Photographs black and white photographs, written in the splendor of life. In Beijing, 1978, under the candlelight of tears. The sideburns have been beaten by frost. The wrinkles on the face are like the rings of a tree. Recording the traces of time, there is no reincarnation of people, time and life depend on each other. Leaves yellow and windless, life's last frustration. Blurring the right and wrong, night stargazing, life is like a photo with color. The photo does not have a gorgeous background, without any computer art processing, this is the most common, the most living photo, the photo of the grandparents and grandchildren are surrounded by happiness, you look at it is not want to leave the eyes it? You see how happy they are! The kind old man in the photo is my grandmother, she is very good people, especially thrifty is known far and wide.
Grandma is very thrifty with herself, but there is something in my heart that proves that she is generous, grandmother lived in the rest of the disaster area to donate, she did not say anything from home to her mother to buy a lot of new clothes usually can not afford to wear all take to donate. I was so surprised, but the grandmother said: "I am a national retired cadres, so many clothes can not wear over, the disaster area people need more."
Frugal famous grandmother to me but very generous, every winter, she personally choose the highest level of satin fabrics to me to do cotton jacket, but she always wear that piece of white washed cloth cotton jacket. You see, in the photo, I am wearing the new jacket made for me by my grandmother, snuggling in her arms and smiling so sweetly!
It was the first day of the Chinese New Year, when I was five years old, and I will never forget it.
Because my grandmother did not like to be photographed, this is the only picture I have of her and me.
Last winter, my grandmother, who was always healthy, fell ill, and on the day she went into the operating room, I was in the middle of my exams, and I heard my mom say, "Grandma went into the operating room with this picture in her hand, and a note from me full of blessings.
The doctor did not allow to bring other things, the grandmother refused, and told the doctor: "This is my grandson, he can be obedient, can understand it! The child let me take this, he will accompany me, let me be brave and strong ......" The doctor's heart softened. In this way, this photo accompanied the grandmother to finish the operation.
I last saw my grandmother is she finished surgery into the intensive care unit, the doctor did not allow me to go in, I cried anxiously, said to the aunt: "You let me go in to take a look, today I just joined the Young Pioneers, grandma knows a happy disease will be better, or I will be distracted in class ... ... ... "So I went in and saw that grandma was so thin and skinny, her body was full of tubes and her face was so pale, she saw me and said with great effort: "Good grandson, study hard, you are grandma's pride." I held back my tears and saw this photo again at her bedside.
Later, I never saw my grandmother again, I miss her so much, but, no matter where, with this photo accompanied by her must not be lonely. Photo Please remember this site URL Photo Fu Yuhan A photo is placed on an old bedside table.
Three years ago, my grandmother died of illness. On the photo is an old woman, sitting quietly on a rosewood chair, smiling at the camera.
She is the girl's favorite grandma. The girl stood behind the chair, timidly next to her grandma.
She was still very small, looking thin, and spoke in a thin voice, like a small green apple, full of shyness. It was the golden fall, the whole family in a tourist attraction photographed, along the way, the girl as long as the grandma to hold, she slept in her grandma's arms for the afternoon.
Grandma's arms were warm, and she slept soundly. But since her grandma left, she never slept in such a warm embrace again.
She never cried, but at her grandma's funeral there were so many tears, so much crying that it was almost painful. She had been missing her grandma and the time she spent with her.
That girl is me. Instructor Cui Meiru Please remember the site URL A photo of memories A photo of memories A photo is a picture, a photo is a wonderful story.
My family treasures many photos, some of which are of me and my classmates laughing and playing, some of which are of birthdays at home, and so on. One of them is the most beautiful one! Whenever I see this photo, the scene of the photo shoot at that time will clearly appear in front of my eyes.
This is exactly the place I long for day and night; the sea, like a blue, endless satin; stars and white waves, as if a twinkling diamond. Although I left the sea, it is an eternal memory in this photo.
The sea under that sky is blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue.
How blue it was! Even if it is again will mix the color of the people, I am afraid that can not be adjusted out of such a pure color it. The water is also beautiful, it is like a fairy wearing a clear green dress, the skirt has been connected to the clouds in the sky.
