Dragon
sun has not conceived, I am a person walking in the street outside the home, there are many streets already busy people.
very close to my home from the beach, I knew they came there. The morning sea of exceptional beauty, and very mysterious. Walked on the beach, suddenly found in front of a person, I tiptoed over to see the original was a little girl. I saw the little girl towards the sea stood still, her hands clasped together, a pair of beautiful and sad eyes seemed to be waiting for something. I did not disturb her, but gently passed her to continue a walk ... ...
every day I walk, and has developed a habit. Successive days, whenever I went to the beach, there will always see the little girl. I was surprised by intends to ask what she was doing.
So I went to her and say: and other sunrise it? to the phrase - 'the rising sun against the promise of just their own desire, that desire can be achieved'. Since then, I called every day here waiting for the sunrise, and then promised their wishes. a little girl, I was surprised: This is what a filial girl ah! I hope she wishes to achieve!
I stood in silence along with the little girl waiting for sunrise. Recall the scene to see the sunrise, that first time, my heart can not help but be filled with emotion. Side of the little girl is still with folded hands, very quietly, reverently watching the other side of the sea.
Gradually, the sun smiled, the red light shining on the little girl's face, the little girl's face is like a beautiful flower in full bloom. At this time the little girl very happy, I saw her and gently close your eyes, mouth issued softly. I know she is at a wish, so, I also heart silently make a wish: I hope that little girl's mother gets well soon.
After that, I and the little girl walking along the way home. On the way, the little girl said to me: , my heart is sweet, I once again silently in my heart for her and her mother wishes.
Several days later, when I once again to the beach when the girl was pleased to tell me: At this time, the golden sunlight on the beach, light in the girl's face, shiny red little girl's body, become more beautiful little girl!
Comments:
This is a beautiful prose with notes based. The paper has the following advantages: 1. The 2. Figures contrast with the scene description. With pure and beautiful soul girl. 3. The use of dialogue, characterization described, highlighting the personality traits. In this paper, bedding and care of through the account of the development of the plot, suggesting that the subject of the article.
2. Love, the original at your fingertips (narrative prose) (Fujian) Longyan II Literary Society Ling Lin Ling Hu
rain, tilted plunging down. Constantly in front of mist disperses and was breathing more difficult.
rain is very heavy today, but it must not stop the pace of my visit Grandma. A door, in monochrome threw herself into my eyes - pale sheets, bedding pale, pale face. A few days gone, the wrinkles on her grandmother Shuangbin has increased, thirsty lips up and down flaring Weibi eyes slowly open, revealing a hint of mouth seemed to smile. Suddenly, my eyes rose a thin layer of fog, constantly pouring out. She opened her lips lack of water, gently calling my name. Want to sit on Grandma's bed, but I could not bend over, the pressure of the room, really good heavy. She has seen Nenpi out a pair of pale hands, twitching his lips made me sit down. Suddenly, his eyes mist spread. But I strongly hold back, let the tears that fail to live up to the outflow. The spring sun slanting into the room, to house all coated with a touch of warm, like most of my grandmother's hand, warm and soft. Very bright corner of the flowers, they smile is one blooming pray for Grandma!
room, filled with flowers. I asked my grandmother: Yes ah, love the Harbor House, the home is the heart to rely on, home is never a strange place. The doctor came in asking her grandmother's condition. Mother told doctors her grandmother had dropped, a doctor said nothing, went away, probably is that the old man was too careless of it! When he left, my mother gently in my ear tell me that it was a grandmother because I did not hold a fall ... ... I was shocked, looking at the corner of the flowers, as if every one that flowers are blooming in the Zhang shouted his mouth: you're the sinner! Sinner! Sinner ... ... seems to read my grandmother's mind, insisted on the right hand bed, struggling to Ceguo body, slowly raised his left hand, gently stroking my hand. A powerful warmth into my palms, and travel around the body. I looked up, looked at the IV bottle, the bottle of medicine along with the tears, Tears across the cheeks, flowing into the atrium, salty, Sese ... ...
home, alone in bed, I recall the case of the hospital, my eyes fixed in the ceiling, his mind a blank, like bed sheets, such as bedding, like my grandmother's face goes pale. Grandma because I was admitted to the hospital! All in all, all because of me! Everything is my fault!
