Satisfactory answer, friend, I want to say thank you

Fate, let me meet you in the romantic September of sweet-scented osmanthus, dream. And let me part ways with you in the scorching sun. My friend, in the four spring and autumn days I have been with you, your friendship has made me cherish it even more... It is you who have made my bleak days wonderful. It is you who have made me discover life. The beauty of it. It is you who allow my proud Simon to drive modestly. All in all, let me and you trace the footsteps we walked together with you...

I am a chemical, let me first declare.

My friend Hao is We are a group of chemistry geniuses. We often play together secretly during class. Then, I watched helplessly as I got 59 in chemistry and he got 95. I am the type of nitrate, which is an insoluble salt. Hit me. Since I started studying chemistry, I have never had any reaction to chemistry. Finally one day, Hao Ting said to me seriously: "Jie, you really need to study chemistry seriously.

I tried my best to absorb it from the soil. Nutrients. Waiting to bloom.

Hao would explain the topic to me very seriously. Sometimes I still didn’t understand after explaining it a few times. Can't think of it? "Yes, I can't remember. How about not learning?" By the way, he picked up a book and threw it at his head. At this time, Mr. Hao patiently said to me: "I was wrong. I Say it again. Listen carefully."

I was very moved. It was obviously my fault but I still blamed others

Finally it bloomed, one piece, two pieces, three pieces... and the fragrance suddenly filled my nostrils.

"Jie. I've made great progress. I got more than 80 points in the exam..."

Jie. I want to add you too. Oh, you are only 3 points less than me. .......My tears will always come out of my eyes.

The flowers of youth bloom and fade, which makes me tired but not regretful. The rain and snow in the four seasons make me intoxicated but unable to bear the haggardness. A touch of Rain. A touch of dreams. A touch of study and life. A touch of people, a touch of tears. A touch of years.

On June 14th, we went to the examination room together. Later, we returned home together. We were so pale and powerless in front of time. The only things left were the years of tutoring and the words waving on the tip of our noses. Fragrance. The only thing I can remember is that after crying, Hao gently said to me: "See you after the high school entrance examination."

The flowers bloomed, and the fragrance was fragrant. But I couldn't notice it.

The Beginning of Spring

Xiaoxiao, when you asked me why I didn’t write the memorial book to you, I lied and said I forgot to bring it. Several nights, I sat in front of my desk, biting my pen, trying to write down all the glory of our past four years. I was afraid that you would forget it after a while. But in the past four years, it seemed like we had nothing, we just walked side by side all the way north, and then we didn't say "goodbye", but we were separated by the sky.

We are thirteen years old.

It is March in Yangchun. The calendar says that today is the beginning of spring. You were brought into the classroom by the teacher, "Her name is Xiaoxiao, and she transferred to our school today." You greeted everyone warmly, and I am honored to be your deskmate. You keep talking to me, and I shyly say, I don’t like to talk. You say it’s okay, I say you listen. That year, we were in fifth grade and were about to graduate from elementary school.

We are fourteen years old.

Facing the exam to enter middle school, I kept sweating. Seeing that the exam time is coming, I still have many questions to answer. You threw a note casually, but unfortunately the teacher found it. You never said who the answer was for. The result affected your grades, but you smiled and said: "We can be in the same class again." That year, I hated that it was my selfishness and cowardice that harmed you.

We are fifteen years old.

Your birthday is the seventh day of the seventh lunar month. On that day, you asked me to climb up to the roof and shout loudly: "Mom! I am fifteen years old!" From that moment on, I knew that there was no mother. Children can be so happy too. That year, I felt we were all very lucky.

We are sixteen years old.

In the face of snowflakes, your grades began to drop to the top, while I retreated again and again.

I began to gradually become distant from you, and you told me this spring that you were going to transfer to another school because of your stepmother, and gave me the memory book to fill in. That year, I regretted that I didn’t know how to cherish before losing.

In this year, I am...seventeen years old.

The sadness of parting is like the damp vines on the walls of the library, quietly creeping over the entire campus since the beginning of spring. It doesn't matter, we said, don't cry when you are seventeen!

