Are you still impetuous?
Jiangsu candidates
On a drizzle night in the south of the Yangtze River, holding a pot of fragrant tea, listening to the sound of rain outside the window; Thousands of volumes of poetry collections, featuring ancient and modern literati, all leading the way. So the slanting wind and drizzle don't need to return, and everything calms down leisurely. Will you still be impetuous?
Are you still impetuous? In the embrace of nature. Perhaps we are walking through high-rise buildings made of cement and steel bars during the day, and the green spaces are just isolated islands in the gray, and we cannot stop and taste them quietly. But on that foggy rainy night in the south of the Yangtze River, we can sit by the window and listen to the sounds of nature. The ripples in my heart are spreading, a pot of tea is faint, and a cup of rain is clear. The wet green leaves are connected together. Looking at it at night, there is a hint of green in the black shadow. All the impetuousness was washed away by the rain. There is only peace and a pure heart left.
Are you still impetuous? In those poems that are either elegant or heroic. There are profound thoughts there, the Zhaohua of the ancients. On a rainy night, it is like "the blue sea has no waves, but there is a road in Yaotai". Looking back, I can see in my heart that the rain has gathered into streams and merged into rivers, and I have the heroic feeling of "going eastward". Turn sideways, the breeze blows by, turn the page of your poem, and "the willow wind will not blow on your face" will appear on the page... The rain is miserable, it is "the lonely phoenix tree deep in the courtyard locks the clear autumn"; the rain is majestic, and there is "I Thinking about searching from top to bottom. All the impetuousness is dispelled by the fragrance of ink. In the quiet night, only the charm of poetry and tenderness are left.
Are you still impetuous? In the cycle of history. Recalling a dynasty and savoring a period of time, your thoughts will be like wind or light, traveling through centuries or across oceans. The quiet air blows on your face, which is the historical precipitation of Soochow; the quiet chrysanthemums are Tao Yuanming's relief; the earthy breath is dense, you can see Mao Zedong pointing the country, the Red Army overcoming difficulties... All the impetuousness is in the wise thoughts of historical figures, The great ambitions were wiped out; at the end of history, only a piece of sobriety and a piece of reason were left.
Are you still impetuous? In the tranquility that is everywhere. The world can be impetuous with the impetuous heart, and calm with the calmness of the heart.
Why not hold a pot of tea on a rainy night? There, you will experience more than just purity.
We were pleasantly surprised to see such an elegant and clever article in the middle school examination hall. We love reading such smooth and concise words. The author focuses on the opposite of impetuous mentality, from nature to poetry, to history books and philosophy books, allowing us to feel leisure and peace, tranquility and emotion. The article is also inspired by the impetuous people in today's society. The most commendable thing is the charm of the article. "Are you still impetuous" leads the four paragraphs of the text, such as "Let me tell you gently", which gently arouses readers' interest in reading. It not only appears that the context is neat, but also has a kind of The flowing rhythm.
I am proud to live in Jiangnan
Zhejiang candidates
Five thousand years of ancient and mysterious Jiangnan, five thousand years of days haunting the soul The passionate Jiangnan. I am a woman in a cloth skirt, picking mulberries in the green water with bare hands; I am a woman with jade bracelets on her wrists, peeling water chestnuts on a water wheel; I am the white-haired old woman beside the green grass on the eaves, Drunk, Wu Yinzhong enjoys family happiness. I live in the watery and tender Jiangnan, and I am proud of Jiangnan. Because there is...
Small bridge
Bridges are a dream that has stopped in the Jiangnan water town, and the bridge culture is rippling from here. The graceful posture is a woman dancing lightly, the ingenious figure is a flying rainbow drinking water by the stream, the rusty stains are the precipitation of history, and the everlasting existence is the strength of tenderness. That petite yet majestic body carries so much bright laughter and so much sorrow for the country and the family. The mist and rain are misty, and the willows are lingering. The blue tiles of the blue house are reflected; the bits of sunshine and the smoke from the kitchen are calling for the awning boats returning in the evening; the bluestone road on the riverside leads leisurely to the tall stone arch bridge in the distance, and the boats pass leisurely under it , people walk gently on it, just like in the painting...
