College entrance examination full score composition classification Daquan

Chapter 35 Commemoration (1)
(Guangdong volume in 2005)

composition test questions
To commemorate is to remember people and things in a certain way.It can not only be the nation's recollection of past honors, memorial to past pains, but also personal nostalgia for relatives and friends.The form may be different, but the meaning is equally real.The real memorial is the echo of the soul, the echo of history.It sticks to beliefs and conveys courage; it collects emotions and shares happiness; it examines the past and inspires the future.

Please write an article on the topic of "Remembrance".

Question Analysis
This is an open topic, and the scope of writing is very wide. It can be written about a person, an event, a nation, or a country. The key is to write about the meaning and inner feelings of commemoration.Candidates can take the first step to make the abstract thing of "commemoration" concrete and small, that is, to see the big from the small and avoid empty to empty.The second step is to learn to focus on the past, hold on to the theme of "commemoration", and set a point for emotional expression.The third step is to determine the style of writing. The large scope is suitable for writing argumentative articles, and the personal aspect is suitable for writing narrative articles.Generally speaking, the composition of this topic can basically allow students to have something to say and express their feelings, and avoid the generalization of emotions.

Writing Ideas Tips
The topic of "commemoration" has a clear and strong emotional color.Judging from the scope of writing, it can be roughly divided into two types: the national type and the personal life type. (5000) National type.Candidates can write "World War II" from the perspective of world history, or recall the enlightenment of China's [-]-year civilization history from the perspective of Chinese history, and so on. ([-]) Personal life style.Candidates can pick up a small wave in life, recall the old times of relatives and friends, recall the impact of painful past events on their life journey, and so on.

Full score sample essay
Fragrance lasts forever
(Candidate [-] from Guangdong)

The gently swaying catkins are like your flowing long hair; the shining stars are like your bright eyes; missing.

Mom, I became better after you left.In memory of you, I have become much more diligent, sweeping the house clean; putting things in order; and polishing the furniture to shine.Everything is the same as you used to do for the family, as if you never left; you used to nag me about misplacing things, saying how girls have such bad habits and need to get rid of them.Every time I always pout my mouth to you, coquettishly saying what am I afraid of with my mother around.When you were alive, I couldn't get rid of this bad habit. I always loved to rely on you. Now that you are gone, I actually got rid of this bad habit. How happy you would be to see me become so good Ah, is it, Mom?I really hope you can hear it, I changed it in your memory.

Mom, I care more about my sister after you left.To commemorate you, I treat my sister as gentle as you used to. I often check my sister's homework, attendance, etc. Don't worry, my sister is also very obedient. We have grown up and will not always love like before. Losing your temper and quarreling at every turn annoys you, maybe you don’t know, even the neighbor’s Ninth Lady praises our two sisters for being obedient and sensible everywhere, and even asks her Er Gouwa to follow our example and stop fighting with his little brother .Mom, did you hear that?In memory of you, I became more like a sister.

Mom, I grew my hair long after you left.In memory of you, me who never had long hair—your tomboy daughter decided to grow it long, long, just like you did.Walking in the village, they all said that the child looked more and more like her mother.Mom, you used to blame me for cutting my hair so short, saying it was not girly at all, and telling me to grow my hair long.Now my hair is long, really long, and you are no longer around, mom, and you can't see it.Mom, I wish you could see it.In memory of you, I grow my hair long.

Mom, you are gone, the whole world has become so strange, I am at a loss.I became independent and learned to do various jobs.I have arranged my home the same as it was before your death.Mom, do you know?It is to better commemorate you.Your voice, smile, and demeanor have already been deeply imprinted on my daughter's heart.I would like to believe in the existence of spirits so that you, mom, know that your daughter remembers you in these special ways.

Mom, your kindness to me is like a fragrance that lasts forever, but my daughter can only do these small things to commemorate you. May my mother rest in peace.

score review
This is a beautiful prose with a strong lyrical color, which is a commemorative article of personal life.Candidates skillfully use metaphors, parallelism and other rhetorical techniques at the beginning of the article to strongly exaggerate the feeling of commemoration, which establishes the emotional tone of the full text, and is also a summary of the full text.In order to highlight the center of commemorating the mother, candidates carefully selected three typical materials: doing housework frequently, caring for the younger sister and growing long hair.Deep emotions turned into a special way of commemoration.

very big tree
(Candidate [-] from Guangdong)

This year Qingming, I came to that grave again.The tree was already tall, and I scanned the clean stele over and over again, feeling a dull pain in my heart. Facing her kind smile, I silently shed tears.

The tree swayed with the wind, and I held onto the branches to enter the memories.

She is my nanny.Now there should be no such way of calling her. When she is here, I only call her grandma.My mother was busy with work, so I followed her.She took part of the money from my family as salary every month, but I didn't know it.I remember when she was six years old, she took 30 yuan from her mother, and I pestered her to buy fruit to eat.My mother was unwilling, so she gave her more money and asked her to buy it for me.With a happy face, she took me to the fruit stand.She quickly weighed some of what I wanted to eat and paid for it readily.When I was about to show off with the fruit, she stopped me in a low voice: "Give this money to your mother." She gave me ten yuan, which was what my mother bought for me just now.With the change she got back, she patted my head and went to work.

I never thought there was anything wrong with this, but when I told my mother the whole story, my mother scolded me like hell: "You don't know how difficult it is for her to live alone in her old age! She can buy the fruit you want I have enough rice for a few days." I was full of grievances: "I don't know, I didn't ask for what she wanted to give!" It's a matter of course, but since then, every time I eat fruit, I think of her at that time. Mysterious and smiling face.I don't think she is great, but her kindness and selflessness are enough to make me think she is extraordinary.