Today, I went to send you a memorial book, and suddenly I remembered that one spring, you came to me with a heart like poetry and an innocent face. From then on, every beginning of spring, I will feel so sweet and beautiful! I leave my best wishes to those who, like us, are about to part ways and have no time to say "goodbye".

Reason for perfect score

When innocent friendship is frozen into flowing pictures, then the plain true love turns into eternal beauty.

This is an ordinary but peaceful friendship. The ingenious structure adds color to the article, and the fresh, elegant and slightly sad writing style gives readers endless reverie. The whole text has clear ideas, the peace of meeting, the joy of getting to know each other, the joy of getting along, the melancholy of separation... Our hearts are also shaken by the simple and unpretentious words flowing with true feelings in the article. The emotions also bloom happily in the Every romantic beginning of spring.

For Friendship In this quiet night, the frog sat by the river waiting for the arrival of his friends.

Slowly, minute by minute, I finally found a friend - a scorpion. The frog also knew that scorpions are the most poisonous animals in the world, but when it thought of its friends, it didn't care about anything. Then he said: "Are you willing to make friends with me?" Scorpion was shocked, thinking that there were still people in this world who could make friends with me, so he agreed, and the two of them started talking:

Frog: Brother, what are you doing in such a hurry?

Scorpion: I want to find some food to eat (tail flashed).

Frog: Where? Maybe I can help you (I feel happy and scared at the same time).

Scorpion: Just go to the other side (kill two birds with one stone).

Frog: That’s just right, I’ll carry you there! (I knew my situation very well, but for the sake of friendship, I still spoke out).

Scorpion: It was shocked again, and then it seemed to be moved. It was no longer so strong, its eyes softened, and it looked like it was in a relaxed mood, and it slowly climbed up the frog's body. on the back.

The frog swims in the water, and the cold river water is padded back and forth by its strong limbs. The scorpion enjoys it silently. It is almost there, 10 meters, 9 meters, 8 meters, 7 meters... the distance is getting farther and farther. The time is getting shorter, but a scorpion is a scorpion after all. Its evil side is revealed again, and a bad idea reappears in its mind, getting bigger and bigger. In fact, the frog now knows that its fate is uncertain, but it It doesn't want to hurt the scorpion because the scorpion is its only friend. It doesn't want to let go of this friendship and still swims forward.

The end is here, the scorpion’s tail shines again, and the frog just stands there silently, waiting for his friend’s farewell. Just when the scorpion is about to leave, it pricks the frog with its ruthless tail. , the frog pinched the wound with his hand, and just silently endured the pain caused by his friends, thinking to himself, don’t all friends sincerely want to be treated?

However, it died and was taken away by God. It took "friendship" with it.

The frog kept thinking until he died, why was the journey with this friend so long?

Reasons for full marks:

This article is an innovative work with exquisite conception and unique imagination. Using anthropomorphic techniques and the form of fables, this book tells the story of a frog and a scorpion friend talking about friendship. One treats each other sincerely, and the other has ulterior motives. It tells us the truth that "bad friends and fake friends will ruin your future." The intention is profound and has strong practical significance. The plot of this article is ups and downs, exciting, and effectively highlights the main theme.

Sincerity watered the flowers of friendship

Crops need rain and dew to nourish them, and friendship needs to be watered with sincerity.

——Inscription

Meet

I met her at noon on a Sunday, when I was helping in the store. She just got two bags of salt from here, but after a while, she came back again, and shouted: "I found the wrong one, I found the wrong one!" I thought to myself, I found the wrong one and deserved it. Who told you not to count just now? Although I tried not to say it out loud, my face must have looked ugly. I saw her put the money on the counter and said: "Two bags of salt cost one yuan and six cents. My boss gave you five yuan, but you gave me eight yuan and four cents. I want everyone to do this business with you." It would be a big loss." Ah! It turned out that I gave her an extra five yuan, and she came to refund the money. I felt ashamed of what I had just thought, so I sincerely said thank you. She said that there was nothing to be grateful for. The most important thing in life was to be honest and not take advantage of others. While chatting with her, I learned that she and I were in the same school, the same grade, just in different classes. Looking at her retreating back, I knew that a seed had quietly fallen into my heart.

