College entrance examination full score composition classification Daquan

Chapter 73 I want to hold your hand (2)
Walking on the campus of the past, friends no longer belong to it, but I have to spend another winter here.The jade locust trees beside the road rustled in the autumn wind, as if they were talking to each other.The street lights have been turned on, soft white light, but in my opinion today, it is completely dim.As before, there are people coming and going on campus, but there are more unfamiliar faces and fewer familiar faces.Walking silently with my friends like this, even though there are thousands of words, but I don't know where to start. I understand that silence is better than sound at this time.My friend finally couldn't bear it several times and asked me to go back.I didn't speak, just held his hand tightly and walked stubbornly one way after another.Because, I know what two years and three years mean to a pure and precious friendship.When I was approaching the school gate, I couldn't leave the school. My friend suddenly turned around and held hands tightly. I knew it was time to say goodbye. At that moment, I felt like crying!For a long time, my friend choked up and said: "Go back!" I couldn't speak anymore, I looked up at the blue-gray sky, I quietly retracted my steps, the night wind gradually picked up, blowing my messy hair, I retracted my hands into my sleeves, and the shadows on the ground, like long teardrops, quietly performed heartbreaking desolation for me in this quiet campus dusk!
I said in my heart: hold your hand, cherish it in this life.

score review
The author skillfully uses contrasting methods to describe this meeting in a vivid and moving way.The article uses the word "love" throughout, touching people's hearts.The inscription and the inner monologue at the end "Hold your hand, treasure this life", echoing from beginning to end, not only makes the structure rigorous, but also strongly highlights the main purpose of the article.

I want to hold your hand

(a candidate from Shanghai)

Shaking hands is a very common etiquette.Shake hands, let the feelings become deeper.

I want to hold your hand, my kindest mother.It is you who gave me life to enjoy sunshine and rain.How many days and nights have you gone through with excitement, anticipation and uneasiness from the time you conceived in October to when you were born.Silent tears drenched 360 sleepless days. They were the tears of your happiness as a complete woman, but also the tears of how much bitterness and pain you endured.When the new life grows up day by day under your care, your life is getting old day by day.The selfless mother's love has turned into the sweet milk for your children to grow up healthily, but it also deeply engraved the wrinkles of time on your forehead.It is said that maternal love is the greatest love in the world, so, my kindest mother, let me hold your hand tightly, and see how many traces of my growth have been in that calloused hand, and I will feel it again and again in my heart. Feel the greatest love you gave me, and then, I can forget all the tears and scars along the way, and enjoy the sun and rain quietly again.

I want to hold your hand, my dearest papa.It is you who gave me the strength and courage to walk.I vaguely remember that when I was just learning to walk when I was a child, every time I fell down, you didn't pull me up immediately, but you comforted me not to cry, and encouraged me to stand up by myself.You said, "Man, you have to learn to walk by yourself. If you fall down, you have to stand up by yourself."Although at that time I didn't understand the meaning of your words at all.However, when I really stood up by myself, your smile made me forget the pain when I fell.And in the future, every time I fall down, I will learn to stand up by myself.It is said that "knowing a son is like a father", maybe I didn't really understand my father's words when I was young, but as I grew up day by day, I also began to understand how simple my father's words are. Meaningful!
I want to hold your hand, my most respectable teacher.It is you who taught me valuable knowledge and made me grow from an ignorant child to a sensible young man.From teaching me to understand every Chinese character and every line of sentence in the book, to letting me understand the wordless "Book of Heaven" of society, how many mornings and midnights, how many drops of sweat and tears, how many hard work and expectations, from you From my youth to the moment when my life comes to a successful conclusion, it continues on the three-foot podium.If shaking hands can express my sincere gratitude to you, please let me hold your hands tightly for the rest of my life.I hope all the gratitude can be turned into the most authentic blessings, and wish the teacher a safe life.

Shake hands and make our world a better place!

score review
Candidates carefully selected materials, respectively selected three lyrical objects of mother, father, and teacher, and three deliberately depicted pictures, interpreting the topic "I want to hold your hand" in a unique and affectionate way, with rich meaning.Precise selection of materials and ingenious conception are the unique successes of this article.

I want to hold your hand

(a candidate from Shanghai)

In spring, I want to hold your hand!

When the last touch of snow is still on the top of the mountain in winter, you will start to germinate in the melted snow water, regardless of the remaining coldness of the snow water, and not afraid of the roar of the cold wind at night.The snow on the top of the mountain is gone, the cold wind has lost his partner, and he has returned to his hometown in Siberia.Spring, the spring bred in snow water, shows your smiling face freshly, turns into willow leaves, spit out a trace of green;Peach red willow green is spring, colorful is spring.Children sing about the future in spring, and farmers sow hope in spring.

