Please tell me how to write an essay

1. Composition: Please~~me

Teacher, teacher, I’m sorry, please let me talk about you (Mars text, film and television teachers, please be careful) 2008-06-11 16: 09:17 From: Small disc fans (let’s wait for the second meteor shower next summer) Get out of the way and let me sing about the 1980s (upgraded version) review title: You boring teachers have written a bunch of meaningless songs The useless shit book not only insulted the sincere feelings of our innocent young people, but also destroyed the wishes of those few small trees that should have been swaying in the spring breeze.

Yesterday I watched Lao Liu's "Get Out of the Way, Let Me Sing the Eighties". There was a plot in it: When Lao Liu was in college, an English teacher came to him, and he was very American. Let me tell you, It's no problem whether you go to class or not. Lao Liu believed it. None of the three children in Lao Liu's dormitory passed the CET-4 exam at the end of the year, but Lao Liu passed it. However, in the English final exam that was controlled by an American teacher, all three children passed it, but Lao Liu failed. However, the reason is that Lao Liu's absence from work is too serious.

I just want to talk about some fragments of our school days. We have a class this semester. In the first class of the semester, the teacher said: From now on, we will show a movie to everyone in every class, and then each student will write a review note.

My first thought at the time was that the teacher was too arrogant in class! This class is three consecutive lessons, and it lasts three hours each time. A movie is two hours long (not to mention that sometimes super long movies like "Secret Sun" and "Underground" are shown). I just can't figure it out. What else do you want to talk about in this class? Tomorrow is our last class, and we have to hand in homework - 13 movie viewing notes. There is no doubt that everyone has not finished writing it. The key is that many of my friends have only written one article so far.

In fact, I know and believe that even if they die, they will write out their viewing notes tonight. In fact, I know that many of them have not watched the video, so in order to hand in their homework, they must find some other ways.

So Douban became everyone’s life-saving straw, and everyone referred to it one after another. In fact, I am really looking forward to a very funny situation when the teacher is reading the homework tomorrow, that is, everyone writes movie reviews as if they were born by a mother.

When the teacher assigned the homework, he told us that it was best to write it by hand. What we were afraid of was that people would post it from the Internet. The "good" students all understood the meaning and started writing by hand. The more "innocent" among the "good" students would ask, "Does handwriting get extra points?"

This question is quite serious. I know that the teacher will definitely not answer "extra points" because it makes no sense, but everyone knows what the teacher will think when he reads the homework. One day, classmate X said: Can’t I see it? It was written by a friend of mine! It suddenly occurred to me that classmate L first glued the article from Douban to Word, then printed it out, and then copied it out on square manuscript paper.

When I talk about this incident, I don’t want to blame classmate L at all. I think she was also forced. I just talked about writing movie reviews, not how to write movie reviews.

I still have the same teacher. Before each class, I have to talk about some theory, such as the signifier and the signified, semiotics, psychoanalysis, Oriental studies, Kracauer, etc. Each class is 50 minutes long. Let's do it, and then show everyone a video, and everyone will write according to the teacher's instructions. I really don’t know why we have to use psychoanalysis and Kracauer’s theory to analyze movies. Sometimes I want to cry. I really feel that my intelligence and IQ are not worthy of being in the college and school I attend, because I really can't see Krakauer's connection to the flesh-and-blood characters in the movie.

Movies are for people to watch, and similarly, movie reviews are also for people to watch. I showed my homework to my classmates, and many of them laughed. One laughed, and the others also wanted to read it. I would venture to say that I think the film reviews I wrote bring happiness to others, and more importantly, they Being read by more people is more important than anything else.

Later, I learned another reason why everyone laughed, that is, after reading my film review, everyone felt that someone finally came last in this assignment. They felt that no matter how poorly they wrote, You can't be any worse than me. I know that the words I wrote have no theoretical value.

It has no research significance. The teacher who assigned the homework told us that when they were in school, in the early 1990s, there were many academic journals on film theory. At that time, if someone published a paper in it, it would be a very sensational thing, and everyone would think that writing would be read by others. I'm proud of the article I don't understand.

To put it simply, if an article is published and readers understand it after reading it once, it is not a good article. Yesterday, I had dinner with a senior sister who graduated from graduate school. She told me that one of our senior fellow students, a graduate student of Yu Dan, was very good and published many articles. However, he could not find a job after graduation and now he wants to take a Ph.D.

I am quite disappointed. It turns out that "publishing a lot of articles" has become an important criterion for evaluating whether a student is good or not.