The sun is in the west, but still put this dazzling light. On the surface of the sea, the blue water is still dyed orange by the evening sun, the waves seem to have a red-orange stars in the twinkling; on the beach, sunbathing adults and children in the frolicking face, arms coated with a layer of golden yellow.
In the place where the sea and the sky meet, the red ground seems like a blazing fire, red! The sky, a seagull was also dyed gold, they fly freely, like in the show off their golden clothes, the sea like a palace like gold, as if I saw the mermaids in the palace singing and dancing.
2. Write a piece of composition on the theme of "photo" 800 wordsPhoto
The black and white photo is written with the prosperity of life.
In Beijing, 1978, under the candlelight of tears. The sideburns have been beaten by frost.
The wrinkles on my face are like the rings of a tree.
Recording the marks of time, there is no reincarnation of people, time and life depend on it.
The leaves are yellow and fall without wind, the last frustration of life.
Blurring the right and wrong, night stargazing and fortune telling, life as a photo of the color of the legs.
Photo
No gorgeous background, without any computer art processing, this is the most common, the most living photo, the photo of the grandparents and grandchildren are surrounded by happiness, you look at it is not not want to leave the eyes? You see how happy they are!
The kindly old man in the photo is my grandmother, she is well liked, especially the thrift is known far and wide. Grandma on their own very frugal, but there is something in my heart to prove that she is generous, Grandma lived in the rest of the dry to the disaster area to donate, she did not say anything from home to her mother to buy a lot of new clothes usually can not afford to wear all take to donate. I was so surprised, but Grandma said: "I am a retired cadre, so many clothes can not wear over, the disaster area people need more." Grandma was famous for her thriftiness, but she was very generous to me. Every winter, she personally chose the highest-grade satin fabrics to make me a cotton jacket, but she always wore the white-washed cotton jacket. You see, in the photo, I am wearing the new jacket made for me by my grandmother, snuggling in her arms and smiling so sweetly! I will never forget that day. It was the first day of the Chinese New Year and I was five years old. Because my grandmother did not like to take pictures, this is the only picture I took with her.
Last winter, always healthy grandmother sick, into the operating room the day, I was in time for the exams, listening to my mother said: Grandma holding this photo and I wrote a note full of blessings into the operating room. The doctor wouldn't let her take anything else with her, but she refused to do so, telling the doctor, "This is my grandson, and he's very obedient and understanding! The child let me take this, he will stay with me, let me be brave and strong ......" The doctor's heart softened. In this way, this photo accompanied the grandmother to finish the operation.
I last saw my grandmother is she finished surgery into the intensive care unit, the doctor did not allow me to go in, I cried anxiously, said to the aunt: "You let me go in to see a glance, today I just joined the Pioneers, grandma knows a happy disease will be better, otherwise I will be distracted in class ...... "So that I went in to see grandma so thin and skinny, body inserted with tubes, face so pale, she saw me straining to say:" Good grandson, study hard, you are grandma's pride." I held back my tears and saw this photo again at her bedside.
Later, I never saw my grandmother again, I miss her so much, but no matter where she is, she must not be lonely with this photo.
Photo
Please remember this site's URL Photo Fu Yuhan A photo sits on an old nightstand. Three years ago, my grandma passed away due to illness. In the photo is an old woman, sitting quietly on a rosewood chair, smiling at the camera. She was the girl's favorite grandma. The girl stood behind the chair, timidly next to her grandma. She was still very small, thin-looking, and spoke in a thin voice, like a tiny green apple, full of shyness. It was the golden fall, the whole family in a tourist attraction photographed, along the way, the girl as long as the grandma to hold, she slept in her grandma's arms for the afternoon. Grandma's arms were warm and she slept soundly. But since her grandma left, she never slept in such a warm embrace again. She never cried, but at her grandma's funeral there were so many tears shed and so much crying that it was almost painful. She had been missing her grandma and the time she spent with her. That girl is me. Instructor Cui Meiru Please remember this site's URL
Memories of a Photo
Memories of a Photo
A photo is a picture, a photo is a wonderful story. I have many photos at home, some of me and my classmates laughing and playing, some of the family birthday, and so on. Among them, there is the most beautiful one! Whenever I see this photo, the scene of the photo shoot at that time will clearly appear in front of my eyes.
This is exactly the place I long for day and night; the sea, like a blue, endless satin; stars and white waves, as if a twinkling diamond. Although I left the sea, it is an eternal memory in this photo.
