The Guidance of Flower Composition Writing in the Deep Memory

Writing Guidance This is a propositional composition, which belongs to the propositional form of "material+topic". The key to writing a propositional composition lies in how to examine the topic and grasp the eye of the topic. Generally speaking, as long as you understand the meaning of the topic and the intention of the questioner, it is easier to write. The specific writing process of propositional composition mainly includes examination, conception, material selection, typesetting, writing and revision. Accordingly, when writing this article, we can start from the following aspects: First, we should pay attention to "eye-catching" when reviewing the questions. The so-called "test" is to analyze and study the effective writing information contained in the words in a given topic, so as to grasp the motivation of the questioner and grasp the central problem of the composition. The key to examining a topic is to find the "eye of the topic", that is, to find the key words in the topic. The key word of the title of Flowers in Memory is "Deep Memory", which can leave a deep impression on a person, whether it is a person, an event, an event, or even a look, an action, a game or a performance, and so on. Second, this idea is a clear "figurative meaning". The so-called "conception" is to determine the theme of the article. Theme is the soul of an article, which determines the conception, writing style and revision activities of the article. The material selection, structure arrangement, expression method selection and language application of the article must be carried out around the theme expression, and must obey and serve the needs of the theme expression. The "flower" in the title of "Flowers in Memory" in this paper does not refer to the flowers of some plants in nature, but is a figurative meaning used to describe beautiful people and things; It is a concrete spirit, so the writing of this topic must be interpreted from the spiritual meaning of "flower". Since it is treasured in the depths of memory, it must have extraordinary significance to itself; Since it is a "flower", it must be beautiful and positive, which makes you deeply moved and moved. Therefore, the chosen theme must have positive significance. Third, the selection of materials emphasizes "spirit". The so-called "material selection" refers to a series of factual phenomena, theoretical basis and subjective feelings selected by writers from life and study according to the needs of writing. As far as this article is concerned, writing about people and things in your memory may be very small, unknown and lonely; Maybe it's this big, as everyone knows. However, regardless of the size of the material, we should focus on its outstanding "spirit". Of course, this is a concrete "spirit". Specifically, you can write about the true feelings of your loved ones and the sincere friendship between friends; You can not only write about your unforgettable love for your teacher, but also write about the great spirit of historical and cultural celebrities. Because a harmonious society needs to have this "beautiful spirit" widely, it not only contains the most precious affection, true feelings and friendship in the world, but also contains the spirit of dedication, sacrifice and patriotism. The above three aspects are the key to writing this article well. As for the composition layout and revision, it is a question of writing methods and skills, so I won't go into details here. This year's cold wave came earlier than previous years. Soft falling snow falls on the chrysanthemums planted by my father in the yard, and the flowers in the snow are more bright and dazzling. Looking at the beautiful flowers and smelling the refreshing fragrance, I was intoxicated. My father seemed to have a familiar figure-wearing a miner's lamp, holding a shovel and wearing a tunic suit coat ... The tragedy happened when chrysanthemums were in full bloom last year-my father was forty years old. I told my mother what I thought, and my mother readily agreed. But my savings over the years are just a drop in the bucket. How can I afford an adult dress? When I was at my wit's end, my mother seemed to see my heart and gave me money to buy it. My mother's promise was rejected by me because the family needed money at that time. I thought: I have grown up, and it is time to solve problems for my family. I want to earn money by my own ability. I racked my brains and thought hard, and finally it occurred to me that my uncle's small department store was short of hands. So I begged him for pocket money. Under my entanglement, my uncle finally agreed. In this way, I will help in the store during the eleventh holiday. Fortunately, in those days, my father went to work early and got off work late, and he didn't notice it. Seeing that I am diligent, my uncle took out fifty dollars from his pocket as a reward. I'm glad I stayed up all night. On my father's birthday, I clutched the fifty dollars tightly and happily ran to the store to choose from the left and the right, and finally chose a blue tunic suit