College entrance examination full score composition classification Daquan

Chapter 79 People and Roads (2)
Composition is just like walking on the road. Some people stride with their heads high and domineering;But remember: no matter how you go, you have to walk on your own way!

Remember?A piece of "The Death of the Red Rabbit" caused a sensation in the literary world, and Xiaosheng was fortunate to read it. It is indeed a masterpiece.But after that, the works of classical Chinese were like spring grass after the rain, showing a trend of madness, and everyone embarked on the old road of returning to the ancient times.Ever since, Qu Yuan climbed up and jumped down from Miluo; Xiang Yu performed for free, which can be seen everywhere;I think my 5000-year history is not enough for later generations to learn use cases.

Embarking on the old road of returning to ancient times, the new story has come to an end.The eyes of the students are full of confusion at a glance.I don't understand, I really don't understand!The same road has been walked by the predecessors and created brilliance, but now it is "the mountains are heavy and the rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out".sad!Alas!I don’t know if they really don’t understand: no matter how good the poems of Li Shangyin and Du Mu are, they are just little Li Du;
You can't learn from other people's way, why not develop your own!So what?

Back then, Han Han's half-hour article "Peeping Man in a Cup" was so great!So another group of students embarked on the road of innovation. The fragmented text is called individuality, a poem that no one can understand is called depth, and tears flow down the face when a feather falls from the sky.It is certainly inappropriate to follow the old path of the predecessors, but it is not feasible to go to the United States directly from China to the center of the earth if you go too far.

One's own way comes from the predecessors, but not constrained by the predecessors, so that one can walk out of one's own glory.

Chu Ci, Han Fu, Tang Poetry, Song Ci, Yuan Qu, Ming and Qing novels, which one cannot find imprints on the predecessors, and which one does not have distinct characteristics of the times?
Our composition should go out of our own way and be an innovative person.

When it comes to parting, it is no longer a farewell at the broken willows or a tearful farewell at Baqiao. Modern communication is enough to maintain the connection between two people.Now let's talk about "going out of Yangguan in the west without an old friend", as for it?A phone call, an airplane, wherever you go, you can "persuade you to have a glass of wine", isn't it?
Therefore, innovation should be emphasized in composition, personality should be individualized in life, and a path of one's own should be blazed in walking.

Let's end with a line from "Journey to the West"! "Dare to ask where the road is, the road is under your feet..."

score review
The author's witty and unexpected idea is based on the bad habits of composition in the college entrance examination.In recent years, the phenomenon of "swarming of bees" in the composition of the college entrance examination is quite serious. Many candidates are taking the "shortcut to the south", but they do not know that it is counterproductive!This article clicks on "Acupoints", which has unique insights.The written expression is free and easy, and the knowledge is relatively broad.

man and road

(a candidate from Jiangsu)

There is long smoke in the desert, the cold moon in the lonely spring, the sound of Xiao Xiao, and the long wind for thousands of years.I leaned against the trembling body of Mogao Grottoes, and in front of me was the road, Xuanzang's lonely half-life's road of faith.A hundred years of shame in Dunhuang, a thousand years of wind and frost on the westbound road.

According to historical records, Xuanzang traveled westward mostly alone. In my eyes, the three apprentices in "Journey to the West" are the three aspects of Xuanzang's spirit: Wukong-the bravery of the one who opened the way;

Wukong, this artistic image worshiped by almost all boys, is the image of a brave man.He moved forward all the way, braved all obstacles, and dared to fight all those who stood in his way.Opening the way is always accompanied by sacrifice and bloodshed, but as long as there is courage, as long as the belief is firm enough, the one who opens the way can be like Monkey King, with copper arms and iron hands, and an indestructible body.Xuanzang is the one who opened the way with such a will as iron and a heart as steel.The yellow sand has been for thousands of years, and his solid footprints cannot be blown away, which is a proof of his bravery.

Bajie, he is often ridiculed, but in my eyes, he knows how to persevere the most.Without temptation, it is impossible to show the value of persistence; without hesitation, it is impossible to show the difficulty of persistence.Bajie, who was going west, was the one who wavered the most, but he persisted until the end.This rare value is the driving force for many walkers to persevere.Xuanzang, persistence is the most important thing.For several years, I have lived in silence for half my life, and faced the desperate situation of life and death countless times.The fear and despair brought by the desert dissipated when Xuanzang gritted his teeth.

Drifting, he is always silent.In the novel, he is not good at talking, serious and honest.Among the three brothers, Drifting has the shallowest way, but his pace is not slow at all.This is the life of traveling, and it is also the life state of Xuanzang all the way westward.How many days and nights, he walked alone in the vast sandy sea, without friends or companions.Loneliness, for a lone traveler, is more terrible than natural disasters.But in Xuanzang's heart, there is his supreme Buddha, and in his deep eyes, one can see his not lonely heart.

Xuanzang, as a master, his life interprets the meaning of faith.The road is difficult and divergent. Faith is the source of all courage and persistence, and the power to fight against loneliness.Tang Sanzang is the real, last, and only strong man in "Journey to the West". He is the symbol of all power and greatness.