The sea under that sky, blue, blue, beautiful. It was so blue! Even if it is again will mix the color of the people, I am afraid that can not be adjusted out of such a pure color it. Also beautiful water ah, it is like a fairy wearing a clear turquoise skirt, skirt has been connected to the clouds in the sky. The sun is in the west, but still put this dazzling light. On the surface of the sea, the blue water is still dyed orange by the evening sun, the waves seem to have a red-orange stars in the twinkling; on the beach, sunbathing adults and children in the frolicking face, arms coated with a layer of golden yellow. In the place where the sea and the sky meet, the red ground seems to be a blazing fire, red! The sky, a seagull is also dyed gold, they fly freely, like in the show off their gold, the sea like a palace like gold and blue, I think I saw the mermaids in the palace singing and dancing.
3. How to write an 800-word essay based on a picture of a landscapeMy mom and I took advantage of this wonderful time, and finally got it as we wished, walking up and down the road, and in the summer, strings of yellow sweet and delicious longan can be harvested, and become the fruit of the table?
Suddenly, the sky is cloudy, mom told me, unexpectedly, but scared the ducks are bathing in the water, it was surprised, then "quack! Quack! Quack!" Quack, quack, quack! In fact, ducks are quite cute, there will be a sense of relaxation. Looked at that a heavy full wheat ears, came to the far away in the countryside of the grandmother's home!
After lunch, we came to my third aunt's uncle's guava forest, I followed him, jumping from this side to that side, only to see him carefully cut one after another of the green fruit. I was happy, thinking: this time I can have a great taste. After picking the fruit, I was already sweating and panting. A look at the third uncle, he is also tired and sweaty, how hard ah. After returning home.
We got off the car and walked towards the village, the cool spring breeze brushed against our faces, as if it was greeting the arrival of the Golden Week with us. On both sides of the road, full of farmers hard work planted green fruit forests, lush branches and leaves blocked a ray of golden sunshine. Aunt Joe took the pliers, this continuous scroll often echoed in my mind: these fruits are the working people with a little drop of sweat.
What a beautiful fruit forest, what a wide field, make me forget. Showed in front of me as if the boundless fruit forest, I rushed back to the house to avoid the rain. Not long after, the rain stopped, and then ran home in a panic, I can not help but laugh, I walked the streets looking for firecracker stores, I thought: it is the laboring people with their own blood to exchange this one wheat, the working people are how great ah. A fruit tree with densely hung longan, you will see the rain-soaked rice paddies are glittering. Walking towards the green and shady fields, where the longan is not yet ripe now, the sky is suddenly high and the clouds are clear, and I look up and see far away! I ate the sweet and crunchy fruit and thought.
To Grandma's house, there are others, it is simply a sea of green, you see, white and chubby body, coupled with the white and yellow mouth, and then add the gleaming eyes. I stood on the roof of the building, throwing firecrackers into the river, I hard tugged at my mom to set off firecrackers, mom had no choice but to agree. So, can not be cute, carrying a bamboo basket, lightning and thunder, in a flash, it was pouring rain, there are three aunt uncle's annual May Day Labor Day is coming again
4. According to a picture of the landscape to write a 800-word essay how to writeThe annual May Day Labor Day is coming again, my mother and I took advantage of this wonderful time to the far away countryside of the grandmother's home.
We got off the bus and walked toward the village, where the cool spring breeze greeted us as if it was welcoming the Golden Week with us. On both sides of the road, there were green fruit groves full of farmers who had worked hard to plant them, and the lush foliage blocked out rays of golden sunlight.
A fruit tree hanging on the dense longan, mom told me, now the longan is not ripe, to the summer, a string of yellow sweet and delicious longan can be harvested, become a fruit of the table. When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I pulled my mother to firecrackers, and my mother had no choice but to agree.
So, I walked the streets looking for firecracker stores, and finally bought it as I wished. I stood on the roof of the building, threw firecrackers to the river, unexpectedly, but scared the ducks are bathing in the water, it was shocked, then "quack! Quack! Quack!" The duck was so shocked that it "quack! quack!" quacked, and then ran home in a panic, and I couldn't help but laugh.
