I am tired of not doing my homework.

? What do you think of Prota's new novel? ? Asked the priest. The critic replied:? Minister, I think his novel is good. The minister shook his head.

? I mean, it's good in a sense. ? Critics quickly corrected it. The minister shook his head.

? When I say' in a sense', I mean those vulgar intellectuals in the cafe. ? The minister shook his head.

? Specifically, it is aimed at those who have no taste. I didn't make it clear just now. ? The minister shook his head.

? On the whole, Mr. Minister, this is a terrible novel. ? The minister shook his head again.

? Of course, it can't be completely denied. ? The minister shook his head and said, this dress is awkward? .

Second, it is called "coincidence" because of unexpected factors leading to the coupling of events or the adventures of characters, and it is also called "coincidence" in some ancient Zhanghui novels. Because of accidental coincidence, it constitutes a touching story, which makes the article ups and downs and interesting.

Coincidence often makes stories more dramatic. Without dramatic coincidence, the story will lose a lot of interest. Of course, due to the application of "coincidence method" in the works, the plot will be more complicated and changeable. For example, in Andersen's Daughter of the Sea, the little mermaid met the prince at sea and saved him in the storm, but the prince never knew the truth and misunderstood her again and again. Finally, the little mermaid would rather sacrifice her life for the happiness of the prince. Due to the ingenious arrangement of complex and changeable stories, the story of Mermaid is more ups and downs and colorful.

Let's first look at a mini novel Neighbor by Bondarev of the former Soviet Union:

Two retired people were assigned to a two-bedroom apartment in a new building. They moved at the same time and briefly introduced each other on the landing of their new house. They are very satisfied because they used to be alone and had no relatives or friends. From now on, if someone accompanies them day and night, they will not spend their old age alone.

So, the two decided to tidy up the furniture first, and then celebrate the housewarming together according to the old people's habits. They bought a bottle of red wine, a bottle of mineral water and some simple side dishes in the nearby food store. Two old people sat at the table smelling of paint, finished the first cup and dried the second. Only then did they begin to look at each other carefully.

Suddenly, they were stunned and sat in silence. After a while, they all burst into tears.

It turned out that an old man was a former court investigator and another old man was the object of his trial. Later, he was sentenced and spent many years in prison. ...

This is a very interesting novel. Life seems to have played a big joke on the two masters in the novel. Life is so dramatic that two people who used to be close but not ordinary come together and are so close. But think about it, isn't it the same in real life? Coincidence, there are too many accidents and coincidences in life. It is this coincidence with the original flavor of life that provides a very broad creative space for our novelists.

French writer Habart Holly once wrote a classic short story "What's Left of the Germans":

The war is over. He returned to his hometown that he had taken back from the Germans. He hurried down the street under the dim street lamp. A woman grabbed his hand and said to him in a drunken voice, "Where are you going?" Are you going to my house? "He said with a smile," No, not with you-I'm looking for my mistress. " He looked back at the woman. The two of them are walking under the street lamp.

The woman suddenly cried, "Ah!"

He involuntarily grabbed the woman's shoulder and faced the light. His fingers are embedded in the woman's flesh. Their eyes sparkled and he shouted, "Joan!" Pick up that woman.

Although this novel has only 200 words, it reflects rich social content. Reading can not only give people a lot of associations, but also give people a sense of pleasure. The plot of this novel is very simple. After the war, the hero "He" returned to his hometown which was recaptured from the German army. In the street with dim street lights, "he" met his "mistress", who became a prostitute. That's all. But with the help of their own intelligence, readers can become prostitutes through "his" mistress and think about the suffering brought by war to the people; I thought of the misery of poverty through the coincidence that "she" actually pulled a lover; Through the surprise when she saw her lover, she thought of her own embarrassment; Through "his fingers are embedded in a woman's flesh", I thought of "his" complex thoughts of joy and sorrow, resentment and love; Through "Their Eyes Shining" and the man's "Picking up Girls", I think "he" is a kind man, "he" is broad-minded, "he" sympathizes with mistress San and is indomitable in love; Through the encounter between the two lovers, I thought of the irreparable losses brought by the war to innocent millions of families and lovers, and the wounds left in the hearts of the victims that will never heal.

