In 2003 or 2006, perfect Chinese composition was written in Lishui County, Nanjing.

Selected compositions with full marks in the national college entrance examination in 2007

Beijing college entrance examination composition topic is:

"You can't see the rain and wet clothes, but you can't hear the idle flowers" is a poem written by Liu Changqing, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, in Farewell to Poetry Garden.

Someone once understood this poem as: 1, which is a beautiful artistic conception to celebrate spring. 2. Idle flowers and drizzle express unknown loneliness. Seeing and hearing doesn't mean doing nothing. This is a bleak way of life. This kind of artistic conception is no longer suitable for today's world ... write a composition according to your point of view. The topic is self-made and the genre is not limited. More than 800 words

The drizzle is lonely.

Rain and flowers are lonely, so are literati heroes.

Loneliness is a broken red line, you hold it tightly and wait silently for the matchmaker at the other end, even if that person is long gone.

"Rain and wet clothes are invisible, and idle flowers fall to the ground to listen to silence." Every time I read this sentence, I can't help sighing the loneliness of the drizzle. When the misty rain falls on the shirt bit by bit, who says this feeling is not torrential? Why else did you soak the whole dress? When soft flowers are dancing, spinning and falling on the bluestone road, who says this feeling is not heroic? Otherwise, why is it all over the path? However, they are "invisible" and "silent".

There is a Hua Zhong in everyone's heart, where those beautiful feelings that are inhuman to others are buried. This Hua Zhong is locked in loneliness.

Nalan is lonely. His good friend once lamented: "Everyone is singing water words. How many people know Nalan's heart?" There is no doubt that he is the son of Guo Xiang, the imperial bodyguard, and everyone worships him. However, in his heart, there is a deep loneliness. He picked it up in the yard, but "I can't tell why I hate it" and can only sigh "I followed it for ten years." He yearns for simplicity, but this longing is like Mao Mao rain in the eyes of the world. No matter how cold he is, he is silent. Nalan's loneliness is a person's sadness.

Li Yu is also lonely. Wang Guowei said that he was "born in the palace and grew up in the hands of women". Children who pee in dragon chairs often have no friends. Even if you are intoxicated with money, you can't resist the loneliness of no one to talk to in the dead of night. Especially after the downfall of the Southern Tang Dynasty, the enmity between home and country fell on this immature emperor, adding a touch of lonely gray to his mind. His loneliness is silent, but not invisible. With his own authenticity, he spread the lonely petals on the rice paper and turned them into "a river of spring water". "The flowing water has come out of spring and is on earth." There is a comment in "Ci on Earth": "When the poet arrived in Li Houzhu, he turned the words of the master into the words of the literati." Li Yu's loneliness was the sorrow of that turbulent era, but it opened a new era of ci.

Lu You wrote "With bare hands, yellow rice wine ..." In Shen Yuan, he fixed loneliness in Tang Wan's memory. While Wang Wei lamented that "Cornus officinalis is short of one person", he also injected loneliness into his bosom friend's heart. Yuan Zhen wrote in a masculine pen that "the maid-in-waiting has white hair and sits around talking about Xuanzong". Tells the feelings of lonely souls in the red wall deep courtyard. The red line in the poet's hand is tied with a pen at the other end. After the huge emotion precipitated, it turned into silence and writing motivation, making the idle flowers in the drizzle strong and indelible.

In fact, there are still some people who are lonely, even exceeding the literary role. Lin Zexu was demoted to Ili, and his loneliness was beyond people's reach, but he sang, "Do you want the country to live or die?" Benefited one side of the people. Han Yu was sent to Chaozhou and his daughter died on the way. His loneliness and lament have become the driving force for governing the country. He set up education and built water conservancy in that remote town, which was welcomed by everyone. The scenery of Chaozhou is called Han.

Their drizzle not only wet clothes, but also fell on thick land, nourishing one side of the water and soil; Their idle flowers not only paved the road, but also deeply embedded in the land. "It is more protective to turn into spring mud." At the other end of their red line, they are ordinary people! They turned loneliness into the motive force of "making a living for the world and people".

