1. Write a 300-word essay using the total score writing method
The water of Jingcui Lake is as green as jasper and as flat as a mirror. The water reflects the surroundings. There are green mountains, green willows, blue sky and white clouds. Occasionally, a small fish swims up to sleep, as if it wants to enjoy the beautiful scenery here.
The lotus flowers in the pond are in various shapes and forms, and are extremely beautiful. Some are still flower bones. ; Some are in bud, just like a shy little girl; some petals are all unfolded, showing off their charm and grace in the breeze.
There are some in the park in the middle of the street. There are several flower beds surrounded by holly trees and Ophiopogon japonicus. There are cedars and cypresses that are evergreen all year round, peach blossoms in full bloom in spring, peonies, roses that are in full bloom in summer, pomegranates, and fragrant flowers in August. Osmanthus and wintersweet that stand proud of the snow in winter. Various flowers and trees are scattered and scattered, making the garden always colorful and full of vitality.
At night, a bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the white moonlight shines on the earth. , as if the earth is sprinkled with a layer of silver powder. A breeze blows, the pond ripples, and the willow branches gently sway with the wind... How peaceful and beautiful the summer night is!
Brief comment: The lines of this text are filled with the author's love for nature. The composition captures the different characteristics of each scene from different times and places, and uses metaphor and personification to describe the summer. The scenery is written in a poetic and picturesque way. While describing the scenery, he also pays attention to lyricism. From the text, we can see that the author has a keen observation of things and a rich imagination.
2. Use general words It is best to write an essay in the form of points and summaries. It is best to write about things, urgent, urgent, urgent, urgent.
In my five years of primary school life, there are many things that left an impression on me. There are classmates, father, mother, etc., but the one who impressed me the most is my good friend---Tang Suhua. She is not only good at studying, but also loves to help others. She is not tall, and her melon-shaped face is embedded with a pair of watery eyes. She had big eyes and a pair of eloquent cherry mouths under her eyes. I remember one day in the second semester of fourth grade, the sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds and it started to rain heavily. I didn’t bring an umbrella, so I had to wait there. My mother came to pick me up. However, my mother had to go to work and my father was on a business trip to Wenzhou. What should I do? At this anxious moment, I suddenly saw a familiar figure approaching me. It was Tang Suhua. She stopped and said to me: "Xiong Yafang, you didn't bring your rain gear, did you? Can I take you home?" I listened. I was so happy that I thanked her repeatedly. After saying that, we walked into the rain curtain holding an umbrella. The rain seemed to be against us, getting heavier and heavier. The rain hit the umbrella like naughty children. Like a child, it got into my sleeves, jumped into my collar, and slipped into my trousers. I found that she had covered most of it towards me, and her clothes were hit by raindrops as big as beans. When it got wet, I said, "Tang Suhua, you should also cover yourself with an umbrella, otherwise you won't catch a cold." But she smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, just go back and change some clothes. Anyway, you are already wet, so don't do it." It will be bad for everyone if we get wet again." Before I knew it, I returned home. She left without sitting down or drinking tea. I asked her to sit for a while, but she said: " No need, I still have to do my homework. Besides, if I go back late, my mother will be anxious." After saying that, I held an umbrella and walked into the rain. I looked at the raindrops falling on her like broken pearls. , looking at her retreating back, I remembered her sincere and kind heart. Tang Suhua’s spirit of helping others is worth learning from. She is a good classmate, a good team leader, and a good friend. She That helpful quality will always echo in my memory. She left a very deep impression on me. 3. Use the total score writing method to describe the scenery
The poetic winter is different throughout the year. But I like winter the most, because winter is very poetic, especially the winter in our small town in my hometown.
There is no snow in the winter in the small town, but only the howling cold. The cold wind freezes people so coldly that it seems to freeze people to death. Therefore, people must not wear thick clothes and walk on the street, just like penguins walking on the road.
The winter morning in the small town is foggy and confusing. The whole city is shrouded in this fog. The thick fog permeates the sky and the earth, as if a very thick and heavy fog has fallen from the sky. Very wide curtains.
The faint white smoke in the river merges with the heavy fog in the sky. People, bridges and fog form a unique winter scenery of the small town. This is a beautiful and ethereal landscape painting.