We should pay attention to one thing: in an article, we can't set up too many "coincidences", otherwise it will distort the story, make readers feel disgusted, and the good intentions will lose their meaning.

Wonderful example 1

Meeting with Huang Xingyu

? Comrades, rabies is prevalent now, which is very harmful. The county party Committee has ordered that measures should be taken as soon as possible to cut off the source of rabies, so ... Mayor Wang, call! ?

? Comrades, let's discuss it first. ? Mayor Wang stood up and walked towards the office. The office and the conference room are separated by a wall. Mayor Wang's voice passed through the wall into the conference room. Hello, I'm Mayor Wang ... Oh, it's deputy county magistrate Xun ... What? In order to develop the economy of our county, you are going to let * * * allocate funds to open a dog meat restaurant ... and call on people in our town to raise dogs vigorously ...?

? Comrades, "Mayor Wang sat down and the meeting continued." Although dogs have rabies, which is very harmful to us, not all dogs have rabies, so I think we just need ... Mayor Wang, phone! ?

? Hello, I'm mayor Wang ... Oh, it's county magistrate Zhu ... What? In order to make rabies disappear as soon as possible, we should act as soon as possible ...?

Mayor Wang returned to his seat and continued: Comrades, we all know that rabies is very contagious. Once a person is bitten by a rabid dog, he will be infected, and the infected dog will bite other dogs and people. So, although only a few dogs have rabies now, we ... Mayor Wang, call! ?

Mayor Wang hesitated for a moment, then walked slowly to the office.

? Hello ... it's Xun, the deputy county magistrate ... You didn't know in advance that county magistrate Zhu sent a notice. In order to obey the orders of superiors, everything was done according to what county magistrate Zhu said ...?

Mayor Wang pushed open the door of the conference room with a brisk pace. ? Mayor Wang, the phone is calling. It's Zhu County! ? Mayor Wang shivered and had to go to the office.

? County magistrate Zhu, Xun, hello ... What? Xun, the deputy county magistrate, is correct. In order to listen to the suggestions of the comrades, we did as the deputy county magistrate Xun said ...?

For a long time, Mayor Wang pushed open the door of the conference room, and the conference room was unusually quiet. ? Why are you still sitting? ? Mayor Wang a sullen.

? So ... today's meeting ... about dogs ... Someone whispered? The dog problem? ? Mayor Wang is a little angry. What happened to the dog? I think there is something wrong with talent! What should be killed, what should be raised. The meeting is over! ?

Wonderful example 2

Jieju Liu

Cold wind. A river flowing with sunset.

Sun thought of walking alone on the levee. The biting north wind made him involuntarily tear off the broken cotton-padded jacket wrapped around him. The bloody sunset cast a long shadow behind him and haunted him like a ghost.

? If I have millions now, don't I enjoy the heating at home? ? Sun Er thought, and the broken cotton-padded jacket tightened again. I saw the bridge in front of me crowded with people.

Oh! Someone fell into the water.

? You will have bad luck in such a cold day. ? Sun Er felt a little light. Just listen to people shouting in the river? Help? My hands kept beating the river, and my black head floated and sank. Obviously, I'm not used to water or water freezes.

More and more people, some bossing around, some shaking their heads, seemed to be enjoying a movie, and Sun Er stood there watching it with relish.