Getting along

When we were divided into classes in the second grade of junior high school, we were assigned to the same class. Once during a physical education class, I accidentally broke my arm. I was advised to rest in bed. How could this be done? What should I do if I miss my homework? As someone who has always been competitive, I firmly disagree. At this time, she came and took the initiative to do all my chores: making meals, washing dishes, making beds, and helping me take notes in class. She seemed to be my nanny, taking good care of me. During that time, my mother was busy with business and had no time to prepare delicious food for me, so she often brought me steamed dumplings filled with meat, which were very delicious. Without her sincere help, I really don't know what I would have done. When you get along with her, all your worries will go away with the wind, and you will feel particularly relaxed and happy. I know that the seed has begun to take root and sprout.

Get to know each other

Since then, we have become good friends who talk about everything. If we have troubles, we will talk to each other; if we encounter problems, we will solve them together; if we achieve success, we will let each other share it. We were inseparable all day long, almost like sisters. Our classmates jokingly called us "Siamese." But after entering the third grade of junior high school, I found that she talked less, was not in good spirits, and her academic performance plummeted. Asked her why, she wouldn't tell. After a period of observation, I found out that she was secretly in love with a boy, but recently, the boy fell in love with another girl. I really wanted to beat that boy up, but reason told me: I can't act recklessly. I must accompany her more, comfort her more, and pull her out of the quagmire as soon as possible. I said to her: "What's there to miss about such a heartless person? It's such a pity to waste so much time on him. If it were me, I would have forgotten all about him, and I wouldn't want to do that." Fool." "What, you call me a fool?" "Yes, you are a complete fool!" I said one word at a time, staring into her eyes. What a word that woke up the dreamer. She changed from her previous sluggishness and became more talkative, laughing, singing and dancing again. Looking at her lively and cheerful look, I know that the flower of friendship watered by our sincerity has finally bloomed.

Brief comment: The young author sticks closely to the topic and skillfully combines sincerity and friendship. He uses personification rhetoric to title "Sincerity Waters the Flowers of Friendship", which successfully narrows the scope of the topic and makes it a success. The cornerstone was laid. Then the carefully crafted inscription is shown. Although the inscription is only one sentence, it uses Bixing techniques to naturally lead to the topic and highlight the center of the writing, which is concise and clear. The main text uses three subtitles and selects three fragments of "meeting", "getting along" and "getting to know each other". In the fragments, there are examples of her treating me sincerely and examples of me sincerely helping her, which reflects the two-way nature of friendship. . There is a related sentence at the end of each fragment, which describes the process of the seeds of friendship from falling into the heart to taking root, sprouting, and then blooming. The material selection of this article is typical and comprehensive, the language is coherent, and the level is clear. Therefore, it was rated as a first-class volume and received full marks.

Thermos bottle controversy

One candidate

Love is the true meaning of life, acceptance is the source of love, and giving is the soul of love. Any acceptance and giving are the cultivation and sublimation of emotions.

In just a few days of attending summer camp during the summer vacation, I fully understood its profound meaning——

When I first arrived, I lived in the same dormitory with a fat girl. Looking at the other party's appearance, I frowned and scoffed. She was "shameless" and made a grand introduction. Being naive, I was a little jealous.

Everything about life in the camp was good, except that filling the hot water bottle was a bit annoying. I looked reluctant - who wants to run around on a hot day! ? But the next morning, I was shocked. The three thermos bottles were full. Could it be - her? No matter what, I was careless and used two bottles without any ceremony. Who told her to be so nosy? I knew it anyway, but someone got there first. I placed the remaining third thermos bottle next to her bed with a clang...

For the next few days, I waited for work and unceremoniously enjoyed the fruits of her hard work. I accepted it with greater peace of mind, and she always had an innocent smile on her face.

One day during the game, she sprained her foot and could only lie on the bed in the dormitory. I lamented that I had won the "first prize" and actually had to help her get water. This young lady is so delicate, how can she do that kind of thing, so... I made up my mind not to pour hot water to see how she did.

