Lu Xun's Fan Ainong also adopted this technique. The author was in Japan with Fan Ainong on 1960. After the revolutionary Xu Xilin was arrested and executed for assassinating the Anhui Governor, the news spread to Japan, and the international students were greatly indignant. At that time, they scolded the Qing dynasty, and some people advocated sending a telegram. However, Fan Ainong said, "If the murderer is killed, the deceased is dead. Why did you send a fart telegram? " Xu Xilin, a teacher in Fan Ainong, made such heartless remarks, so the author said, "I am very angry. I don't think he is human at all. My husband was killed, and I didn't even dare to send a telegram ... From then on, I always thought this Fan Ainong was weird and hateful. The hateful people in the world thought they were Manchu at first, but later they realized that they were still the second; The first one is Fan Ainong. China is not revolutionary, and if it wants to be revolutionary, it must first remove Fan Ainong. " At the beginning of the article, Fan Ainong left a very hateful impression on readers, which was an effort to "suppress". However, when describing their future contacts, Fan Ainong was originally an upright and ambitious person who hated evil. The "suppression" in the last article contrasts with the "yang" in the next article.
This writing technique should be natural and reasonable, and must not be forced to be blunt.
Where did uncle come back from?
A few days ago, my father received a letter from his uncle who was far away from home, saying that he was going back to his hometown to visit relatives.
I don't want to mention how happy I am. I've been thinking about what gift my uncle will bring me when he comes back all day.
I remember the year before last, my distant uncle came back from Singapore and gave me an advanced snowsuit when he left. I wore it, and everyone noticed. Some students asked me where I came from. how much is it? I always smile mysteriously: I can't get on the mainland. I think my uncle will bring me a better present when he comes back this time. Well, somehow, I always see my imaginary uncle. Tall, shiny hair, straight suit, black shoes, and maybe a big suitcase. ...
One day, when I came home from school, I saw many people around my door. I figured my uncle must have come back, so I rushed to the door, separated people and squeezed into the house. I saw an old man sitting next to my grandmother, about sixty years old, with a wrinkled black face, gray temples and a simple Chinese tunic suit. Look at that. He is older than my grandfather. I was shocked, this is not the graceful uncle I imagined!
Grandma said first, "This is my grandson Qiong." Uncle stretched out a rough and warm hand, pulled me over, stroked my head and said, "It's much bigger than what you see in the photo." I told him to say whatever he wanted, but he didn't answer. Uncle was silent for a while, as if remembering something. He stood up, grabbed the travel bag around him, took out the candy from it and said to his relatives and friends around him, "Thank you for coming to see me. Please sit down. Please sit down. " Say, distribute the candy to everyone. After a while, the villagers left one after another, leaving only our family in the house. I took advantage of this gap and glanced around. I didn't see big boxes and small boxes, only my travel bag was lying quietly. I'm starting to get disappointed.
In the next few days, my uncle always goes out, sometimes accompanied by his father, and often comes home late at night. Sometimes I see him talking and laughing with my grandfather and my father, but I'm not interested in listening. I care about gifts very much, and my uncle never mentioned such a thing, so I can't help complaining again. I thought to myself, my uncle is really a unique "Ke Fan". My neighbor's relatives always come back from overseas with enviable gifts, but he is so stingy! Students sometimes ask what my uncle brought me. I was speechless, and my face was hot to my ears. Relatives sent pig legs and red eggs to uncle to "take off his sandals" according to local customs, but he asked grandma to return them one by one, and he didn't return them like other fans, causing them to criticize behind his back.
More than ten days have passed; My uncle is leaving, and I am completely disappointed. I reluctantly followed my father to the station to see me off. At the station, my uncle said to his father over and over again, "After I leave, you should buy the equipment quickly and write to me in time if there is anything." As for that primary school, we should add more audio-visual AIDS and sports equipment. "I heard that, I suddenly froze, and my uncle's image suddenly stood up in front of my eyes. On the way home, my father told me that my uncle brought back a sum of money this time and wanted to set up two processing factories in the village, and also wanted to fund a primary school. He feels that other guests have done a lot for his hometown, and he often feels guilty.