In fact, the duck is also quite cute, you see, white and fat body, plus white and yellow mouth, and then add the gleaming eyes, walking up and down, can not be cute? Suddenly, the sky dark clouds, lightning and thunder, a moment, it was pouring rain, I rushed back to the house to avoid the rain. In a short while, the rain stopped, suddenly the sky is high, look up and see far away, you will see the rain-soaked rice paddies are glittering.
Walking towards the green and shady fields, you will have a feeling of relaxation. Looking at the heavy full wheat ears, I thought: it is the working people with their own heart and blood to exchange this one ears of wheat, the working people are how great ah! After lunch, we went to the guava forest of my third aunt's husband.
In front of us, it seems to be a boundless forest of fruits, some of them are from my uncle, others are from other people, it's just a sea of green. I followed him, jumping from one side to the other, only to see him carefully cutting off one green fruit after another.
I was happy, thinking: this can be a big mouthful. After picking the fruit, I was already sweating and panting.
A look at my third uncle, he is also tired and sweaty, how hard it is! I ate the sweet and crispy fruit, thought: these fruits are the working people with a drop of sweat in exchange. What a beautiful fruit forest, what a wide field, make me forget.
After returning home, this continuous picture often echoed in my mind.
I remember that it was a vacation, my father's colleague, Uncle Li, took to Hongan Town to play, every day after dinner, you can go to Hongan River to swim. I remember that day, I went swimming with Uncle Li and Shasha sister, came to the river, swimming in the river can be a lot of people ah! Some were breaststroke, some were butterfly, and some were diving.
I took off my clothes, put the lifebuoy into the water, and then jumped into the lifebuoy, uncle also jumped into the water, dive into the water, came to my side and said to me: "Be careful, the water is very deep". I said I would.
I was the first time I swam, and I was so happy in the water. After swimming for a while, I suddenly heard a sound, it turned out to be the sound of the boat, the river from time to time there are small boats sailed past, not far from the ferry boat every day to and fro to send guests across the river, and send guests home, really hard yo.
I saw a group of ducks in the river, they also rushed to join in the fun, paddling in the clear river, as if in a race with the swimmers. There are a lot of fish in the Hongan River, some spitting bubbles, as if greeting us.
Just when I was having fun, Uncle Li took this picture of me not far away. Seven years have passed, and I don't remember things in Hongan very well, but when I open the album and see this photo, it reminds me of my first swim in the Hongan River and that pleasant day.
6. essay photo story 800 words,photo story Look at the photo of the little boy, look at his smiling look, neck also wrapped this a cauliflower snake, you know who that is? In fact, the child in the photo is me. I remember in the summer vacation of 2002, we were too hot at home and wanted to go out to avoid the summer heat. So we met with many uncles and aunts and traveled to the Golden Dagger Gorge. The next day, we packed our bags and set off. After a few long hours, we finally arrived at the Golden Dagger Gorge. The scenery of Golden Dagger Gorge is beautiful, with birds and flowers everywhere. We were walking and enjoying the scenery, and before we knew it, we reached a bridge. Suddenly, I saw an uncle holding a cauliflower snake in his hand, and he asked us if we wanted to take a picture as a souvenir. Some children cried in fear at the sight of the snake and flung themselves into their mothers' arms; some simply ran far away, not daring to come over. I thought to myself, "Isn't this the right time for me to show my bravery?" When the uncle came to me, I bravely stepped forward and said, "Uncle, find me one!" The uncle said happily, "Not bad, what a brave little friend!" Then he wrapped the cold cauliflower snake around my neck. I was happy and scared because I was afraid it would bite me. Uncle seemed to read my mind and said, "The cauliflower snake is not poisonous, and his teeth were pulled out." I was relieved to hear that. I was ready to take a picture. I held the snake's body in my left hand and its neck in my right. My uncle said, "Here we go - get ready -" and I immediately posed for a cute picture. When I took the picture, the snake was scared and moved a little bit, so the picture was a little bit blurred, but I was still very happy because I was the first kid who dared to take a picture with a snake, and it was also my first contact with a snake. Until now, whenever people see my photo, the surprised expression makes me feel very proud. It's 100% original, and I'm a woman. If you're a woman, change "little boy" to "little girl". If you see it anywhere else, he copied it from me or I posted it. I've been typing for over an hour. I'm tired! I hope to sympathize with you.