A person's loneliness can be printed on books and engraved on monuments. This kind of loneliness is beautiful and is for people to appreciate. But no monument can last forever. Han Yu's story tells us that the loneliness of those heroes is dedication, and we should look up respectfully.

Comment by marking teacher

In an era of "worrying about arranging new words" and in an era of "hip-hop" and "entertainment to death", how can a middle school student finish a composition for the college entrance examination in two and a half hours?

Therefore, in marking papers, we see that more candidates choose to talk about "tranquility", so that the ancients Li Bai, Tao Yuanming and Su Shi can prove their views in unison, although they don't know what real tranquility is; More candidates chose to write "The Beautiful Character of Spring", and let Hua Yiwei, Wang Shunyou, "Dust" and other people who "moved China" as factual arguments. Just when everyone lamented how difficult it is for students who know the least about loneliness to write an article "What is loneliness", such an article appeared. So the teachers of the six groups were all excited, and the wonderful articles were rewarded, and one person commented-

The most prominent feature of this article is its profound conception and clear context. At the beginning, the poem laments loneliness, and deepens the ethereal tenderness of "raining" into emotional heroism, that is, "everyone has a Hua Zhong in his heart" and "this Hua Zhong is locked by loneliness". Then take Nalan Xingde and Li Yu as examples to explain why loneliness is "the meaning of loneliness". The sixth paragraph lists Lu You, Wang Wei and Yuan Zhen, and sublimates loneliness into "silence after huge emotional precipitation, and also turns it into the driving force of writing, making the idle flowers in the drizzle become indelible". The seventh paragraph goes further in content, saying that "a person's loneliness can be printed on books and engraved on monuments." This kind of loneliness is beautiful, and it is' expanded' for people to appreciate. The loneliness of Lin Zexu and Han Yu is dedication, which makes people look up. "

It can be seen from this article that the author's rich material accumulation and profound ideological precipitation are quite attractive examination compositions.

Shandong college entrance examination composition topic is:

Please write an 800-word article on the topic of "Time will not decay memories", draw up your own topic, choose your own theme and style, and the stylistic features are obvious. Out of 60 points.

Hua Liang kai an

There are always some memories buried deep in our hearts. Although time flies, they will not lose their color and fragrance, but will become more vivid under the washing of time and become wealth that warms our lives.

Memory is a kind of flower, which blooms with charming brilliance under the nourishment of time and running water.

I still remember that Li, a Han woman, married into Miao village and became the moon that lit up the Miao family. In the diaojiao building where she lives, she tidied up the back of the loan in the dim light, and her posture of rushing to practice medicine in the cottage appeared in my memory again and again. The longer the time, the more moved I am. Her selflessness, dedication and persistence, like a rose, exudes the fragrance of great love and permeates the memory. The longer it takes, the stronger it becomes.

Memory is the fragrance of flowers, blown by the wind of time, drifting farther away.

I still remember the man named Wang Xueyuan in my memory, who resolutely stood up and uncovered the shady medical expenses. He is not afraid of losing his job, intimidation and revenge. He exposed the scandal and justice was done. His feat has given us a more transparent medical expense system today. His bravery, his sacrifice, he is like a pure lotus, emitting the fragrance of righteousness, which permeates the memory, and the longer it takes, the stronger it becomes.

Memory is a flower on both sides of the long river of time. Time not only failed to weather them, but also nourished them and made them more beautiful.

I still remember Wang Shunyou, who taught me to be dedicated. I still remember Chen Jian, who guarded my friend's grave for 30 years and taught me to keep my promise; I still remember that avalokitesvara with a thousand hands taught me to be unyielding. I still remember countless people who helped me in my life and taught me to love ... all flowers beside the long river of memory bathed me with fragrance. What they taught me has become the wealth of my life. They will not be weathered, but will spread to my heart with the wind and running water of time, infiltrate my whole body and benefit my life.

These memories that moved me and made me grow will never be weathered. On the contrary, they will bloom charming flowers on both sides of the long river of time and decorate my life.

Flowers bloom on both sides of the strait, and memories last forever.