In spring, I want to hold your hand and tell you my yearning for life. Holding your hand is like holding green and hope.Spring smiles, I hope that in your heart, spring is in love.

In spring, you rush forward in a hurry, and even a kite riding auspicious clouds under the blue sky can hardly catch up with your smile.

Summer, I want to hold your hand!

Green seeds are left in spring, and willow trees, clusters of flowers, and pools of spring water are nourished with warm embrace in summer.The green shade of the willow trees is getting stronger and stronger, giving people coolness; the flowers are closing their curtains with the brightest smiles, and green fruits are hanging among the trees;

The sun is the ruler of summer, it wakes up the earliest, sleeps the latest, and ignites all enthusiasm.Students study hard, farmers work in the fields, and workers play labor symphony in factories.The summer is really tiring, and the torrential rain is her sweat.

In summer, I want to hold your hand and beg you to give me eternal enthusiasm.Summer waved his sleeves, summer was in the sweat, passion was in the soul.

Autumn, I want to hold your hand!

Autumn didn't know which tree to hide behind, silently watching the departure of Xia Tian.The peach is red, the pears are yellow, the grapes are fragrant at night, the corn has opened the corn husk, and the rice has bent over. In autumn, they put on costumes and came to the stage.The autumn wind blows, the farmers harvest the crops, the birds put on thick feathers, and the proud peacock also folds its wings.Autumn rain is the sad tears of autumn, and autumn frost is the prelude to parting in autumn.

Autumn, I want to hold your hand, the golden autumn leaves me a golden harvest, and the sentimental autumn leaves a sentimental dream.Autumn is in a dream.

In winter, I want to hold your hand!

Bai Xue is like a prophet, everything will start again, let us turn the world into a blank sheet of paper again.In winter, shaking hands in the sky, snowflakes fall, the trees, the mountains, the fields, and the villages are white.In the white-capped world, only the north wind insists on patrolling.

In winter, I want to hold your hand, don't let the cold winter disappear people's dreams.Winter is a wise man, white is a pure world, and severe cold only stays in the frozen heart.

Four seasons, I want to hold your hand, four seasons replied, the season of love is spring, the season of sweat is summer, the season of dreams is autumn, and the season of hope is never winter.There is spring, summer, autumn and winter, and there is this colorful world.

score review
This is a masterpiece of beautiful prose examination.The author finds a unique way, casts his eyes on nature, uses analogy, selects the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and shakes hands with it.In addition, the author also cleverly uses the title of the article, adopts rhetorical techniques such as comparison, call, repetition, etc., and the length of the sentence is mixed, and the combination of parallel and prose sentences is in perfect harmony and complements each other.

wonderful words
The season of love is spring, the season of sweat is summer, the season of dreams is autumn, and the season of hope is never winter.

I want to hold your hand

(a candidate from Shanghai)

Pengcheng Long Street, you can't see the crowds, the earth is full of parting tears;

Zhihua, the sun and the moon, understand the true meaning of life, and the grandeur runs through the sky of Shenzhou.

--Inscription

There is a handshake that does not require direct contact, and a handshake that requires only emotional dialogue.Thousands of miles away, I watched Cong Fei's hearse slowly moving on the TV screen, and I had a solemnity that I didn't have in ordinary times. Flying to Shenzhen, he held tightly his hand that was originally thick but now weakened by the disease.

Cong Fei, I have a lot to say to you:

Being an artist is hard work, but being a charitable artist should be noble.Since 1997, you have joined the Shenzhen Volunteer Federation, performed more than 300 public welfare performances, and donated more than 300 million yuan.There must be public welfare activities, so that it can reflect the love of an artist.You did it, with so many public welfare performances, you gave all the commercial performance fees you got to others.It’s understandable to do so on the basis of satisfying your own material life, but you don’t even care about your family’s life, you just carve your own inner world with your heart.Knowing that your body is going to collapse, you still pray for kindness and justice with a hoarse voice on the stage, and sing about the beautiful vision, and the appearance fee is still sponsoring others.You just said, "Helping others is a kind of happiness. As long as you give me life, I will bring happiness to others." I said that you seem a little silly.