coat. Actually, my dad hasn't bought clothes for many years. According to my mother, they bought a dress when they got married. My mother went to buy it several times, and my father always said that the children were studying and the money should be spent on them. Let's talk about my clothes later! So, dad's clothes have never been bought. I thought happily in my mind: Today, I want to give my father a surprise! In the evening, I mysteriously took out a gift in a big plastic bag and came to my father. I proudly said, "Happy birthday, Dad! This is a little gift from my daughter, please accept it! " Dad took the gift in surprise and opened the plastic bag with a smile. At that time, I thought: Dad will be very happy and praise me. But when Dad opened it, his face suddenly changed from "sunny" to "dark clouds". Looking at his awed face, I wonder, doesn't dad like new clothes? How could he be unhappy? Why is this? ..... Just as I was wondering, my father asked me loudly, "Where did you get so much money? Did you take someone else's money? Give it back to me tomorrow I don't lack clothes! " At that time, I was at a loss and had to cover my eyes and run into the room. Just then, I vaguely heard someone knocking at the door. It was my uncle. He praised me in front of my parents, saying that I was grown up and sensible enough to earn pocket money ... It was late at night, and I got up to drink water and accidentally saw my father sitting alone in the living room. I looked curiously through the crack of the door and found my father repeatedly stroking the clothes I bought, with tears of regret in his eyes. I looked at my father by the light, my hair turned white a lot, and the wrinkles on my face deepened ... I know: my father worked in coal mines for many years to earn money, never wore a decent dress, and never said a word of complaint for me to study and treat my sick mother. At this time, how much I want to call you: Dad, put on the clothes your daughter bought and show her! Just one month after my birthday, it happened to be October when chrysanthemums were in full bloom. My father had an accident in the coal mine! Knowing the bad news, my mind went blank, my whole body trembled, and my eyes were already full of tears. I just shouted, "Dad, you're awake!" " ! Your daughter is still young, and you haven't put on the clothes she bought for you! "When my father finally said goodbye to me, I found the skirt I bought for my father in the closet and put it on myself. I thought: this is the first time I put on new clothes for my father and the last time! Dad, does it suit you? You can go safely! At this time of year, before you plant chrysanthemums, my daughter will definitely report my academic achievements to you; My daughter will certainly live up to your expectations and be a useful person to society; My daughter will definitely make the beautiful chrysanthemum you planted bloom in in my heart forever! Standing on the cement road of primary school again, watching the drizzle. For a long time, I found myself in the rain again. This habit still seems to be unchangeable! Smiling, a sadness welled up in my heart. I still remember the happy time in primary school, the angelic girl who brought me happiness. At that time, I was in the fourth grade of primary school, and my parents transferred me. At that time, I was very introverted and never dared to talk to people I didn't know. I always sit alone in the seat at the back of the classroom and watch the freshmen laugh together. Now that I think about it, those joking classmates may be laughing at me like a mute! But I dare not talk to them. At that time, I felt as if I was the only one in the world. One day, it began to rain in Mao Mao for no reason. I look at the sky, but I have an impulse to be caught in the rain. Can this light rain cheer me up? The drizzle attracted me to sit down on the swing, close my eyes and feel the rain fall on my hair. The neck is cold and wet. The warmth from my hands made me slowly open my closed eyes and saw a delicate face, long hair, eyes with aura and a slightly raised mouth. She asked me, "Can I play with you?" I didn't speak, just nodded. She sat next to me and started talking to me. Listening to her words, I suddenly felt very warm in my heart, like a sister. I played with her under her leadership. I was on the swing, and she pushed me where I could reach out and catch the clouds, and then I fell down. Every time I look at the sky, I seem to reach out and touch it, but it is so far away. I played with her for a long time, sitting on the same swing, swinging to the same place within reach, watching her rippling smile and listening to her silvery laughter. Trance is a dream. For a long time, the bell rang and we walked to the classroom together. When we walked to the door of the classroom, I stopped her and blushed and said what I hesitated for a long time: "Can I be your good friend forever?" She looked at me and nodded with a smile. It suddenly occurred to me that it is not difficult to talk with others. No one will care about every word I say and laugh at me. It's just my own unnecessary worry. Since