Rose. hometown

Xi Murong said: Memory is a rose without flowers/it will never fail.

I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I just recited the taste of this poem. Perhaps, "parting from sorrow is drifting away, and the distance is like spring water", but the memory of my hometown has become clearer after time polishing.

I often go back to my hometown in my dreams. This is a quiet mountain village. In the summer afternoon, it seems to be a sleeping room. There are always a few cheerful frogs and the cry of the old cow "Cleisthenes-". Sometimes I go back to the stream in front of the village and play with my silly friends. Water often splashes on the rolled-up trouser legs ... everyone in the dormitory says that I often laugh in my dreams.

Time is like a wide river, flowing slowly from the levee, washing away dust and refreshing memories. The mountains, rivers, grass and trees in my hometown are vividly floating in front of me. I have been drifting away for six years. I often miss those simple folks. Do they also miss wandering artistry?

When I first arrived in the city, I clung to my brother-in-law's skirt and dared not let go. Those red candles, lights, melodious saxophone, fast-paced trains ... all came to me, and I was at a loss. The imaginary city should be relatively peaceful and simple, just like my hometown, which has been haunted for many years.

Time sometimes passes slowly, especially when I haven't heard from home for a long time. I circle the letters I receive every day on the calendar board with a bright red pen. For me, that day was the New Year, and it was the most unforgettable day. Round and red are sometimes scattered on every calendar, recording many memories about hometown. Calendar not only gives me clear time, but also gives me many good memories. Perhaps this is the feeling of "root" that Mr. Yu Guangzhong said.

When you ask about your hometown, you often say in your reply what has changed and what has not. So the memory of my hometown is also a little trimmed and a little beautiful. Time has really changed the face of my hometown in the past, but it can't leave her memory in my heart.

One day, I was typing in front of the keyboard, and my memory was full of my hometown. The draft will come every few days, and besides the remuneration, there is another sentence:

Memory is a rose without flowers/Never withers-Xi Murong

The moment I got the document, my eyes filled with tears. I don't know who wrote this sentence for me specially. Maybe he/she is also a wanderer. The hometown in memory, the longer it is, the more weighty it becomes. How can time withstand her memory in my heart?

My hometown, the rose without flowers in my heart, has bloomed for thousands of years. ...

Beijing: Silent fatherly love

Six years old.

On the playground, a little boy learned to ride a bike, and his father stood beside him. Without a word of guidance and a trace of comfort, the little boy naturally fell and his leg was already bleeding. Finally, the child sat on the ground and cried. Father is still standing so straight, his eyes are full of disdain and indifference. How eager the child is for his father's encouragement. No; How much the child longed for his father's hug, but he still didn't. It's just that those empty eyes make the child feel cold and heartless. Finally, the child stopped crying, stood up stubbornly, got on the bus and began to try again. My father, who had long been uninterested, turned and strode away. Behind him was the crash of metal and the ground. My father just turned his head carelessly, but his hands were shaking. The child stood up, thinking about his father's indifferent eyes just now, and two lines of tears inexplicably slipped across his cheeks. One step, two steps, three steps ... Father's footsteps are still firm.

16 years old.

In the auditorium, the little boy stepped onto the platform surrounded by the crowd. I hold the trophy high again and cheer again. Holding the honor tightly, the child struggled to find his father under the constant flashing of the flash. He was the only one in the crowd and only one in the audience. For a moment, the auditorium seemed empty, only the child and his father looked at each other. Still so indifferent, still so disdainful. My father's empty eyes eclipsed the radiant trophy. He stood up, walked to his son, grabbed the trophy without hesitation and gave it to the teacher backstage. Two lines of tears flowed down involuntarily again, one step, two steps, three steps ... Father's footsteps remained firm.

Yesterday.

At the school gate, a young man said goodbye to his father. No greetings, no comfort, no hugs, no words. Looking straight at my father, his wrinkles deepened and some gray was added to his black hair. Tears swirled in my eyes, repressed. In the blur, there is also a little light in my father's indifferent eyes. The trembling hand reached out to his son, stopped in mid-air and shrank back. Pointing to the door, my father turned around again and did not move. Looking at my father's distant back. Near the corner, the father stopped, looked back and saw his son. The young man stared at his father, too, and the uncontrollable tears finally flowed down. Silence, the heart is so warm, one step, two steps, three steps. ...