The strong wind of the frontier fortress made me feel bad, and I felt even more distressed about the Chinese treasures living in foreign countries.This year marks a hundred years since the shameful year when Wang Yuanlu opened the treasure of Dunhuang civilization.Scholars who study Dunhuang studies, you must always stand here, looking west at the road of Xuanzang, right?Did you learn to be brave and persistent, and learn to endure loneliness on the road ahead?Then, I know that you will definitely start your journey and pursue Xuanzang to save Mogao Grottoes, Dunhuang culture, and Chinese culture.

There is a long way to go.pray.The 950 million candidates who are currently writing essays in the examination room will also embark on the road of Xuanzang, researchers of Dunhuang studies, and the revival of Chinese culture tomorrow!

score review
The point of view of the article is novel and unique, and the arguments can be divided and combined freely. It is an excellent argumentative essay that naturally integrates emotion, reason, interest, and color.The author writes Wukong, Bajie, and Drifting Monk as the three aspects of Tang Monk's character, revealing the brilliance of the human spirit condensed in the "Road to Learning Buddhist Sutras" extremely profoundly, which makes people ponder.The logic of the full text is rigorous, coherent, and there are brilliant sentences from time to time.

man and road

(a candidate from Jiangsu)

When I was young, the road was a narrow path, you were at one end and I was at the other end.

remember?At that time, I was small and thin. You took me from my mother and said, "This child is so thin that it is hard to raise!" So, you saved money and gave me the money you saved. Buy milk powder, buy candied haws.Gradually, I gained weight and could walk. I had a cute little mouth and would follow you whenever I was free, calling "Grandma, grandma" all the time.But you have lost weight, and the people in the village saw it and said, "Why is the old woman so thin?" You stroked my head with a smile and said, "It takes a thousand dollars to buy you to grow old and thin!" Every weekend, you hold my hand Hand, walked through the narrow path to the entrance of the village and waited for my mother to pick me up. After "returning" me, you turned around and left; I couldn't bear my repeated calls to you, and at the end of the path, you turned around and waved to me again .I vaguely saw that you were wiping your face vigorously with your sleeve.

That sheep intestines path, is it paved with cement now?Those footprints you stepped on are long gone, but they are deeply engraved in my heart.

Even bigger, the road is a telephone line, you are at home, and I am far away.

Just like an eagle that wants to become a messenger soaring in the sky, it must leave the embrace of its mother and open up its own blue sky with its wings. I left home and went to study far away, alone.Carrying a heavy schoolbag and a large bag of fruit that you have prepared a long time ago, and even heavier ones, are your thousands of reminders.Being in a different place, the unsatisfactory grades, and the difficulties in the relationship with classmates made me cry many times.So I called you and confide in you. Your words are like a trickle, washing my impetuous and restless heart.Slowly, I adapted to the environment and rarely thought of you.Occasionally call you, listen to your happy and trembling voice, tell me to pay attention to my body and so on.As for me, I always respond in a nonchalant tone, always forgetting to remind you not to eat dishes that have been heated several times.I know, you've been saving money, for me.I heard you say to Aunt Li next door: "My granddaughter is smart, I will save more money for her to go to college!"

That telephone line may be the "narrowest" road in the world, but it carries the broadest love in the world.

Later, the road is a piece of Ming coins, you are in the sky, and I am on the ground.

You said, you have to wait for me to come back before you leave, but you endured it for three days and three nights, and chanted for a week, but I still didn't come back.When I saw you, your hands that had worked in the fields for half a century were cold.I asked myself, where can I find you?Only by using these ghost coins, let them pave a "heart path" for me, entrust my deep affection, and greet you in heaven...

score review
The article is sincere and touching to read.The author pays attention to the detailed description of emotions, which is simple and brilliant.Candidates borrowed the idea of ​​Yu Guangzhong's "Nostalgia", which is naturally ingenious and has changes. It is a rare masterpiece in the examination room.

man and road

(a candidate from Jiangsu)

In the impression of friends, Qiu Bai is gentle, talented and sentimental.A romantic lover, a romantic literati.When he was young, he was quite accomplished in painting, printing, and music. This was not because of his curiosity about art, but because of his temperament, which was more suitable for him to play in such fields.So, occasionally when he plays the flute on a moonlit night, his friends will have a wonderful illusion that he and the sound of the flute are fused together, no matter how difficult it is to distinguish them.

Literati generally have a sense of mission of "the family, the country and the world" and "everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world". Perhaps because of this, Qiubai chose to join the revolution and was once at the center of power.However, it is true that revolution needs romance and passion, but it also needs other qualities besides these.Qiubai can't have other things at the same time, so he often feels powerless in the face of setbacks and trials in reality, and even doubts that he is incompetent.At this point, he already felt that he had no time to take care of himself.As for the sound of the flute under the moonlit night, it has become a dream that cannot be talked about.