7. to a photo Embodying the growth of the composition of about 800 words urgentlyLooking at the photo of the school, my thoughts and accompanied by fluttering dandelions flew to the previous, back to the previous happy childhood ......
I remember that in 04 years into the school, the broad wind and rain playground, the green slate paved paths, everything is natural. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need.
I remember when I was carrying a small backpack, jumping and running in, many many small students, crowded behind the same small table, the waist plate straight, the heart is full of joy, excitement and happiness let me like this place. Many teachers, all so kind, even if there is a stern look, will not let us feel frustrated. Many, many books, we took the pen, neatly writing, although slow, although crooked, but the pencil marks directly through the pages. After class, we ran to the playground, when the teacher did not pay attention, pull a small dandelion, blow a breath, its small figure will hold a small white umbrella flying into the window, there is a kind of dreamy feeling. Everything is rare, all fun, all never experienced.
But in the rare at the same time, every day look upstairs, every day look higher than our older brothers and sisters, envious ......
A wobble is five years, it seems to be separated in a flash. When everything is no longer rare, when everything has become familiar, we have become the envy of the "brothers and sisters", from a root printed cartoon pencils, to the pencil black shiny pen, class is no longer as rare as before, will not be happy for a long time because of a praise, no longer because of a little Small things and quarrel, but did not change, only our friendship ......
Separate in a twinkling of an eye. Still into the campus, no longer jumping, just silently looking around everything, enjoying the joy of childhood. Before leaving, do not forget to take a picture, and then walk through the childhood path, and found that everything is not far away, there are many secrets waiting to be discovered ......
No longer find dandelions, I do not know whether it is blown out by us or by the teacher plucked off, the bare ground, can not find the delicate shadow, feel heart I feel that my heart is empty. Imagining the white dandelion, trying to find that poetic feeling, I suddenly felt that this is not just like ourselves? Originally all together, but in order to their own future road, had to fly far away, inserted roots all over the place, where there are companions, but each other do not often see each other, only deep thoughts, heavy thoughts ......
Sitting in front of the window, looking at the photo, memories, the corners of the mouth can not help but ripple up a smile.
"Dandelions next to the elementary school fence, is the memory of the flavorful landscape ......"
8. 20. 20. read the following material, according to the requirements to write an article of not less than 800 wordsThink with your heart The sky in June, has no The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The weather is becoming more and more sultry, the bugs, the birds. It is also gradually lively, a whirlwind brought up a ground of yellow leaves, farther and farther away.
Three years ago, also this summer, also this June. The first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one, and I was very happy to see it.
Childhood is getting farther and farther away, and I'm embroidering the lace with my heart. Three years ago, or this summer, I did not say goodbye, and do not mention tomorrow.
Miss, there is too much to miss. Together in the six years together.
Three years ago, still this summer, I sat by the window, no classmates, and did not leave a phone. Because I need, just so a little lingering, so a little poetry.
Three years later, I recall three years ago, tender hands picked a daisy, said to stay as a souvenir. With the heart to remember, with the heart to think.
Floating in front of the picture, we gathered together a smiling face. After the separation, when I just stepped into the door of this middle school, when I just walked into my collective, as if back before that.
Three years later I, three years later we, recalling three years ago, the tender smile, light yellow memory lace, decorated with old photos of our childhood. Look at us now, grown up, grown taller.
But it is still so nonsensical, so plate against naivety. The time is running out, grinding through the heart and body.
Not only are the scars smoothed out, but also our naivety. My them, in those nights together, in the streets of the loose.
Screaming to the night sky with stars, if there is another life, if the next life is still in a world. We are still together, together through those years of misery.
My them, remembering those words and phrases we wrote on the table, remembering the flower season we walked together in the book. Those words, those melancholy.
All of them are the real drama we wrote together. Now I have only memories, slowly, quietly sit down, with the heart to think, with the heart to explore.
Find the old self. Three years later, I think back to three years ago.
Three summers ago, we never said goodbye. Knowing that today, we will still meet.
A test analysis: from the material can be analyzed: people will be mesmerized by the beauty of the scenery in front of them, so they seize the limited time, pull out the camera, seize any angle desperately shoot, lest they miss. But because of the mind and energy more used in taking pictures, will be less attentive to the Antarctic observation and deep feelings, so, some people come back, in addition to remembering a few things in the camera, the other has long been forgotten.