a person cranky in my time, my mother a grandmother to do the rice, let me Grandmother. To the hospital, entered the ward. Grandma saw only one person throughout the ward, I called out, her grandmother, the sound echoed in the empty room. Grandma hear me cry, slowly turned around. Originally Weibi eyes open, and locked the brow unfold. Her lips curled slightly, his eyes filled with tears of love. I put food on her grandmother's bedside. We no longer speak, the room only to eat the grandmother's voice. Pale room, pale face. No sweet voice, nor the call of family, she stayed one night to the room it? Corner of the flowers is so spirit is in the care of their grandmother, or their grandmother in the care of it? Grandma after dinner, finishing a good lunch and told me to go home. Grandma obviously faster walk, still insist on sending me to the elevator limped to the door. I have tears in his eyes, kept his head down, do not want to shed tears that she saw the moment. Just before leaving, I gently said something: The moment the elevator door, I saw my grandmother was an even brighter smile than carnations.
the way home, my mind kept imagining my grandmother stumbled back to the room scene. Footsteps of her limp, must be the most harmonious music of the hospital now! Heart care, warm and strong. Storm, street video stores began giving faint voice: you are standing in the warm winter left me, loneliness weathered litter in your arms. Landscape in the walk of life, when alone I look back, your love is always waiting not far away.
love, the original at your fingertips.
Comment:
this hospital by her grandmother after Narrations The carnation is not only render the text a warm atmosphere, and the grandmother was a symbol of the beauty of the flower blooming mind. Grandma hobbled to send 3. In order to upgrade the writing dream 【】 【】 Gao Yang School of Fujian Yu Rentao
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from small to large in my heart there is a great and difficult to complete the dream - to become a table tennis player.
To my mind that a great dream, I do not know how much time and sweat to practice their skills.
I was very young, it just had a strong interest in table tennis. I often saw on television a ball, jumping between the two players that are hard to name the two players do not want to let the other party received. Listening to the other side of the ball in the ball on the table jump, side jump of ping-pong sound, do not mention how happy I am.
the first time from my mother bought me a tennis racket, I started one hour of tennis every day life. At the time, I order to be a real struggle with the tennis player. At that time I kept the game savvy than I to learn how to spike, pull the ball and the ball spin.
at the time, I do not know the elbow is table, which touched down hundreds or thousands. However, no matter how hard I have not given up the dream - to become a real tennis player.
, however, did not last long, entering junior middle schools, the subjects that I spent more time on the practice table tennis reduced a lot, the day, most can only practice half an hour. But there is also a benefit promoted to junior high school, junior high school students is very much like to play table tennis. In the first two days and three days of the boys had many masters, I can learn some skills from them.
Anyway, my mind a dream that will never change. I want to share your heart, dreams and work hard. I believe it, I will succeed!
【Comments】
teachers, although little of its own described in the text The language of the article appeared to be very immature. E piano
ancestral composition】 【upgraded to the dream
from small to large, my mind there is a great dream - to become a tennis player.
when I was very, very small, often staring at the television on, watching the athletes table, watching the ball bounce on the table. I often think: how they matter, all adults, but also as a small ball hard. Gradually, I found them very powerful: they pace when the fast slowly, hours before the time after; the beat of the ball, suddenly before suddenly, the high and sometimes low, with the crisp ping-pong sound, so beautiful, simply is the sound of nature. Since then, I will be a keen interest in table tennis, and fell in love with it.
mother let me have their own tennis rackets. I remember my mother took over the racket from the time of oath:
to the hearts of this great dream, I try to forward, even pay more time and sweat, and I willingly.
That summer day at noon, in order to consolidate the spike skills, and I under the scorching sun to the school table tennis.
one person on my campus, crisp bird call and become my partner. I have worked tirelessly to spike, picking, elbow table, which is touched by hundreds of thousands, I have completely ignored, only more and more aware of their spike along.
accompanied by the setting sun, I dragged his exhausted body the pleasant home, bed down and sleep. Mother's screams woke me up, my arm had a blister. Mom TOUGH, give me an ultimatum - Do not go out at noon on practice.
