, except that there are a few more noises of excavators outside the campus today. I don't know whether our lethargy "infected" the speaker, or whether the sound of digging was too noisy, but the speaker was so weak. "Turn right 45 degrees." The host roared feebly. The team also dispersed like the wind passing through the statues made of sand - all of a sudden. We moved a few lazy steps, and the team twisted like a snake.

"The national flag raising ceremony will proceed below." the host said. The loudspeaker suddenly became quiet, but the noise of the excavator became louder. "Damn migrant workers!" I couldn't help complaining, "Can't people's ears be cleaner? They don't even have this kind of morality, no wonder they are discriminated against!"

"The flag is hoisted and the national anthem is played below." Suddenly, the noise of the excavator disappeared. I saw the migrant workers stopped what they were doing and stood upright, staring at the national flag intently.

A tall migrant worker somehow caught my eye. Probably because he didn't have time to find a relatively flat place, his feet actually stood on the uneven ground. One foot was dangling in the air, but he did not waver at all. He only held onto the ground with one foot. You can imagine the effort involved. "Hard work" was written all over his face, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. Facing this tall man as green as a pine tree, I was shocked.

If the scene just now was a shock to me, then the next scene was a cleansing of my soul. As the national anthem played, the campus was still silent, but outside the campus, the loud national anthem of migrant workers rang out. Along with these pure national anthems, the dirt in my soul faded away layer by layer. It was like hearing the bell in the clear night, and like being hit in the head. My classmates and I straightened our bodies and sang the national anthem...

Everyone has a sky above his head. Migrant workers have not lost their sky because of certain discrimination in society. With their patriotic enthusiasm, they held up their own sky, which was clear, vast and far-reaching!

Remembering the Sky (6)

The recording of the first program of CCTV No. 1 Performing Arts Hall has begun...

Cui Yongyuan (hereinafter referred to as Cui): Dear audience friends , welcome to the new episode of "Tell the Truth".

Today, I invite our two old friends, Ms. Baiyun and Mr. Kurotsuchi, to give you a warm welcome!

Bai Yun and Heitu enter the scene...

Cui: Uncle and aunt, welcome to our show again!

Bai: Xiao Cui, don’t be polite, we are all old friends!

Hei: Yes, Xiao Cui, we have to thank you. As soon as the last show ended, we became very popular. We even went to the Spring Festival Gala, and some people asked me to sign autographs!

Cui: That uncle and aunt, let’s not be polite. Let’s start today’s topic! Today our theme is "Reminiscing about the Sky"...

Bai: What's there to say about the sky? It's just blue, and there are birds flying.

Hei: Wrong! (Take out a small notebook and stand up) The mighty spring breeze blows across the earth, the sky becomes dark, and the air is extremely polluted. We need to control it as soon as possible.

Cui: Well...someone will take care of the pollution problem. The sky we are talking about today is not that sky...

Bai: What if it wasn't the universe?

Cui: It's not the universe, it's the sky in people's hearts, the sky in people's reverie...

Hei: That's the ideal!

Cui: That’s pretty much what it means, so uncle, please tell me first!

Hei:...(Silence)

White: (Looking at Kurotsuchi) Let me start by saying that when I was a little girl, I didn’t have much ambition, I just wanted to Marrying a rich man, but now I know this idea is wrong. Only then did I realize how boring and joyless life was at that time! Probably because I have no pursuit, my sky may have been seriously polluted... Fortunately, there was black soil later...

Hei: (holding Baiyun's hand) At that time, I was a scholar, full of ambition. He has great ambitions to repay the country, but the times are confusing! I was criticized as a right-leaning element and sent to the countryside for reform...

Cui: That was when I met my uncle and aunt, right? Uncle, don't be sad. Aren't you and aunt living well now?

Hei: That all depends on her! (A light shines in his eyes) At that time, I felt that my sky was dark and everything I did was meaningless. Later, it was all thanks to her accompanying me and teaching me...

Bai: At that time, I felt that he was quite talented, but there was no use for him. He was like a deflated rubber ball... < /p>

Hei: Ever since I listened to her words, I mustered up the courage and started working hard. I feel like my sky is clearing up again!

Bai: His spirit also influenced me. It was he who controlled the pollution in my sky!

Cui: The story of the uncle and aunt is very touching. It also tells us that no matter what time, we must face life seriously. Our sky is always blue and "vast"! Don't give up on your dreams, as high as the sky is, so is your heart! We can soar in our own sky, write "harmony" and "science" in the sky! Now, please, uncle and aunt, please summarize it in one sentence!

Bai: Come on, kids! Add color to your morning sky!

Hei: Uh... I can also reimburse you for the train tickets for this trip!

Cui:...

The applause rang out and the program ended...

Reminiscing about the sky (7)

——A pig's Thinking

I am a pig.

At this time, a picture will definitely appear in your mind: a group of dirty pigs are fighting for food in a smelly pigsty.

Wrong! This is just the image of ordinary pigs. I admit that the image of most of us pig brothers and pig brothers is not very good, but there are some exceptions. That exception is me, a pig who can think, a pig with a high IQ. So next time when you scold someone for being a pig, please pay attention because there are smart people among pigs, like me.

Recently, I became interested in human life, so I tried my best to go to Lao Wang (our guard) to watch TV. At first, Lao Wang was very reluctant and said, "You are a pig, what do you know?" But later, when he saw that I was watching with great interest, he finally stopped interfering.

The last time I saw the life of migrant workers, my goodness! It's dirty, messy and smelly. It's simply not a place for people to live. I wouldn't live there even if I were asked to go. Look at the houses of rich people, my mother! That's not where humans live. It's where gods live. It's magnificent and has everything you need. This is not a heaven and an underground, but a heaven and a hell. Really, I'm not a pig to lie to you. Thinking about the meals we have eaten these days, some are from hotels and some are from migrant workers. The food in the hotel reminds me of "a pig must have all the fun it can get"; and the remaining food of the migrant workers is like "it lasts forever, but it will eventually end, and this hatred will last forever"! Because there were pebbles in the rice of the migrant workers, which broke two of my pig teeth, which made me very sad.

Looking up at the sky, my heart jumped up, and I couldn't help but touch the big, primitive question in my heart: Why are the gaps between people so big? Some people are worried because their home is too small and have no place to sleep; some people are worried because their home is too big and they don’t know which room to sleep in; some people are worried because their income is too small and there are too many places to spend money; People have too much money and worry about where to put it safely; some people are tired of eating big fish and meat, have tasted all kinds of delicacies, and want some green food; some people eat green food all day long and want some "red" food (meat). ); Some people are tired of driving private cars and want to ride a bicycle to experience life. Some people are tired of riding bicycles and want to buy a private car to enjoy life but are short of money... Thinking of these, my pig brain started to get messed up. I can't help but look up to the sky and howl: God, can you tell me why? There was a loud thunder in the sky, and I was so scared that I immediately closed my mouth. It seems that God is also worried about this.

Think about us pigs. We have food to eat together and a house to sleep with. There is unevenness everywhere. Without pigs, we are not full and warm. All pigs are the same. However, it is too monotonous for everyone to be the same. People are still good. Competition is only when it is unfair, and only when competition is fun. Well, it’s better to be reincarnated as a human being in your next life!

The problems accumulated over the past few days have been solved, and I feel much relieved. I sang all the way to the pigsty, lay down and fell asleep.