? Please. Help him! ? An old man looked at the poor man in the river. Unfortunately, he was old and strong, so he had to beg the young people in the crowd to be kind. But no one in the crowd said anything. ? 50 yuan, I'm going to warm up 50 yuan. ? The old man shouted. ? 50 yuan? ? Sun Er was thinking. A bottle of wine is a little more. ? At this time, he seemed to smell the aroma of wine. ? But in such a cold day, it doesn't seem to be a good deal. But 50 yuan? Where did it come from? This seems to be a good deal. ? Sun Er's feet unconsciously moved to the old man. People consciously give way, as if welcoming heroes. Sun Er went over, glanced at the old man and said, It's you! ? The old man quickly said: Go save him! ? Sounds like pleading. Sun Er looked into the distance and said slowly. Don't worry, you haven't sunk 50 yuan, is it too little? Touch your nose. Is it going to drop soon? You may die in such cold weather. /kloc-how about 0/00 yuan? ?

The sun has sunk by half, hanging in the sky in vain, and the air seems to have solidified, which is shocking. People on the river are getting weaker. Crack? The ground lapped against the river. The old man said: But I don't know him. Then 75 yuan, meet you halfway. ? The old man didn't answer, but his hand was already in his pocket.

Sun Er's eyes flashed blue, as if he had caught paper money and shuttled between banquets. ? No ? A man in military uniform ran over, threw the car away, and drew a green arc on the river with an arrow step, which made people drink. Sun Er was furious. Better not come up either. ?

The distance between them is very close. After what Shen said, Sun Er's heart lit up. Introduction to Habart Holly, not bad! Floating, Sun Er's heart sank. Shit! After several ups and downs, the two finally landed.

People gathered around to help. Grandson stopped:? Alas, money is not a good thing, or it will make me catch a cold. It's a pity that all the cooked ducks have flown, 75 yuan! What a pity. This is all the fault of the soldiers. ? The patient was taken to the hospital, the soldiers followed, and the others dispersed. The cold wind is blowing again, and the broken cotton-padded jacket is a little tight. Sun Er thought: Dad should have cooked the meal by now! ? ……

I saw a man running in a hurry before Sun Er got home. When he saw Sun Er, he gasped. Sun Er, your father just fell into the water. I met him at the hospital. I heard from the doctor that I have been drowning for too long, and it is true ...? Sun Er stood there stupidly. After half a ring, wow! Dad ... Taste evaluation

This is an interesting coincidence! Sun Er was mercenary and haggled over every ounce, which finally made the drowning man lose his precious chance of survival. If the story ends here, that's fine, but the author has a better plan and cleverly designed it to the end? Sun Er, your father just fell into the water "is really unexpected, which also created a vivid article.

Third, twists and turns create a swaying aesthetic feeling.

It's like looking at the mountain and not liking peace. Narrative should avoid straightforward narration and keep a running account. If you can write things in a limited space, ups and downs, twists and turns, it will naturally be fascinating and will give readers the aesthetic enjoyment of "looking at the side of the ridge as the peak, and the distance is different". A straightforward and unchanging article makes people reluctant to read it. Therefore, writers at all times and all over the world have deliberately conceived and carefully arranged their articles, trying to make them turn around, often achieving magical effects of turning around in just a few hundred words or even hundreds of crosses.

Let's look at a short story "Three Telegrams":

Irina's brother Flat and her husband Babu went hunting in Africa. Babu had a knife. Soon she received a telegram from her brother at home: Babu killed himself after hunting a lion. -Wright. ? Illivina was heartbroken. She called her brother back: take his body home. ? Three weeks later, a big package from Africa arrived, which contained the body of a lion. She sent another telegram: The lion was collected by mistake. Please transport it back to Babu's body. ?

I got a call back from Africa soon:? That's right. Babu is in the lion's belly. -Wright. ?