Ah, uncle, you brought me the best gift for the villagers.
I turned to look at my uncle again, but the car had disappeared at the end of the road. Uncle, I am waiting for you to go back to your hometown.
The story of amad
Grandma is not an earth-shattering big shot He was just a neighbor in town when I was a child.
Our town is not big, but it really looks like a town. Most of it belongs to the Liu family. My home is opposite to Ma's.
The horse is not handsome, even a little ugly, pockmarked and lame. We children don't like him very much.
I remember that the persimmons in the garden were ripe at that time. Some friends and I sneaked into the persimmon forest to steal persimmons and were caught by the horse. "Well, little girl, stealing persimmons again. Go and see your father! " Can't help but drag me away. I was stubborn and did not leave. Some of my friends put their arms around his waist and some hit him on the head with persimmons. I struggled to run out. Running and thinking about horses, don't mention how happy you are. Needless to say, he was later severely beaten by his father, so he hated his aunt.
There is a small river next to our town. It is said that it is not small. Every time I go to school and go to town, I have to go around a big circle. I don't know where the horse got a small wooden boat to ferry us and took us across the river for free without any money. Adults say Ma Jide. However, it didn't take long for the horse to charge, and adults and children had to pay 30 cents by boat. After another month, it actually rose to one yuan. The adults were very angry, saying that Matthew was wicked and stripped his own things. The horse didn't say anything, just ferrying back and forth to collect money, and his face often showed excitement. Gradually, people found that the horse lost weight and the strength of rowing was not as great as before, so people complained that the horse even gave up his life to make money. Finally, there was a big noise and the horse fell ill. I heard it's cancer, and I won't live long. At this time, a stone bridge began to be built on the river. The horse's illness is getting worse every day, and the small stone bridge is completed faster every day.
The horse finally died, on the day when the small stone bridge was built. After a burst of firecrackers, the mayor spoke. He didn't say much. Later, he said, "This small stone bridge belongs to Matthew. He saved the corner of the ferry. Ma knew he had cancer for a long time, but he never said anything. When Amar died, she still remembered the people in the town. He hoped that the people in the town would forgive him. Ama's ferry fare is so expensive, it is all in our town! " The mayor cried as he spoke, and many adults in the town began to sob. Even we children feel our eyes moist. Alas, Ma, we misunderstood him!
Later, I don't know which craftsman carved a bust of grandma on the small stone bridge, so that grandma could watch the children in the town go to school happily every day, and the adults went to town to do business happily.
Listen to the report.
On the bulletin board, there is a piece of blue paper that says in bold letters: Dr. Huang Yan, a graduate student studying in Britain, will give a lecture. Venue: Restaurant; Time: 3: 30 pm on September 20th.
"What's the long story? I am determined to be a talented person. I want to be a good student. It's not the same old story! " I muttered in my heart, conveniently took this book "Heart with Qian Qian Knot" and walked into the meeting.
"It is better to read Qiong Yao's book than to listen to his boasting and shake his prestige." I think.
The report began, and Yan Huang stood upright on the platform in a suit and tie.
"Students, I am not a great man ..." Unnecessary modesty.
"I'm the first doctoral student in China to win a scholarship from Cambridge University in England ..."-a lot of tone.
"I just want to say something you haven't heard." -Don't stick to the rules.
"Please give me 40 minutes." -It's refreshing.
"If you want to make a difference, you must have as wide a knowledge as possible …"-I agree.
"Science and liberal arts are interlinked, and students who are good at mathematics and physics must never despise Chinese ..." —— Yes, those who study science should be gifted.
"I am arrogant, but pride is not necessarily wrong ..."-It seems strange, but I agree that people should be a little proud.
"When I was in my alma mater, it was difficult for teachers to agree that I was a good student …" Oh, it turned out to be a "similar item" with me!
"Pa"-the book in my hand fell to the ground, and my eyes stung him straight for fear of missing everything he said in my ear. The meeting was surprisingly quiet. The hearts of hundreds of listeners seem to be attracted and melted by his heart.
This is the most vivid report I have ever heard!