Flowing Water
The water in the south of the Yangtze River flows into Bai Juyi's "Recalling the South of the Yangtze River": "When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are redder than the fire. , the river is as green as blue when spring comes.” The flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River maintains the elegance of the south of the Yangtze River. It is neither arrogant nor impetuous. It looks exactly like Xiaojiabiyu. When speaking, it is like a small open red lip, and when walking, it is like a golden lotus swaying.
Later, the river seemed to open up when it entered the sea, and Xiaojiabiyu gradually became a graceful woman. Her movements were full of charm, and the flowing water showed her beauty in this way. She was neither humble nor overbearing, neither pretentious nor deliberately showing off. This is the character of the entire Jiangnan.
People
The simple Jiangnan people have romantic fantasies. The girl from the south of the Yangtze River with bright eyes and white teeth spoke Wu Nong's soft words, her beautiful eyes were full of hope, and she smiled sweetly. She stood in the pose of Huanyi in the gurgling water, hummed Huanyi's ditty, and smiled softly in the sunset. Since ancient times, there have been many talented people in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are only ten fighting men in the world. Nine leaders in the south of the Yangtze River are popular. Some people say: "Southeast is charming, the female takes over the male", which is true but also wrong. Here came Tang Bohu, who was full of poetry and wine, and Wu Jingzi, who was smiling proudly as a scholar, made us shed tears. The chapter on the previous page has faded with the silence of the notes, and we will write the glory for you on the next page.
My Jiangnan has been sung in many chapters in Tang poems and Song lyrics, and has been shown in historical pictures many times; my Jiangnan is a short song in the rain, in which there are fishermen boating in Jiangzhu, and people who get up early. The woodcutter wading in the water. I live in the watery and tender Jiangnan, like a cup of whispering wine full of tea charm. Jiangnan, I am proud of you.
The opening chapter is impressive, using poetry and allusions to illustrate it, and its literary talent is so high that it immediately won the favor of the graders. Then use subtitles to write "small bridges", "flowing water" and "people's houses" to form beautiful scenery and create a beautiful artistic conception of the Jiangnan water town, in which a sense of pride is permeated. When writing about the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, you can capture the local characteristics and use full sentences and short sentences to make it catchy. The author's bold use of extraordinary combinations of words and breaking of conventional writing methods is also worthy of praise, such as "How many times has it been shown in the historical picture", "My Jiangnan is a short song in the rain", etc. There are more than 30 idioms used in the article, and no fewer than 10 ancient poems and allusions are used, which shows the author's extraordinary cultural accumulation and language accomplishment.
Youth is so beautiful
Hubei candidates
Youth is as colorful as a beautiful picture.
Blue
Youth is blue, that is the color of the sky. When we are young, we are always positive and have unlimited daydreams and expectations.
“I want to be Bill Gates” “I want to be a scientist and create more wealth for society” “I want to be a writer and write more good articles, and strive to be recognized one day Selected into Chinese textbooks..." In class, students rushed to express their opinions and look forward to their future. In our eyes, the future is as tempting as the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden, as beautiful as heaven, and is in everyone's heart. After drawing out blueprints, the teacher said: "A person cannot be without ideals." In our youth, we flew to the blue sky on the wings of ideals.
Green
Youth is green, that is the color of life. When we are young, we are like the grass that breaks out of the ground in spring. Although we are delicate and weak, we have infinite vitality and passion.
Look, after a busy day, we can still lie on the bed and do our homework with a flashlight; we can talk endlessly about celebrities and TV series, and we are not tired for three days and three nights; My parents went to all major shopping malls and looked at all kinds of clothing that showed off their personality. They were dazzled, but we had a great time choosing!
When we are young, we are a group of jumping elves. When we are young, we are at the forefront of fashion. When we are young, we are full of vitality!
Purple
Youth is purple, which is the color of maturity. Just like the purple wisteria, it keeps growing and never gives up. When we are young, we no longer hide in the arms of our parents and act coquettishly, no longer obey our parents' coaxing, and no longer let tears become our own patent. We begin to gradually learn to be independent and become strong.
The test papers were handed out, but what they brought to me was not good news. I stared blankly at the bright red cross on the paper, feeling very calm. I didn't know why I was so calm. I just said to myself silently: "Work hard next time!" After a period of hard work, I finally got the result. Got good grades. Looking at the bright red check mark, I still feel calm in my heart.
