This is a promise, or about friendship, or about affection, or about the past, or about the future ......
With whom have you made a promise? Is it a family bond? Or friendship? Or the ideal pursuit?
Why did you engrave this agreement in your heart? There must be a special event in the middle. This is a clear narrative, there is padding, there are details.
This is the once engraved? Or the future? What is the order of the article you decided in your mind? Sequence? Flashbacks? A flashback?
Focusing on oneself, on one's life, on one's emotions and thoughts is the purpose of writing. We can not find material is not because there is no life, the glory days are very fair to each of us, just some students are good at capturing, some students mind is more rough just. "Engraved in the heart of the agreement" must have their own feelings, have their own events, have their own inner discovery and breakthrough, is the process of our ignorance to maturity. As Zhou Guoping said, "I have never written to influence the world, but only to settle myself, to give myself something to do, to make living meaningful, or seemingly meaningful."
? Of course, writing doesn't happen overnight; we write and revise over and over again. From punctuation to words, from sentences to phrases, from intention to structure, wherever it takes effort. The layout of the writing is exquisite, the tension and relaxation of the line, the arrangement of details, etc., are what we have to pay attention to.
As such, writing, writing, details are full, writing, writing, language expression is vivid. Coupled with the continuous reading and accumulation, deep, strengthened, you will certainly write more and more good, the examination essay, and what fear?
(a) Engraved in the heart of the agreement
First year (6) class?
The setting sun is sinking in the west, spilling out light like a flower, brilliant golden. After the window flower cut, turned into ten thousand pieces of gold, spilling over the desk. Still remember, in the same round of sunset, you and I engraved in the heart of the agreement.
Bathed in the golden "rain", I ambled on the desk to write, this piece of gold floated to my pen, I was stunned, can not help but think of you. (Setting up suspense, for the following paving)
Nine months ago. We faced the first steep hurdle of our lives together - junior high school. This was our separation. Sadness spread in my heart like tea bags in hot water. You as my best friend, this separation is even more painful. One day, at sunset, we ****ed home together. I finally couldn't help but pour it all out to you, but you were always optimistic and smiled at me and said, "Let's make a pact!" "What pact?" I asked curiously. "Let's put it this way, you have to study hard and work hard to get into your ideal school, and I promise to see you often in the future. We can still play and study together." A smile spreads across your face. "Alright! It's a deal!" We held each other's hands for a long time. Warm joy surged in my heart, a long-lost smile appeared on my face, and the sadness in my heart had been melted by your optimism. At this time, our smiles seemed to be as bright as the sunset in the sky. "Don't forget our agreement ah!" When you were leaving, you still turned back and shouted to me. (This paragraph is very graphic, highlighting the emotions of each other, especially the language is very dynamic and has tension. Language description slightly more.)
? Another sunset, I struggled to write. "Don't forget the promise of our hearts!" Your voice echoed in the memory corridor. I redouble my efforts to study, then I was to get into the application of the middle school, now I am for that agreement at that time. The promise engraved in my heart echoes in both my hearts. ("Echoing" is used repeatedly, how can I redouble my efforts? Here the lack of expressiveness, a little hasty.)
? The sun continues to sink in the west, then I cheered, because I received a letter of acceptance to apply for the middle school. Now I put down my finished tutorial questions and continue to reminisce.
? Regrettably. The promise engraved in our hearts at that time was a well-intentioned lie, and you had already gone away to school in Suzhou. When I heard the news, I was surprised! I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on this. Now, the wind of spring brushes my ears, but it feels so cold. A tear breaks on the desktop, maybe it was me then, maybe it's me now, it's a tear of emotion and regret. In fact, you knew that was our last meeting, but in order to comfort me and let me get into my ideal middle school, pressed down your grief, optimistically told a kind lie and gave me a good agreement. In order to live up to your goodwill, I will now study twice as hard and believe that our promise will eventually be realized. (This paragraph has three twists and turns, and the description of my feelings is very infectious, making the article very layered, and further writing the impact of the pact on me.)