Mother's love
Author: Zou, instructor of Wujiagang Primary School in Yichang Source: Network (Composition Network)
Is maternal love just delicious and fun love for us? No, at least not for me. Motherly love is varied. One thing before, I don't understand the meaning of this sentence.
When I was very young, I accidentally fell down in kindergarten and lost a lot of blood. I went home and cried to my mother. I thought my mom would say, "Oh, what's going on?" Come on, mom will show you and take your medicine. "But unexpectedly, my mother said something that I will never forget:" What's the matter? Oh, nothing. It's just a minor injury. What are you afraid of? Just put some medicine on it. "I was surprised and sad after listening to it. My mother certainly doesn't like me. That's what I was thinking.
When I was sleeping at night, I was crying alone when I suddenly heard the voice from my mother's bedroom. I quickly held my breath and only heard my father say, "Don't comfort me if the child is injured." I thought to myself, Dad is right! I heard my mother say, "You know what? The child will grow up soon. She can't rely on us anymore. Sooner or later, she will live alone. What should I do if she is injured? " I suddenly understood that my mother loves me. She did it for my own good! I cried again, but this time my tears were not grievances, but gratitude!
Because of my mother's words, I never bow in the face of difficulties: I didn't do well in the math exam, so I should review at home and try to do well in the next exam ... I also know that people are destined to live all their lives and can't rely on their parents. So, now there is a little thing, I will solve it myself and solve it to the best!
Is maternal love just delicious and fun love for us? No, at least not for me. Mother's love is diverse, selfless and great!
In this paper, I want to write about my mother's real maternal love, but it is typical to write that my mother doesn't love me first and then my mother's good intentions. The reason for choosing primary school students' compositions is to avoid direct plagiarism. Of course you wouldn't do that. On this basis, it can be rewritten or expanded, and junior high school students are better than primary school students. I hope you can understand.
"An unusual exam" At five or six o'clock in the winter evening, the sun is about to set, and we are sitting in the classroom, waiting for self-study in the evening. With clear footsteps, the Chinese teacher came into the classroom.
"Self-study tonight, we have an exam."
Before the words were finished, the sighs in the classroom flew all over the sky. Naughty F Jun said: "Yesterday, today, tomorrow. But when will you be happy? Start writing: enjoy the exam. " Just fell, the classroom burst into laughter.
The Chinese teacher was not angry, but just smiled and said, "Jun F, your speech is good! Ancient prose without white back. I didn't explain it clearly just now We don't record results in today's exam, just want to give full play to your potential ability. Now answer me: what do you think of when you look at the sunset outside the window? "
"Think of that old man." A jun answers first.
"Thinking is deep and unclear, such as thinking."
"Is there anything else?" The teacher asked.
"If you think about tomorrow, the sun will rise tomorrow. It is no longer a sunset, it will become a sunrise. " F jun said without thinking.
"Very good!" The Chinese teacher praised it. The students gave warm applause to F Jun's wonderful answer. Just after the first question, the teacher asked the second question: "What should the sunrise be like?"
"vigorous and energetic."
"Full of confidence and vitality."
This time, everyone stood up and said, and the atmosphere immediately warmed up. Then there is the third question:
"What kind of sunrise do you want to be and how can you make your youth look like a sunrise?"
"I hope it will always be a sunrise full of vigor and vitality. I am still free to play, imagine and create, but ... I don't have time. " W jun looked very helpless and waved.
"I hope to be a' good boy' sunrise, but I have always loved to play.' Good boy' may be too far away from me." F jun's tone is slightly regrettable.
When the Chinese teacher heard these words, he said happily, "In fact, you are all the rising sun. As long as you don't study too hard and leave some time and space for yourself to play, then your creation will not be just a dream. Think about what you said today, how complete and reasonable, and how good your literary talent is! ……"
This "painful exam" has become so easy, I like it and I am deeply intoxicated by this unusual exam. I really hope that the exams after the students' "burden reduction" can be as happy as our exams.
My uncle
I have a very good uncle. He loves me the most and I like him very much. He collects taxes, and he usually wears a big hat, which is very powerful. Sometimes, he puts a big hat on my head, and I go forward to make everyone laugh. But something happened recently, which gave me a new view of my uncle.
