Thinking about heaven and seeking the whole article

My examination room 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 are playing hide-and-seek among the reeds. I hid for a long time, but no one found me. So, I lay in the arms of reeds and looked up at the endless sky. Suddenly, there was a lonely and joyful "ah-ah-"sound in the empty sky. Then, a huge array appeared on the blue drawing board. Dozens of geese flew to the south in the shape of "people", and a peerless dance suddenly appeared in the vast sky. Then, a word "wild goose" is followed by a word "wild goose". I stayed there, motionless, until night fell and my mother's call rang at the end of the reed.

As a young man, I didn't know there was a national cultural sadness here. Later, I read an ancient masterpiece, "Yan array was shocked by the cold", and suddenly felt a biting poetry. So, I looked up at the sky again and again, trying to find the shadow of the geese. However, I am lost, and there are fewer and fewer of them, and such famous articles as "Surprising the Heavenly Man with an Array" are rarely published. ...

Who stole the shadow of the word "wild goose"

Who abandoned the cultural sky and strangled my poetic sadness?

Whenever I show such sadness, I will be laughed at. They think I am pretentious. These friends are often keen on the beautiful women hyped on the Internet and the funny cartoons posted! They will never understand that once the natural sky and the cultural sky are lonely, people's hearts will be lonely.

Indeed, in today's fast food culture, I have fallen behind. I don't watch martial arts fantasy, I don't listen to Jay Chou rock, I don't love the glitz and extravagance on the beach, I only love the stone road of Lijiang River and the Wupeng boat in Zhouzhuang, and I only love the cultural "array" in the hearts of China people. ...

You can laugh at me, but, you know, when I heard Yi Nengjing's Nian Nu Jiao, what kind of downright sadness was in my heart? The melody is inferior and put aside, that sentence "in the feather fan (lún)" is like a sharp knife stabbing my eardrum! I quickly dodged, plugged in headphones, and continued to listen to my "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" and my "Moonlit Night on the Spring River".

I'm not rejecting modern civilization. My home is also full of household appliances. I also watch popular movies. However, in the crevice of modern commercial civilization, can't some eternal national cultures germinate?

Those missing emotions and lost cultures, how I want to get their seeds back and plant them in people's hearts!

My dear lonely sky, how can I help you find the shadow of "strict array"

Went back to my hometown with my seven-year-old brother the other day. Walking along the river where I played as a child, my heart was full of melancholy. Suddenly there was a lonely "ah-ah-"sound in the sky. I was overjoyed, but I looked up and saw two geese flying alone.

My brother held my hand and asked, "Brother, what bird is that?"

I scoffed and said, "I don't know." I don't want to tell him that it is a wild goose, because the real wild goose is not like this. They should be a group of 30 to 50 people, one in a row, the other in a row, singing the song of the strong wind and flying happily to the south.

I had to stand there for a long time, thinking about the once noisy sky.

Comments:

This article is ingenious in conception, fresh and free in writing, and full of poetry. The author combines "natural sky" and "cultural sky" to express his true feelings through "sky" and "strict array", which is quite kind and witty. The college entrance examination composition should have substance in words, listen to the sound of reading in the wind and rain, and never groan without illness.

Miss the sky

It is the sky that is cut into square blue squares by thin window lattice. It is the sky that is divided into shiny and distant pieces by short eyelashes and long green branches.

The sky was projected on the rippling water, so Thoreau sat by Walden Lake and fished the stars in the endless night sky. The sky was projected in people's bright eyes, so Qu Yuan of Chu looked up at the sky and recited the wonderful and mysterious Tian Wen. Philosophers' sky breeds their souls. Therefore, they have a sky-wide emotion and mind.