When we are young, we begin to learn to treat life calmly amid setbacks.
Gray
Youth is gray again, it is the color of dark clouds. Although the sun is shining brightly in youth, it is also clouded by dark clouds.
As I grow older, my worries begin to increase. I don’t know when the word “responsibility” has appeared on my shoulders. Responsibility to myself, my family, my school, and my society. . Teachers and parents talk about exams, admissions, and scores every day. We can only bury ourselves in a sea of ??questions and immersed in books. A lot of responsibilities and homework weigh us down without any breathing space. After getting up in the morning, we look at The self in the mirror began to feel strange. Only the two dark circles under his eyes were the testimony of last night's "results".
People say: "Ten years of hard work." Indeed, youth is the process of struggle, struggle is blood and sweat, and struggle is the constant alternation of success and failure. Therefore, youth is also bitter.
Youth, synonymous with beauty, comes in colorful colors. When we are young, each of us holds a paintbrush and will definitely paint the color of our own youth.
This excellent examination work has the following two characteristics: First, it is rich in associations and appropriate metaphors. The author compares youth to blue, green, purple, and gray, and uses different images to interpret them: youth is full of associations, which is blue; youth is full of vitality, which is green; youth is maturing, which is purple; youth also has worries, which is gray . Through the author's explanation, we can see the colorful youth. There is a unity between color and emotion; the second is dialectical thinking, which is divided into two parts. I can see not only the beauty and splendor of youth, but also the bitter sadness of youth. Writing in this way is in line with the reality of youth, and writing in this way is complete youth.
Thanks for the fragrance of books
Guangxi candidates
In the world of books, I feel like a fish in water. Thanks to the fragrance of books, it not only gives me incomparable wisdom, but also makes me feel the beauty of human nature.
I am a child who grew up under the influence of books. When I was a child, before I could read, my mother would often hold a thick storybook and tell me about the fascinating and beautiful world. In that world, there is the kindness of Snow White, the mystery of Chang'e flying to the moon, and the happiness and contentment of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. The book at this time, in my eyes, is so magical, so beautiful and attractive, so fascinating.
In the days when I was accompanied by books, I gradually grew up and began to appreciate the various aspects of life and changes in world affairs in the books. Reading "The Red and the Black" made me feel Julien's stubborn loveliness and courage to move forward in love; reading "Jane Eyre" made me even more impressed by Jane Eyre's female tenacity and tenacity; reading "The Besieged City" ”, I was amazed at the huge difference between the people inside and outside the besieged city. “People outside the besieged city are desperately pursuing the feasting world inside the besieged city, while people inside the besieged city are desperately pursuing the free atmosphere outside the besieged city.”
The book, like a profound scholar over fifty years old, has become one with me invisibly. The soul is sublimated here, and the brain is perfected here. It led me to try a life full of ups and downs and full of fun that I had never experienced before in the vast land that the sages once set foot on, and to experience what a game life is.
I am grateful for the scent of books, which makes me, a child who was once childlike and often cried, no longer lonely, no longer sad, no longer hesitant. Take Fan Zhongyan's "Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself" as your motto in life, take Li Bai's "Life is not satisfactory in this world, and the Ming Dynasty will make the boat flat" as your happiness, and take Du Fu's "knowledge" as your own happiness. The pride of being at the top of the mountain and seeing all the small mountains at a glance has turned into one's own ambition, and Li Qingzhao's surprise of "fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons" has turned into a memory that belongs to oneself in the heart...
Thank you for the fragrance of books, to appreciate the refreshing and refreshing feeling. In the fragrance of books, you can get a sense of the vastness of the plateau, a sense of tranquility and tranquility of introspection.
This is a beautiful and bookish article. The article is about getting to know each other with the book. After reading it, my teeth and cheeks will be filled with fragrance and I will be happy to understand it. The author began writing when he was influenced by books when he was a child, recalling the good times of childhood, and also evoked related associations in readers, thanking books for helping us grow; and then wrote a series of famous works, which highlighted the educational function of books, enlightening wisdom and nourishing Spirituality, cultivating sentiments, and inspiring people to make progress; finally, write about the benefits that the passages in the books have brought to you, and further express your gratitude for the books. The level of the article is clear and the verses are full of literary talent. It is amazing to have this composition in the examination room.