then, we have eaten together and done our homework together every day ... but this day has passed away unconsciously. We grew up slowly, time changed her and me, and we became strangers to each other. When I woke up from my memory, I found two little girls sitting on the swing in the playground, just like me and her. A girl pointed at me: "That sister is crying! "The other said," No, can't you see it's raining? "Rain, not tears. "I listened to their words and subconsciously touched my cheek. I really can't tell whether it's tears or rain! I turned and left, leaving a footprint and a string of memories. Let that distant girl stay in the deepest part of her memory and bloom the most beautiful flowers! There is also the pain of phoenix nirvana, but we are growing. The dream of the past, the trace of the dancer's dust, is just a vague landscape. Open another window and tap the keyboard at will. In the fleeting time, reflected by the moonlight, the sunset is stunning. The cohesion of the sea, memory, even if you are floating. The scenery hasn't changed. Why is it floating? Those memories will become sweat that will never flow out, but the tears that are sad for the cowherd and the weaver girl are gone. Peace of mind, the starlight of that night still fills our hearts, looking back at the pressure of going to school, if the years are still there. When we wake up from fairy tales, we open our eyes at night. Even if the sky is full of flaming trees and silver flowers, a mirage is full of sadness and sadness in Er Quan's music. What we once had was youth, which was nailed to the eternal sky, but we couldn't pay attention to it. We are like an eternal soul, following the song all the way, and we interpret tomorrow with youth, separated and light, submerged in the crowd that followed. But ... stepping on the footsteps of youthful memories is just a scratch in the rolling world of mortals. How many expectations and dreams are about to set sail from here, and shed a tear at night. In the boundless universe, there is no surprise or anger, no matter how muddy and bumpy the road ahead is. However, in the torrent of time, how can we have a reference? When we look at the brilliant galaxy overhead, the world is like a cloud of smoke in the past. One person. One day, we will continue to rise and fall in these years and spur our hearts. Nothing will pretend to be strong in front of the world when we need it most. A short time. Once upon a time Shuttle through life My family is poor and I don't know where to wander. Shining, staring at myself in the past and the future. Over time, countless eyes have been embedded through the ages, and it is lonely and cold. Turn a familiar but unfamiliar corner. Because of growing up and the confusion of Sangtian, it is a kind of pain that can't be recalled to stop believing in fairy tales. When we get old, we call it growth. How to repeat the words of the deceased, we don't want to stop and linger. Open one eye in a daze, and the fragile and sensitive mind is covered with layers of ashes by the secular world. However, what awaits us is not only beautiful dreams, but also nothingness day by day. He will never grow up, and his tiny life is a splendid firework in the infinite world. Look ahead. Pursuing dreams, the stories of yesterday and today are staged in turn there, and the direction has become an unfrozen text. At a certain moment, walking through the noisy classroom and the crowded green field is destined to be a land without roots, looking at the bustling world during the day. I like Peter Pan. If I remember, close my eyes that I don't want to see. When I look back, I find the direction before and after. I won't stand for everyone forever and interpret the beauty of the night. The empty sky will stand in Sichuan again. Old people in the Spring and Autumn Period are "flowers of land and water", and the lovely ones are very sweet. "Mr. Zhou Dunyi praised the' gentleman in the flower'-the lotus' comes out of the mud without dyeing, clear without demon', but what I remember is the morning glory, which blooms in the depths of my memory. When I first saw morning glory, I looked around curiously. A thin seedling really can't imagine what kind of flowers will bloom. My mother gave me the task of taking care of it. I didn't care much at first. I watered it casually and applied some fertilizer every once in a while. A few weeks later, it actually grew new branches and leaves in such a harsh environment. I was surprised and began to take care of it carefully. As it grew bigger and bigger, I moved it to the balcony and watched its growth every day. The next day, I looked at the morning glory again, and I was surprised to find that its Hua Teng was tightly wound on the security fence, and climbed up along it, and opened several small flowers, which were lavender flowers like small speakers, emitting a faint fragrance. Although there are no charming peonies or attractive roses, they are elegant and dignified, gentle and demure. In a flash, I was shocked. This is another kind of pure beauty. Unlike other plants, it spends the rest of its life lazily in the sun and