Chen Xing is the eye of the sky, and the cheeks of the sky are covered with countless eyes, large and small. The sun is a fiery eye, which makes us afraid to look directly at its golden flame, just like people's yearning and awe for the hot dignitaries. The moon is a gentle eye. No matter rain or shine, it quietly looks at people from ancient times to the present. "This month has shone on the ancients", and in the light yellow light flowing quietly, people got a quiet and gentle moment. As for countless stars, they are like the sight in the eyes of insects. "The Little Prince" wrote that the stars we saw with the naked eye may have burst and died hundreds of millions of years ago, and now their light reaches my pupil, which is the most mysterious accident.

Clouds are the makeup of the sky. The clouds in the morning are dyed bright pink, like the cheeks of a newborn baby, with a soft blood color. The evening clouds are covered with golden orange, like rust, shining with the glory of lonely years. There is an idiom called "Bai Yun Cang Dog", and a movie "Bai Yun Cang Dog" is being staged every day in the sky. The audience includes immature children and dying old people. From the unpredictable clouds, they found the sweet cotton candy they tasted in their childhood, or found the country of clouds in fairy tales.

Meng Haoran said in a poem: "Wei Yun is a light river person with sparse raindrops." The powder makeup in the sky melted and the crystal raindrops fell. We can't kiss the distant sky, but we can kiss the tears in the sky. It's not just Li Qingzhao, the poet, who is worried about the dribs and drabs of rain, but also Zhu Huang Meiyu. Our hard but broken hearts are nourished by rain, and then new green grows from the dry land of the soul and white flowers bloom from the dust of the soul. This delicate plant is full of tears in the sky, swaying with the wind, getting closer and closer to the sky. ...

Through 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 Milky Way? It doesn't matter now.

Have we ever seen the sky clearly? But in my mind, I dream of eternity.

Comments:

This article is colorful, rich in associations, blending ancient and modern, and melting into one furnace, giving people philosophical enlightenment and aesthetic elegance. "Kissing the tears in the sky-rain" is so affectionate and wonderful! "A little closer to the sky, a little closer", how many reverie has been aroused! The college entrance examination composition must have this kind of "literary eye" and this kind of "bright spot".

Miss the sky

When the wheat is harvested, the sky looks clear. Over the golden wheat fields, I occasionally swim leisurely through a few white clouds. [The scenery is concise and brilliant! ]

During the wheat harvest season, it is often sunny at noon. Our hardworking parents have to work in the hot sun. [Click "scorching sun" twice before writing, which is well repeated! Because as farmers, this is their obligation. [What a responsibility! ]

I am a farmer's child. I understand that our parents in the countryside have to live in the fields for our education. They work hard for their children without complaining. At home, I often hear them say, "As long as the children live well, no matter how hard and tired they are, we are all willing ..." [Poor peasant parents! "Do well" is a clever and vivid word. ]

Farmer children study hard! Go all out! Our beloved parents buried themselves in the wheat fields in the scorching sun for our good life. Have you ever experienced that taste? [Shout "slogan" here, but it sounds good, good. The first two sections all say "we" and "they". Please enjoy. ]

Two days before the college entrance examination, I realized. Hot and tired. At that time, my only hope was to cut the wheat quickly, go home and take a bath, and then sleep in bed for five or six hours.

On the morning of June 5th, my father got up early. I get up after four o'clock. When he came to the ground, he told me, "Go to sleep for a while! Get up at six o'clock to cook, and then wash clothes in the field at eight o'clock to deliver meals to me. " [It's all the simple words of the farmer's father, affectionate and true! How many parents let their children work two days before the college entrance examination? ]

After waking up, I picked up my watch and looked at it: 5: 50. I guess I used to get up early at school. I get dressed quickly. I soaked my clothes in an iron basin. Then I go to the kitchen to cook.

I cooked and washed clothes. He put the soup in the rice bowl, took five steamed buns and put them in the basket together. I finished my meal quickly. I rode to the ground without washing the bowl.

