With what? Touched? Write a narrative for the topic; With what? Impressive details? Write a narrative for the main topic.
1. Yujie
Qichun No.1 Middle School 10 Class He Fan.
Sister Yu likes to laugh, laughing loudly at the top of her voice, and then striding, shaking her hands back and forth and rubbing them in her pants? Hey? Sound.
Sister Yu has a loud voice. She likes talking loudly and doesn't feel tired at all. Look! The voice chatting with others is very loud, and the old man with gray hair is Sister Yu. Don't think she is healthy just because she speaks so loudly. Sister Yu is actually very weak, especially in the past two years, and her physical condition is getting worse and worse. However, Yu Jie is Yu Jie after all, and his voice is still so loud.
Sister Yu has two children and two women, both married, and the children have children. Sister Yu could have lived with peace of mind, but she still needs to look after the children of her eldest daughter and youngest son, because both her daughter and son are going out to work, so it's time for her to exert her residual heat! She took the initiative to take care of her four grandchildren. The children are all at school. Sister Yu gets up early every day to cook for the children. When the children have finished eating, they all go to school. She has been busy all morning washing dishes and cleaning. In the evening, the children after school jumped into Yu Jie's hazy sight from the afterglow of the sunset. At the dinner table, Sister Yu enjoyed watching the children scramble for food. After the children have finished their dinner, she will help them put the bath water and find clothes, while nagging about how they are doing their homework at school. The children had a rest after taking a bath, but Sister Yu Can didn't. Sister Yu also has the responsibility of washing clothes and collecting and checking.
The monotonous cycle of life day after day, every day is the same scene.
Time flies. In her slow movements and her nagging, the children are getting older and older children are getting tired of her. Sometimes when something goes wrong at school, I get angry with her when I get home. Yu Jie was dull at this time, just standing there, not knowing what to do. She went back to the kitchen silently and continued to do her thing. I'm old, she thought, and the children hate me! Sister Yu doesn't blame anyone, she is thoughtful. If only these children would be successful when they grow up.
The children gradually felt the loneliness and strangeness of Sister Yu. When the child goes out, she stops nagging, speaks in a low voice, her back is getting worse, there are more medicines on the table, and her cough is getting worse? At this time, they are afraid that one day Sister Yu will quit their lives, that one day she will not cook and they will eat, and that one day there will be no sound at home? They dare not think about it any more.
At home, all the children take the initiative to do housework. Sister Yu looked at them in surprise?
Sister Yu, my good grandmother, I love you! (Full text 860 words)
The third person is used throughout the commentary, and the objective and calm description is permeated with delicate and profound observation and sentiment. At the end of the article, the topic is steep and interesting, and the sentiment is constant. This article has been published in Chinese Teaching and Research? Reading and writing world 20 1 1.05438+0)
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Chen Jieke Qichun No.1 Middle School Class 1 (1 1)
I am very confident. Excellent moral character, kindness and sincerity? I think these words were written for me. I firmly believe that I am a person worth learning? Pacesetter? .
However, after that time, I got to know myself again, and I found the humbleness and vulgarity in my heart.
That day, the sky was crisp and it was a good day to go out and play. I got on the bus alone and found a seat.
Next to me is a middle-aged man. I should call him uncle. He sat there quietly, with a book in his hand, reading slowly, as if he were so absorbed that he didn't notice me sitting next to him. I stared out of the window and enjoyed the beautiful scenery. The scenery outside the window flies like an arrow.
? Suddenly, the car brakes stopped. An old man with a goatee came over, thin and engraved with vicissitudes of life on his forehead.
The car started. There was no room in the car, and the old man stood on the railing alone and staggered with the car. Like many people, I am used to turning a blind eye to this scene.
At this time, the uncle next to me looked at me as if to remind me. I knew what he meant, but I ignored it.
He suddenly stood up and said, Grandpa, come and sit with me. ? The old man smiled naively. How dare you? ? It's okay. You just sit here and I'll stand. ? In this way, the old man sat beside me.
The people in the car immediately gave uncle an admiring look.
Uncle's behavior made me feel respect and guilt.
