Replay of real questions
Wherever we meet in life, meeting others may be an emotional comfort; meeting nature may be a baptism of the soul; meeting books may be a spiritual comfort. A spiritual edification; an encounter with history may be a spiritual sublimation. There is always a meeting that will touch our hearts and warm our lives.
Please write an essay with the title of "One Encounter and a Kind of Warmth". The style should be of your own choice. It should be no less than 600 words. The real name of the school or person is not allowed.
Writing Guide
The 2015 Nantong City High School Entrance Examination Essay "A Warmth Once We Meet" still continues the 2013 "There is a Voice, Deep in the Memory" and the 2014 The proposition idea and style of "Such a Picture Makes Me Linger", the title of the composition is not only very poetic, but also highlights the sunshine, focusing on guiding students to get out of the textbooks, go into society, pay attention to life, and pay attention to the beautiful and warm people and things around them . So how do we write a good composition? You can consider it from the following three aspects.
1. Accurately review the meaning of the question. When we read the title, we must grasp two key words: one is "an encounter" and the other is "warmth". The composition is about "encounter", not "getting along", "once" rather than "several times". Therefore, we must write about an encounter between "I" and "him (her or it)" in life. This encounter is There is a certain degree of chance, it is short-term, and it cannot happen anytime and anywhere. This encounter was warm, that is, it brought me love, beauty, touching, confidence, enlightenment and other beautiful things, and it benefited me a lot. Because it is a "meeting", there must be verbal or emotional communication between "I" and "he (she or it)", rather than just superficially writing about "seeing" or "hearing" something. At the same time, we have to figure out the inner connection between these two words. In other words, why does this "encounter" bring me a sense of "warmth"? What kind of beneficial impact it has had on the growth of "me" should be the key to the question.
2. Clarify the scope of material selection. The prompt for the composition gives the category of material selection. The "encounter" can be people, nature, books, or history. The range of material selection is relatively broad, but whether it is people or things, since it is an "encounter", it must Emotional communication can touch our hearts and warm our lives. To write such an article well, when we select materials, we must avoid cliche and outdated materials. We can see the big from the small, and choose materials from life that no one else has, such as telling about an unforgettable trip, a chance meeting with a stranger, a It is not difficult to get good scores by discovering different beauties in familiar scenery, sublimating unique insights through some fresh life experiences.
3. Highlight emotional experience. When many candidates write, they pay attention to writing a complete incident of "I" and xxx meeting, but lack their own emotional experience. If there is no unique emotional experience, how can we highlight the "warmth" of the text? Therefore, when writing, we must not only tell a complete narrative, but also write down our own unique experiences and insights. It is worth noting that the experiences and insights we write must be closely related to the narrative. Because of "encounter", it is "warm". If the insights are disconnected from the examples, the experience will be meaningless.
Examples of excellent works
1. A warm encounter once we meet
In life, there will always be some things that become wounds in the heart. Even though they have scabbed, There will always be times of varying pain. But that chance encounter healed my wounds and brought me a sense of warmth...
Walking on the way home, I recalled the exact results in school this time, and the wounds began again. pain. When I got home, my father reached out and took my schoolbag and said, "Don't be discouraged. This exam has passed. Don't think about it too much. Your mother is on a business trip. I want to take you to my second uncle's house. I have something to discuss with you." Discuss with your second uncle." I nodded and went to my second uncle's house with my father overnight.
The next afternoon, I followed my father to the tea garden of my second uncle’s family. I raised my head and looked at the beautiful fields. The setting sun was like a watery red strawberry, dotted on the mountain tops shrouded in dusk. The wings of the returning bird crossing my head were painted with the red rouge of the setting sun. The tender green grass was dancing in the evening breeze. Floating in the middle. Looking at this beautiful scenery, the melancholy in my heart also subsided a bit.