It was Saturday night, and my mother took me to my uncle's house to play. As soon as I entered the door, I found a stranger talking to my uncle. Seeing us come in, the stranger grabbed his uncle's big hat, covered a pile of things on the coffee table in a panic, and got up to leave. I only heard my uncle say, "OK, I'm sure I can do it well!" " As he spoke, he walked the man out.
When my uncle went to see Fujian, I curiously lifted the big cap and looked, ah! I was shocked at once, a thick stack of "great unification"! Hum, what a surprise that uncle can do such a shameful thing! I thought angrily. After a while, my uncle came to talk to me. I pretended not to hear him and just ignored him.
The next day, my uncle came to my house and asked me what happened yesterday. Do I feel sick? I gave him a white look and said nothing, feeling that my uncle was not pleasing to the eye. In order to tease me, he put a big hat on my head, and I got rid of it violently.
In the evening, my mother asked me to send fish to grandma. Grandma lives in my uncle's house. Although I am not happy to see my uncle, I can't say no, so I have to go.
I came to my uncle's house, but fortunately I didn't meet my uncle. Thank god. I handed the fish to grandma, turned around and walked out. When I passed my uncle's room, I suddenly heard something moving inside, so I crept open the door and looked inside. Shit, that stranger was at his uncle's house again yesterday. What's he doing here? I pricked up my ears to listen.
"My fine ..." This is a stranger's voice.
There was a silence in the room for a while, and my uncle said, "Last time, according to the regulations, you were fined RMB, but considering that it was the first time you evaded taxes, you decided to punish RMB. I paid you yuan yesterday, so you can come to the office to pay it back tomorrow! Remember in the future, pay taxes consciously, don't do that ... "Uncle is educating him about tax law. When I heard this, I felt guilty and uneasy. I was wrong about you, my good uncle. I'm sorry
chicken (as food)
The day before the festival, the family was busy cleaning. Dad suddenly remembered that my uncle would come to my house for dinner at night, so he said to me, "Min Min, go and have a chicken." Then he took out fifteen yuan.
I hurried to the chicken stall. There are so many chickens. It's my turn The stall owner saw that I was too young, so he chose a grass chicken for me, which was covered in Huang Cancan. I went home happily, thinking that my parents would praise me.
As soon as I got home, my father said that the chicken was very good and weighed it very heavily. Mom asked how much it was, and I said twelve yuan. I want to return the three dollars I found to my father, but I can't find them in my pocket. "Lost?" Mom said. I said I must have left it at the chicken stall, so I turned and went to the market. Dad grabbed me: "What?" "Want money!" Dad said, "How old is the chicken?" I said, "In my twenties." Dad said, "Forget it! How can such self-employed people admit that they are insatiable? " He also said that he gave the clerk two yuan for smoking in a state-owned store last week, but the other party chatted absently with other customers. Finally, he said that he had only given him one yuan, and it was useless to explain. He also slandered his father for refusing to pay. Mom also said, "You can't argue with them. Don't be beaten for three yuan. " Well, I admit I'm unlucky. A good thing has turned into a bad thing, but how can I settle down in my heart?
Half an hour later, I postponed my trip to my classmate's house and went straight to the chicken stall. As soon as the chicken saw me, it said, "You little brat, you really have no brains. Why don't you take the extra three yuan? " I clearly saw my change on his cash box. While giving me money, I said, "Have you been scolded by your family?" I nodded, really in distress situation. I thanked him and he said, "Don't thank me, we were all wrong." He picked up a chicken gizzard at random and said, "Here you are, this is the compensation for your criticism." I didn't want it anyway, so he gave it to me.
I hurried home and told my parents what had happened. Mom said, "This guy is good." Dad didn't say anything at first. After a while, he said, "I'm afraid I'm looking at things with an old eye." Winter is also beautiful.
That year should be the winter that God gave me.