After a while, the sun slowly rose, and everything came into view again. It felt like the fog had been lifted and the light was visible again. At this time, people who are sleeping in bed are about to get up, those who should go to work, those who should go to school, busy figures walking around, breathing and covering their hands, expressing how people should feel about the cold in winter. reaction.
At noon, when the sun's rays are relatively strong, it is also the warmest time of the day. The whole sun shines brightly, like a faint golden glow on the small town. The sun shines on the lake, and the lake is covered with dots. A touch of golden light adds a bit of charm to this winter lake.
When the sun sets, there are red clouds in the distant sky and the warmth of noon passes away. The remaining golden light will no longer exist, leaving behind the black night and the roaring. Night, cold night. The winter night in the small town is beautiful and quiet. The bright moon, which was not yet full, gradually rose into the sky, and a transparent gray cloud faintly blocked the moonlight. It gives people a quiet atmosphere and makes people feel at ease.
I like the winter in small towns. It brings a different winter, a different feeling and a different atmosphere to the people in the city.
Winter is so poetic, how could I not love it? 4. How to write an essay with a total score and a total score?
The structure of "total-point-total". That is, summarize first, then explain in detail, and then summarize. This relationship can also evolve into a structural method of "divide first and then summarize" or "generate first and then divide". For example, a classmate wrote "Winter" and started writing "I love winter". Then write respectively: "Winter is like a naughty little fairy wearing snow-white clothes, beautiful and pure; winter is like a magician, with white snow as its prop, playing so many tricks; winter is like a Santa Claus, kind and friendly , brings us endless happiness; winter is an unparalleled strongman, it can hold up such thick and heavy snow, and finally expresses "Winter, I love you, love your whiteness, nobility, and beauty." ! " This is a typical "total-point-total" structure.
Example:
Sometimes, I can't even think about it.
"Biyuntian, Huang The leaves... the mountains reflect the setting sun and the sky catches the water. The grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. "
Looking at the prompt "Sometimes I also think about it" in the essay question, a picture flashed through my mind, and I had a lot of thoughts. It took me a long time to calm down and return to the examination room. Somehow, As I get older, I feel that my thoughts are getting heavier and heavier, and I often tell myself to be less thoughtful, but I can't help it.
I once thought about leaving a name in history. The geese leave their voices, and the people leave their names. What have I left behind in these fifteen wasted years?
As spring goes and autumn comes, I have gone through fifteen reincarnations and fifteen years of hardships? The vicissitudes of life have made me weathered, but I have never really understood that "the edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold"
I once thought about being strong and brave. > Facing Paul Korchagin, I asked myself that I really felt guilty. I would shrink when encountering difficulties. I would be discouraged when my test scores dropped. I would cry when my hand was cut with a knife... I really want to be strong in the face of difficulties and not shrink back. , bravely face difficulties and challenge myself; sometimes, I also want to be strong under the impact of results: learn lessons, sum up experience, catch up, and move forward courageously; sometimes, I also want to be strong when my hands are bleeding. Be strong: Wipe away the tears, pick up the scissors and gauze, and bandage the wound with pain.
I once thought about studying hard and honoring my parents.
Thinking back to the two enduring idiom stories of "Sticking on a beam" and "Lying on the ice to ask for a carp", I can't help but hang my head and reflect on myself. Thinking about the protagonists in the story, they actually hung their heads on a beam in order to study hard. , How brave and hard-working! And I never make sacrifices for good grades. Think of the ancients who, in order to satisfy their mother's wishes, would lie on the ice and use their own warmth to melt the ice and snow for their mother. I asked for carp, but I have never done anything for my mother, which is embarrassing to say.
I also thought about taking it seriously.
Look at my classmates, look at my desk mates, they listen attentively, take notes carefully, and answer questions loudly, while I, from time to time, wander off in class, write messy words, and answer questions. I always lower my head. Occasionally, I wonder if the strange poem "The Four Heads of a Student" is talking about me: "The activities in the class are full of activities, the teacher lowers his head when asking questions, and he stretches his head every time he takes an exam, and his grades are not good." Good to shake my head." Although I didn't "stretch my head", I almost "achieved" the other "three heads" one by one.
I have also thought: I have always been impetuous, and sometimes I want to be deep; I have always been careless, but sometimes I want to be serious; I sometimes want to be brave in difficulties; I also want to be brave in right and wrong. Justice once; as the saying goes, "hardships will bring success to you", sometimes I want to be strong in the setbacks...