I love the starlight on the distant mountains
Gansu candidates
The fiery June seems to be scorching the vast earth. It was already evening, but I still couldn’t feel the slightest chill, so I went up to the roof with a cup of herbal tea and a lounge chair. The building is high and the wind is strong, and the wind blows in waves, which is very pleasant. The sky gradually darkens, and stars appear in the distance, twinkling in the summer night sky.
It’s such a pleasure to stay on the rooftop! Not only can you cool off there to cool off, but you can also enjoy the scenery on a summer night. Although it has fallen into the night, the black shadows of the rolling mountains in the distance are still clearly visible. It is truly said that "the mountains and rivers are looming over each other, and they are lush and green."
Raise your head slightly, and you will see the stars dotted in the clear blue sky, each one shining with its own light, each one showing itself without giving in. They are decorated at the far end of the mountain, as if they have painted the mountain with a touch of watercolor, making the green mountain look even more unique. Each star seems to be emitting a faint light, but it is this light that is not dazzling that adds color to the vast universe and makes the summer night no longer lonely.
In fact, each of us is like a nameless little star on the distant mountain, exuding its own brilliance like the starlight, decorating the world with its own brilliance. No matter how small we are in the universe, we all work hard to shine.
We cannot simply use "greatness" and "smallness" to judge everything in the world. In fact, everything has its own light, just like the starlight on the distant mountain, although it is not as bright as the moonlight. Beauty, but it is it that makes nature no longer monotonous and gives nature a harmonious beauty. Small things do not necessarily have unique charm and eternal value. When it shines through its own strength and efforts, doesn't it also become great? Walking through morning and dusk, light and dark, cold and warm, looking at the world with an indifferent heart, we will find that there is beauty everywhere. Isn’t the starlight on the distant mountains beautiful?
Beauty can be seen everywhere. I love beautiful things, and of course I love the starlight on the distant mountains.
The highlight of this article lies in the philosophy contained in the author's article. The starlight on the distant mountains reminds the author of all things and people, which is the result of analogy and association. Every thing has its sparkle and value. This simple truth arouses people to re-examine themselves, especially small things. The author starts from the scene to reason, the context is clear, the associations are natural and appropriate, and the connection is reasonable. It can be said that there is reason in the scene, and the big is seen in the small. It reads like a meaningful short piece with profound meaning.
Thinking of my father’s old face
Zhejiang candidates
The night was so quiet, the soft moonlight sprinkled the silvery white ground; the night was so deep, my father’s The sound of snoring that rises and falls is like a moving moonlight song, echoing in the night sky. Looking at my sleeping father's face, my thoughts drifted to that holy night sky...
When I was a child, I was always proud to have such a father, because he could tell many nice stories. , can pinch many beautiful little animals. Every day after school, I would ride on my father's shoulders, shaking my head like a victorious little general. The envious eyes of my classmates made me develop a deep love for my father.
However, as time passed and age grew, this feeling gradually faded away, replaced by a vague sense of inferiority and sadness. This idea originated from filling out the file form in middle school. When other students were writing in the "Father" column - factory director, manager, engineer, I could only timidly write "farming". When handing in the form, I held it tightly in my hand for fear that others would see and laugh at me. Ah, father, why aren't you the director, manager, engineer...
The weather turned colder, and my father said with concern: "It's cold, so wear more clothes." "Oh, I understand." I replied nonchalantly. I looked up suddenly, and my father's old face and concerned eyes came into my sight. My heart trembled slightly...
The night is still so deep and so quiet; the moon is still so round and so bright. The figure standing in the cold wind is something I can't forget for a long time...
I just remember that it was so cold that night, and the moist air seemed to be mixed with raindrops. As soon as the bell rang, I rushed out of the classroom because I was freezing. Outside, it was dark, with several old trees that had lost all their leaves shivering in the cold wind.
Oh, that figure standing in the cold wind, like a green pine or a green cypress... He searched hard among the crowd, letting the cold wind lift his coat and get into his trouser legs. It turns out that my father knew that I was afraid of the dark, so he came to pick me up like he did when he was a child...