Dad resigned from public office and went into business. He goes back and forth tirelessly from home to the factory all day. Every night when I sleep, I can see my mother sitting in the living room waiting for my father. Finally, the factory was improved, but I didn't expect the factory to catch fire, and my family's savings and my father's hard work were burned.
After that, all I saw was my mother secretly wiping her tears, my father sighing and several relatives who lent money to my family to set up a factory. How many times, I have a draft in my heart and want to say something comforting to my father, but those words are stuck in my throat like gravel and I can't spit them out.
I became more and more silent. In those days, after I came home from school every day, I hid in my room and stared at the ceiling, not doing my homework, thinking about something at sixes and sevens. Why did this disaster come to my home? Want dad to pay like this and get a scar, is it worth it? So confused for a long time, until my mother found out my change.
Mom sat me on her lap, stroked my hair and said, "Baby, what's wrong with you?" Is there anything unhappy? "I shook my head and said nothing. Mom paused for a moment, put her hand down and asked softly, "Son, if you are unhappy, mom is your best listener." I couldn't stop crying and said, "mom, I don't want to see you and dad sad." You're not happy and I'm not happy. Why did the factory burn down? "Why is our family so unlucky?" Mom froze, and it took a long time to speak, but she also choked up: "Don't cry, son, we are not without anything!" " At least we are healthy, at least we still have hope to come back! "Listening to my mother's tireless and gentle words, the frozen injury in my heart gradually melted until it disappeared.
Mom is right, a person's life is so long that it can't be all spring! Thank God for giving me winter. Even if there is biting cold, I will learn to be strong and smell the fragrance of Xiangmei. Even in winter, I will give it new meaning-let me learn to be strong and understand that as long as there is hope, I can start again.
Even if my season is cold winter, I will make it beautiful!
My father's hand touched my heart.
At night, I fell asleep, the door was quietly opened, and I was confused when I saw my father coming. He covered me with a quilt with his warm big hands, and I was immediately warmed by the chill.
When I was a child, I liked my father's hands. Although they are rough and hurt a little when touching me, I don't mind. I like my father's hands.
After school, my father's hands are a pair of comforting hands. When I am bullied or wronged, my father often touches my furry little head with those kind and warm hands. When he said something comforting, I smiled at once. Isn't that because I love dad's hands?
Finally, time passed little by little and matured. I can no longer rely on my father's hand to comfort me, but the heavy study has gradually made me forget my father's hand, the rich feelings and the infinite memories contained in it.
But when I often find more scars on my father's hands, I can't help but feel very sad. I thought again, can I really forget those hands? That's my father's hand!
The big exam is coming. In the evening, I was so tired and upset that I burned the midnight oil. Why does my father revolve around me again? The more impatient I am.
Father habitually reached out and touched my head. After all, I can't stand it. I suddenly turned my head and shouted at my father, "You are so annoying! Can't you see I'm busy? " My father was stunned first, then smiled and said, "OK, OK, I'll go, I'll go."
I can't forget my father's smile. Why does my father laugh? Laughter makes me feel guilty, because my father's smile is obviously helpless and sad. My heart is no longer calm.
In fact, I am tired and don't want my father's hand to touch me and comfort me! At this time, my heart was shaken. Yes, I really can't forget my father's hands My heart is calling ...
In this world, there are many people who love me, but a few years ago, I had a stubborn idea: my mother, she doesn't love me!
I remember when I was three years old. I don't know why, but I was sent to my grandmother's house. Although they are not far apart, my mother often doesn't see each other for months. So, I conclude that my mother still doesn't love me! Grandma has a strange personality. She seems to hate me very much. She nags all day and never tells me stories. If my mother loves me, how could she hand me over to such a strange old woman?
When I was nine years old, my mother took me back. I think my mother still misses me. This gave me hope again. I came back to my mother with colorful dreams ... but I didn't expect her to really love me. My mother is unhappy all day and finds fault with me. This is not, that is not, and she always scolds me in front of people! My dream was shattered. So, I began to hate my mother and completely closed my daughter's innocent heart to her.