In the past two days, I have been thinking about a question: What is the use of articles written by Kracauer and Freud? Vaguely, I figured out that writing this kind of writing is not completely useless. If you write this kind of article well, you can become a teacher, and then people in the industry will admire you very much, and then you can give lectures. , and tell your students that I once published an article in a certain magazine, and this magazine is not available to anyone.

In fact, once upon a time, I was also a student who wrote such a paper. That year, our teacher assigned a reading report called "Film as Art". To be honest, if the teacher hadn't asked me to read this book, I would never have read it in my life. If I had the time, why couldn't I read "Get Out of the Way, Let Me Sing the Eighties"? Later, I read, read, and wrote a book report, and got extremely high marks.

The students did not understand why such an unreliable student got high marks. I would like to say that when I wrote my book report, I quoted words from "Aesthetic Methodology of Literature and Art", "The Nature of Film", "What is Film" and some books on economics and sociology, so it seems that my paper is full .

Of course, that was something I did when I was a sophomore. In my junior year, I became quite rebellious and my writing style completely changed. Just like what Lao Liu wrote in the book. 2. 600-word composition: Please understand me

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Please understand me

It’s a quiet night, mother, have you fallen asleep soundly? Have you heard your daughter's thousands of words to you? Can you feel your daughter's call to you and look forward to your understanding of me?

I originally thought that growing older would give me a wider space and more friends. Who doesn’t keep a secret in their heart? And this secret can only be contained in the heart of a friend who can talk. But you secretly put an invisible yoke on me, shattering my green dream. I'm just too lonely. I just want to have friends on the way forward. I just want to have happiness and comfort on the way forward. I just want my youth to be embellished with friendship. Can you understand?

Since I was a child, you have treated me like a porcelain doll. You have prepared everything for me, and even done it for me. I am very grateful to you, really, a silent gratitude! However, as I grew up, I found that this had become a shackles, the shackles of maternal love. There has been an unbridgeable gulf between us. I know you don't trust me walking alone, but do you know? I have grown up and am no longer the little girl who followed you around. I can judge right from wrong, and it’s time to have my own space and my own friends. However, many times this has become a frustration. Every time you block me with your pity for parents in the world. Yes, I am speechless. I know how much you dote on me, and I know how hard it is for you to raise me!

But can't you try to understand me? I am not a little flower in the greenhouse, I long for freedom; I long for the sunshine; I long for sucking the fresh air; I long for my youth not to be wasted; I long for my youthful style to fly! Can you understand?

The moon is still so bright, and the stars are still so dazzling. Beautiful star--can you bring my mother's understanding of me?

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I’m so happy today, it’s the final exam. The teacher said, every minute of sweat is equal to gain. I believe it’s time for my harvest. The test paper was handed out and I started working on it immediately. After I finished, I checked it several times from beginning to end. I didn't hand it in until the bell rang. I was both excited and nervous. I quickly checked the answers with my classmates and found that several questions were different. My heart started pounding.

On the way home, I still couldn't calm down. What on earth should I tell my mother? As soon as I entered the house, my mother came up to me with a smile and asked: "How do you feel? Do you know the results?" I pretended to be relaxed and said: "It's pretty good! But the results are not that fast. The teacher hasn't corrected them yet." My mother looked at me doubtfully, as if she didn't believe it, but in the end she didn't say anything. I was secretly glad that I finally escaped.

The next day, I took the report form from the teacher, held my breath and looked at it. The first thing that caught my eye was the word "4". I was dizzy for a while, and then I looked at "94". It’s really over now. It’s really far from what my mother asked for: “Strive for 99, guarantee 98.” I don't know how I got home from school. As soon as I entered the door, I saw my mother looking at me with a smile. When she saw my dejected look, the smile on my face suddenly disappeared. Her face suddenly stretched, her eyes widened, and she asked angrily: " How many points? ""94" Although my voice was as light as a mosquito, my mother still heard it. She picked up the broom leaning against the wall and hit me hard on the vagina. "You're such a loser. Who do I get up early every day for? After a year of hard work, you actually gave me a 94 points. I might as well just crash to death..." After a beating, my mother hugged me and cried bitterly. I stood up and said, "Child, why don't you give your mother a break? Why?" I just cried silently. "Mom, I know you work very hard, but no matter how late you work, you always check my homework when you get home. But you know, I really worked hard.