Unexpectedly, the next day, three thermos bottles were lined up neatly in front of our bed like guards. They seemed to be bowing and saluting to her, while grinning at me and laughing at me. My heart seemed to be grabbed by someone. Is it shame, regret, or blame? Looking at the chubby figure still lying on the bed, my head was lowered.

I accepted her favor almost despicably, but she was still working hard. A simple act revealed the obscenity of my soul, and I felt so ashamed.

Some people say that giving and receiving are equivalent, and are a kind of savings of people’s emotions. Blindly asking for them will only lead to emotional destruction; I want to say: giving and receiving are two-way, and there is only one side. Your initiative will not be reciprocated by true love. We need sincere devotion from each other's hearts.

The next day, there were two more bright red thermos bottles next to the three thermos bottles in front of our bed: we looked at each other and smiled.

That time, I understood

A candidate

The brilliant flowers, they accepted the baptism of the sun, the moisture of the drizzle, and gave themselves Graceful faces decorate the world; tall and majestic trees, they accept watering from people and blessings from birds, and give their towering green shade in return to their benefactors; gurgling streams, they accept the gift of rain and the dance of fish, I gave my own sweet and clear blood to thank for my creation...

Stop by the stream and watch the long flow of the stream. The gurgling sound seems to be reproaching me; I look at the swaying green trees, and the tall body seems to despise me; embrace me. There are wild flowers everywhere, and the first smiling faces seem to be laughing at me. I hung my head, confused. The sleepy memory flashed back again. My mother was ill, suffering from arthritis for many years. Her haggard face looked lifeless, and the corners of her mouth twitched back and forth due to occasional pain. But I still "sit tight" and watched the cartoon contentedly. The loud sound made me forget about my mother's pain.

"××!" At this stage, I finally heard my mother's feeble shouting vaguely. I walked up to my mother without getting bored, pouting, but the boss was not happy. "Pour me a glass of water." I reluctantly took a cup to my mother and quickly slipped in front of the TV. Just when I was fascinated by it, my mother called out again. I walked into the bedroom angrily and shouted to my sick mother: "What's wrong? Are you bothered?" After this call, my mother was immediately startled. I saw her huge tears rolling down, and her pale face became even more ugly. My throat felt like it was on fire and I couldn't say a word. I took the cup hesitantly. At first glance, I saw that this was not water, but a cup full of pecans. It was prepared by my mother for me, and it took her a whole afternoon...

Recalling the kindness of my mother, recalling Thinking of my mother's love, I feel ashamed that I have given so little.

Growing up, a smile from my mother was the encouragement she gave me, a lunch was the sweat she paid for me, and even a slap on my face was the pain she paid for me. For more than ten years, I have only known how to accept and never thought about the hard work.

Once, I understand, I understand that a life that only accepts is pale and powerless, and those who only accept are cowardly and incompetent.

I went to the flower shop. I wanted to show my mother the most beautiful roses. Looking at the countless blooming flowers, I chose a flower seed. I will use my own sweat to raise the most beautiful flower and pour it into it with love. This is what I should pay

Full score composition for the 2018 Shandong Rizhao High School Entrance Examination

Full score composition for the 2018 Shandong Jining High School Entrance Examination

1. The Catcher in the Rye

"Happiness looks beautiful through glass, but cannot be touched..."

Every time I hear this elegant sentence but containing infinite melancholy and helplessness, it always shakes my heart. That string - how far is happiness. Are my fingertips and it really an endless parallel line, separated by space and time, always an unsolvable intersection?

The flowers are blooming with sound

The night has opened, and the cold air like ink penetrates into the knees. It is deserted, sour and sour, like the stars that flicker in and out of tired eyes. Dot, gathering around the bright and shining mother moon. Night, so cold! I buried my head in my mother's arms, feeling the body temperature from the inside out, and enjoying her gentle hands smoothing my uneasy hair that was stirred up by the cold wind. The night is so quiet that I can hear warm whispers, soft and soft, comfortable and peaceful, seeming touchable yet seemingly incomprehensible.