The name engraved on the stone monument may not be immortal; engraved in the heart of the agreement, but will be remembered forever. With the same sunset as a proof, I once again remember the promise engraved in my heart that we will meet in the future!
Time flies, the past is like smoke. Memory of some people, some things, in the wash of time, slightly fuzzy. But the agreement, forever engraved in my heart, forever unforgettable. Inspire me to practice forever.
(similar situation, leading to the deep memories of the past)
Grandpa likes to mountaineering, the world's mountains, he almost all climbed. （
When I was a child, because my father and mother were busy, are grandparents living, so my grandfather often took me hiking, when the first sunshine sprinkled the earth, my grandfather and I embarked on the journey of hiking, when we finally "will be when overriding the top, a glimpse of the mountains," when my grandfather is often long and sincere to the I said: "Children, you must study hard, and strive to get a good school, but also as a glory for grandpa. At that time, I was still young and uninformed, and I always nodded my head as if I didn't know what I was talking about. It was as if I was going to make my way in the world. But in fact, after hearing these words, I am still the same as before. I have nothing to do every day. Only a passion for learning, but no practical heart. Naturally, my academic performance was very poor. My grandpa sighed and sighed, like an ant on a hot pan. But I can't do anything about it. (This is the padding, a little long)
At that time, I thought my study road could not go on, that time in the mountain top of the agreement, but prompted me in the study of the road without fear of difficulties, has been forward.
That time, I just released the summer vacation, love mountaineering grandfather naturally will not let go of this great opportunity. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at the whole thing, but I'm sure you'll be able to get a good look at the whole thing. From the foot of the mountain, just feel a magnificent air, the mountain peaks pointing to the sky, the hillside at the lush green trees, as if wearing a layer of emerald cloak. Coupled with the vague and ethereal clouds. Add a few more points of lofty. Really like a monarch who swallowed the mountains and rivers. Grandpa saw this scene, quickly took me ready to go up the mountain. (The description of the scene is very concise and atmospheric. "Hurriedly with" continuous repeated use, is not the language to change a little bit?)
At first I was still interested, my feet were windy, one level after another. Soon climbed over a quarter of the way. But on the way up, I was gradually exhausted, my feet like tied a dozen pounds of iron balls, and finally, I climbed through one-half of the distance, sat on my butt on the ground, no longer have the strength to stand up. (Emphasized my before and after the change of heart, the following grandfather to change the role of la, a little late.)
In the back of the grandfather to see me this look want to help me up, but I was how not willing to get up, no way, grandfather can only sit down here with me. Time slips away quietly, in the twinkling of an eye, the evening came. Golden obsidian gradually sinking in the west. Grandpa and I looked at this beautiful scenery, can not help but be a little mesmerized. But the complete sunset is blocked by the hill in front of a piece, so I can not see its full picture. Seeing such a shortcoming, my grandfather quickly pulled me to the top, and I ran with him despite my physical fatigue. When we reached the top, the setting sunlight colored the world like the beginning of chaos. The evening sunlight was seven-colored, like a fairy dancing in seven-colored neon dresses. There was nothing like it. In an instant, it was as if I had been cleansed of my soul. Grandpa turned his head to look at me and said to me with a smile, "The reason why you can see such a colorful sunset is because you have crossed the lofty mountains. Nothing in the world comes from nothing. Whether it is the scenery or life." After listening to these words I engraved a pact in my heart -------- to work hard and never slack off again. (Whether it is the description of the scenery, or grandfather contains philosophical language, are more profound and penetrating, but, how I overcame fatigue to see the beauty of the scenery, write too simple hasty, to add!)
After returning from that trip, I was like a changed person, the old days of laziness disappeared, replaced by seriousness. Although the results are still not too good, but a lot of progress. People around me are very surprised, do not know why. Only I know that it is the promise in my heart, let me always wake up, always forward. (This section cleverly echoes the above)
With people have an appointment, when to go to the appointment, with the heart has an appointment, when to practice. Engraved in the heart of the agreement ah, I should take you as the goal, the courage to go forward, move forward! (The ending of the poetic point of view, very powerful)
? The sunshine of the Xi Xi through the window, a sunshine fell on her face, looking at her relaxed sleeping face, the heart is very relieved. (What a cozy situation.)