I really want to put aside my selfish thoughts and stop thinking randomly, but I just can't do it. .
If I could think less or not - then, my fifteen years might not have been "gray" sky and yellow leaves, but "blue sky and clouds and green leaves", then ,Fifteen years of wind and rain, fifteen years of time, have left a page of glory.
Really! Sometimes, I can't think about it. 5. The total score for writing a travel note is 400 words. I will use it soon.
This afternoon, my mother took me to go roller skating in West Lake Park. I was so happy that I jumped three feet high. When I arrived at the park, The words "There are so many people" have appeared in my mind many times. The number of vehicles at the entrance of the park is enough to prove it. As expected, there are more and more people skating with skills. There are superb elder brothers and elder sisters; there are primary school students who are working hard on their skills during the holidays; there are also children who have just come into contact with this sport. As for me, I am neither a skilled nor a beginner. I should be average in skills. "Medium student"! After changing your shoes, you just walked into the field and started to skate. You felt a cool breeze blowing against your face, making you trapped in it and unable to extricate yourself. You may not be familiar with it at first! I threw a few balls and squatted, and then I lay on the ground and practiced "Toad Kung Fu". After a while, I gradually became familiar with it. So I galloped in the outer circle and walked slowly in the inner circle. As the saying goes: " What a coincidence!" Sure enough, after I played for a while, I saw Cheng Cheng from our class and Guo Zhengchao from our courtyard, and he even taught me to slip backwards! I’m not afraid of your jokes, I just didn’t learn how to do it. I either fell or couldn’t stop. When I was practicing my backsliding, I knocked down so many people that I didn’t know how many people I knocked down. This caused a lot of scolding, so I had to find a place with fewer people. Local practice. The most interesting thing is the "train pulling" at 5 o'clock! It is also the most spectacular and longest "train" I have ever seen: more than 20 people lined up in a long queue, and the person behind pulled the person in front, and the train pulled faster and faster. I also "sited" several "trains". Today is really interesting, I’m not the only one who had a lot of fun today! What's more important is that I exercised...
6. Composition: Write about a kind of plant (write according to the total score structure) first observe and then write 500 words. It is best to write about a fairy
On the balcony of my house, there is a pot of cactus that is very inconspicuous. Cactus Its body is like a piece of emerald, and also like a cute little hedgehog. Its whole body is covered with thorns like steel needles. Don't underestimate these thorns, these are the weapons it uses to defend itself! I was stung by it, and my mother was also stung by it. It hurt so much. My mother wanted to throw it away many times, but I refused because I have a special feeling for it. I love that pot of cactus. Spring is here. , everything wakes up, and a small cactus is drilled out of the cactus "mother". The small cactus looks so weak and fragile, as if a gust of wind can blow it away. And its "mother" is afraid that her children will be harmed. The "bullying" of the cold wind in early spring always blocked the cold wind with his own body, but the little cactus always climbed up. Finally, with the encouragement of Grandpa Chunlei and the help of sister Chunyu, the little cactus overcame many difficulties. , grown up. In late spring and early summer, buds grow on the cactus. Strangely enough, the cactus blooms in a very "sequential" manner. There are always two flowers blooming at the same time, like a pair of twin sisters, and like a little girl with a thorn on her head. The cactus flowers are white and fragrant, like a beautiful fairy wearing a white dress, dancing gracefully on the emerald stage, while the dress exudes an intoxicating fragrance. Autumn, harvest In this season, the cactus has grown up and has many uses! You can cut it into slices and brew it into a refreshing and delicious tea to quench your thirst. It can also be eaten. It is rich in nutrients and can be used as a bonsai... I can't say enough about it, but the most surprising thing is that it can be brewed into a potion. To cure diseases. People love the magnificent peonies and peonies, the various autumn chrysanthemums, and the fragrant osmanthus... But I only love the humble cactus, not only because of its appearance, but also because of its quality. . 7. A 600-word essay about the total score
School is about to start, and I heard that our grades will be re-divided into classes. I am very unhappy, because I have been studying with my classmates in Class 1 for four whole years. I have a deep relationship with my classmates, and of course I don’t want to be separated from them. But this time I heard that I was assigned to class two.