The reason why this novel has a charming charm is that it can make waves and twists and turns, and it is full of interest. In the space of only 150 words, there have been three great artistic waves: Babu and his wife and brother went hunting in Africa, but something unexpected happened-"Babu hunted a lion and died." It's like a boat sailing gently being suddenly hit by a wave, and the reader's heart and Irina's heart are shocked together. (This is a discount of 10%) The heartbroken Irina asked her brother to transport her husband's body home, and the reader's heart would wait nervously for a glimpse of Babu's bloody or mutilated body. Unexpectedly, her brother brought a huge lion body! Shocked readers who have not yet subsided, their hearts once again set off waves. Helpless, Irina had to call her brother again and tell her that she had sent the wrong body. Who knows, my brother immediately called back: "It's in the lion's stomach." At this point, a bigger wave has been formed. At this point, the novel has also received a lingering artistic effect: through the 30% discount, we seem to see the bloody scene of Babu being dismembered by a fierce African lion, as if we saw Irina's incomparable shock and grief when she received the telegram for the first time, as if we saw the thrilling scene of "brother" avenging her brother-in-law. The short word 100 actually carries such a thrilling story, which is really natural and interesting, which shows the author's ingenuity.

The artistic skill of "twists and turns" is just like China's bonsai art, but a few inches of space reflects the ups and downs of nature: steep peaks, vigorous old trees, delicate grass and winding rivers. It vividly embodies a complete and harmonious aesthetic process and gives people endless artistic enjoyment. Of course, the "twists and turns" in the "twists and turns" technique should also be designed reasonably. Only by making readers feel reasonable and unexpected can we produce fascinating results. Without life, the mysterious "twists and turns" can not only attract readers, but also backfire.

A wonderful example

Did you grab my hand, Dong Yujie?

? There is a girl on the bridge who wants to jump into the river ...?

? Does this have anything to do with me? The poet said coldly that he was going to die.

? The girl has a book in her hand. The poet of your poem "The Hand of Destiny Caught Me" dropped the phone, fumbled for the book and rushed out of the house to intercept a taxi.

The poet knows where the scene is. As long as jumping into the river is mentioned, most people in this city know where it is. In order to facilitate the maintenance of the main span beacon lights, the bridge designer extended a small floating platform at the main pier. Since the bridge was opened to traffic 10, more than 20 people have jumped into the fast-flowing Hanjiang River from here, and none of them survived.

When the poet reached the bridge, the bridge was blocked by the audience. More than a dozen TV cameras watched anxiously, and more people

Take the camera. Last year, the first prize of the city's photo competition was the scene of a young man jumping into the river from here.

When the police led the poet into the floating platform, the girl crossed the railing and sat on the outer edge of the floating platform, her feet dangling, her hands clutching the damn book of poetry, and the wound on her arm dug by her nails twisted into several dark red blood channels.

The poet put his sleeves in his trouser pocket and looked at the waves in the middle of the river. He said coldly, give me back my collection of poems. ? The girl looked up in horror. Step back. Step back. ? It was a thin girl with pale face and blurred eyes. The poet's eyes were filled with deep melancholy and said, I am the author of this collection of poems. You can read the photos in the book ... I don't care whether you jump or not, but you can't jump with my poems, or you will take my soul away. I don't have that book of poems. I burned it all. You can help me, but I don't want to beg you. There is also a book of poems in my pocket, which has just come out. I want to exchange with you. ? The poet's voice is as distant, gloomy, cold and deep as a dream.

The poet approached the girl, slowly pulled his left arm out of his trouser pocket and gently shook his sleeve to reveal a new book. The girl looked at the cover of the book, on which was a very powerful hand. This book is called "My Hand Caught Destiny". The poet said: I just reversed the order of the two words, but they are actually different. You can read one now, and it won't be long before you finish reading it before dancing. ?

The girl reached through the railing to catch the book. In a flash, the girl was shocked. She saw that the poet's left arm holding the book was bare and had no palm. The arm was split and the book was stuck in the hole. The girl's surprised eyes moved to the poet's right arm, which was still in her trouser pocket.

The poet looked at the girl without moving. The girl leaned in hard, stretched out her hand and touched his sleeve, then grabbed it and took it out of her trouser pocket. The whole sleeve is empty.