She is 10 years younger than me, and I have watched her grow up. In a family, she is the only one who is the joy of the whole family, and she is carefree every day. Every time I see her, what comes into my eyes is a flowery smile and upturned corners of her mouth.
I have mixed feelings about her arrival, with excitement, happiness, frustration and anger ...... (Setting up the suspense, what emotions are you specifically trying to show below?)
I have a piano in my house, and from time to time I would play it for a little while, and that's when the melodious sound of the piano would attract my curious sister. I never resisted her playing the piano, and she always followed my example, taking a book and pretending to play it, but I didn't want her to be interested in the book as well, even tearing it out and scribbling her homework with a pen ...... I started to get angry with her and wouldn't let her in my house anymore.
? However, just one day during this period, I overheard a little noise outside the door and it was my mom. I walked quickly to the door to take down my things, and when I went out, I forgot to lock the door of my room, and she saw the opportunity and quietly entered my room.
? My room has a balcony, is the best place to sunbathe, that day is at noon. Sunlight through the translucent glass window straight to my book case, and the table is my unfinished practice paper, which has long been covered with my handwriting, that meter of sunlight in my test paper left dappled dots, the air in the floating dust was lit by the sunlight, changed color in general, such as snowflakes floating. (Padding to this, slightly more, into the text slower ah.)
? When I returned to the room again, the neat bed has been messy and unpleasant, subconsciously roared: "Out!" Hearing my voice, she did not panic, nor did she cry, but smiled at me, "Here." The tender voice gradually into the eardrums, her face is full of pleasure, flower-like smile, the upturned corners of the mouth, and the soufflé cupped by the grease-stained little hands. I squatted down and looked at her head-on, she smiled so innocently and purely, she had everything that all children have, including her unadulterated eyes. (This paragraph describes the drawing of its charm, showing the innocence and loveliness of her sister, with a long meaning)
? "Thanks." I whispered, "You're welcome." Again, this childish voice, her face overflowed with smiles. Her smile infected me, giving birth to a smile that came from the bottom of my heart. I stroked her head gently and carried her out of the room.
? Afterwards, my mom told me that every time she finished her snacks, she would always leave a little for me. The ones I ate were actually the ones she left for me? I know it was me who knew too late to understand her. Perhaps, in the eyes of a child, the willingness to share one's favorite things with others is a symbol of friendship. (The article has waves, ripples of emotion, it is more contagious)
? "Sister." Turning her head to look, it was her sister waking up, "Still sleeping?" She shakes her head. I brought her up and the morning ray of sunshine jumped onto my face, warming it to a nice red color.
Since that day, I made a secret pact with my mom that I would grow up with her, accompany her in her joys and sorrows, in order to reduce the distance between us. (The beginning sets up the suspense... what on earth is it? Looking forward to reading it haha)
? I was a little excited, finally something interesting to give this boring life to relieve the boredom, proceeded to then carefully wipe the edges of the box with a rag, open, I smiled. It was a book with a wide range of stickers on the cover, which seemed to be a childhood diary. Influenced by my teacher's family, I developed the good habit of keeping a diary from a young age. （
I opened the book with a sense of humor, but when I glanced at the line, I realized that it was not a book, but a book. But I froze when I glanced at the line. The title page of the diary, childish font greatly written: I want to become excellent people! The powerful and flamboyant words seemed to have the power to poke through the paper. I was shocked. Stunned, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, stubborn eyes staring at the diary, writing this line with all his strength. (The use of hyperbole here emphasizes the shock of one's own heart, and the reader is also shocked, and the language is really expressive. )
That was me as a child, full of expectations for the future, wishing to be the best of the best. In an instant, tears blurred my eyes. When did I, from whence, forget this promise? What am I now? I am the one who has no motivation, the one who has forgotten even the desire to become good at what I do. (The twists and turns, the sharp turns, and the empathy. At this point, shouldn't there be a flashback to your childhood, why did you solemnly write down that promise? Otherwise how will the reader understand it? (Mind to have readers ha.)