Now, I am already a junior high school students, the subjects that I spent more time on the tennis had been reduced. In order to more effectively train, I often
Anyway, I share the dream mind will not fade. I will be their struggle and efforts. I believe it, I will succeed! 4. Not only is the two cents (narrative prose)】 【Jiangsu Shu school three days (13) Class Li Xiang
noon, after class, the accompanying study to copy data.
copy information from the copier spits out one by one, the students also took out a dollar in his pocket and handed boss. the two cents, and gave the students.
Students did not say anything, the money readily into the pocket, took the copy of the data, turned away. I quickly followed.
Rocket dime across the arc, reflecting the one sun, deep into the trash. The other one were he throws high and hard kick kick.
I sigh, thinking of the boss when the stubborn just find the money, think of grocery shopping when the vegetable vendors are a few cents due to a dispute, but also think of asphalt in the cutout from the fifth of overseas money, not only for the national emblem downtrodden move ... ...
the students, you just throw away the two cents it?
Comment:
closely this life, daily life, contemporary high school students select a scene, a reflection of some students is not the right idea: do not cherish the hard-earned money earned by the hard work of their parents, they would rather change wasted, do not want to do something meaningful. Beginning of the article clear,Bailey UGG boots, concise, thought-provoking ending. The wording to Seeing, worth learning from.
5. the scene of the school gate (Narrative narrative) in Jiangxi Province, South City II Literary Society Di Xu 2 Wang Yujuan
started this rapid change in the memory under the seal of always that memorable India scenes, in my mind, so deep down the Indian scene.
It was a school division, I am with the students moving slowly with the crowd out of school. One out of school, and I saw a ragged child. He took the bowl and Bangui in the ground begging. Seeing this, I could not help zheng zhu was: Why did the kids got to the point: is not he is broken up, had to come out to beg? Is it because the parents do not want him, no way out to beg? ... ... Suddenly, some students pushed me out, I then woke up. Watching the poor child, hand instinctively reached into his pocket, the only three dollars and gave it to him.
night, surrounded by silence, I lay in bed tossing and turning, my heart is still thinking about who a child, but her mother whenever she had to say: there are many liars in society, some people for money, and even their own children disguised as a beggar to beg. Later, these people getting rich up at home, and some went so far covered a small Western-style house, bought a car, but their children may be infected with the abduction of the habit. Thought here, I am very angry that the parents do not know that money is not everything it? Once embarked on the crooked road a child is difficult to restore the it!
next morning, I have not met the child again, but the front has always emerged out of his miserable face. He may go somewhere else to beg, but I sincerely hope that his future will not beg,UGG boots cheap, like us, carrying a school bag to school, like all of us can live a happy life. I would also like to call attention to those beggars, whether they are real or make-up, but ah, after all, innocent children. Save those innocent child! Ignorance of the parents, if your heart there is a trace of conscience, then quickly stop your stupid kind of inhuman action!
ah, the lonely and helpless in front of the school children, and I hope you can be happy again. The school gate of this scene will be forever seared in my memory depths.
Comment: This track narrative essay can be seen at the school gate their own thing, the performance of their children for begging for sympathy and love, described more clearly, compared sincere emotion is a good articles assignments. (Language teacher: Tan Chunxia)
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6. I know the value of friendship (narrative prose) in Jiangxi Province, South City II who started 4 Xu Di Fang Literary Society
saying goes: inevitably will have trouble.
It happened on a Thursday afternoon, the third unit of mathematics examination to have an additional questions require simple algorithm calculates the answer. I answered, this is not easy? Forty times twenty is not equal to four hundred and eighty it? Haha,UGG boots clearance, I easily counted out. After the exam, I had an exchange of the volume, and then look for the answers friends Deng Audi. However, she said the answer is eight hundred and forty. I told her contemptuously: After few days, we were estranged.
mathematics examination paper until finally issued, we glanced at each other one. I thought: Well, soon becomes evident, and a moment to see who blush! However, when my papers sent down, I transfixed, additional problems there, was actually a big red cross, exceedingly strange, how do I go wrong? But a closer look, I'm almost to tears, and how do I put the original So how do I effect? At this time, I turned to Deng Audi, Audi saw Deng smiled at me, showing elation, made me a good no face.
has passed a few days and we were still not good, but I have some help, and want her well. Look at her, from her eyes, I saw her there are some can not help with me and a good meaning.
few days later, I finally, one day after school, my hand on Deng Audi shoulders, turned her head, we both laughed. At this time, I said; a cherished friendship.