The poet has no right arm. The poet said: When I wrote my first book of poetry, the accident didn't happen. I have perfect limbs, but I stood in your position three times ... then my left hand and right arm were gone, and I wrote my second book of poetry, and I have never been here again ... Do you hold my hand now? ?

The girl clutched the poet's empty sleeve and stood up slowly. The poet said: Let's get out of here, there are too many people! ?

The girl crossed the railing and left the floating platform under the traction of the poet. The poet said: You must have read a poem, but I can't recite it completely. Can you help me recite it? A few days later, people found a poem engraved on the floating platform, entitled "Did you grab my hand?" But it was Pushkin's poem: What if life cheated you?

A wonderful example

Tour guides, bamboo poles and blind children

Hat tassel

It's time for the blind child to go to school, but there is no time to send him at home. So he decided to go by himself.

He hit a wall everywhere along the way. He really needs help. But a pair of high heels? Kaka? Walk slowly. A pair of big leather shoes? Knock, knock, knock. The land has passed again.

At this time, he only felt that one end of the bamboo pole was lifted and gently pulled forward. He couldn't help following up. ? Thank you. Do you know a school for the blind? Will you take me there? ? No matter what he asked, the man just didn't answer.

He suddenly remembered a story about a blind child being cheated. He's scared. He unconsciously touched the bamboo pole with his other hand, and the other end of the bamboo pole was lower.

? Shorter than me may not hit me. Follow him and see how he is. ? He thought like this and left.

The other end of the bamboo pole is on the ground, and the footsteps are getting farther and farther. He paused, and his ear rang with * * *-going to school.

After school, the other end of the bamboo pole was gently lifted.

The next day, it was the same. On the third day, still like this, the leader led the bamboo pole, and the bamboo pole led the blind child through the morning, dusk and all the year round.

One day, the blind boy finally managed to get the tour guide to talk. He grasped the bamboo pole tightly and stopped walking. He suddenly heard a sob. He panicked. He felt that the other end of the bamboo pole was higher than usual. ? No, you are not him. I want to wait for him! ?

Sobbing turned into crying: he was dumb. He went to the river to save people. He's not coming, huh? After a long silence, a hot tear gushed from the blind child's sunken eyes.

A wonderful example

Yao Quan, a girl chasing the sun (1)

Ru Ru walked briskly into the office.

? Teacher, what can I do for you? ? She asked with a smile. ? Hmm. ? Wear thick clothes? Bottle bottom? Old Master Q, the unsmiling head teacher, looked her up and down: long shawl hair, yellow T-shirt, jeans and thunderbolt shoes, clean and tidy, without any faults! Ru Ru thinks.

Old Master Q's eyes have turned away: "Is this your application for membership? Well, it's ok, but it's not perfect. Go back and think about it and write another one. Also, don't wear strange clothes in the future. ?

? But ...? What's Ru Ru trying to say? Old Master Q waved. You can go now. ? The next day, Ru Ru changed into a white shirt and blue pants, which was not as simple as Ru Ru.

(2)

At the get-together, Ru Ru showed his talent. Look, pull, twist your hips, stretch your arms, cross, kick and bounce. Several actions are done in one go, heroic and powerful. Ru Ru threw himself into the swaying dance steps, jumped out of the beauty of youth and won bursts of applause. The next day, Ru Ru was called to the office. I was depressed when I came out. Old Master Q's words are still ringing in her ears: How can a serious person jump like that? In addition, after senior three, you should get down to business and study hard. ?

Later, an application for joining the League with less than three pages was handed over to the class teacher.

(3)

? Ru Ru, look, your article has been published! ? A classmate shouted. Ru Ru couldn't help rushing over. Life needs colorful sunshine, and a big title looms large. Ru Ru was so happy that he wanted to stand on his head.