If that little girl sees me in this state now, she, will be very disappointed, right?
I closed the diary, my eyes lost in thought. A quote I had read in a book earlier suddenly jumped into my mind, "As long as you start, it's never too late." （
That promise, from now on, will be engraved in my heart forever. That is my agreement with the little girl who has not yet faded into a childish atmosphere. The agreement engraved in the heart of the past years, floating to the surface, such as bright Milky Way, glittering. (The beginning of the article is unusual, creating a beautiful atmosphere, attracting the reader's attention.)
That year, I was only five years old, neighboring Xi told me that she went to Wuhan University to see the cherry blossoms. The cherry blossoms white and red, ice clear, petals as thin as cicada wings, a piece of, white like clouds, pink as Xia, blooming in the sky, dyeing half the sky red. The breeze, the cherry blossoms rose, a wave than a wave, fluttering down the ground full of flowers. There is a poem that says, "Ten miles of cherry blossoms and ten miles of dust". I was mesmerized by the scenery she described, and she and I promised to watch the cherry blossoms together when we grew up and got into the school of our choice. She also gave me a palm-sized hat, as pink as cherry blossoms, tied with two strands of silk, the brim embellished with a small cherry blossom. I treasured it as my hope of seeing the cherry blossoms and kept it on my small desk. (Borrowing things to express feelings, the angle is chic, for the latter writing emotion to make a pad, just, pad a little too much.)
Once, I inadvertently learned that cherry blossoms represent hope, nobility, and splendor, and in the eyes of some high school candidates, each petal of the cherry blossoms at Wuhan University may represent a candidate's ignorant vision and hope for the future. (This section is inserted a bit abruptly, can be put into the back)
Later, I and Xi went to different middle schools, she because of the distance and not often come back, I also because of the heavy school work and not often contact. We quietly disappeared from each other's lives. But that palm-sized hat is still on my desk, pink, tied with two damasks of silk, embellished with a very small cherry blossom. From once the top student in the class to today's middle student, the heart of the gap is naturally there.
The night quietly covered, I was doing a question. When I had a headache, I glanced at the hat. My heart rippled, somehow, I put down the topic, walked to the bedside, to the far away in the other corner of the city of Xi call. "Hey, who is it?" "Me! Your silly fat fat ......" Just like this, I and Xi talked for a long time, the city's night is still bustling, streaming high-rise, whizzing and speeding cars. "Lights of the city four sides," one of them is the lights of Xi's house, right ... young vow said, the examination of the preferred school and then go together to see the cherry blossoms, how can you give up now? That hat, those cherry blossoms, are not just a decoration, they are also witnesses to my young friendship with Yuki and our aspirations for the future. In the mist of tears her smile is so familiar: "Yes, how beautiful cherry blossoms! Let's go see cherry blossoms together when we grow up, okay." "Good! Pull the hook ...... "Childhood vows are full of innocence, how can you live up to that dream? How can you live up to that dream if you didn't fight for it when you were young ...... (Using language description, pointing out the agreement and the emotion of the two people, it is evident that the young author has a delicate mind and is good at conceptualization. However, the language description is too much.)
March has arrived, cherry blossoms blossom, small cherry blossoms in more or less still some cold wind bloom their lives, I will hope to promise in the cherry blossoms in five years later today, I do not know can go to Wuhan to see the cherry blossoms full of sky with Xi. "The snow and ice have not been eliminated, the branches of the buds have been shown", I wish the same for Xi, never forget the agreement, not waste youth, not to be ashamed of the youth, after a thousand sails, is still a teenager. (How do I insist? You can briefly describe it.)
The cherry blossoms on the street, engraved in the heart of the agreement, will always be realized. May the life of the cherry blossoms, also slowly unfolded ......