Today.

In the examination room. There is a child who writes about silent fatherly love, and his heart is full of gratitude and pride.

My father, his feelings are like delicate autumn rain and soft spring breeze, without ups and downs, just indifferent and silent.

Silent fatherly love-I am very grateful.

In 2007, Fujian college entrance examination scored a perfect composition;

season

It's not late autumn yet, and the forest is full of fallen leaves. Humanity "it's a cool autumn", but Lao Gen is boiling water in his stomach.

After smoking a pack of cigarettes, Laogen looked at the small root beside the sweet potato and said, "Baby, we can go to school tomorrow. You should study hard in the future, take the college entrance examination and immigrate in the future. Don't be worthless here all your life! " Small eyes lit up and didn't make any noise.

In the early morning, birds are singing everywhere in the Woods, as if to bid farewell to friends for many years. Lao Gen led Xiao Gen and took a bus to the county seat with his bag on his back. A fallen leaf quietly fell into Xiaogen's bag and stayed for a while.

Xiaogen studied in a private high school, not only the teaching quality was poor, but also the tuition was expensive, but he failed in the senior high school entrance examination. Watching my father take out a pile of crumpled bills and give them to the teacher, my heart was sour, but my mind was clear, and I always told myself that I must study hard and live up to the teacher's expectations. It's still autumn.

The birds in the Woods are singing more happily, and the old roots are sweeping the leaves. He smiles as soon as he sweeps his face, as if it were not leaves, but his son's report card.

Xiaogen sends letters home every month, lest Laogen worry that he is lonely at home alone. By the way, report your monthly exam results and tell your father that your son can do it.

Spring has come, a year has passed, and Xiaogen has to set foot on the road to school again, but the tuition has not yet settled. As the school day approaches, Lao Gen has been running around in relatives' homes, hoping to borrow enough money to pay his son's tuition. Xiaogen still went to school, but his heart ached on the way. This is a spring that almost snows.

Lao Gen received six more letters and was preparing to cook sweet potato porridge for his returning son, but he received the seventh letter. Xiaogen dropped out of school to work. Lao Gen looked at the letter with red eyes. "Dad, it doesn't matter whether I go to college or not. The important thing is that I can't let you suffer any more, or I will regret it all my life. " This is a summer without cicadas. No one dares to disturb Lao Gen because there is fire in his eyes.

Xiaogen really went to work, but because of his inexperience, he was almost cheated into "pyramid selling". It was the second autumn, and he returned to the Woods with his bag. After two months of hard work, he only brought back two lines of tears.

This autumn is different. There are no fallen leaves in the Woods. Xiaogen left and went to school with the tuition-free notice issued by the school. He believes that next summer will be cool and pleasant.

season

I miss the past, and the four seasons always sing like songs. When spring comes, there will be a scene of "peach withering"; When summer comes, there will be the vitality of "Xiao He just shows his horns"; As autumn approaches, there will be a poetic feeling of "a crane walking on the clouds in a clear sky"; When winter comes, there will be a charm of "the window contains autumn snow in Xiling for thousands of miles"

What kind of fun and what kind of life?

With you in the four seasons, the road of life is colorful, bees are busy dancing butterflies and flowers are everywhere.

What about now?

Tall buildings rise from the ground, and grass in spring has no place to stand; The land is cemented, and there is no flowing river bed in summer streams; Cleaners sweep frequently, and autumn leaves have no roots; There are more people sweeping snow, and there is no melting house in winter snow.

There are more chimneys in the factory, more trees are tall and straight, the avenue in the mountain is wide and the path is quiet.

Oh, poor us. Whether it is cold or hot, office workers always have air conditioners to adjust the indoor temperature. The office seems to be called "four seasons like spring", but you can't see how dirty the air is inside!