By the time I got to the field, my father had cut seven or eight ridges. His face was covered with sweat and his clothes were soaked. He said, "Have you eaten? I cut this ridge, and then eat ... "【 line drawing. Father's words are plain with "thick"! ]

About four or five minutes. He cut it all. He took out the rice basin and steamed bread from the basket and said while eating, "son, your father is incompetent." Have a good rest after arriving in the county tomorrow! " Take a good test the day after tomorrow, don't be nervous ... "[This is a' temporary warning' for the farmer's father to give his children the college entrance examination the day after tomorrow in the field and under the scorching sun! The world is listening ...]

I cut wheat for more than five hours in the scorching sun. [Not the kui is a farmer's child! There is no irritability before the exam, no "nutrition", no "comfort" from parents, only "labor" of true colors! Back home, I didn't eat. I took a bath and went to bed. [Echoing the above, I am really tired! ]

Now, I am doing problems in the examination room. It's cool indoors. [The word "cool" is extremely important and extremely heavy! After the exam, I will stand in the hot sun for two hours and feel the taste of the hot sun. [This is a big "bright spot". The full text is brilliant and everything is alive. Nostalgia came out, sky came out, farmers who were older than the sky came out, and fathers who were closer than the sky came out. Everything is in silence ...]

Comments:

This article is typical. It does not make public, does not engage in the spread of "flying all over the sky", does not engage in dazzling "bright spots" and does not play with depth. It just described the scene of my father cutting wheat by himself in a very simple way, and even shouted "slogan" in the middle paragraph! However, it is true, true, pure, true, and turbulent inner waves lurk in it. Father's words are rare, but thick and broad; The son's emotional expression is very common, but it is all from the heart. The biggest highlight is at the end: "the examination room is very cold", compared with the wheat field, it is very hot; "After the exam, I will stand in the hot sun for two hours and feel the taste of the hot sun"-no son in the world appreciates being a farmer's father like this, and no one in the article has used such pen and ink and such wit! It's so touching, it's been so long! Chinese teachers in the front line of middle schools can take this as a teaching example to further grasp the orientation of composition.

Miss the sky

I don't know whose disappearance was taken away by wild geese flying south in panic. The sky is still blue. I don't know whether people's love illuminates the sky or the sky illuminates the love in people's hearts.

A person's sky

In this ancient oriental land, there lived a singer who built a stage with his love and used the income of this stage to support a sky for those children who were out of school. Cong Fei, who is fighting cancer, donated all he had, but didn't think of treating his incurable disease. Cong Fei left and flew to his own blue sky with his love for out-of-school children. Some people say: "Cong Fei's actions can't make every child's eyes full of bright sunshine." However, it was the sky that Cong Fei sang with his own voice that stung our eyes and gradually opened the door to charity. This is the sky of love.

Three people sky

Can you imagine the consequences of a person falling off a cliff? Death or survival? The cable car accident a few years ago is fresh in people's memory. When a cable car of a family of three who was sitting enjoying family happiness fell off the cable, I saw four hands holding up a small body and a fragile young life at the same time, but the owners of these two hands died without hesitation! This is a sky of blood and flesh that parents hold up for their children! Someone once said, "The day after the accident, the sky seemed unusually calm. Makes people homesick. " Yes, when parents care for their children with their own hands, a sky that can never see the wind and rain spreads out over their 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 on "small pieces of paper" full of lottery hopes? Why do people always ask about the assets of the rich and don't care about their donations to charity? However, the caring groups in Qingdao are trying to improve all this. "Dust", a caring group, witnessed different faces.

But it has the same name-dust! People have long stopped asking who Dust is and how much money it donated. Because people who know this group have become a member of the "dust"! "Dust" can't be found, but it can be seen everywhere. Small but great! It represents the conscience of a city! Look, the sky of charity in the distance has revealed a fish-belly grey. This is the sky of love.

One person's love is very small, but what about two people, three people or even a group of people? When people's love comes together, the sky is illuminated by people's love. At the same time, the sky illuminated by love guides all beings to ignite the love in more people's hearts.