Autumn Leaf Dance

The white chalk tip fell and rose with the teacher's strong arms, rubbing against the blackboard and emitting a beautiful tune. The beloved teacher turned around gracefully, and white plum blossoms blooming in the night appeared on the blackboard. Dots of chalk dust filled the air. The morning light filtered through the glass and fluttered lightly on the teacher's hair. In an instant, the teacher was like a statue that had been covered in dust for a long time but was shining brightly. His eyes had traveled through ancient civilizations, firm and gentle, just like autumn leaves swirling in the wind, and dancing to the powerful music, the classroom suddenly became warm. , not only because of the sunshine, but also -

Wind and Rain Two Butterflies

Xia is an unstable baby. He was still quiet just now, but his face suddenly changed, like a tiger The strong wind like a roaring dragon came from the ground. Doors and windows are crackling, awnings are crackling, branches are bending, and falling flowers are in a frenzy. Dark clouds approached in the sky, and in an instant, the situation changed dramatically. A black butterfly with slight black spots fell into my eyes, looking so pale and helpless under the raging wind. Suddenly, another butterfly followed closely, never leaving, as if protecting it. The strong wind in my ears is still howling, but it doesn't seem to be cold anymore...

Where is the happiness? How far is happiness? Looking back on every bit of life, I finally understood that happiness is not in the sky or in distant myths. Happiness is not a plum blossom on a snow-capped mountain, a piece of coral in the deep sea, or a lone grass under a majestic mountain wall. Happiness, it is not at the end of the world. In every moment of life, it is the heavy ears of wheat in the field. I want to be a catcher in the wheat field and enjoy the warmth of the world.

"Happiness looks beautiful through glass, but cannot be touched..." The author begins with this sad sentence, which not only arouses the reader's interest in reading, but also appropriately introduces this article. Then the author uses three "happiness" lenses to show the connotation of happiness, and naturally explains that "happiness, it is not at the end of the world, in every moment of life, it is the heavy ears of wheat in the field", interpreting the meaning of happiness true meaning.

2. Four-step music "Happiness"

One candidate

Have you ever thought about what elements happiness is composed of? The ancients tell you sternly that there are four things: a healthy and gentle character, legitimate property and friends.

Tune 1

Everyone is mortal, the most important and first thing is health.

We should be glad that we have a healthy body and study and work happily every day. Although it is a bit busy, it is worth it. Compared with Shi Tiesheng, we ordinary people do not have extraordinary writing talents, but we are healthy. Compared with Ji Xianlin, we have a better understanding of life. Our understanding is still very superficial, but the good news is that we are young, we are healthy, and we still have more room for development.

Because you are healthy, you are happy.

Tune 2

Being naturally gentle is also a blessing. Because of his gentle temperament, he will be liked by most people and will reduce a lot of troubles in study and work. As a person with a gentle temperament, he is rarely impulsive and can always solve problems calmly. Over time, he will be called "Mr. Good" by everyone. In your spare time, when you go shopping alone, you will always receive kind smiles when you meet acquaintances. At this time, the comfort of your soul will make you feel happy.

Happy because of his gentle temperament.

Tune 3

Having a property that is not hard-earned is a kind of happiness. As the saying goes, there is a harvest after hard work. After you sow the seeds of hope, there will be flowers of success - maybe you rely on hard work, maybe you rely on spreading knowledge, maybe you drive around, but at the end of the month or the end of the year, you Your efforts will be rewarded - holding a wad of brand-new banknotes, you and your family will happily spend time at the dining table or in the playground, watching your children or parents smile sweetly, you will be very happy.

Because you have legitimate property, you are happy.

Tune 4

Having a group of friends celebrating spring is even more of a blessing. Many poems such as "A bosom friend in the sea is like a neighbor as far as the end of the world", "The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's sending me love", etc., all praise the greatness of friendship. When you are alone, a greeting from a friend may fill you with sunshine; when your career is successful, a friend's congratulations will make you even more delighted.

I am happy because I have friends.

End of the song

In fact, every little thing in life can become the source of our happiness. Drinking milk and basking in the sun is also a kind of pleasant happiness.

A brief analysis of features

The form of this article is novel. When I read this composition, my eyes light up and the fatigue of grading disappears. It uses four steps to play "happiness" and four tunes to give a specific interpretation of happiness, which makes the article clear in context and level. Even though these songs have ended, they are still memorable.