Oh, the wind started, the moon rose, and under the moonlight, I could clearly see my father’s face: Gao High cheekbones, deep-set eyes, dry wrinkled skin... Suddenly, I realized what an unfilial daughter I was. Father, you have obviously aged and lost weight over the years. Can you forgive your daughter for her unfilial piety?
The moon rose higher, and against the moonlight, my father’s old face became clearer.
Oh, love is deep in the heart...
After reading this article, the image of a simple and honest father lingers in my mind for a long time and cannot be dissipated. The true feelings shown in the ordinary are deeply touching. Beautiful language and delicate description leave a deep impression on people. This is a rare examination piece.
Morning glories outside the window
Shaanxi candidates
In February and March of this year, my father planted some morning glories in the small vegetable garden outside the window of my room.
One morning a few days ago, I got up early and opened the window, and immediately smelled a refreshing fragrance floating in the fresh air. In the haze, a few pink flowers flew towards my eyes - oh, it turned out that the morning glories planted by my father had bloomed a few small flowers!
I realized that since my father planted morning glories, I had been so busy that I had forgotten that there were still so many tiny lives outside the window of my room and in my small vegetable garden. Working hard to sprout and grow! And today they are blooming with gorgeous flowers!
Unable to help myself, I walked out of the room, went to the small vegetable garden outside the window, and carefully observed the small flowers.
I saw that each of these little flowers was like a loud trumpet, shouting their heroic words to the sky; they were also like exquisite goblets filled with nectar and jade liquid, waiting for their arrival. The soldiers who returned in triumph drank happily. Although they are pitifully small, I feel at this moment that they have never felt inferior or inferior, but are only optimistic and enterprising. Otherwise, how could the tiny and lovely morning glory stems stretch out a thinner bud from time to time, like tender but resilient little arms, firmly grasping the flower stand next to it, the stem head Then bravely and resolutely climb to the highest point of the flower stand?
I can imagine how they grew from tiny seeds to full of life, and finally became lush in the small vegetable garden outside my window. I can also imagine more noises in the small vegetable garden outside my window when they climb to the highest point of the flower stand - countless small speakers will definitely shout in unison, "Work hard, and even a small life can bear fruitful results." The most shocking sound in life!
So, the moment I observed the morning glories in the small vegetable garden outside my room window, I suddenly understood the secret of why my father planted morning glories in spring.
Thanks for the morning glories outside the window! Thanks dad!
The little morning glory outside the window triggered the author's perception of life. Although morning glories are tiny, they can still "bear fruitful fruits" as long as they "work hard". Dad planted morning glories with good intentions, hoping that "I" can bloom like a flower after hard work. While "I" deeply understood this profound philosophy of life, I also felt my father's deep fatherly love and earnest expectations. The full text is sincere in emotion, concise in language, and highly distinctive.
Wonderful Chinese
Jiangsu candidates
I have been thinking hard about you, the wonderful Chinese in my heart;
Always pursuing hard You, the wonderful language in my heart.
You gave me the breeze and the bright moon, you gave me the light of the mountains and the water, you gave me the blue sea and the clear sky, you opened up the boundary between me and nature.
With you, Tao Yuanming’s chrysanthemums decorate the hazy Nanshan Mountain, Gong Zizhen’s pieces of falling red turn into soft spring mud, Yan Shu’s wandering alone in the winding path leads to the secluded place, Wen Tingyun’s tenderness The slanting light enveloped the long blue water.
With you, the poetic life is cultivated into the most beautiful countryside. The traveler who puts the white deer among the green cliffs has a lot of wine in his chest, and seven parts turn into moonlight. The remaining three parts are spit out from the embroidered mouth. Half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty; the jackdaws that had picked up all the cold branches but could not find a place to rest on them, holding green awning sticks, sighed at the night when the sparse moon hung with slender paulownia trees and the rivers went eastward, unmoved by the "meager profit of a fly's head and an empty reputation of a snail's horn". I only hope that the sea will help me for the rest of my life; the prodigal son in the setting sun above the building, in the sound of broken bells, is surrounded by dead vines and old trees on one side, the west wind on the ancient road, and on the other side are "BMWs, carved cars and cars filling the road with fragrance", but he only wants to be a sweetheart "in a dimly lit place" .