In the face of out-of-school children and children in impoverished mountainous areas, you have given them help, and they will always remember you.However, some so-called "poor families" in towns and cities treat you as a cash cow and their shoulders for fame and wealth, and sometimes call you to urge you to send money when you are in financial difficulties.At that time, you were so sick that you couldn't even take care of yourself, and you had to spend money on hospitalization and living expenses, and you couldn't stand on the stage to earn money because of your illness, but you gritted your teeth and sold everything you wanted, and you didn't give up on them. Promise of.You ask too little about what you want and too much about what others lack.In the face of poverty, you only said "let my singing give you my deepest blessings and best wishes".I said you seem a little silly.

"The most precious thing for a person is life", you are 37 years old, and you have fallen asleep forever with your heart facing the society and caring for the common people.Your smile is beautiful, and you are the most beautiful whether you are singing or sleeping in that beautiful white costume. We all hope to see you sleep peacefully without any worries, and we also hope that you will take off the burden and become a People like ordinary people go to sleep peacefully, but you don't even let go of the last moment of your life. You even proposed to donate your cornea so that your useful organs can help those in need.In every moment of your life, you are thinking about other people.I still say you seem a little silly.

"The wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return when he is gone." In the field of your struggle, you will step on more roads...

Cong Fei, hold your hand and wish you a good journey.

score review
The author uses Cong Fei, an entertainer with both virtue and art, to interpret the title wittily and perfectly.The inscription carefully written at the beginning of the article is like an elegiac couplet, which not only reproduces the grief scene of thousands of people crying when Cong Fei passed away, but also highly praises the broad and selfless mind of the Sri Lankan man, and also sets the tone for the article, creating a strong atmosphere of grief .

I want to hold your hand

(a candidate from Shanghai)

your hand my hand
In my impression, your hands are big, but mine are small.Your hands can always easily wrap mine, or cover my entire face.Then I'd try to get my hands or my face out of yours, just never succeed.

In my impression, your hands are amazing, but mine are clumsy.Your hands can always conjure what I want, and you can play such beautiful music on my little keyboard.In fact, I have tried many times in private, but even if I found the sheet music, I couldn't play your melody, never succeeded.

I always hope that one day, our hands can be exchanged, my hands will become big, strong, and magical, and then I can hold your hand.

when you hold my hand

I still remember that you held my hand and sang, singing "Little Poplar" and "September Ninth Wine". side echo.I know it's because you're by my side, because my hand is in yours.

I still remember that you held my hand to fly the kite, we ran and laughed wantonly, watching the kite fly higher and higher, but I greedily refused to leave your palm and your embrace.I said to myself, with you here, I will be a kite that cannot fly.

When you hold my hand, there is no fear and cold in my world; when you hold my hand, I will always have a clear sky; when you hold my hand, I am really a kite, even if Even if it flies, it is still in your hands.

I always hope that one day, I can hold your hand and hold up a clear sky for you.

I want to hold your hand

Countless times, I want to have you hold my hand, give me warmth, give me courage, give me love, tell me that you are by my side.

Countless times, you held my hand, gave me warmth, courage, and love.But that time, when I should have held your hand, I didn't.

When you were lying on the hospital bed and wearing a respirator, I saw your painful expression and heard your rapid breathing.I whisper in your ear, I know you want to open your eyes, I know you want to hold my hand.I really want, really want to hold your hand, but I don't know why, but I didn't, and I was still foolishly waiting for you to hold my hand.

You are fighting desperately with death, but I didn't hold your hand to give you courage; your body temperature gradually dissipated, but I didn't hold your hand to give you warmth; you breathed hard, trying to go Fight for a miracle and I don't hold your hand, give you a message of love, tell you that I'm here.

I really want to hold your hand, and make you smile and try to pull it out of my hand; I really want to hold your hand, and hold up a bright clear sky for you; I really want to hold your hand, Let my body temperature pour into your palm; I really want to hold your hand, let me spend my whole life to repay your kindness; I really want to hold your hand and say to you: the first half of your life I can't participate, and I will accompany you to the end for the rest of your life. ...

But I didn't, I didn't hold your hand when you needed it most, and I couldn't accompany you through the last part of the journey, leaving only endless "thinking about it".

I remember when I was acting like a baby when I was a child, I once said, "In the next life, I will be my father's daughter."Now, I want to say this, if there is an afterlife, please let me be your daughter and hold your hand forever.

score review
The article is sincere and touching to read.The setting of the three subtitles is very unique, and at the same time it is a hint to the clues of the writing, which plays a role in promoting the waves of the article and deepening the central idea.The most exciting thing is the setting of suspense in the article. It is not until the end of the article that readers realize that what "I" wants to hold is the hand of the father, and the family affection and touch are immediately on the paper.

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