The full score essay for the 2018 Linyi High School Entrance Examination in Shandong Province: Flowers Blooming with Sound

Essay Questions

The school is planning to organize a ride for us to a county town hundreds of miles away to participate in an essay competition. When we heard this, we were excited and worried at the same time. We were excited because we could get on a bus and go to the county town to have a look. But we were worried about whether we, the children in the mountains, could outperform the students in the city in composition. The old principal with gray hair noticed our worries and said, "You often go to the mountains and fields. Who can name a grass that won't bloom?" "A grass that won't bloom?" We shook our heads after thinking for a long time. Said: "Teacher, there is no kind of grass that does not bloom. All grasses will bloom their own flowers."

The old principal smiled and said: "Yes, children, every kind of grass will bloom." They are all a kind of flower. The flowers planted in beautiful flowerpots are all a kind of grass, and the grass growing on the edges of fields and in the mountains is also a kind of flower. No matter where you live, you are the same kind of grass as everyone else. , are also a kind of flower. Remember, no kind of grass can bloom, no matter how beautiful the flower is, it is also a kind of grass!"

Please write a poem on the topic "Every kind of grass will bloom". articles. Requirements: 1. Tell the truth, narrate true events, and express true feelings. 2. There is no restriction on the style of writing except poetry. 3. Place names, school names, and personal names related to your true identity are not allowed to appear in the article.

4. No less than one word.

Full score masterpiece

Flowers blooming with sound

A candidate from Linyi

Every kind of grass will bloom, every kind of flower is a kind of Grass. The grass blooms and the flowers bloom with sound.

——Inscription

We are used to seeing the brilliance and perfection of the full moon, but the crescent moon, with the vacancy of silent wisdom, allows the lonely to peek into the true meaning of life.

Looking across the sea and across the river, there is no end to it, but that trickle, with its agile and meaningful insignificance, allows thinkers to explore the mysteries of life.

After seeing all the majestic forests and tall and majestic shores, that little grass, with its small and weak ordinariness, makes ordinary people bloom with brilliant flowers.

Every kind of grass will bloom, and every kind of flower is a kind of grass. Just as greatness comes from the ordinary. People can have the spirit of "cradling the moon in the nine heavens and catching turtles in the five oceans", the ambition of "fighting with strength and conquering thousands of miles", and the ambition of "being invincible wherever the sword points,".

People are ordinary. But ordinary does not mean mediocre. You can be ordinary, but you must not be mediocre. You must move forward, struggle, and fight towards your goal, and then your grass will bloom and make noise. Grass is so ordinary and insignificant, but every grass will bloom, and every flower is also a kind of grass. Look at those little grasses, standing tall in the wind and rain with their chests straight, resisting the strong wind with their fragile waists, for what purpose? In order to one day bloom into dazzling bright flowers.

He is as simple as a stone, a man, a horse, a legend in the history of postal services. He crossed the beach and waded in the water, and spent 20 years of trekking to fulfill his life's promise - Wang Shunyou, an ordinary but ordinary person. The ordinary postman uses his hard work and tenacity to bloom the most brilliant flowers in life!

Every flower blooms with sound. As long as you bloom beautifully, ordinary people are great. As long as you are ordinary and great. In front of the ordinary, please don't bow your head or be depressed. If you are really gold, today's ordinary will definitely not cover up your future brilliance! Colorful butterfly, the tiny colorful butterfly is so jealous of the speed of the goshawk. Little do you know, your romantic relationship is so exquisite.

The creek, the narrow creek is so jealous of the vastness of the sea. As everyone knows, you don't know how leisurely you are without the comfort of flowing water.

Don’t envy the great, ordinary is equally valuable. The ordinary can also breed greatness! Just like every kind of grass can bloom, every kind of flower is a kind of grass. The grass blooms and the flowers bloom with sound!

In fact, when you are born in the world and exist in the universe, you are neither more nor less than others. You stand under the scorching sun, your body is bathed in the bright moonlight, you are not lacking in mind and heart, as long as you are not lacking in mind and heart. You use it to show your talents, personality and style, then you don't need to look up to others.

You are a scenery! You are a bright yellow flower!