Because of a failure, I was sitting and thinking, tossing and turning; once because of a gain or loss, I was worried and frowning for a thousand times; once because of an encounter, I was exhausted and sad. So, after reading Liu Yong and reading Lin Qingxuan, several meaningful and elegant short essays, each word of which is exquisite and full of Zen, made me look at the short life with a peaceful mind.
You let me have the state of mind of "picking chrysanthemums on the east fence and drinking wine on the south mountain", "sit and watch the clouds rise, walk to the waterless place", admire "the flowers and trees in the Zen room, and the winding paths leading to secluded places", Appreciate "the setting sun under the lotus hat, the green mountains are far away", and recall "the yellow plum season, the chess pieces and the lanterns".
It was you who made me transform into the colorful butterfly in Zhuang Zhou’s dream, dancing happily in the light clouds and gentle wind; it was you who made me transform into the wandering clouds and wild cranes in the shepherd boy’s piccolo, flying in the sky without any restraints. You have simplified my life, filtered out the impurities in my thoughts, and brought peace to my mind. I retreated to the countryside where "the doves sing in spring on the house, and the apricot blossoms beside the village are white."
The wonderful you are like the phoenix tree after the drizzle, washing away the glitz and revealing the green. In a leisurely afternoon, at sunset, I read you with my eyes, read you with my heart, and read endless wonderful Chinese!
The author's language is full of charm and wonderful in every aspect. It is a very successful examination paper! From between the lines, we can clearly see the author's love for Chinese language. At the same time, his profound reading accumulation, smart subject selection, and fluent language expression tell us: Only by accumulation can we make short achievements.
Wonderful music
Jiangsu candidates
Gently, open a window; quietly, sip a sip of tea. Turning the button, I enjoy wonderful music with the breeze outside the window and the aroma of tea!
Listening to the majestic mountains, the gurgling water, and the rhythm of the seven-stringed guqin made Boya and Ziqi become close friends in life. They searched for the melancholy strings and plucked out beautiful songs. , tells a story about old love.
The moving lives of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai also add charm and brilliance to this music. Listening to it, people can't help but trace back to that poignant love, and be fascinated by that graceful dance of butterflies. The balcony where so much longing has been poured into... After turning around, "Butterfly Lovers" has become the strongest voice that does not succumb to feudal ethics.
A Bing's life is no longer lonely because of "Two Springs Reflect the Moon", and the foundation of "Two Springs Reflect the Moon" is no longer ordinary because of A Bing's persistence. Under the sky, on the edge of Taihu Lake, a blind man was playing the piano and melancholy, using his sad music to accuse the darkness of society and denounce the indifference of people's hearts.
"The Moon Reflected in Two Springs" makes A Bing's sad eyes burst out with perseverance and strength!
Standing in the palace of national music, my heavy heart seems to release the elegance of spring white snow and the majesty of Huang Zhongdalu... The music changes one after another, and the excitement continues——
Feel Chopin pouring out his patriotic tenderness with his unique soul; feel Beethoven’s magical hands composing pastoral songs and hitting the door of destiny; feel Tchaikovsky driving a Russian carriage by the quiet lake Stop and watch the swans dance; feel Schubert's lonely figure under the Bodhi tree on his wandering journey...
Bach's fugue, romantic and elegant, reflects the distant Baroque era and bursts with excitement. It shows the heritage of ancient civilization; Berlioz's Fantasia, unrestrained and unrestrained, introduces fashion into classics, unruliness into order, and personality into tradition; Schumann's Serenade is quiet and leisurely, soothing on an undisturbed night. Your restless soul, kiss your sad cheek gently, let your soul integrate with nature, and enjoy a complete life!
Listen, listen, Pavarotti's high pitch, Sarah Brightman's softness - oh, that's the sound of nature!
Walking around the holy land of foreign music, what I feel is a kind of culture and spirit, revealing a deep love for music!
Wonderful music can purify the soul and enlighten life!
The breeze is still blowing outside the window, and the fragrance of the tea is still flowing... My friend, feel this wonderful music, let it color your dim soul, and let it add color to your ordinary life!
After reading this article, it feels like browsing in the garden of music. The author's familiarity and obsession with music are fully absorbed in the whole text. He truly feels life and understands music with his heart. The article has lofty intentions, rich vocabulary, clear structure, and a smooth beginning and end. It can be said to be an excellent work.