However, one thing changed my mind: it was six months after I returned to my mother. After school at noon, my stomach hurts badly. When I got home, I lay in bed and didn't want to move. "What's the matter? Come back now, don't hurry to eat! " This is what my mother often says to me all day, and the tone is still so lifeless. I thought: you won't care what happened to me. So I gritted my teeth and ate a few mouthfuls of rice angrily. In the afternoon, my mother went to work and I was still lying in bed. I can't sleep because of my stomachache. Suddenly, I felt like I was in my stomach. Finally, I vomited a few mouthfuls of the rice I had just eaten. After that, I went back to bed and my mother suddenly appeared in my mind. Why is this? I'm a little strange. I don't know who said that: people always think of the person who loves her most in the most painful time, but I think of my mother, but she doesn't love me! I was thinking ... In the evening, my mother came back and saw me. She helped me get dressed at once and called a taxi to take me there. That night, she took me to five homes and was finally diagnosed as "biliary ascaris". Tell her: "Without medicine, it will be fine in five days, but I can't eat." When my mother heard about it, I saw that her eyes were red.
For the next few days, I only lived on a few milliliters of glucose water every day, and the bugs wouldn't spare me. I bit my lip, blood flowed down the corner of my mouth, and my mother stayed by my bed for five days and five nights. Whenever this happens, my mother takes a handkerchief, gently wipes away my tears and gently says, "Does it hurt?" ? You must be firm ... "But she choked and couldn't go on. She knows this suggestion is unnecessary, but how does she know that my tears are not for illness? During these five days and nights, she held my hand tightly and said nothing, but how could she know that the warmth of these hands spread all over my body and gave me much courage and strength!
Five days and five nights finally passed, when I said to my mother, "My stomach doesn't hurt!" " "I saw her eyebrows stretched, her bloodshot eyes were so gentle and loving, and her gaunt face shone with bright light. So, our mother and daughter smiled at each other ... it seemed far away, but those five days and five nights were still vivid.
With the passage of time, I have grown up and began to understand that my mother sent me to my grandmother's house for work and career. Now, in order to educate and train me, I took me back from my grandmother's house and resolutely shouldered the burden of housework and career ... Now I really realized that the greatest thing is maternal love, and the person who loves me the most is my mother. Somehow, I suddenly remembered a song: "Mom, mom, dear mom, you raised me with that sweet milk, helped me learn to walk, taught me to talk, sang and slept with me, and always worried about me ..."
When you leave, you know how to miss.
The second hand of time keeps dancing, showing off its skills, leading us and following it. Tomorrow is the day when the dragon looks up on February 2. With the passage of time, this kind of Chinese New Year weather gradually disappeared. I am about to embark on a train leaving my hometown to fight for everything that belongs to me.
My heart seems to have knocked over the five-flavor bottle, and there are too many people who don't give up and care about it. Too many people are missing.
I clearly know that when I leave, I must be strong, smile at my parents' kind faces, keep my tears from falling, reassure them, and listen to their parents' concern and repeated exhortations.
When I was at home, I felt my mother's nagging constantly, and I wondered why it was so troublesome. It's really menopause. My father is in charge of everything in life. He always says that I go to bed too late, so I should learn to go to bed early and get up early. At first light, he always patted me in the room and said, "Don't sleep at night, don't get up in the morning, get up and have breakfast. If you are hungry, no one will cook for you." What a nuisance, he muttered to himself, taking care of everything and sleeping under the quilt!
When we are apart, when we leave them. Looking back at my mother's nagging, it turned out to be so beautiful, my father's discipline was so doting, and living under their nagging and discipline was so happy and beautiful.
Mom and Dad, my daughter has a lot to give up on you. She is worried about your's health and misses you.
Parents in the world are the same, they don't worry about food and clothing, and they always save every penny for us, but they are children. A few people can really scrimp and save like their parents. When they are alone outside, they are often full and the whole family is not hungry. Enjoy food, clothes and life to the fullest, which shows the frugality of parents!
Mom and dad were with you when your daughter was young, but she didn't know the word filial piety. When my daughter grew up and really understood the word, she ran away from home.
Parents' love is so great, parents' love is so precious, and parents' love is more than anything else. We should know how to cherish.
I love you, Mom and Dad. ...