The night before the exam, I didn't sleep well all night. On the day of the exam, when the exam papers were handed out, my heart almost jumped out of my chest. But the more nervous I was and the more I wanted to do well in the exam, the more I failed. Mom, I am only in the third grade of elementary school. How many exams will I have in the future...|"

It was late at night, the moon and stars were sparse outside the window, and bursts of laughter came into my ears from time to time. , but my heart is very painful... 3. Write an essay with the title "Please forgive me"

Mom, I want to say to you: "I am very grateful to you, and I myself regret it very much. ”

Because, whenever I have a difficult problem that I can’t solve, you are always by my side to guide me and explain it to me over and over again, and sometimes I always feel very impatient. , and yelled at you rudely: "Okay, I get it, I get it. ”

Sometimes, after I have written a composition, you come over and want to see it, but I am always unhappy. I won’t let you see it and say loudly to you: No! I won’t do this again. , I hope you will forgive me!

Sometimes, after I have finished my homework, I will go to the study room to play on the computer from time to time. You ask me to review my homework, but I not only don’t listen, but continue to have fun there. Son. I know you told me not to play with the computer for my own good, but I didn’t listen. Mom, I must have hurt your heart, right? I will stop playing with the computer after finishing my homework or try to play less with it.

Sometimes, when I come home from school on Friday, I always play on the computer first instead of doing my homework. You tell me to finish my homework first and then play on the computer later, because I have to take Cambridge English on Saturday and you are afraid that I will not be able to finish my homework in time. , but I still don’t listen to you.

At this moment, thinking about all the previous situations, I really regret it. I think I should make you a cup of tea to clear your throat. My voice. From now on, I will be obedient, do my homework and review my homework, try not to play with the computer or play as little as possible. I will focus on homework, put study first, and focus on learning all the time. I will listen to you and treat your rude attitude, otherwise, you can give me a good beating! This will make me feel better and I will never yell at you again, nor will I be impatient. Not to mention you are annoying! I want to say to you again: "Mom, thank you for your devotion to me. I am very grateful to you. Please forgive me!" ”

Part 2

My mother is in her 40s, tall, neither fat nor thin, with a few shallow wrinkles on her forehead and a smile often on her face. .

My mother is a kind-hearted person. She has taught me to be honest and to be kind to others. She has cultivated my good character since I was a child.

I remember one thing that I can never forget. . It was like a big fire ball burning the earth. I sat in the room and kept fanning, but the sweat kept rolling down. I said to my mother: "Mom! The weather is so hot, so hot! I want to eat popsicles. Mom said, "Let's go, I'll take you to buy some popsicles." "As I said that, I picked up my wallet.

When I got to the place where I bought popsicles, I picked out the popsicles. My mother took out a 50 yuan bill from her wallet and handed it to the uncle who bought the popsicles. After getting the money, my mother and I hurried home.

When we got home, my mother counted the money and said to herself: "Huh?" That's not right, one pound is 7 yuan, how can I get 45 yuan back? When I heard this, I said happily: "Great!" The person who bought the popsicles was really confused and got an extra 3 yuan. Mom, can you give me the 2 yuan? "My mother glared at me and said angrily: "There is an extra 2 yuan, we should send it back, and we can't take advantage of it! Besides, it’s not easy for people to sell popsicles! "After that, my mother braved the scorching sun and gave 3 yuan to someone.

When I went to bed at night, I lay in bed unable to sleep. Thinking of what happened during the day, I suddenly understood Now, being a human being should start from little things, and you should not do something sorry for others just because of the little convenience in front of you. This incident has taught me a lot. I love my mother and I fight hard. I admire her in my heart.

My mother is thirty-four years old, and she looks young. She has big watery eyes, is tall, and is neither fat nor thin. < /p>

My mother loves me very much and attaches great importance to my study. Some time ago, my English teacher told us that there was a national English competition and she hoped that we could actively participate and show ourselves. After that, I signed up for the English song competition. My mother began to search for songs on the Internet. After she found the songs, she first learned to sing them by herself. After singing, she started to teach me the English version of the song. At that time, she was in the final review stage. , the exam was about to take place, and my mother spared an hour every day to help me practice singing and correct my pronunciation without delaying my review. The hard work paid off, and I successfully passed the preliminary round of the Stadium Branch and the semi-finals of Jinzhou City. , entered the finals of the Liaozhong Division. If the Liaozhong Division can win, I can enter the national finals, which is what I have been looking forward to for a long time. 4. Help me write a 400-word essay on asking you to forgive me