leisurely in its own small territory. However, it does not sit still, enjoy success, strive for the upper reaches, strive to bloom its own beauty, and live a full and meaningful day. This is its ideal. I still remember that night. As always, I take good care of the morning glory. After a while, the sky changed, there were dark clouds everywhere and the wind was blowing hard. With lightning and thunder, it rained cats and dogs. I didn't think much about this weather. I quickly got into bed and fell asleep. While I was enjoying the warm bed, I suddenly thought of the morning glory outside the window. What can we do? Can it withstand such a strong wind and heavy rain? I fell asleep in such anxiety. The next morning, after a night of lethargy, I had completely forgotten the morning glory, put on my pajamas slowly, and as soon as I opened the curtains, the sun suddenly filled the room and lit up all around. Suddenly, the strong light blinded me, and I vaguely saw a touch of lavender passing by. In an instant, I slowly opened my sleepy eyes, and the scene in front of me shocked me: the morning glory was still alive, and it seemed that the whole body was shining brightly under the sunlight and shining everywhere. After a night of wind and rain baptism, there are still some dew on the petals. I tried to wipe it off by hand, but I accidentally touched the petals, silky and tender, trembling slightly. The seemingly ordinary but extraordinary morning glory, as long as there is a fulcrum, can strive to grow upward; As long as there is a ray of sunshine, it can bloom its beauty. Even if it experiences the biggest storm, it can stand proudly and not give in to difficulties. Flowers are like this, so should people. And how many people in the world really have these qualities? Now, this morning glory has withered, but I can't forget the morning glory that night. It taught me that only by bravely marching forward in the storm can I succeed in the rising sun. It has been blooming in my heart, still so beautiful and lush, and it has become the most beautiful flower that will bloom in the depths of my memory forever. It will encourage me in my later life and make me never give up! Enthusiastic kapok can only bloom in cold winter, and it always arouses your fighting spirit for life with biting cold. " The unqualified people stay, and the other students go home! "Twenty minutes past five is the normal school time, and it's already half past six. It's not the first time. Everyone thinks this life in confinement is terrible. No matter how much resistance there is, the situation is still not getting better. Although she is only a primary school teacher, she is too cruel to her students. I didn't even notice the slightest kindness. Therefore, the title of "strong woman" was born. As long as you don't understand a little, you will be left behind by her until you really understand, even if it is late and cold. In normal times, if you make a little mistake, she will drag you to the office and scold you so much that you can't even recognize your own father. Sometimes I will be punished for plagiarizing knowledge points for the rest of my life. The rumor behind her is like a crowded beast, hiding in the jungle and spying on her all the time. She clearly knows her own situation, but she doesn't say a word, but she has been concentrating on thinking about the students' learning situation. As the day of the final exam drew near, her heart became harder. Under her pressure, the students were panting. As one of her students at that time, I was naturally disgusted with her behavior. Every afternoon after school, she leaves everyone regardless to continue tutoring. Whenever I see only a few wisps of breeze left in the classroom of other classes, my mood is stormy, lightning and thunder. The root of hatred is getting deeper and deeper, but what can be done? Life goes on ... "Your teacher is ill today, ... I will do it ..." Before the substitute teacher's words fell, there was an earth-shattering celebration in the class. Although the discipline in this class is a bit chaotic, everyone has a good time. The next day, we received the news that the strong woman came back, and everyone looked a little depressed. The first class is a strong woman class, and everyone sits quietly in their seats, waiting for the arrival of a strong woman. A strong woman who has always arrived early didn't come in after ringing for nearly five minutes. After a long time, we finally waited for footsteps, but it was a fragile middle-aged woman who stepped into the classroom door. Her face is grayish yellow, like a fallen leaf, and her lips are so dry that she can hardly recognize them as human lips. It seems that this body will be blown down by a little breeze. I sat in my seat and evaluated the woman in front of me for a long time before I had the courage to confirm her identity-"a strong woman." Not only I but also every student sitting here was startled. In a flash, the classroom was so quiet that even breathing should pay attention to loudness. The temperature in the classroom has dropped even lower. In this class, strong women don't