Huang Xinying has something to say:
This composition uses the parallel sentences that the teacher has recently talked about, making my original dull beginning and end richer. In my future study, I will collect more golden sentences and apply them to my writing to add color to the article and improve my writing skills.
Teacher Ying commented:
The "little daisy" in this article imitates the writing of the text "Lotus Leaf Mother". It is a relatively successful imitation and is worth learning from by students. The details that echo the front and back of the text are also a highlight of this article. As for material selection, the teacher hopes that you can continue to observe and explore in the future to make your material more innovative. Come on!
True love is seen in the subtleties (Huang Xinying of Class 718)
Mother's love is a cup of sweet water in the heat, which brings us coolness when hunger and thirst; mother's love is a lighthouse in the darkness, guiding us toward the direction; Mother's love is a warm spring breeze that blows away the snow and brings infinite spring light. (Comment: This sentence is good. Other students can't write it.)
When I was just in the seventh grade, I was under a lot of pressure, and the heavy seven subjects were so stressed that I couldn't breathe. The teacher taught the lesson flowing water (changed: refreshing) , but I am like the boat lost in the waves, not knowing where to go.
When I was doing my homework, I was confused by the difficult questions. I looked out the window. The sky was gloomy and the wind was howling. The little daisy by the window is also shaking in the wind , I feel very depressed . "Stop being slow, do your homework quickly!" Mom's urging sound came from my ears. "Stop screaming! I understand! I'm so annoyed that I'm not in the mood to do my homework!" I was so irritable that I couldn't help but shout at my mother. After seeing her after , she seemed to be stunned for a moment and then stopped talking. (Comment: Such details are the preparation for the following.)
The wind outside the window is getting stronger and stronger, and it is also a little drizzling. The little daisy is almost blown torn apart, and my mood is getting worse and worse. (Comment: Environmental description highlights the character's mood.) At this moment, a bowl of hot soup suddenly appeared at the corner of the table. When I looked back, it was my mother. She didn't know when she came in and was silently following me behind me. Looking at the steaming bowl of soup, my tears flowed uncontrollably , "What should I do, mom, I can't understand these questions. I'll take the exam in a few days. What should I do!" I began to cry about my experiences over the past few days.
The rain outside the window was rushing, and no one noticed it. The vine leaves next to the little daisy slowly leaned over and blocked the hit of the raindrops. My mother hugged me in her arms, patted my shoulder lightly, and said gently, "It doesn't matter if I don't understand. Let's calm down and think about it carefully. I'll help you." My mother's arms seemed to have a wonderful magic, and my mood actually calmed down. leaned on my mother's shoulder, (supplement: me) found that a few silver threads appeared in her thick black hair at some point. (Comment: Students, please note that the hair written about my mother here is written with the flow when I lean on my shoulder. Don’t write about my hair just to write about my hair.) Thinking back on my heavy words about my mother, I feel very uncomfortable. She is all for my own good, but I treat her like this... (Comment: This sentence echoes the previous article.)
The wind and rain did not stop, but the little yellow chrysanthemum did not move. Behind it, the vine leaves silently guarded it. With the help of my mother, I gradually found the idea of doing the questions. After solving each problem, it seemed as sweet as honey.
I want to turn into a cup of sweet water to nourish my mother's hoarse throat; I want to turn into a lighthouse to illuminate the path when my mother returns home; I want to turn into a gust of spring breeze that blows away the silver threads on my mother's head and brings endless spring light; I want to turn into a cotton jacket to warm my white angel on the front line of the fight against the epidemic - Mom.
#High School Entrance Examination#
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