And at this time, the British tourists are busy observing carefully, but also from time to time to talk with people. I believe that the British, the sense of Antarctica will be much more than those who are keen to take pictures of the tourists.
We can come up with this idea: careful observation, thinking.
We can come up with this idea: careful observation, thoughtfulness.
The ability level for the expression of the use of E. Skill pointing material composition writing strategy: ① quote: appropriate citation material, the beginning of the material should be quoted, but also in the argument back to the material (can not be copied in full), the material is analyzed, or a summary or overview, in three words or five words.
②议：是对材料中提供的信息进行分析议论，对人物关系的分析，对结果的预测，对原因的追问等，目的是为了提出观点做铺垫，这部分不能太长，百字左右即可。 ③ mention: put forward the argument (or point of view), the text is concise, one or two sentences can be, a clear point of view.
④ Lian: this is the key to the article, can be pushed away from the material, can be linked to historical figures, historical stories, can be linked to real life, today's people and today's events; can be a positive example can also be proved on the reverse side; you can set the facts, you can also be reasoned. At least two examples should be given, one ancient and one modern or one positive and one negative, multi-angle and multi-faceted to the center of the argument is profoundly powerful, three or four hundred words can be.
⑤ deep: in-depth analysis. How to analyze in depth to analyze the reasons, explain the benefits (or harm), find out the crux.
⑥ Conclusion: convergence of the whole, summing up the whole text, it is appropriate to deepen the problem of the exposition, do not make amazing words, emphasize the concise and powerful, do not add to the snake. The first is that the first is the first to be written in the first year of life.
9. Read the following material, according to the requirements to write an article of not less than 800 wordsToday, did you click on the praise? One day, I sent the photo of the children hard work to do housework on the circle of friends, I did not expect, in just one hour, there are actually more than 50 people liked... So I unified reply: Oh, I did not expect so many people liked, thank you all la! Children will continue to work hard! Although few people commented, but looked at so many "heart-shaped praise", the heart is still warm, it seems that the child's hard work, or get everyone's affirmation and encouragement, I think the child to see, will also be very happy. With the increasing popularity of network communication, I believe that such a scene, we are not unfamiliar. Whether it is in the circle of friends or on the microblogging, we habitually go to click on the praise, to show concern for others, to others released information of a kind of recognition and appreciation. Liking may have become a regular part of our daily lives. Although it is only a gentle touch to the cell phone screen, but it conveys a concern, a recognition, an appreciation, a sentiment, invisible but to maintain communication between each other, maintaining the feelings between each other. Like, just move your fingers so simple, some people think it is too casual, too perfunctory it, a little sincerity is not. If the feelings between each other, through the likes to maintain the words, this is too cheap it, feel the feelings between people tasteless. Just like WeChat red envelopes, to a certain extent lost the traditional meaning of red envelopes, so that red envelopes become cheap. However, the likes, seriously, can not be arbitrary, but also have to distinguish between the blue and white, but also have to see whether the content of your praise is healthy and legitimate. Liking a post shows that you agree with the content, but if you unintentionally "like" a bad post, it can have a negative impact. At the same time, if you like the content of your friends' posts, you may hurt their feelings - if you like it when you're happy, and if you like it when you're sad, what do you mean by that? You don't even read the content, you just like it for the sake of liking it, you don't care about me at all. Why don't you just look for me, accompany me, comfort me, enlighten me... So, some people think, like, might as well comment directly, so that each other can understand each other's meaning more clearly. But then again, some people think, isn't voice more intimate than comments? By this logic, some people may think that video is better. That face-to-face communication is not the most primitive, most direct, most affectionate way of communication between people? How is it that now the communication methods have become rich and diverse, but face to face, we do not know how to communicate, but the distance between us, but more and more distant? The furthest distance in the world is not between the ends of the earth and the corners of the sea, nor is it between life and death, but I am right in front of you, but you like me in the circle of friends! Therefore, whether it is a like or comment, voice, video, face-to-face, it is just a way of communication, the ultimate goal is to maintain contact between people, to maintain the relationship between people. No matter what way you like to choose to maintain the relationship between each other, in the process of communication have to be sincere, sincere for sincere. Perhaps this is the original intention of the constant innovation of communication, this is the way to treat people.