Suddenly, my father knelt down and grabbed a green plant from the dry and yellowing weeds. I was immediately attracted to this plant. I found that the plant had been cut off by the roots, but it was still alive. Still very green. Seeing my eyes fixed on this plant, my father raised the plant in his hand and told me that it was called thistle and it was the "stubborn enemy" of the tea garden. "Then its roots have been cut off, why haven't they withered yet?" I was surprised. "Yes, although this plant is hateful, its tenacity makes people awe-inspiring." The father caressed the thistle in his hand and continued, "When the roots are cut, it will bleed white blood, and it will bleed every time." The section quickly condensed into a scab, and then took root again, so it would not wither like other weeds." Listening to my father's words, I couldn't help but think: Even a plant can quickly grow. The earth is restored, hope is reborn, and I am waiting for another rebirth. Why can't I be stronger? I should be strong and try again. I should have a stubborn and simple heart like thistle. I should let the wound of failure form a "scab", and with a fresh and optimistic attitude, let the broken section sprout new hope. !Thinking of this, my heart became firm. Because of this beautiful encounter, I regained my courage and gained new hope.
My father saw my increasingly clear expression and smiled and said, "It seems you have regained your confidence. Look at the clusters of thistles over there. They are also congratulating you." I followed my father's fingers. In the direction, I saw clusters of thistles with neither beginning nor end. The deep and shallow green seemed to be flowing, laughing and shining in the sunlight. If you look closely, you will see that on the large green banner, the purple-red flowers are like full sails, riding the wind and waves in the green ocean. Because of this encounter, I was full of confidence and calmed down again.
Because of this encounter, my anxiety and depression disappeared, and the dark clouds of failure in the exam gradually dispersed. This beautiful encounter brought me warmth and enlightenment. Facing the setbacks in moving towards my goal, I will overcome them with firm belief...
Brief comment: The candidate wrote "I "An encounter with the plant "thistle" in Erbo's tea garden, and with the help of the dialogue between "me" and "father", I wrote about the life enlightenment that "thistle" brought to me. The material selection is full of personality and the narrative is specific. The description of the scenery in the article not only adds to the beauty of the situation of the article, but also well exaggerates the mood of the characters. Note that the emotional changes of "I" are used as clues throughout the text, "the wound began to hurt again" -
"the melancholy has also subsided a bit" - "my heart has become firmer" - "is full of joy again" "Build confidence", the writing is compact, the insights are profound, and the questions are accurate. It can be regarded as an excellent piece of writing in the examination room.
2. An encounter brings warmth
I will never forget that unexpected encounter. I will never forget the warmth that that encounter brought me...
The sky was overcast, with a bit of rain falling from time to time, and the wind was chilly, giving people a bone-chilling chill on their faces.
I curled up, holding a big umbrella. I held the handle of the umbrella tightly with both hands, wishing to shrink my body into the big umbrella. I bent over, lowered my head, and walked forward silently. As he watched, the feeling of humiliation in his heart became stronger.
After entering the supermarket, I put down my umbrella, my head still lowered, and my eyes staring straight at the road. He didn't give the salesperson a friendly smile, nor did he pay attention to other people's words. He just walked straight to the daily necessities area.
With a "boom", my head hit someone's back. Maybe I was distracted and didn't notice it.
I slowly raised my head. I was about to say sorry, but I found that the face of the person in front of me was so familiar. Ah, it’s Mr. Cao, the head teacher of the sixth grade of elementary school. "Teacher Cao..." I called out lowly and timidly. Teacher Cao smiled and nodded, "Ah, it's classmate Xiaojie." Her eyes widened, showing surprise. There was a surge in my heart, and a slightly apologetic blush appeared on my cheeks. Teacher Cao looked at me: "You are still as shy as before." After hearing this, I lowered my head in embarrassment, as if I had made a serious mistake.
"Come on, straighten your waist!" She pressed against my waist and straightened my clothes again, "Come on, straighten up and walk away. Being shy is a good thing, but if you overdo it, it will It's because you have low self-esteem. This is unacceptable. Teacher, I hope you can be more confident!" I was a little surprised, but I couldn't help but straighten my waist and stand as straight as a green pine. I looked at Teacher Cao expectantly. She looked like a little girl. The girl laughed happily: "Look, confident girls are the most beautiful.
Hope you stay like this forever! "After that, the teacher nodded to me again, waved his hand, and walked away.
I stood there, still upright, as if Teacher Cao was still watching me, My heart seemed to be flooded with sunlight, which made me feel particularly warm. Teacher Cao's words and hopeful eyes made me raise my head involuntarily, and my heart was filled with confidence.