The impression Qiu Bai left on posterity is always a controversial character.This is due to the confession he wrote in the Kuomintang prison called "Excessive Words".

In it, he fully expresses the enthusiasm, persistence, confusion, loneliness and helplessness he has had since participating in the revolution.It was this confession that turned his arrest into a "betrayal" and his sacrifice into "unable to beg for mercy".

But when he died, like all heroes, he was heroic.He sang "The Internationale" and designated a lawn to sit cross-legged, waiting until the gunshot sounded.

According to the concept of "hero" we usually accept, it is difficult for Qu Qiubai in prison to overlap with Qu Qiubai on the execution ground. Perhaps it can only be understood as a unique person with a unique life path.

We cannot reach his realm, experience his era, his life.However, we can think about and look at the path he has traveled in a more detailed and in-depth manner, instead of summing up his historical destination based on inherent standards.

Perhaps it can be said that this is because Qu Qiubai ignored the "fame after death".He can accept death calmly, but he is unwilling to use death to achieve the fame that is easy to get.This is a demeanor that transcends all generosity and integrity, and it is sincere and true to life.

Therefore, the feelings and revelations that Qu Qiubai left us in history are becoming more and more blurred.He participated in the revolution so enthusiastically, and alienated it so blandly.However, his heart is still loyal to the revolution.Such a life cannot be answered by ordinary people.It reminds us: people and roads, roads and people, this is beyond the meaning revealed by "expression".The profoundness between them needs to be experienced with life.

How many people have passed by in a hurry in the long years?They are always forgotten or remembered.Is it not a kind of happiness to be forgotten by others; is it not a kind of sadness to be remembered?What is the difference between happiness and sorrow?I don't know, maybe there are only bits and pieces left on the road, reminding people what kind of people have walked on what kind of road.

Like Qiubai, too many rich lives have passed on the road of history.And Qiubai's life path tells us from a perspective, what kind of vision we should use to evaluate everything around us.It is not that whoever is the road, and what the road is the person.Knowing this, we can restore history in the most authentic way, instead of being confused in speculation...

score review
The selection of materials in this article is unique, straightforward, profound, courageous and insightful.Qu Qiubai's commentary has already been described in thousands of words, and it is a major topic in the study of the history of the Chinese Communist Party.In just over [-] words, the author of this article opened up a brand new perspective and made refreshing remarks, which is extremely rare.

man and road

(a candidate from Jiangsu)

I took your dream and your last wish back to the alley where you left, and stood at the end of the road you walked.

This alley is so deep that it makes me feel a little desolate; this road is so long that I can't see the other end.I am a little timid, a little hesitant, and a little wandering.

I don't know whether the deep road in this alley was created because of you, or it may be because of my arrival that this old road has reappeared. I decided to go on for myself and for you, and set foot on this road. A road to dream.

Everything is as usual, the birds and flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are still fragrant, and the rainy lanes in the south of the Yangtze River are still charming.I actually believed you, holding an oil-paper umbrella and wearing a jade tooth fork on my head, just like Chen Yifei's "Walk with Beauty".I walked in, set foot on the road when you came, and looked around with confusion.

I hope to find that lilac-like woman from the depths of the rain alley for you, and tell her your dreams and wishes.After that, she still walked by me, and it was too late to come back. The lilac-like woman had already disappeared at the end of the rainy alley, but I was still standing on the path you walked, reliving your regrets back then.

I have followed your path and returned with your dreams, and everything is still the same.They probably saw the resemblance between me and you, with the same young face and deep eyes, their faces were filled with astonishment, but they shook their heads again: "You are not him, he is different."

Yeah, how could I be you?You will always be an amorous poet, regretting all your life for the lilac-like girl in the rain lane.I am just one of all living beings. Because I know you well, I am willing to search for you and walk on your path.

Even if I have the same temperament and personality as you, maybe there is your breath between my brows, after all, you are you and I am me.What right do I have to tread on your path?My road is still waiting to be paved.

I decided to leave, leave your road, your Jiangnan Yuxiang, I don't want to see the astonished and disappointed eyes of your old friend when he looked at me.

You and I must understand: passing people are just a passing wind.

Let us let go of what needs to be let go, there will be no intersection between your and my paths, we will always be two parallel lines, two isolated paths.

I put you down, on the way you came.You and I are just ordinary people, each of us has our own path, so why should I follow your old path, that's not what I want.I only hope that in the cool afternoon, I can open your book, relive your breath, let the flowers bloom and fall, the clouds roll and the clouds relax, and life is like chess.

I left your path, looking back, this path is so deep, there is your bitterness there, but that is your journey; looking forward, there is also an end, but that is my path, it is waiting for me Create and lay.

I took my own dream, set foot on my own path, turned around, and wandered the world...

score review
This article is quite beautiful.Dai Wangshu's "Rain Lane" and the author's own "Rain Lane" are dimly intertwined, giving people daydreams, and thus triggering many nostalgia and thoughts.The author is good at capturing the subtle spark of humanity and human feelings, with fresh and fluent writing, making people feel the charm of "lilac" in silence.

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