When the leaves are green, it is active; when the leaves are yellow, it falls.But it used to be green.

Grandma left us that night.She was not in pain, and she was still washing clothes for Lao Li's children when she left!I always thought she was my real grandma, even more so than my mates.When I knew she was just a nanny, I tried not to think about her and relied on her, but she was clearly dependent on me, she insisted on hugging and kissing me, even though I was old enough to know how to be shy.No one told me, but she is clearly a kind of fraternity!She has no children in her life, but she has no fewer than ten grandsons and granddaughters...

The tree in front of the grave was planted by me secretly.If my mother knew, I don't think she would have stopped me.The little sapling "grows up quickly" surprisingly, just like my grandma used to tell me.Every year I come to commemorate her, sprinkle water on the tree, and at the same time, sweep away the fallen leaves to let it show new buds.

I will never meet such a simple and kind person again.But the little tree in my heart is also growing, just like the one in front of the grave.After many years, someone must have come to see it, ah, what a big tree!That is my life's blessing.

As a human being, I want to be like her!

score review
Candidates use plain language to connect the nanny's ordinary and simple life in the past and the author's endless gratitude to the nanny, so that the article goes from the present to the past, and from the past to the present, with a smooth flow and a clear context.The article is from reality to fiction, and the emotion is sublimated, which has a relatively profound connotation.

that notebook

(Candidate [-] from Guangdong)

In the distant heaven, there is a mythical beast called "Unicorn", which uses the unique "water vortex" to store everything in the world, and my mother's notebook also records everything about me.

--Inscription

"Happy birthday to you", this song rang in my ears, because today is the No.18 "anniversary" of my birth.Mom and Dad prepared a big cake for me early.When our family of three was enjoying the cake, I suddenly had a whim and took out the thick photo album.

On the first page, there was a photo of me sitting naked in my crib, giggling.At that time, I was chubby, and people always had the urge to pinch my face when they saw it.With a smile, my mother said in a loving tone: "This is the photo taken on the hundredth day of your birth."Turning to the second page, there is a picture of my mother holding me in her arms. My mother said that it was taken when I was three months old.I twisted in my mother's arms in a childlike way, and my father smiled and said, "That notebook of yours will come in handy."

Mom took out a sky blue book from the drawer.She opened it, and I saw it, wow!It was densely written with words.Look carefully, it's all about me. "On February [-], my daughter was born!" "On December [-], my daughter was ten months old and could walk!" "On January [-], my daughter was eleven months old, and she called her mother for the first time!" "May..." Looking at it, my eyes were unknowingly filled with tears.I lamented the passing of time, felt the changes of the years, and even moved my mother's attention and care for me.

I have always felt that my mother was very strict and a bit of a "warlord rule". In contrast, my father was more tolerant.Therefore, I feel that my mother does not love me.But when I opened this notebook, I found that the truth is not what I imagined. Mother's love is so simple but profound, but I have never discovered it.

I rubbed my wet eyes and didn't say anything, but I knew very well what to do.On that day, I made a vow in my heart, for me and for my parents.

Our family happily continued to flip through the photo album.In my mother's notebook that records my countless "remembrance days", I want to add another one, in memory of my understanding of mother's love, in memory of the oath in my heart, "February [-]nd, daughter, she understood!"

score review
This article is a good article that is good at drawing materials from life and expressing emotion.The author does not have that kind of earth-shattering and vigorous grand narrative, but only cuts in from the cross-section of his parents celebrating his own birthday, grasping the two lives of his mother looking through photo albums for "me" and writing growth diaries for more than ten years. The details are intertwined into the text, and through the lines, what we see is the touch of ordinary people's daily life.

commemorate the four seasons of life
(Candidate [-] from Guangdong)

I keep the drizzle in spring, the fire in summer, the red leaves in autumn and the white snow in winter forever in my heart to commemorate the four seasons in my life.

--Inscription

Spring:

I always like the grass growing and warblers flying, the cherry blossoms all over the ground, and the catkins all over the sky in bright spring days; I always like the willow wind that doesn’t blow my face, the apricot blossom rain that makes my clothes wet, and the paper kites that fill the sky and the smiling faces of children...

I love spring, I always think that spring is the beginning of a year, and naturally it is also the beginning of a certain stage of life. The world of snow is crystal clear.

Which season is more beautiful than spring, and which season is more memorable than spring?
Summer:

I always like the wind blowing from under the simple thin fan on hot summer nights. The slight coolness always reminds me of the long time when I was leaning against my mother watching the sky full of stars and listening to the story told by my mother when I was a child... …

I have a soft spot for every summer, just because there are two major events in my life, in the summer, the high school entrance examination and the college entrance examination, the high school entrance examination has gone away from me, and the high school entrance examination is about to leave me.

I think that when I face the setting sun in the west and think about this summer again in the summer after a few years, I will prepare everything for today’s setting sun. After all, summer is far away, and I will always commemorate this summer , only the singing of cicadas full of trees and the phoenix flowers all over the mountains and plains.

Fall:

I always like the dead leaves that rise with the wind in the cool wind in late autumn. The ups and downs in the wind always make me feel the loneliness and desolation of life. The leaves rise and fall with the wind.I am most afraid of autumn. I always feel that autumn is a sad season. Even if it is sunny autumn, I always feel sad for no reason. Maybe sadness belongs to autumn, so let sadness commemorate the desolate autumn!
Winter:

I always like the dots of green under the green pine covered with snow in winter. The tenacity and persistence of the green life in a piece of elegance always strongly shocks my heart.

If you find something to commemorate winter, I think it is not the snow all over the sky, but the green pines under the snow.

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