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You can write that the child broke up the alarm clock, and when the mother came back, she was very angry, but she thought that education should be the mainstay, so she smiled at the child and said to the child: "Baby, you are so good, I couldn't break up this alarm clock before, you actually took him apart, not to lose my good baby ......."Then, the child looked at his mother with wide eyes in amazement, from then on, he was full of curiosity about everything around him, no matter what the problem he had to completely disassemble and solve the problem, it was his spirit of not flinching when encountering things and not being afraid of difficulties that inspired him, and finally he was admitted to Tsinghua University! When asked the secret of his success, he just smiled:
Because I have a good mom and understand my good mom! Who could have known that this child's success was due to his mother's words, which kept the child's curiosity intact!
No, that's the main event of the article. Write your own essay I'm very slow at typing, so I can't type out the article, I'm sorry
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My family lives in the countryside, and although it is not as prosperous as the city, it has beautiful scenery all year round.
In the spring, the wheat harvest was abundant, and the farmer uncle sowed seeds in the field. After more than ten days, the seeds poked out of the ground with pointed heads, tender green and tender, and looked around curiously under the breeze, which looked very cute! After a few more days, the little buds grew a little bigger, more colorful, about the same length, and looked very neat.
In the summer, the buds grow into seedlings and become verdant green. When a gust of wind blows, the fields set off "wheat waves", like churning waves, which is particularly spectacular! After a while, the seedlings turned dark green.
Under the sun's rays, the seedlings were full of spirit, holding their heads high, like an army composed of soldiers in green armor, incomparably majestic.
In autumn, small ears of rice grew on the seedlings in the field, dressed in green clothes, and they were very beautiful. After a while, the spikelets gained weight, so they made tailor-made golden clothes, which looked like a golden carpet in the field. When the rice is ripe, the farmer uncle is busy and "happy", but despite this, they still have a big smile on their faces.
In winter, goose feather snow falls from the sky and covers the earth. Standing on a high place and looking around, there is a white expanse everywhere: in the fields, on the roofs, on the branches, on the cement field, ......Snow is everywhere, and this should be "ice and snow".
I love my hometown, I love the beautiful countryside!
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I sat weakly at the door of the house, and I couldn't help crying bitterly in the gentle moonlight. Just now, I learned that I had lost the election, and that a bright future had been ruined by a small mistake. How I regret it.
I was playing intensely when I suddenly heard someone call me: "Zhang Chi! How can you come up here, go!
Come back with me! "My mother came behind me at some point, her eyes were full of anxiety, she took me by the arm and walked out. "No, I'm not going back.
I'm so useless. I won't use it well for the rest of my life! Completely ignoring the strange eyes of the people around me, I shouted excitedly and sat down on the ground.
My mother lovingly pulled me up, took me out of the Internet café, and sat on the steps of the door, only to see my mother cut my fingers with a fruit knife, and the blood was not stopping. "Mom! What are you doing!
I was terrified. Hurriedly took out a band-aid and put it on to my mother. At this time, my mother said:
Zhang Chi, Band-Aid Xiao, if I had allowed the blood to flow like this just now, I would probably have lost too much blood. But just stick such a small thing and you'll be fine. The mother paused, and then said:
Some people are like Band-Aids, small, but very useful. Some people are like the game disc, which is big and expensive, but not only is it useless, but it also hurts others. It was a complete mistake that you didn't get into the exam this time, so why don't you try to get into a good school and continue to sink?
Why do you want to make such a harmful game disc if you can make such a useful band-aid? I woke up, wiped away my tears and went home with my mom. How can there be success without failure?
No one is going to have smooth sailing. Right! At least I still have a dream!
Look, Mom! I will definitely get into a good school! I'll give you a fight!
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She is a responsible person.
On the road of life, you will meet all kinds of people, such as: people who are happy to be masters, selfish people, selfless people and so on. And this time, I'm going to say. is a responsible person.
Every Monday, we have to bring two more things than usual: a red scarf and a melodica. You may ask, what does this have to do with responsibility? Don't worry, you'll find out!
Although we are already in the first year of junior high school, we are still young pioneers, so we still have to bring red scarves, so the students' reactions are quite strong, and they are reluctant to bring them, so Mr. Shi arranged for a supervisor to check the red scarf, if someone does not bring it, they will take one from her, and return it after use. Don't look at this as a small position, it's not easy to do it well!
Since the classmates all think: It's okay if you don't bring it anyway, why don't you just go and get one! So it's a busy mess for her, the Overseer.
She had to go to the office early to get the red scarf, and she ran back panting, and her classmates surrounded her before she had a break, and sometimes she was urged by her classmates before she could open the bag, but she never complained. When she opened the bag, dozens of hands immediately reached in and squeezed her in the middle, but she was not very angry, but still shouted: "Don't grab it!"
Don't rob it! Or: "Don't pick!"
Don't pick! There was still a smile on his face. Later, the teacher saw that she was working too hard, so he gave her a list of her classmates, and arranged them in groups, and if she didn't bring them, she would deduct points from the group.
It did ease her tiredness, but it didn't stop her from relaxing her checks or taking her work less seriously, and every time someone didn't bring a red scarf, she would always give a piece of advice: "Remember to bring it next time!" Otherwise, the group will be deducted points!
This person is mediocre in appearance, but she has one characteristic - her teeth. However, behind this ordinary appearance, there is a very responsible heart! She, that is, *** her, is a responsible person.
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Narrative is mainly narration and description, but often both lyrical and argumentative, it is a genre with diverse forms and flexible pen and ink, and it is also the most extensive genre. Narrative writing is to describe one's own personal feelings and experiences to readers through vivid and vivid language.
Narrative category.
Narrative includes a wide range, such as remembering people's accounts, diaries, travelogues, biographies, legends, news, newsletters, **, etc., all belong to the category of narratives. The narrative is written about what you have seen and heard in life, and it is necessary to express the author's true feelings about life. Generally speaking, an article with narrative and description as the main mode of expression is called a narrative.
But narrative writing is accompanied by a natural flow of appropriate argumentation and lyricism.
Narratives are broad and narrow.
Narrative in the narrow sense, including literary works of a narrative nature. Narrative in a broad sense refers to a type of article that mainly describes people, narratives, scenes, and objects, and narrates and describes the modal changes and development of people, events, scenes, and objects in social life, such as news, newsletters, features, reportage, travelogues, diaries, visits, memoirs, and some letters. Because the narrative is written about what you have seen and heard in life, it must express the author's true feelings about life.
Classification of narratives.
It focuses on the narrative of people, focusing on the appearance, language, action, and psychological description of the characters, such as "Back". Narratives that focus on the occurrence, development, process, and outcome of events, such as "One Side". Narratives that focus on painting scenes, mainly depicting scenes and expressing feelings, such as "Spring".
Narratives that focus on objects are mainly objects, and use symbols to express nostalgia, such as "In Praise of Poplar", "Pomegranate" and "Petrel".
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Start with your own feelings and experiences. The beginning and the end of the transition are taken care of.
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