Comment: This coursework and the students write their odds of things, more clearly remember what happened, and some description is still relatively lively, vivid, is a good chapter exercises. (Language teacher: Miss Yin Love)
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7. Catch the chicken (Narrative narrative) in Jiangxi Province, South City II who started Xu Di Literary Society 7 YE
day, I was immersed in the martial arts in the house, he heard his mother call me to catch the chicken. I heard music, and thought:
chicken saw me coming, run away. I heard the Shaolin Temple, I saw, emergency, and quickly resorted to extremely dodge - dodge water drift, and quickly caught up. Although it is bloated, and ran up really bad. I hasten to skill up to Jiucheng, Because the chicken was running too fast, not brake, all of a sudden hit my leg. Before I could react, it is wings for a shot,
I looked, laughed: Atta boy, when will you learn my effort went. Well, I did not Zhengchou opponents like, and we really equal skill, the event was good, Come, come, so we battle three hundred rounds!
I put a rolled sleeves, three small catch Sixteenth Street then shot, and , Zhao Zhao fatal. So I thirty-six way full so over, but did not grasp the root feathers. Qiqiaoshengyan instrument allows me angry. Thought: a stick, and threw out a group of The I Chouzhunshiji, a move
saw its eyes over the pages, legs Yi Deng, then not save
chicken is really interesting to catch it!
Comment: This (Language teacher: Tan Chunxia)
8. A sorry thing (Narrative narrative)
Jiangxi Province, South City II, who started the literary society 6 Xu Di Huang Youming
childhood colorful, full of fun in this world I'm happy, I'm happy. But when I was seven done something wrong, and I regret it, but I was very guilty.
that was in when I was seven, the day the end of lunar month, which is New Year's Eve, as well as day for the New Year. I am looking forward to. Did not sleep well at night sleep.
early firecrackers to ring in one, to the Spring Festival. I get up first thing to wear new clothes. After breakfast, I'm going to my father, my mother put some money to me. Mom and Dad gave me a total of hundred dollars, twenty dollars five brand new, my mother also used a red paper wrap. Mama told me not to spend money, do not buy knives, guns and the like dangerous toys, but I simply did not my mother, then seriously, go on happily take to the streets. To the road, the first thing that catches the eye is a variety of things. Dao Chuguang I was shopping. I see a very nice machine guns, to buy down, with seventeen dollars and I also bought two dollars for bullets. I have many small partners to buy a gun, I play with them, we play police thief games. Later, when my turn Zeitou, other thieves are caught, they will soon catch me, I panic, flew at me in the face of the At this time, we panic, and saw that the We are scared cried. Fortunately,bailey UGG boots, there were a man in the side, he picked it up,
emergency treatment by a doctor, that the Learned it! All these are the words I heard the result of my mother, I wrote in his diary: . I'm sure there is no next time! write a (Language teacher: Ning Liling)
9. The first time have some money (Narrative narrative) in Jiangxi Province, South City II Literary Society Di Xu Yao
two days of a single term for many people some money it is not strange, because they can each year from birth to get some money, but I was different. I was a kid, my parents said I was too young, to the do not know how to spend, so they did not give me.
the first time I have some money in my seven years old, then I just go to school, and outstanding, so the first time my mother gave me some money.
still clearly remember the day is New Year's Eve, families are posted in front of their own couplets, firecrackers to welcome the New Year. Neighborhood kids set off firecrackers in front of my house to play, see them in the hands of lucky money, inevitably some sadness in my heart, after all he has never been given some money. I sad to eat something, when I was in the packages in the food, the mother suddenly asked me, smiling: , from her wallet out of a stack of neatly folded notes, from notes taken out five pairs I said: did not get some money a few years. This New Year's money first to study in you from birth has never won some money, see you sad I felt very guilty, the second was a student in your final exam this year, the class first, before for you. you want in the right way to use the fifty dollars, do not always think to play and eat, you have to take care of them. A Tarzan, I thought to myself this and makes fifty dollars for me, has a kind of profound significance.