However, Ru Ru was called to the office again. Ru Ru's lively figure can no longer be seen on the playground. She is always thinking and writing. Another application for joining the league, less than two pages missing, was handed over to the class teacher.

(4)

The college entrance examination is over. The undergraduate course has made a list. Ru Ru walked briskly into the office. Flaming short-sleeved shirts, black overalls and white Panama sneakers are all smiles, tall eyebrows and irresistible youthful charm. Her arrival lit up the office. She came to get the admission notice, and she knew she would be admitted.

? This is your notice. ? Ru Ru, Beijing Institute of Fashion Technology. Ruru smiled as bright as the sun. Ru Ru told Old Master Q that the league members need not be unsmiling. She will dance in the future.

Ru Ru walked out of the office. She walked forward firmly, and there was a bright sunshine in front of her. She is going to chase the sun.

A wonderful example

Yao, a scarab fisherman

He, walking alone in this secluded alley. Under the dim street lamp, his shadow was projected on the ground, elongated for a while and shortened for a while. ...

He just aimed at his own shadow and walked forward. When the shadow shortened again, he found a green beak on the ground, which was just covered by his elongated shadow, so he didn't notice it. His eyes lit up. Where is one hundred dollars? I wonder who lost it. If you are a rich man, you only have 90 Niu Yi; But if the owner is poor, he can buy rice for several months!

If it is tens of thousands, it can be sent to the police station to claim it. It is also a good thing to find money and be willing to do it! Besides, it's only 100 yuan, won't the police be too much?

Who cares? Why bother! He walked on, but at a much slower speed, as if the money had a magnetic attraction to him.

If I don't pick it up, I'll help others pick it up. Don't pick it up for nothing. Take this hundred dollars to buy a toy for your little grandson. You must be very happy!

After a few steps, he turned and walked back, and the bill was still lying there. He looked around and saw that there was no one on the road, and there was a half-open door next to it. It's quiet. There's no movement at all. He poked his toe at the money, and his heart beat so hard that he just couldn't bend down.

What are you afraid of? Even if someone sees me, I think I'm picking up my own money. After some struggle, he finally got up the courage and bent down to reach it.

The motion suddenly moved, but it happened that the wind blew at this juncture? He caught up with two steps, but he still didn't pick it up.

It wasn't the wind. He clearly saw that the bill was tied by a thin black line and was now being pulled back into the half-opened door. A child's crisp laughter came from behind the door: "Hee hee, it's really fun, and a scarab was caught!" " "

He felt his face was hot and dry, and his throat was dry, and he didn't know what to do.

A wonderful example

The radio sings very well.

At midnight, the station in the mountain village was dark and quiet. Teacher Miao Lan came to the platform with her luggage and trembled like an electric shock. She wanted to leave the mountain village quietly in the dead of night, but more than forty children in the class stood here to see her off.

Under the stop sign, there is a basket of pecans with double happiness written on their hands. This is the etiquette for mountain people to congratulate their wedding. Three days ago, she went to the county seat and returned to the mountain village. She told the children that she was going to have a wedding with her boyfriend who was thousands of miles away. After marriage, she settled there.

The children were reluctant to part with her, but they didn't ask her to stay. Just a bunch of tears. The train is ringing in the distance.

More than forty children, with tears in their eyes, stood sadly, like a seedling injured by rain. The monitor said:? Let's sing a song "Good Life Peace" for Teacher Miao. "Songs in the night sky:? There have been many past events, as if just yesterday, there have been many friends, as if they were still around, with a heavy heart. Meeting is bitter or sweet. Now I raise my glass to wish good people a safe life. "

This song is deep and sad. This is the sincere wish of the children.

The train is moving slowly, and the children are running like a whirlwind with it, singing ... Good people are safe all their lives.

Singing is like filtering tears. Teacher Miao in the car was in tears.

How do the children know that she is not going to get married? Three days ago, I went to the county for a physical examination. She has leukemia. On the journey of life, she only has half a year.