Please write an article with the title "Hello, hello".

My father is a photojournalist, and my mother loves traveling. Following in their footsteps, I have seen the vast forests and snowfields of the Greater Khingan Mountains, the thousands-mile Gobi Desert in Ordos, and the ancient Yellow River route. ...However, what makes my heart surge most is the Great Wall that stretches on top of the mountains and spans the north and south of the Yellow River.

Hello, the Great Wall that haunts my dreams!

When I was a child, the Great Wall in my father’s camera gave my dreams a magical and magnificent color, the majestic appearance of the dragon, Against the blue sky, surrounded by white clouds. I always wanted to know what it was about, but my father pretended to be mysterious and did not answer, "You will only know who it is when you stand on the Great Wall!" Although he nodded ignorantly, the Great Wall has since awakened my understanding of my ancestors, nation, and people. A sacred emotion for the motherland.

Finally one day, I climbed the Great Wall. Dad captured a shot of me, and it has become a photo that I still cherish. It was the steepest section of the climb. My upturned face was covered with sweat, and my hands and feet were working hard at the same time. It was both cute and somewhat heroic. . This is an unforgettable experience, and it is also the first time that the image of the motherland is exposed on the negative film of my soul.

I stood on the broad city wall, daydreaming to my heart's content; under the vast sky, the ancient city wall stretched across the mountains, with undulating rocks, like a giant gray dragon lying across China. On the earth. Some of the tall castles are like rising warriors looking proudly into the sky; some are like meditating giants, silently facing the sky. This greatness and majesty are the record of life and the witness of history.

I stood on the solid gray wall and shouted from the bottom of my heart: Hello, Great Wall!

The strong wind outside the Great Wall roared with the sound of nature, extending Following the remains of the ancient battlefield, I saw Qi Jiguang guarding the border and Li Zicheng fighting the Qing soldiers at Shanhaiguan. I seemed to see the burning anti-Japanese beacon fire and heard the majestic "March of the Volunteers"...

Hello, my Great Wall! The Great Wall that will never be forgotten!

Reason for full score:

This article was rated as a benchmark sample with full score because of the following advantages:

The subject matter is unique and the writing is extraordinary. The concept is very deliberately pursuing a unique style. The natural scenery from the north and south of the Yangtze River is used as the basis to trigger the cultural attractions that inscribe the national spirit - the Great Wall, an ancient and profound symbol of China, and affectionately experience the true feelings of the descendants of the Yan and Huang Dynasties.

The atmosphere is thick and powerful, showing strength. The solemn language has a tragic generosity.

Sophisticated language and strong expressiveness. The sentence patterns are rich in changes, scattered and intertwined, sometimes urgent, sometimes slow, and the strong lyricism of singing and sighing runs through the beginning and end of the text, showing that the writing skills are beyond those of his peers.

Hello, my beloved dad!

My dad was once a soldier. In my opinion, he treated me like a military uniform that never left my body in the military camp. Turn a blind eye. The relationship between us is so calm that we can't stir up the slightest trace of it. So, as far back as I can remember, I have never said 'hello' to him.

Does he care about me? I don’t know. But I care about him!

On Father's Day before the high school entrance examination, I think I should give my father a gift, which may bring us closer. In joy, as soon as the school bell rang, I rushed out of the school gate and came to a flower shop.

The room was filled with bright flowers and branches, and the flower seller diligently introduced the symbolic meanings of different flowers. I selected a bouquet of tulips that were about to open and wrapped them in a beautiful paper bag lined with stars. I hugged it and ran back home happily.

Dad was reading the newspaper in the living room. I looked at him with the sweetest smile, said "Happy Holidays", and gave me this bouquet of flowers. Dad just turned slightly and asked, 'How much?'

The smile on my face suddenly froze. I knew that he didn't care about the Arabic numerals I said. The lecture was the real content. I stubbornly turned my head away and said coldly, "I don't want to start today's conversation with this!" I desperately vented my grievances and dissatisfaction and threw a handful of flowers to the ground.

I regretted what a stupid decision I had made, and a sadness that I had never experienced before arose spontaneously.

That night, I insisted on returning to school. Because I was so angry, I found out that I didn't bring my schoolbag back when I got to school, so I had to bite the bullet and step into the house again the next day.

Hey, a familiar fragrance! In the vase on the balcony are actually the tulips that I dropped to the ground.

'You are really, so angry. Your dad was holding the tulips and was reluctant to throw them away. The branches were broken and the petals were scattered, but he insisted on surviving..." Mom hasn't stopped talking since I entered the house.

I was suddenly startled, my father actually cared about me!

Tulip was hurt, I was hurt, and so was my father.

At this time, I understood the depth and implicitness of my father's love. It was just the moment when I picked up the tulips, but he could touch my life.

Dear dad, don’t complain about my rudeness. Here, please accept my sincere greetings 'Hello, Dad!'

Reason for full score:

This article is faithful to the original ecology of life and narrates the process in a simple and flat manner. , the embellishment of details, the transformation of time and space, and the reality of the characters open their hearts to readers without modification. The rationality of conflicts and the conciseness and moderation of the text complement each other, arousing the excitement of readers of different ages.

Observe life and understand yourself. From emotional pain to sublimation after understanding, conception and conception are in harmony. The tulip's media function is to integrate the opposition of different emotions into a structural transformation, seamlessly and without flaws.

The plot is smooth and the clues are clear. The setting of emotional clues is affectionate, from indifference to joy, from resentment to anger, from apology to guilt, the true feelings flow into the writing, which is the most highlight of the article.

From Tianli Examination Information Network