The promenade of Linxia East Suburb Park constitutes the feeling of reading.

Swimming in the ocean of learning, I only take the clearest one; After falling, I only have the warmest touch; Burning red leaves, I only pick up the most beautiful one; In the long life, I only pick the most important thing-sentiment. There is a sweet feeling in my heart under the faint sky. I know. Literature gave it to me. I searched behind Li Bai and Du Fu, "Oh, how can I solemnly bow and scrape to those high-ranking officials whose sincere faces will never be seen?" I meditated on the scars of Su Shi and Yue Fei. "Don't wait, the boy's head is white and sad." Accustomed to reveling in the literati's pen and ink, as if that is the self. I vaguely heard the poet Li Bai drinking wine to the sky, and I couldn't help feeling sad for the woman leaning against the window alone, because she was thinner than Huang Hua. Those words, those words, the flowers and trees between heaven and earth, are magnificent or quiet; Or vivid, or colorful ... I suddenly realized: what a gorgeous world this is, let me taste its melody, observe its color and realize its true meaning. Traveling in the ocean of learning makes me hungry. Jonathan Lee sang: "I came and went in a hurry and was busy for my own ideals." I can always hear that in the quiet campus corridor, we are arguing with the teacher about a topic; On such a big campus, you can always hear the sound of books. In the morning, we are greeted by the first ray of sunshine in the morning; In the evening, the light is full of bright moon. In the sea of knowledge, I built a boat with suffering. Suddenly realized: on the way of growing up, I swam in the ocean of learning, and I let go of my dreams. There is a play on the stage. It suddenly occurred to me that I am no longer fascinated by the graceful posture of a dramatic actor, nor am I satisfied with the long and sonorous singing. Mind, thinking. I thought about the words and deeds of the characters in the play; Think about the loyalty behind the lyrics, and the blood and tears are bitter. Black-faced Bao Gong denounced Chen Shimei and played a song of justice. Old Tang Xuanzong couldn't sleep alone, and sang a song "Wu Tongyu" lightly ... I followed the people in the play with mixed feelings of sadness and joy, and I thought about the warmth and coldness of human feelings; I followed the melancholy sigh in the play and thought about the prosperity of the world. Suddenly realized: it is also a world. Drama is like life, there is no rehearsal in life, and every day is live broadcast. Wandering in the ocean of learning and feeling life. Tao is Lang Lang Gan Kun. Seeing the clouds rolling and the clouds relaxing, a feeling is written in Wan Li. Tao is the sun and moon, enjoying flowers and falling flowers, a kind of feeling, telling the story of life. Looking out of the window, the sky is clear. Expert comment: This article is characterized by beautiful sentences, and a group of parallelism at the beginning brings readers into a quiet and warm realm, which is most suitable for the theme of "love". The author describes his swimming in the ocean of learning from three aspects: hunger, flying dream and feelings about life. The structure is neat and the writing is smooth. At the end of the city, there is no bustling market, no shining neon lights; At the end of the city, there are only weather-beaten dilapidated shanty towns; At the end of the city, there are a group of people like them. What should I call them? Children of migrant workers? Farmers' children? Or the second generation of migrant workers? No, I don't want to call them by these cold names. I want to call them with their simple baby names, hold their hands and approach their lives ... they grew up in the green mountains and green waters of their hometown, and their pure souls held their heads high in the fields. In the wind of Shan Ye, they are running and dreaming. The wind blew into the city from the fields. For their livelihood and future, they followed their parents to the city and took root at the end of the city. So I got used to the eyes of green mountains and green waters, and came into contact with tall buildings and traffic for the first time. They don't know how to cross the six-lane road, and their little hands can't tell the floors of the office building. Prosperous modern civilization has never brought them any happiness, but this time, it has left a deep imprint on their hearts. They took up their schoolbags and carefully integrated into city life. But in the strange eyes of "city people", I understood the difference between hukou and temporary residence permit for the first time. Are the treasures in parents' hearts! But prematurely assumed the burden that does not belong to this era. When they come home from school, they cook a simple dinner, and their parents are still working at the construction site or the food market; Wake up in the middle of the night, the starry sky in the city is not as bright as my tearful hometown; Make a wish quietly, hoping that their children's primary school of migrant workers will not close down tomorrow because they can't pay the electricity bill ... but I saw their growth in their growing bodies. I remember a reporter asked a child from a migrant children's school if he would go back to his hometown after graduation. The little girl said without hesitation: Of course, he must go back! At that moment, I almost cried for their growth. I remember their childish declaration on the Spring Festival Evening that year: "Our school is small, but its grades are not bad", "We don't compare with children in the city" and "Beijing's 2008 is also our 2008!" They gradually matured, bid farewell to yesterday's shyness and began to welcome a new day. Although, they are still worried about small tuition fees; Although, the school still can't afford to pay the utilities; Although, there are still many imperfect systems ... although there are many "although", only one "but" is enough. Many eyes have turned to them, and they are thriving. The sun rises from the horizon, illuminating the end of the city and their lives. They will eventually become us. Marking teacher's comments: Full-mark composition has five advantages. First, the composition truly depicts the living conditions of migrant workers' children, from the unnatural and unsuitable experience from rural areas to cities to the gradual maturity of their mentality, which makes people feel like a real group; Secondly, the composition is written smoothly, which shows that the candidates have accumulated a certain amount of reading, but they have not shown off, properly expressed their emotions and horizons, and the words and themes are well coordinated; Third, on the whole, the composition expresses the author's sympathy, concern and expectation for his peers, and also reflects the requirements of the composition topic. Fourth, the description of this article is very delicate. "Little finger can't count how many floors there are in an office building"; Finally, the article focuses on the changes of migrant workers' children. "They will eventually become us." Candidates did not complain blindly, but wrote changes and hopes.