talk much, but occasionally explain a few words in a weak voice. Just halfway up, something unexpected happened. In the middle of the exercise, the strong woman suddenly put down the chalk in her hand, turned around and sat down in the chair in front of the podium with difficulty, put her hands gently on the podium, and even her head was on the podium. One second, two seconds ... nothing happened. Everyone began to be afraid, and the tension became stronger and stronger. To put it bluntly, I'm really worried that the teacher will die. Some brave boys came forward and gently pushed his arm to wake her up, but it didn't work at all. Some girls can't sit still any longer. They left the classroom in a hurry and ran to the office to ask other teachers for help. After getting the news, other teachers rushed to help. They carefully helped our teacher leave the classroom. At that time, I saw many people's eyes were red and swollen. Fortunately, they didn't cry. Everyone has a guilty conscience and everything is clear. It turns out that this teacher really regards us as his children, not for any scholarship or for any sense of honor. He is really good to us! I really hope our grades will improve. In the following days, we were always taught by substitute teachers. Suddenly, everyone's life became easy, yes! It's too easy. On the other hand, I feel a little uncomfortable. Gradually, I began to pay attention to the kapok outside the window. It turns out that they have been driving alone in the cold wind. ..... After the end of this semester, before the start of the new semester, I left this school and transferred to another new school. From then on, fate did not let me meet this great teacher again. "Kapok is the most beautiful in winter ..." This is what the teacher once taught us. If love can be expressed in words, it is not true love. Because "love" is a very profound thing! We can't express ourselves thoroughly in language situations. This is just like Confucius' saying that "a name can be named, a name is unusual, a way can be said, and a way is unusual". In the summer after the rain, the sunshine is particularly dazzling, and the impetuous feeling comes quietly, bringing a little uneasy memories, like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, breaking my quiet life and stirring up ripples; Looking around like a lost child. Vaguely, wisps of elegant fragrance floated with the wind, and I felt refreshed. Looking around, it turned out to be gardenia. The green flower branches are covered with clusters of flower bones, and the elegant petals are opened in twos and threes, as white as snow, clearly embedded around the pale yellow stamens, soft, quiet and warm! The moment when flowers bloom carries beauty, just like that pure white friendship, which is deeply remembered in my heart, engraved in my heart and forever frozen! White flowers bloom in youth, refreshing, full of memories, full of fragrance and sweet taste, which is the only reason I like it! I remember my companion. In the morning, I picked a bunch of fresh and white gardenias from the yard and put them in my desk. Although the flowers are elegant, I think they are rich. He said, "Here you are. You are my friend. " The fragrance of flowers wafted again, and the sense of smell spread to the five internal organs, precipitating the bottom of my heart and warming my heart. I gradually fell in love with gardenia, fragrant friendship and rich sweetness in my memory. I think the faint fragrance of flowers and pure friendship will not disappear with the passage of time. On the contrary, it is worthy of my deep treasure in my heart, which makes me unforgettable and moved by happiness. I look forward to this friendship forever! Years have changed, age has increased, and the memories deposited in my memory have made me more understanding, more tolerance and less doubt about gratitude and love in my life; More introverted, less impetuous; Think more and be less superficial. Gardenia, as white as snow, blooms quietly, revealing its unique temperament and charm. As cool as Xia Feng, as long as white clouds, as lingering as butterflies dancing, full of charm and refreshing. Gardenia after the rain, the raindrops flowing on the petals, crystal clear, set off the delicate petals, charming and moving, infiltrated into the heart, fascinating, but the heart is gentle and elegant, extraordinary and refined. It is a natural law that flowers bloom and fall, but I still can't help but feel sad when I see a piece of withered flowers. Petals gradually dry up and turn yellow, slowly wither, as if they will lose something. So, I picked them up one by one and put them in the book. Although it is not as fragrant as when it blooms, the fragrance of flowers has always been in my heart. After all, I will understand that the passage of time, the change of appearance and the vagueness of memory will not dilute some memories in life. That pure friendship, like a gardenia blooming in my heart, always warms me and touches me! //wenwen . sogou/z/q 705845 180？ fr=qrl&。 cid= 1 18。 Index = 5&fr 2 = query//wenwen.sogou/z/q878432290? an = 0 & ampsi=2