On the day of registration, I came to the second class classroom glumly. My mood was very bad. I had just arrived in a new environment and I was a little uncomfortable. Even the head teacher asked me to be the monitor. I was not interested.
But since taking Teacher Shui’s first Chinese class, I found that I gradually began to like the new class group. The classroom atmosphere was very active when Teacher Shui was teaching. She used humorous language from time to time to make us laugh happily, allowing us to master knowledge while being happy. Teacher Shui's lectures were very lively, and when she led us to read the text, she was always very emotional and attractive. We had a forty-minute Chinese class, and it seemed like only ten minutes had passed.
Teacher Shui is also very responsible. She sends the day's homework to parents' mobile phones through the school communication every day, reminding parents to urge their children to complete their homework well. Teacher Shui has very strict requirements on our study. We must correct the wrong questions of the day before we can go home. Teacher Shui also encourages us to read more good extracurricular books, but she never lets us read comics. She leaves us twenty minutes every day to read extracurricular books before school.
Class 52 is a newly formed class. I must study hard and make progress every day to add glory to our new group. 8. Total score: 600 words essay about people
My grandfather was born in 1950.
Because of this, he has the beautiful tradition of the Chinese nation. Such as hard work, frugality, hard work and no complaints... Grandpa has an oval face with a pair of big and bright eyes.
It is both awe-inspiring and gives people a feeling of inviolable authority. It is true to say that he is hardworking.
After get off work every day, he always cleans up the debris that his mother left in the basement and keeps it in order. The neighbors' aunts and uncles all boasted about Grandpa's diligence. At this time, Grandpa always smiled sheepishly. Moreover, the front of his duty building was always spotless, which made people passing by admire him.
It is true to say that he works hard without complaining. Grandpa is always busy with his children.
Once, my mother asked my grandfather to send me a bag of noodles because she didn’t want to cook anymore. However, the weather turned dark and it started to rain heavily outside. My mother was about to tell my grandfather not to come, but suddenly the doorbell rang. Now, grandpa was soaked and said: "Eat quickly, it's still hot!" Not only were we deeply moved. In order for us to eat hot food, grandpa got on his car and came quickly.
It would be true to say that he is frugal. He wears several pieces of clothing throughout the year, and he never asks for new clothes. He always wears them after his mother buys them, and he wears them for several months.
Because of this, I always admired my grandpa. The advantages of my grandfather are as countless as the stars in the sky. I want to learn from my grandfather and grow up to be a useful person to the motherland. 9. Essay about the total score
1. Write the entire observed scenery in general 2. Then divide the scenery in the scenery and write your love 3. Finally, write some feelings as follows This article: Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes is a pearl in the northwest of the motherland.
It is located in the embrace of Sanwei Mountain and Mingsha Mountain in Gansu Province. It is surrounded by sand dunes and has 492 caves arranged on the cliffs like a honeycomb. Mogao Grottoes preserves more than 2,000 colorful sculptures.
These painted sculptures have distinctive personalities and different expressions. There are kind-faced Bodhisattvas, majestic kings, and strong and brave warriors.
There is a 16-meter-long reclining Buddha. He is lying on his side with his eyes slightly closed and his expression is peaceful. Visitors were all amazed when they saw this lifelike colorful sculpture.
The Mogao Grottoes not only have exquisite painted sculptures, but also have more than 45,000 square meters of magnificent murals. The content of the murals is rich and colorful, some record Buddhist stories, some depict images of gods and Buddhas, some reflect folk life, and some depict natural scenery.
The most eye-catching thing is the hundreds of flying apsaras. Some of the flying figures on the murals carry flower baskets and pick flowers; some hold pipas in their arms and lightly pluck silver strings; some hang upside down and fall from the sky; some float with colorful ribbons and fly all over the sky; some stretch their arms and dance gracefully. …Looking at these exquisite murals is like walking into a splendid art palace.
There is also a small cave in the Mogao Grottoes - the Sutra Cave. The cave once contained more than 60,000 ancient Chinese scriptures, documents, silk paintings, embroidery, and bronze statues.
Due to the corruption and incompetence of the Qing Dynasty, a large number of precious cultural relics were looted by the imperialists. Some of the remaining scriptures are now displayed in the Forbidden City in Beijing and other places.
The Mogao Grottoes are a world-famous art treasure house. Every colored sculpture and mural here is the crystallization of the wisdom of the working people of ancient my country.