I straightened up, hoping to stand up straighter. This encounter was very warm, and it made me feel confident. “Confident girls are the most beautiful. "I remember what Teacher Cao said.
To this day, I still remember that unexpected encounter in the supermarket, and the warmth that the encounter brought me...
Brief comment: This article describes a scene in the supermarket where "I" met Teacher Cao from elementary school. Although the incident was small, the description was vivid. The words "straighten your waist" and "confident girls are the most beautiful" changed "my" inferiority and made me find something. I regained my confidence. This also enlightens us that there is no need to write about big things when choosing a composition. The key lies in how to conceive cleverly and how to pinpoint the topic accurately. Of course, there are many things we can learn from in this article, such as the beginning and end are concise and clear. The echoes and loops make the article coherent. The detailed descriptions in the article are accurate and vivid. For example, "I wish I could shrink my body into that big umbrella" and "My head is still lowered" express the inferiority of "my", and write "I" for the following text. Straighten your waist to lay the groundwork, and write about Teacher Cao holding on to the teacher's words "straighten your waist". The key points are prominent and not overly branching. This article can be said to be a model of "seeing the big from the small", which is worthy of our reference. .
3. A warm encounter once you meet
In the alley just around the corner, there is drizzle, and you gently push open the ajar wooden door, and see the elegant blue and white porcelain, you are so beautiful. The posture met me and broke into my world.
"Strange porcelain is like jade, but you are unique in this world. "No matter how beautiful the words are, you can't describe your beauty. Different from the simplicity and antiquity of the Qin Terracotta Warriors and Horses, the gorgeousness of the Tang Sancai, and the elegance and elegance of the Song Dynasty porcelain, your exquisite porcelain body is covered with wandering patterns like dragons, winding. , hovering, rising, the tiny bits of sunshine lightly shining on your smooth bottle mouth and spinning, outlining a perfect arc, flowing with heart-touching and soul-stirring brilliance. Your look determines that our encounter is beautiful.
One glance, never forgotten.
As if possessed, I walk towards you step by step on the ground mixed with porcelain shards, and my breathing seems to follow. Becomes confused. My eyes are glued to your porcelain body, greedily scanning inch by inch, as if I want to carve your alluring figure into my mind, ingraining it in the depths of my memory and cherishing it forever. The rotating light above my head will The soft light is pouring on it, and the light is like the fluttering butterfly, staying at your bottleneck, and I can't bear to leave. I just look at you like this, and my vision gradually blurs. Ordinary clay is kneaded into shape, and then thrown into the hot blast furnace for forging. Day after day, night after night, after an unknown number of nights of nirvana and waiting, you are carefully taken out, and you are removed from the world. When I look at you in amazement, I know that you are finally reborn! How many days of painful waiting have finally turned into the joy of rebirth, and your stunning appearance like the rebirth of a phoenix makes me completely surrender. At this moment, mine. There is a warmth in my heart, just like the joy of facing the sea in spring, and I can only hear the sound of spring flowers blooming. Your persistence and perseverance are destined to be beautiful.
At this glance, love is deeply rooted.
I don’t know whether it was your beauty that made me fall in love at first sight, or your strength and forbearance that impressed me, but I only know that that beautiful encounter deeply impressed you. My life has given me a sense of warmth and the courage to stay dormant in difficult situations and wait for rebirth.
Celadon appears, travel patterns fly, we meet in the same lane, the drizzle is drizzling. , Elegant and charming celadon, you met me in such a beautiful manner and broke into my world.
Brief comment: This is an excellent work written in cultural prose with beautiful language. The brushwork strives to depict the warmth and emotion that "I" gained from encountering blue and white porcelain. From the appearance of the porcelain to the inner spirit, the beauty of the blue and white porcelain is revealed to the reader. "One glance will be unforgettable." , "At this glance, the love is deeply rooted" not only combines the structure of the article well, but also sublimates the author's feelings, and the ending "The alley is close, the drizzle is drizzling" pays attention to the change of language, and echoes it well. The beginning makes the article coherent and full of literary grace.
4. An encounter brings warmth
Listening carefully to the sound of rain and the fragrance of ink on my clothes take me back to that warm encounter.
