College entrance examination full score composition classification Daquan

Chapter 66 The Choice of the Heart (2)
After reading the military books, I know that the most taboo thing for the ancients to use soldiers is to have no way to return.At first it was just a laugh.But slowly, it reminded me of home again.People are walking, but what if they encounter a road with an unknown future?Go, maybe there is no retreat, and I don't know whether the choice is correct or not.Sleepy and tired, when I turned around, I suddenly found that the way home was always behind me.

However, I used to disdain the existence of home and longed for the roads leading to the future.I want to feel what it's like to be away from home.

Finally one day, after evening self-study, I decided to experience it.After hesitating for a moment, I chose a path that I thought was wonderful, and with a shake of my head, I melted into the embrace of the night like lightning.

Soon, the tall building disappeared.The bungalows also disappeared.There is a wilderness all around me, the stars are clustered around me, the quiet night opens up to me, and naughty bugs hum in the dark from time to time.I am satisfied, and I am proud of my choice.Never go home again, I thought.

Soon, however, I became cold.The surroundings are always just such an open view.I'm bored.It was so quiet, I felt abandoned.The sky is like a huge envelope, so big that it makes people panic.I feel like a lonely ghost wandering around the world without knowing where to go.I repented and looked back, just as Moses looked over Abraham's land.The way home is still there.For some reason, I turned the front of the car sharply and rushed back like crazy.

Tall buildings appeared, and I gasped.The World Cup is in full swing, because the TV in the restaurant is full of green.I noticed a small shoe shiner who had been stationed at the window for a long time, and seemed to be intoxicated by the suave and coquettish football stars.Is this a person whose home is heaven and earth?
I meditate, I reflect.

Home is near, the living room light is on.Looking behind, looking down at the road, my heart moved - this is the way home.I raised my head: No matter which way I go from now on, I will never forget my home, and let the way home be behind me...

score review
In modern society, information is developing at a high speed, and there are row upon row of high-rise buildings. People are busy with affairs, tired of coping, looking haggard, walking in a hurry, lost in this materialized world... Candidates' "leaving home" and "going home" are just the truth of this contradiction. reflect.The article describes the examinee's unique feelings about home, which is thought-provoking.

Wandering in the darkness

(Candidate No. [-] from Zhejiang)

In pursuit of light and heat, the moth flings itself towards the lamp, and finally dies under the lamp, or is immersed in oil. Moths are worthy of praise.The heart's longing for light made it ignore the ridicule of the world, and chose death between life and death to achieve the beauty in the flames, so there was a burst of heat in the body, and a moment of joy in the heart, it turned into a wisp of smoke, a Pinch of ash.

So I lit a candle in the dark night, hoping to attract the noble wings with the dim light and slightly hot temperature.The candle shadow swayed, the candle flame flickered, and the green smoke rose and dispersed.Waiting, in a state of confusion...

It seems that I have seen such scenes: Lu Xun wrote an article while coughing, "Those who love the night received the light that the night gives"; Franz Kafka completed the autobiographical novel "The Judgment" all night, which is related The dialogue of my own soul, "My heart is aching." Marcel Proust kept himself locked in a secret room from the age of 35 until his death, with doors and windows closed, and "Remembrance of Things Past" became his only comfort; Zhang Chengzhi was doing his "quiet night homework". At midnight, he lit a cigarette to commemorate the moment when night and dawn were connected...

O these lonely and great souls!
The night was eerily quiet, but the shadows of the candles were still flickering.

Are they warriors in the dark?Are they running in the dark out of helplessness?Are they suffering in the night?Are they happy in the dark?
I don't know, the shadow of the candle is still there.

The pair of wings finally came and stopped at the corner of the table. Are you hesitating, afraid of turning into ashes? "No, I am longing, longing for that beautiful moment; I am also waiting, waiting for the power I have accumulated for a long time." The wings fluttered, the candle flames danced, and the wings were flying, so I heard the sound of the whole world, not moaning , not crying, but shouting, cheering.

Everything returned to calm again, no broken wings, no dead bodies, not even a pinch of ashes.

The candle has become shorter, but it is still burning...

O warriors of the night!It seems that I love the night so much, but isn't the struggle in the night all about seeking a ray of light in my heart?Some people love the night because of the infinite light behind the night, moths are like this, and so is Lu Xun.

I am extremely lucky, born under the light, but why am I still confused?After this night, I will no longer be confused, and my soul has a choice.I am not a warrior in the dark night, but I still pursue the bright and upright, pursue it with youth, and pursue it with wisdom. I want to make those who have wandered in the dark smile with bright smiles.Yes, this is the choice of my heart after one night.

