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Pay attention to describing details, such as writing mood and expression in 500 words. In a minute. Discover your true self and write your true feelings. The potential rushed to the climax and was positioned as a "flash".

Two misunderstandings should be avoided in writing: First, avoid the situation without "I". In other words, the events, situations and details that we extract in our writing should focus on "I" closely, rather than reacting to me by writing about others or certain types of people through the process. The second is to avoid writing the article as a "running account". In other words, the article should have substance in speech and highlight the middle.

Make it clear that the style is not limited, but choose the style that is most suitable for expressing the theme of the text and what you are best at. This topic reveals a strong narrative and lyricism, so choosing narrative can best express this topic, and students with good language skills can also choose to write lyric prose.

Finally, the proper description of typical details and the natural expression of true feelings are another key to writing this article well.

Let me give you some examples.

In a flash, I found myself.

In one's life, everyone hopes to find something. As we all know, Marx discovered the law of the development of human history; Darwin discovered the development law of the organic world. What about me? Do you think I can find anything? I found myself and found my own beauty. During my four years as a teacher, I made three such great discoveries. That was when I first joined the work, and Yang Rusheng, a respected Chinese teacher in our school, raised the third graduating class together. He comes to school early every day and sits at his desk, writing and watching. The fluorescent lamp on his head reflects his forehead, which makes the sparse silver hair on his forehead look sharp. This scene is printed in my heart and engraved in the hearts of students. In particular, a student named told me: "Our hearts have been purified by teacher Yang's words and deeds. We love labor. Teacher Yang comes to the classroom to clean every morning. Our good self-cultivation comes from Mr. Yang's cordial greetings to students at work every day. Our strict discipline also comes from the virtue of apologizing to the students on the spot after Teacher Yang criticized the wrong person ... "I was moved to tears after listening. Through the crystal tears, I feel that ordinary people can create extraordinary lives and hone their noble personality. Then I find that the more I respect him, the more I love myself. When I compare with him in spirit, I feel that my mind is better. Indeed, a good teacher is like a mirror; Let's find ourselves in it. It is from this mirror that I found the beauty of myself and my soul.

The second time was at the Teacher's Day party in 2005, a civilian hero teacher who made me cry-Teacher Yin. Teacher Yin is a female teacher in Chengnan Primary School, Jintan City, Jiangsu Province. On March 3 1 2005, in order to save the immature life of the students behind him, Mr. Yin opened his arms and blocked the unscrupulous car with his body ... 25 meters, exactly 25 meters ... The car knocked Mr. Yin away for 25 meters ... Walking, living, loving, struggling and contributing in this world ... Yin suddenly fell down ... at Mr. Yin's memorial service. The children saved by her knelt on the ground and burst into tears. They are deeply calling: "Teacher Yin, come back soon", "Teacher Yin, we miss you" and "Teacher Yin, you will live in our hearts forever ..." Teacher Yin's only hobby is raising. Teacher Yin, my favorite song is Lilac. At the Teacher's Day party, when this song sounded, I seemed to see Mr. Yin smiling in a beautiful flower bush: "The grave is full of flowers, how much you long for beauty. Look, it's all over the mountain Do you still feel lonely? " Listen, someone is singing your favorite ballad. There are so many complicated things in the world that you don't have to worry anymore. ...

Teacher Yin is great. Teacher Yin has built a solid monument in the hearts of hundreds of millions of people with her life and love. Teacher Yin and I have the same identity and the same occupation. I feel proud and proud. At that time, I found that I had chosen the right profession as a teacher. From this incident, I rediscovered myself and found the beauty of life.

The third time was last year, the night before the graduation exam, more than a dozen students surrounded me and handed me a bunch of flowers, saying, "Miss Wang, thank you for your hard work. We will miss you forever!" "On the eve of Teacher's Day this year, I received many calls from students earlier in the holiday. Tell me, how can this stop me from crying? I found myself again from these tears and found the beauty of life in happiness. I really feel all the happiness and joy of a teacher!

Please don't dislike how small my discovery is. It is with this discovery that I have strengthened my ambition to be a cup of loess in the teacher's garden, and I have truly experienced the joy of life on the three-foot platform, which has been continuously surpassed until today. Here, I have a sureness and calmness to get rid of the hustle and bustle of the world, and a purification and sublimation of my mind. As an ordinary female teacher, I can never make a great discovery like Marx, but I can always remember Marx's teaching! The result of history is the most complicated truth, and the essence of all truths will eventually be known.

In a flash, I found myself (composition for Shenzhen senior high school entrance examination in 2009)

On the bus, whenever I see my grandparents sitting in the seat, my heart is particularly easy to surge with emotion. When I think about it, it is easier to find out-I found myself, a big boy who has grown up.

I remember it was a summer five years ago. ...

The sun shines on the earth, thief! People all over the street are saying, "Go somewhere cool." At that time, I was already a little black boy. Anyway, it was dark, so I went to the place where the sun was exposed, and I didn't want to be one of those "seeing death". Gradually ... I finally came to the station, and now I'm sweating.

"Mom, the bus is full. It is called a taxi. Fast and comfortable. " This sentence may be nonsense. The whole family comes from a miser. Taxi, just kidding. Sure enough, my mother disagreed, but said humorously, "That's for uncle white shirt. I can definitely sit on it another day! " "

When the bus came, a hot air came at us. Everyone was orderly, but I was C Ronaldo diving and the second one got on the bus. The first person to get on the bus was an old woman. She is infinitely close to the empty seat, but how can I be a person who watches the opportunity slip away in vain?

Just one seat, just like a battlefield, haha. I did it. Grandma didn't put on an aggressive posture, but laughed it off. Everyone next to me seemed stunned, and no one gave up his seat to the old woman. I proudly enjoyed the joy of "victory", but my mother kept apologizing to my grandmother and repeatedly told me to "return" my position to her. She refused.

My mother kept scolding me when I got off the bus. As for what to say, I have forgotten it now. Anyway, it was scolding all the way, and everyone frowned: mom frowned and scolded me, but I frowned and was impatient.

It's not just a seat, is it?

On the way home, it was crowded again ... I was still Ronaldo's dive and Bolt's speed. ...

who is it? Who pulled my clothes, Lao tze and him. Seeing the old man sit down, I turned my head angrily. Mom! So it's mom. She tugged tightly, kept tugging, tugging at my back skirt, not relaxing. Eyes full of anger, stronger than my momentum, is so combative. That look suddenly pierced my retina and went straight into my heart.

I bowed my head in fear. ...

Finally, we have an empty seat. But another old man came up, and I hesitated and didn't go. The car bumped, and for a moment, I suddenly felt that nothing was pulling me anymore. I turned to look at my mother, and she looked calm. I have no past, but there is a heat flow in my heart, a force brought by growth. ...

In a flash, I found myself!

Perhaps, everything before is around my growth. And everything, everything is integrated at the moment when you give up your seat.

Now, even if there are extra seats in the car, I have hardly ever taken them. The conductor asked me why I didn't sit down. "I'm waiting for that old lady, and I still owe her a seat!"

Maybe she won't understand, but I'm sure grandma will appear!