Last summer, I had the honor to visit the ancient city. Green-tiled houses and white city walls are sparse and silent in the rain. The houses are lined up along the river cliff, connected to the river bank, and gradually bloom, from dark green to green grass color, and then to the green of the river, like faded bronze. "Little Bridges and Flowing Waters" is exactly like this. I strolled through this natural ink painting, and it was here that I met her.
Like an inexplicable magic, I was attracted by a calligraphy and painting stall, and the woman in front of me came into view. The slender hand is holding the brush, and a simple hairpin is tied casually to the back of the head. He only wears a blue calico shirt, which exudes a simple fragrance. She had two eyebrows that seemed to be frowning but not frowning, and a pair of eyes that seemed to be happy but not happy. Oh my God, she couldn't be Lin Daiyu! Seeing me staring straight at her, she smiled shyly.
I said I wanted to buy a painting and she readily showed it to me. I looked at the stall carefully. The simple and beautiful ink paintings were neatly placed. The brush and inkstone seemed a bit old. From the fine lines on it, I could tell that the owner must have been stroking it every day. By the rainy river, this stall blends in with the surrounding scenery, so beautiful!
I bought a smudged ink painting, and she happily packaged it for me. I was puzzled. Although her painting skills were outstanding and her works were exquisite, she did not see many customers. She said: "This is a stall left by my father. When I was a child, I learned painting from my father. The stall business at that time was very good." It's prosperous, but now..."
I'm speechless, I'm just a spectator and can't change anything. As she spoke, she took a piece of paper, rolled up the painting, and carefully packaged the painting. It was a very skilled but lonely action. She handed it to me and said with a smile: "Although there are not many customers, I insist on doing it. This is not only the inheritance of my father, but also the inheritance of this art. I will not disappear!" What firm words, how beautiful. painting, how beautiful she is, what a beautiful encounter.
Yes, the art of inheritance. People today work aimlessly, just for profit. How many people pursue vanity, but never pay attention to the beauty, the beauty of art itself? I hugged the painting tightly, and I saw that each petal of my dusty and scabbed heart was purer than the last, and each petal was clearer than the last.
Fortunately, I had this beautiful encounter; fortunately, I gained a sense of warmth from this encounter.
Brief comment: Browsing the ancient city, I met a woman selling paintings, which made me feel warm. In examination compositions, the selection of materials is relatively novel and can easily attract readers' attention. The author's writing style is also relatively fresh, and his eloquent narration also shows readers a light landscape painting, and the woman in the painting is fresh and refined. In the hustle and bustle of the world, her persistence in art leaves a deep impression on people. Impression, which greatly enhances the connotation of "warmth" in the title of the article.
5. A warm encounter once we meet
The lyrics are clear and round, the lingering sound is lingering, and a powerful libretto sings out my obsession with the Chinese quintessence. Singing, reciting, sitting, playing, playing and singing, a beautiful encounter with Peking Opera warmed the heart of a Chinese son or daughter.
When you come back from your grandpa’s house, you always pass by an old bungalow with white walls and black tiles. The door with the red door is ajar, like the half-browed and half-exposed face of Xi Shi, which makes people always wonder. Go find the story behind that quaint appearance. Is it a small garden path with unique scenery, or a Taoist secret temple with fragrance and fragrance? As I thought about this, I stopped and looked inside.
Suddenly, the sound of an erhu bow string being pulled apart rushed through the whole body, followed closely by bamboo boards, Beijing drums, and many other instrumental music whose real names I cannot name. I was playing, playing and singing, and when I heard it, I felt very happy and shook my head, as if I wanted to sing a few lines but had no words to sing. After a while, a staccato song that resounded throughout the sky came from inside the door:
"Prisoner, listen to what I say..."
This full and loud libretto rushed out. The ajar wooden door had a shocking encounter with my brain, bursting out with beautiful and gorgeous starlight. I was completely moved by the majesty and fearlessness of a hero before he died.