The candle went out and turned into the last wisp of smoke.

Its daybreak……

score review
The title of the article is unique and refined, which shows the candidates' unique wisdom from the very beginning.In the selection of materials, several Chinese and foreign examples with cultural connotations were selected, which showed the candidates' extraordinary literary accomplishments. In addition, some philosophical quotes were quoted, supplemented by parallelism, which made this composition brilliant. Smart and brilliant.

Stinger
(a candidate from Hubei)

Touching a long gold bullet in his hand, tears welled up in his eyes.For so many years, bullets have stuck in his heart like poisonous thorns, and sorrow has wrapped around his heart like silk threads...

He is a sharpshooter in the mountains. His life is so peaceful and quiet. He and his mother live by hunting at the foot of the mountain. Maybe it's because people are not as good as God, and his mother suddenly fell ill.Seeing his mother's gradually thinning face, he was burning with anxiety.

The doctor said that only the hard work of King Monkey on the mountain can be effective for her disease. The hunter didn't say anything, and went up the mountain with a long gun on his back...

After two or three days of restless searching, he finally found a little white monkey, and his heart was pounding.

Mother, my son will be back, you wait...

So, his eyes chased the figure of the little white monkey, and stopped on an old tree. To his surprise, there was an old female monkey sitting upright beside the little monkey.

The little monkey frolics and cuddles in the arms of the mother monkey, who caresses the little monkey's head and feeds the little monkey...

The noon light was very dazzling, the hunter raised his gun and took aim.

Suddenly, the old female monkey seemed to see the muzzle where the gun was aiming. She looked at the hunter, and the vigilance in her eyes turned into a kind of sadness, flowing. To the chest, and then looked at the hunter with pleading eyes, with a language flowing in his eyes: "Please wait a while, just for a while, let the child suck more milk. Please."

Putting the baby who was full of milk on the branch, it quickly found two banana leaves, made them into a bowl shape, squeezed its huge breasts desperately, carefully connected them with the leaves, and gently squeezed their breasts. Leafs laden with milk stand among the branches.

So, it beckoned and sat there motionless, staring at the little monkey from afar with dull eyes...

The hunter watched this dramatic scene, he was stunned, tears welled up in his eyes, his hands trembled as if he couldn’t lift the gun, the mother monkey’s maternal love reminded him of his mother and his feelings, it was real, but so helpless ...

The heart of the hunter, who had never been soft, trembled, and he couldn't bear it.With blindfolded eyes, he raised his gun...

My mother's illness was miraculously cured.Self-deprecatingly, the sharpshooter was indeed a sharpshooter, and he took out the bullet from the mother monkey's heart, and he fondled it in his hand. He not only shot the bullet into that heart full of love, but also shot into his own heart, as deep as a poisonous thorn. stab deep...

Oh, an option.

score review
The examinee narrated a mythical and legendary story for us with beautiful words, especially when describing the pleading eyes of the mother monkey in order to protect the baby monkey, and the expression when she was feeding the baby monkey. This kind of maternal love is impressive and tear-jerking.Through this tortuous and vivid story, the article educates people to be friendly to others from the negative side, and points out the direction of "choice of the soul" for us.

选择
(Candidate No. [-] in Sichuan)

if i were a cloud,

I'll give up being high,

I choose to turn into a drop of light rain falling into the world.

you have to ask me why,
Please look at the lush life,

That, is my answer.

if i were a river,
I will give up running to the sea,

I choose to turn into sweet springs and flow into wheat fields.

you have to ask me why,
Please listen to the joyful laughter of the peasant uncle,

That, is my answer.

If I were a Ganoderma lucidum,
I would give up my long life,

I chose to turn it into drops of medicinal soup and pour it into my mouth.

you have to ask me why,
Please look at the smiling face of the recovered patient,

That, is my answer.

If I were a piece of ore,
I would give up peace and ease,
I chose to melt into the furnace and turn into hot molten steel.

you have to ask me why,
Please look at the tall buildings,
That, is my answer.

If I were a white dove,
I would give up free play,

I choose to hold the olive branch forever

Nation at war.

you have to ask me why,
look at the children who have suffered the pain of war
playing happily,
That, is my answer.

Life is an endless multiple-choice question,
forward?backward?go left?to the right?
If you've lost your way, look inside your mind

Truth, goodness and beauty,
That, is your answer.

score review
This is a rare masterpiece of poetry examination.Candidates used the "heavy chapter" technique that is rare in new poems: the whole poem is divided into several sections, each section has basically the same structure, and repeated chanting enhances the expressive force and formal beauty of the poem.

(End of this chapter)