Comments:

This article is "exposition" with "narration" and has profound feelings. The author selects three pictures, inspired by the feeling of nature, and advances them layer by layer, expanding the "sky of love" to the extreme. If there are more than two use cases in a college entrance examination composition, we should learn the ideas and skills of this article.

Miss the sky

It is often said that migrant workers are not good, but not good, as if low quality has become synonymous with migrant workers. The power of "three people make a tiger" is terrible. I don't know when discrimination against migrant workers became a "theorem" in my heart. However, one thing completely destroyed this "theorem".

It was a Monday morning. As usual, we will attend the flag-raising ceremony. It is called "form" because many middle school students are unwilling to sing the national anthem at this time, or even can't sing it. The "form" is still going on step by step, but there are a few more excavator noises outside the campus today. I don't know whether our listlessness "infected" the horn or the noise of digging was too loud. The horn is so weak anyway. "Turn right 45 degrees." The host growled feebly. The parade also blew past statues made of sand-all of a sudden. We moved a few steps lazily, and the team twisted like snakes.

"The flag-raising ceremony will be held below." The host said. The horn suddenly died down, but the noise of the excavator became louder. "Damn migrant workers!" I can't help complaining, "Can't you keep your ears clean?" There is no such thing as morality. No wonder some people discriminate! "

"Raise the national flag and play the national anthem." Suddenly, the noise of the excavator suddenly disappeared. I saw the migrant workers stop what they were doing and stand straight in the same place, staring at the national flag.

A tall migrant worker somehow caught my eye. It is probably too late to find a relatively flat place. His feet stood on the uneven ground. One foot was hanging in the air, but he didn't shake at all. He just grabbed the ground with one foot, and the degree of effort can be imagined. His face is full of "hard work",

But with a smile on her lips. Facing this tall pine tree, I was shocked.

If the scene just now is just a shock to me, then the next scene is a washing of my mind. The national anthem music sounded, and the campus was still silent, but the national anthem of migrant workers sounded loud outside the campus. With this pure folk song, the dirt in my heart faded layer by layer. I felt like I smelled a bell in the dark, and I was hit on the head. My classmates and I stood up straight and sang the national anthem. ...

Everyone has a sky above his head. Migrant workers have not lost their sky because of some social discrimination. They, with full patriotic enthusiasm, propped up their own sky, clear, vast and far-reaching!

Comments: Based on students' daily life, this paper focuses on the "world", which is the fundamental orientation of composition teaching in senior high school. Once the stream of life hits the rocks, it will arouse exciting waves, and middle school students should be good at catching such "waves". It is commendable that the author of this article can put "himself" in it!

Miss the sky

The first phase of CCTV No.1 Auditorium began to record. ...

Cui Yongyuan (hereinafter referred to as Cui): Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the new issue of Tell the Truth. Today, I invited two of our old friends, Ms. Baiyun and Mr. Black Soil, to extend a warm welcome to everyone!

White clouds and black soil come into play. ...

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

Bai: It's very kind of you, Cui. We are old friends!

Black: Yes, Trav, we still have to thank you. We were very angry as soon as the last program was over. It was at the Spring Festival Gala, and someone asked me for my autograph!

Cui: Uncle and aunt, we also welcome them. Let's start today's topic! Today our theme is "Thinking about the sky" ...

Bai: What can the sky say? It's just blue. Birds are flying.

Black: Wrong! (takes out his notebook and stands up) The mighty spring breeze is blowing on the earth, the sky is dark, and the air pollution is extremely serious, which needs to be dealt with quickly.

Cui: That ... pollution problem will be solved. What we are talking about today is this sky, not that sky. ...

Bai: If it weren't for the universe.

Cui: It's not the universe, it's the sky in people's minds, it's the sky people think. ...

Black: That's the ideal!

Cui: That's almost what it means, so tell me first!