An actor must wear a winter cotton-padded jacket on a hot summer day and smile at the camera, looking "very warm". It's obviously snowing outside, and she has to wear cool summer clothes to perform on stage to show the taste of summer.

Poor man!

Season, so it is out of place with them. Seasons are hard to get close to them, but some of them spread out the seasons with a wave of their hands.

Some people pursue wealth, status and fame, so they hate the four seasons. All the year round, as long as you can wear a suit, pay attention to yourself. These people are the people that the season should abandon!

However, the vast majority of people are poor. They like the four seasons, but there is no time to meet and play with them on the work schedule. They were forced to leave this season.

Can you not pity them?

When will there be a time like Li Qingzhao and her friends "fighting for crossing, fighting for crossing and opening a beach of gulls and herons"? When will I have the opportunity to go to Yuanye Bridge to enjoy the coolness of "no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle"?

Cities were built one after another. Why not leave a space for the season in the city? Don't just let the season pass in the rice fields, but also let the season accompany people in the city.

Miss the past and look forward to tomorrow. I hope that tomorrow, this season will take root, sprout, blossom and sing like a song in the city.

Excellent Composition of Hubei College Entrance Examination in 2007 "Excellent Composition of Hubei College Entrance Examination in 2007:

Return to the origin of mother tongue

How carefree it is to sip green tea at the beginning of the Hua Deng and gently slide your fingertips over the yellowed Book of Songs!

At the beginning of the rain, the heart is clear, and it is so hearty to savor the words of Song Ci!

Whether it is the tenderness in "The White Dew is Frost" or the heroism in "A Man of Eternal Romance Separated by a River", it is the beauty and enjoyment brought by the mother tongue.

We should stay away from the impetuousness of multiculturalism and return to the origin of our mother tongue, so that our souls can be more natural.

Mother tongue is our first language, which nourishes the soul like mother's milk. Mother tongue is the foundation of a nation's survival and development, and it is the constant motive force of a country. In this chaotic era, we began to advocate trendy loanwords, and the sounds of "cool" and "kawaii" came into our ears, while the most traditional and abundant mother tongue faded out of our sight. We began to apply for TOEFL IELTS in droves, and the registration team meandered for tens of meters, but the mother tongue proficiency test rarely appeared.

I can't help wondering, what happened to our mother tongue? How should we treat our mother tongue? Stay away from impetuousness and return to our mother tongue, and we will inherit a long history of Chinese culture. Carrying the banner of national rejuvenation, the younger generation of so hard to forget's own mother tongue?

A key university in Wuhan once stipulated that graduate students must recite The Analects of Confucius and Laozi, because this ancient text, though seemingly abstruse, contains the essence of Confucianism and Taoism, and has received rave reviews.

Only by truly mastering the mother tongue and returning to the mother tongue classics can the fire of culture be passed down from generation to generation.

Stay away from impetuousness and return to our mother tongue, and our souls will be more substantial and beautiful. Chu Ci in Pre-Qin Dynasty, Yuefu Shuang Bao in Wei and Jin Dynasties, elegant poetry in Tang and Song Dynasties, and novels and essays in Ming and Qing Dynasties are all constantly injecting nutrition into the spirit. The sage who is "green and proud, carefree in my heart" is thirsty; "I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval"; The ambition of "a blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise, and the sideburns in the mirror have long faded" is hard to pay; The magnificent scenery of "Cangshan negative, bright candle south" is deeply imprinted in the depths of our souls.

Stay away from impetuousness, return to your mother tongue and keep up with the rhythm of the times. The rapid development of China is showing the world a brand-new look. It shows that more and more developing countries have increased their efforts to promote Chinese learning, and in France, Chinese will become the third elective language. Then, as descendants of the Chinese people, should we pay more attention to the study of our mother tongue? Learning mother tongue can promote the study of foreign culture, integrate into the global trend, look to the future and explore the past and present.

Return to your mother tongue, inherit culture, improve your soul and keep pace with the times! Open the impetuous dark clouds, and the mother tongue will show a clear sky!

Selected Excellent Full-Score Compositions of Jiangsu College Entrance Examination in 2007

Miss the sky (1)

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.