As a high school student, I suddenly feel very ashamed. Where is the truth that our school and teachers taught us about helping others, respecting the old and loving the young? Sitting in the parking space is still like a thorn in the stock, and my heart is uneasy. Feeling selfish and obscene?
Uncle, you are an example for me to learn from, and I want to be as brave and helpful as you.
The opportunity came when an old woman came from outside the car. I gave her my seat, and she thanked me very much. At this time, I have a feeling of being elated. How happy it is to help others!
Uncle also nodded to me.
? As long as everyone gives a love, the world will become a beautiful world. ?
Let touch and love live on earth! (Full text 670 words)
The comments are healthy in conception, natural in writing and flowing in plot, highlighting the introspection and love of an innocent teenager. If you can create some waves and twists and turns in the plot, the expression effect will be better.
Heart sounds * * *, writing essays that touch people and things inside.
Qichun No.1 Middle School (1 1) Class Tian Wenhui
The whole day's long-distance bumps, hard-seat carriages, physical discomfort, arrived at Wenling Station at night, pale, disheveled and exhausted.
I patted my leg hard, and then got out of the car with a few big bags. Outside the car is a yellow mess, and the black figure is crawling in a hurry. I looked for my uncle everywhere, but I couldn't see clearly. The light at the station suddenly lit up, and in a blink of an eye I saw it: uncle is holding a very old bicycle? The paint has partially faded and all the shelves are covered with rust. My uncle looked around in the independent wind. Somehow, the mottled color of his bike suddenly stung my eyes.
Uncle saw me, too. The anxious face became tense. He smiled at me. He grabbed my hand and held it tightly. He asked me if I was hungry or tired, and then we went to his house.
The next morning, my uncle took me to the breakfast shop for breakfast. I went in first, ordered porridge and meat buns, and ate them with relish. He didn't go in until he parked his bike. He only brought two steamed buns and chewed them bit by bit, but he didn't swallow them for a long time. I looked at my steamed stuffed bun and suddenly felt a little ashamed. I lowered my head and drank the rest of the porridge. I never drank porridge before, but drinking thirsty porridge in the morning is good for my stomach and helps digestion. So he told me. But now, he gets carried away and won't even eat a bowl of porridge.
The house rented by my uncle is very small, with only a bed, a coal stove and a small table. Although the house is not big, the items are displayed in an orderly way, which is a living habit that my uncle, who is still in his forties, has always adhered to. There are bananas and grapes on the table, and apples and pears under the bed. My uncle said that he seldom buys these, and some of them are expensive. Every time he releases water, he always drops them, so I always screw them to the minimum. Due to the flood disaster, the price of vegetables rose, and many people bought some cheapest water spinach to make do. My uncle and I still eat fresh vegetables every day. He also bought roast chicken and meat, saying that he was afraid that my supplies would be gone. So I really want to go home.
After half a month, I finally decided to go home. I know my uncle works hard this year, but he can't make any money. Staying there will only waste his hard-earned money. Before leaving, he said apologetically. You finally came to the park, and I didn't buy you anything, and there was nothing to play with. ? Then I took out 1000 yuan from under the mattress and put it in my pocket for me to take home to subsidize my family. Actually, I don't want it either. I just don't know how to refuse. I packed my luggage early that morning, and it was the noon bus. He came back from the factory to see me off, and his eyes were full of worries. Car, out of the station, all the way forward, drifting away. I turned around and stared at my uncle whose clothes were swaying in the wind, watching his figure get farther and farther away and become a blur? At this moment, I suddenly miss the city a little.
As soon as I got home, I went to my uncle's short message: Hui, when you went back, I felt as if something was missing around me and my heart was empty. I really shouldn't let you go home so early, but I'm afraid it will delay your study. ? I've been reading text messages for a long time? I seem to see my uncle's lonely figure and his reluctance to me.
Today, when I was sitting in the classroom and writing these words, the love and emotion in my heart surged like a flood, filling my brain and wetting my heart. However, my hands are so stiff that I can't vividly write down the feelings deeply deposited in my heart. I can only write this real experience pale. (The full text is about 1060 words)
Comments have no background rendering and panoramic scanning, but people feel the coldness of life and the warmth of family. In the true and simple narrative, it conveys a simple and heavy living state among all sentient beings.