Black: ... (Silence)

Bai: (looking at the black soil) I'll talk first. At that time, I was a little girl. I didn't have much ambition and wanted to marry a rich man. But now I know this idea is wrong. I just found out how boring life was at that time! Probably because there is no pursuit, my sky may have been seriously polluted ... fortunately, there was black soil later. ...

Black: (holding the hand of Baiyun) I was a scholar at that time, full of ambition to serve the country, but the times were chaotic! I was criticized as a rightist and sent to the countryside for reform. ...

Cui: That's when my uncle and aunt met, right? Don't be sad, uncle. You and your aunt are doing well now!

Black: That depends on her! At that time, I felt that my sky was dark and everything was meaningless. Later, I owed her to accompany me and teach me. ...

Bai: At that time, I thought he was very talented, but he was useless. People are like discouraged balls. ...

Hei: After listening to her words, I got up my courage and began to work hard. I think my sky has cleared up again!

Bai: His spirit also influenced me. He cured me of the pollution in the sky!

Cui: The story of uncle and aunt is very touching, and it also tells us to face life seriously at any time. Our sky will always be blue and "vast"! Don't give up your dream, how high the sky is, how high your heart is! We can fly in our own sky and write "harmony" and "science" in the sky! Let uncle and aunt sum it up in one sentence!

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

H: Er ... I can also apply for this train ticket!

Cui: ...

Applause sounded and the program ended. ...

Comments: This article is unique in writing, lively and calm, and humorous. Candidates have good basic writing skills and are very proud on the spot. They might as well have a "chic" time.

Miss the sky

-The pig is thinking

I am a pig.

At this time, there will be a picture in your mind: in a stinking pigsty, a group of dirty pigs are fighting for food.

No! This is just the image of a general pig. I admit that the image of most of our pig brothers is not very good, but there are exceptions. That exception is me, a thoughtful pig, a pig with high IQ. So the next time you scold someone's pig brain, please pay attention first, because there are smart pigs, such as me.

Recently, I became interested in people's lives, so I tried my best to find Lao Wang (the person who guards us) to watch TV. Originally, Lao Wang was very reluctant to say that you were known by pigs; But I was so excited when I saw it later that I finally stopped interfering.

I saw the life of migrant workers for the last time, dear! Dirty, messy and smelly, it's almost inhuman. I can't live without it. Look at the houses of those rich people, my mother! Not people, but immortals, resplendent and magnificent, with everything. This is not a heaven and an underground, but a heaven and a hell. Really, I lied to you. I am not a pig. Think about the meals we have eaten these days, including hotels and migrant workers. Hotel meals remind me of "pigs must be happy when they are proud"; The leftovers of migrant workers are "forbearance, forbearance; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever! Because there were pebbles in the rice of migrant workers, they broke two of my pig teeth, which made me deeply regret.

Looking up at the sky, my heart flew, and I couldn't help touching the huge and primitive question in my heart: why is the gap between people so big? Some people worry because the home is too small to sleep, while others worry because the home is too big to know which room to sleep in. Some people worry because they have too little income and too many places to spend money, while others worry because there is too much money left and they don't know where to put it safely. Some people are tired of eating big fish and meat, have tasted all kinds of delicious food and want to eat some green food. Some people are green food all day long and want to eat some "red" food (meat); Some people are tired of driving a private car and want to experience life by bike. Some people are tired of riding a bike and want to buy a private car to enjoy life, but they are short of money ... Thinking of this, my pig brain began to get confused and I couldn't help crying: God, can you tell me why? Thunder broke out in the sky at once, and I was so scared that I closed my mouth at once. It seems that god is worried about this, too.

Think about our pigs. They have food, a room to sleep, and it's uneven everywhere. It's not warm enough without pigs. All pigs are the same. However, everyone is too monotonous, and people are still good. Only when there is unfairness can there be competition, and only when there is competition can there be fun. Well, let's be reborn in the next life!

The problems accumulated these days have been solved, and I feel very relaxed. I sang all the way to the pigsty and then lay down to sleep.