Class Chen Zirong has something to say:
This time the composition has been detailed and inappropriate. Although there were ideas before the exam, there were not many ideas and no details were considered. Most of the sentences were thought out temporarily. You must be prepared before the next exam and strive to write a high-scoring essay.
Teacher Ying commented:
Zi Rong This article has good selection of materials. The mother who teaches music theory to answer questions for "me"; the mother who gives up self-care and devotes more time to improving herself and growing up with her daughter; the mother who is troubled by work, but who cares about concealing her daughter's mother who does not worry... These materials are life, real and touching. Students, have you "enlightened"? It’s not that you don’t have the material to write about, but that you lack observation. Project your vision from focusing on yourself to a wider world, and you will find more exciting things!
True love is seen in the details (Class 717 Chen Zirong)
True love is moving; true love is silent; true love is delicate. The bridge of emotions between people is our true feelings. (Comment: The rhetorical technique of parallelism at the beginning is good to hold on to "true feelings"!)
That day, the sun was scorching, and I sat on a rattan chair and read a book. The cicadas disturbed my heart, sweat scratched my face, and I turned the pages irritably, and I couldn't read a word. (Comment: Use external behavior to express inner irritability. In order to echo the following, there should be a description of sunflower .)
My mother gently walked into the room and asked me with concern. I looked up at her. There were a few strands of red blood in her eyes, her eyelids were swollen, and a few acne appeared on the tip of her nose. She seemed to have just finished the phone call, and she was hoarse, holding the phone book she had not taken out for a long time, with circles on it. Seeing me staring at the phone book, she hid it back. When she answered , she started asking. (change: It seems that I want to hide something deliberately,) "How about my new sunflower?" The in her eyes craved (change: flashing) made me feel unnatural, I (supplement: I want to sleep when I was tired, my stiff body was full of rejection, and my mother left silently without saying anything) sent her out. Mother (Supplement: When I Leaving) 's eyes are still in my mind. Every time I think back, I feel deeply guilty.
After that, she never asked about the book again, but would answer two sentences when I was confused about the content in the book. At first I was curious why she knew about music theory. Later, I saw a book called "The Complete Collection of Music Theory" on my mother's dressing table, which was full of annotations. (Comment: You can describe the "annotation" slightly, and how I feel after seeing it.) She has never been exposed to music, but just silently learns how to be my silent guide.
Grandma told me that When my mother was not married, her dressing table was filled with cosmetics and skin care products. Now, instead, books on the dressing table are replaced. From learning to entering junior high school, every math problem that cannot be solved, every time I encounter my innocent question about the world, to every time I am confused about the long journey of growth... it is my mother's wisdom that awakens my confusion. In the road of growth, every step I take is shining with the light of maternal love. (Comment: Here is an interlude, which adds to the fact that my mother was not married, so that readers can truly feel the sacrifices she made for "me".)
The pot of sunflowers bloomed , bloomed with a cute smile , , but I couldn't be happy. Since I entered junior high school, I have been troubled by studying for the time I studied . I sat in a pile of books, racking my brains to think of a number question but I couldn't figure it out.These books block the sun, making me feel like I am trapped in a dark cage. A pair of hands (supplement: quiet) took away some books, and the sun shone on the paper and pen. I looked back and saw that it was my mother. "Child, have a sleep," said the mother. I wanted to refuse, but the sleepiness that I couldn't stop made me yawn. My mother took me to the bed and asked me to lie down. She smiled and said to me, "I came over when I woke up." I looked at her and saw the pot of Xiang Hui Kui again. It smiled and looked at the sun, forgetting how dazzling the sun was. Mother also smiled. I fell asleep in a deep sleep.
woke up and saw her calling. I seemed to remember that she was facing a complex funding problem at work. After making the call, (changed: Maybe it was because I was looking at her. The moment she turned to me, the expression on her face had been managed.) She still smiled when she saw me. (Supplement: My heart is inexplicably sore, I think I must have seen the sunflower in my heart.
Later, I learned about the flower language of sunflowers: silent love, and passion for life. Mother, I no longer want to be your sun, I want to be the holding of soil under you, supporting you to smile towards the sun. Only you will give me delicate true feelings in every place that is smallest.
#High School Entrance Examination#
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