mother gave me fifty dollars lucky money, which means the fifty yuan is mine. I decided to do as mother says. I did not use some money to buy toys, snacks to eat, but with some money to pay the next semester. I think I have so much parenting is not easy, they should not be again for money. I should have the ability to do their share of their burden, the parents make a considerate boy.
as Zhousu Shan said: Comment: This essay written exam the first time have some money of their own course and feel more clearly narrative, and finally a reference and discussion of the method can reveal the subject of the article, yes. (Language teacher: Ao Weiguo
10. Spider webs (tilting narrative) in Jiangxi Province, South City II who started the literary society 7 Xu Di Gao Kai Ling
storm is over, a golden sun dipped into the woods. lovely green leaves, I find it a pleasure to walk in the avenue, I suddenly saw a black branch hanging something closer inspection, turned out to be a little spider, it is weaving its net.
I think it probably was just a burst of heavy rain, washed out a thick spider web, so thin spider lost Root slender wire hanging in the air, silk top tied in a branch, silk bowed legs attached to a small hole, with eight claws kept paddling, and that also continue to extend the wire . Oh, the spider is the first fall following a number of branches, the filaments fixed, and then quickly back down the trunk of the Okanagan high branches, and then jump, it will not hurt too much, because then the second wire has long roots came out from the hole, it falls firmly on the branches, then the third root, fourth root ... ... .. Soon, it's
I stared at the spider, looking at it constantly weaving, can not help but pity the spider came from. I think, make a spider web, really easy! to climb, to be vacant, and really like acrobatics performing it, how hard ah. I kept thinking, to step back. Then a sparrow suddenly dash across the branches down, what crashed through the net, and also took a large spiders a lot of time to knot up the mesh..
looking at the broken net, watching the small spiders, I really hate the sparrow. watching the sparrows fly away with a spider web, as met with a whole body is swelling on the skin of the toad, so disgusting and annoying..
a sparrow flies, small spiders and patiently weaving nets, the organization was faster and better. At this time, carrying bamboo poles Wenwen , shouted at me: In the spider web, spider and spoil the whole. one after another setback, the mites may be discouraged and lose the courage to continue weaving, and I could not bear to watch any more, went home with regret.
The next morning, passing through the woods, came to see spiders, I was surprised to find the weak spider web is so big, so close, so good. I stared at, looked at the soul Yi Chan: how great ah the little creatures! spiders are small, but his not afraid of difficulties, the spirit of hard struggle, do not deserve our praise and learn you?
Comment: fear of spiders of frustration, tenacity woven mesh, never giving a concrete description, can write a sense of distress, can be described based on the discussions, the lyric is good writing articles. (language teacher: Tan Chunxia)
11. Fishing
morning, sunny, cloudless, my father and I happily took the fishing rod, fish barrels to fish in the pond.
we came to the pond, a green pond Yin grass, the grass was covered with colorful flowers, tall trees, it is very beautiful. crystal clear water in the pond, which the fish swim, lively and lovely. to see so many fish in my heart itch to wait to say: . bait cut through the water, submersion in water, the water thrown up a circle of silver ripples. But after a while child, my fishing line motionless, bucket or empty, I am a little frustrated, and thought: Go back to watch TV, anyway catch none. I father said: with. After a child, my father really did not expect a nice plump carp angling. I was very happy, up go and Dad busy, carefully remove the hook, the fish into the bucket. Dad Dad smiled and said: for a long time, I finally saw the child floating ups and downs, I know this is certainly a fish hook, and I am both excited and nervous, I put up a hard rod pull rod is bent did not expect, I thought: Fish is certainly not small. quickly shouted: Fishing, fish in the water channeling East fled west, struggling with, not a few minutes, then turned over the white belly, floating on the water, floating into my prisoner. My father would net a net, put It Network in the ranks, one that more than a full jin. I danced for joy, kept saying: do anything, we must seriously and not half-hearted.
12. child, the child
the world, there are two children, a rich people's kids in town, a rural
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