Along with the passionate and sometimes lingering piano music, my mind put aside the dilapidated thoughts soaked in the so-called jazz and rock, and began to search for this exciting and ups and downs of singing, recalling the touching story , is it Lu Junyi’s fearless words of justice to the executioner before his execution, is it the majestic roar of Tan Sitong looking up to the sky when he was executed, or is it Yang Lian’s "laughing and laughing, laughing again, and cutting the east wind with a knife, what is it for me?" I dare not do it. I don’t want to think about it, I just want to immerse myself in the long river of imagination and awe-inspiring righteousness with the phrase “Listen to me” that echoes in the mountains, rivers, heavens and earth, floating and flying...
Since then After that, I no longer wanted to go home early every day and play on my mobile phone and listen to the noisy and boring pop music. Instead, I hoped that the road in front of the door would be longer, and then longer, so that I would have the opportunity to talk to that person who spoke in a straight and correct tone. Singing meets again. Later, I learned that most of the repertoire was Peking Opera full of justice such as "Havoc in Beijing" and "Su San Dance". Although I did not have the singing skills, the justice and fearlessness nourished the mind of a city boy in a timely manner. I will never I will forget the lyrics that led me into the world of Peking Opera. That was my key to entering the quintessence of Chinese culture, and it was my most precious joy and joy. That encounter was my treasure, and it warmed my heart.
"It is necessary to know each other when we meet." Even if we don't know the name and appearance of the Peking Opera performer, meeting his singing voice is a warm attraction, isn't it? I took a step forward, singing, humming, and drifted away.
The lingering sound lingers in the air, and the remaining joy is silent. ——Postscript
Brief comment: This is a unique and personalized examination work. It can be said that the candidate wrote such a passionate and true-feeling composition because of his love for Peking Opera. Composition comes from life. Only when we truly enter life and taste life can our high school entrance examination composition exude a strong flavor of life and win the favor of marking teachers.
6. A meeting brings warmth
The stars are few and the years are long. The memories of the past fade with the passage of time and the passage of time, but that beautiful encounter is still remembered. In my heart, it brings me an unforgettable warmth.
It was time to leave home again, and I said goodbye to my father. My father just said a faint "Oh". It seems that this is always the case between me and my father. I was walking on the road and unknowingly came to a corner. The pear blossoms on the roadside were already in full bloom. The pale white flowers exuded a light fragrance. The pear blossoms were like fairies falling into the world one by one, beautiful and solemn. I turned around the intersection and walked a few steps. I couldn't help but turn back again, hoping to pick up a few pear blossoms. Unexpectedly, I happened to bump into my dad at the corner. Is dad here to see me off? "Dad, don't you trust me?" Dad said hesitantly: "You are such a big man, why should I worry about you? I... I came to see the pear blossoms here." I knew that Dad was lying. , His affectionate eyes had already betrayed him. The pear blossoms were in full bloom on the branches. A gust of wind blew slightly, and a few pale pear blossoms fell on the shoulders of my father and me. My father gently took the pear blossoms from me and said softly: "Be careful on the road and take care of yourself." Myself." After that, he walked home.
I looked at my father, and the pear blossoms on my shoulders had not fallen yet. They were decorated with my father’s simple love. I really wanted to freeze time at the moment when my father and I met: the pear blossoms fell, and the love appeared in my father’s eyes. Showing his usual tenderness, he gently took the pear blossoms off my body. It turns out that my father is so similar to this pear blossom. Looking at my father's walking figure, I couldn't help but think of the father in Zhu Ziqing's works, and suddenly I felt that my father's back was so touching. Pear blossoms are flying, decorating the world, and dad's love is as simple and moving as these pear blossoms. I really feel like my father is similar to this pear blossom.
In that season when pear blossoms were flying, I had that encounter with my father. It was precisely because of that encounter that I discovered the father who was silently escorting me and that beautiful and moving man who was as simple as pear blossoms. , pure fatherly love. Pear blossoms decorated this encounter. That beautiful encounter made me feel warmth and joy, and I will always remember it in my heart.
Brief comment: When writing about family relationships, many candidates tend to write "get along" instead of "encounter". The author of this article captures the meaning of the title very well and writes about an accidental encounter between father and daughter when they parted ways. It is not a coincidence. The word "pear blossom" is used throughout the whole text, and the description of the "pear blossom" scene is used to foreshadow and render that time. The meeting between "I" and my father is very beautiful, which undoubtedly adds to the appeal of the composition. It would be better if the ideas and language could be less artificial and more natural.