After reading Traces , what is the ending of Traces .

Traces>> Ending:Mike Sr. then turned on the camera and told that he was the owner of the serial murders, that he was terminally ill, and that this truth was given as a gift to Liang Maiqi.

After finishing speaking, the old Mike suddenly fell ill and fell to the ground, he wanted to do another fist contact with Liang Maiqi before he died, Liang Maiqi hesitated for a long time and stretched out his fist, before he touched it, the old Mike swallowed his last breath, Liao Yan then rushed over, hugged Liang Maiqi tightly, and the two were glad that all this had finally passed.

Late at night, a pair of nail polish was applied.

The hand flew quickly on the keyboard, a few lines of words were typed on the screen, and old Mike finally ended his life in front of Maiqi, did Jack and Maiqi live together. The payment is the black mandarin fish, is the black mandarin fish not Qiao Zhenzhen, but someone else.

Plot evaluation: Reach the core of creation with high-quality behind-the-scenes and high-quality scripts

Different from the previous drama routines that solved multiple cases in the same suspense drama, "Traces" adopts a more difficult "case within a case" mode. It mainly talks about forensic medicine Liao Yan and criminal psychology.

Expert Liang Maiqi cooperated to investigate the throat cuts that occurred in the provincial capital one after another.

In addition to this provincial capital case, the shadow of the bizarre "two-color rose ** case" that Liao Yan experienced when he was studying abroad has also been haunting his heart. Subsequently, another bizarre incident occurred in the provincial capital, and the trend of the matter coincided with the Internet** "Black Mandarin Fish", which made people shudder.

The multiple collisions between the present and the past, reality and virtuality, case and love make the story threads of "Traces" intertwined, and the storyline continues to go high and high, but it can be appropriately adjusted, so that the whole play can be carried out in a relaxed atmosphere.

And such a high-quality script is inseparable from the heart of the powerful team.

Burnish. Screenwriter Bi Qiang is a super screenwriter of "four-dimensional integration", majoring in law as an undergraduate, and is familiar with regulations and criminal investigation processes, so favorable conditions ensure the correctness of the logical basis of the whole play. Bi Qiang's script can make people see that there are no flaws.

Under the layers of reasoning, the logic is rigorous, the plot is turbulent, and the Ministry of Public Security.

The Propaganda Bureau spoke highly of it.

After reading the article "Love Marks", I understood what is gratitude? Gratitude is to repay those who have helped you or educated and raised you. For example: Dad, Mom, Teacher, ......

It was my mother who gave me life, gave me happiness, and it was she who brought me into this world. It was my mother who taught me to be grateful.

I can't repay my mother's kindness anyway, I remember that on Mother's Day, all my children have to buy some gifts for their mothers to express their love for their parents. But what should I buy for my mother? My mother lacked nothing, and in an instant, I saw that the hairpin on my mother had been worn for many years, and it had not been replaced.

I wanted to buy a new one for her, and it was exactly the same, because the hairpin on my mother's head was given to my mother by my father on my mother's birthday back then, so I ran all over the mall, but I didn't buy the exact same, I was disappointed, maybe this hairpin is unique, just like my love for my parents. Just as I was meditating, my brother reminded me that he was drawing, and it suddenly occurred to me that what I had done was unique. Doesn't that be more expressive of my heart for my mother?

But how, and what style? Fortunately, I have watched the process of the host teaching people to make hairpins on TV, and fortunately I have written them down. First, find an old hairpin that has been scrapped, and then prepare a few ribbons, a pair of scissors, and a pair of gun glue.

Now that everything is ready, let's get started! Take out a ribbon, cut it in two with scissors, fold it in a double layer, and then use gun glue to tie the finished ribbon to the old hairpin. Finally, choose a beautiful ribbon and tie a bow on the hairpin.

That's it. I secretly replaced the hairpin with a new one when my mother wasn't caring, hoping to surprise my mother ......

In the process of growing up, we must repay our parents and learn to be grateful, so that we can be a good child who learns to be filial to our parents and respects our teachers!

The remnants of red dots, leaving traces of spring death; The sunset is misty, and the sunset leaves traces; The strange rocks are craggy, and the traces left by the water are as light as a grain of sand, and they can also show their traces on a road; As thin as a drop of water, you have to wear a stone to mark your own traces, and your life without regrets must be branded with your own unique traces.

Scratch also traces, say goodbye to a blank page of life, no line outline, no color reflection is worthless, life is the same, no trace is meaningless, Lin Xiangru is unwilling to abandon the state affairs in the two tigers and half of the voice has been around the beam; Candle Zhiwu skillfully eloquent, and the resolution of national disasters is still praised; The scene of millions of heroes passing through the rivers and lakes is still vivid; Are you willing to be a radical wave, jumping out of your own traces, or a drop of water to let the sea melt away until it dies?

Dancing traces, highlighting the unique self There are no two identical leaves in the world, every trace of texture and vein, is its unique trace, Zhang Quanling is a famous talented woman in the German Department of Peking University, after graduation, she could have relied on German translation and embarked on a flat life, but she went to resolutely come to CCTV to challenge the unfamiliar hosting industry In 2007, she also won the highest honor in the hosting industry - the Golden Microphone Award This is the trace of life, not only the lines outlined by the pencil, but also the color paved with ink pen, This is unique to her in the art world, the same composition, the same color, the difference between the real and the fake, but the difference between 100,000 and 8,000 miles, just like Dong Shi Xiaofeng, Handan Chan toddler, no personality and Tan traces are not recognized by others.

Stepping out of the traces, enlightening the future generations that line may be able to point out the direction for the lost, the color may be able to point out the direction for the lost, the light that the color blooms, may be able to dispel the dark night fog traces can not be imitated, but can give people a reference Newton told us that he is standing on the shoulders of giants, taking the traces of his predecessors as a reference, groping out the traces of his greatness, South Africa's **Mande, once a prisoner, is now a hero of the country, the god of the people, He uses his traces to inspire the perseverance and courage of life, we enjoy the wisdom of our predecessors, enrich ourselves, step out of our own traces, and at the same time, we may be able to leave a beautiful talk of "unintentionally inserting willows and willows".

Life is everywhere, it should be like Feihong stepping on the slush, long or short, round or straight, bright or dark, traces to achieve a life without regrets.

Reading "Love Marks" has a feeling.

In the sixth-grade workbook, there is a small essay "Love Marks", which I felt deeply after reading it. The story is about an ordinary worker who has been ill for many years, and his medical history is almost the same age as that of his daughter. She is small, gentle and stubborn, not confused in her age, she looks slightly older than her actual age, and her haggard face records the ups and downs of her fate.

In order to eliminate the loneliness of her mother's long-term illness and bedridden, in order to repay the holy mother's love, in the warm spring days, the daughter used a "little flying pigeon" bicycle to carry her mother to the suburbs to relax. The scenery in the countryside is so beautiful! The blue sky is like a pool of reflected lake; The fresh air and the aroma of wine are refreshing.

The daughter pedaled the car with great difficulty, and worked as a tour guide while dispersing the clean-up, introducing to her mother the tremendous changes brought by the reform and opening up to the countryside. His son's shirt was pressed against his back, and beads of sweat were on his forehead. Climb a steep slope to cross a railroad track.

The daughter hunched over, panting for breath, and drove cautiously. Suddenly, the car jolted on the concrete roadbed, and the daughter's body lost its balance. At the moment when the car overturned, the daughter suddenly turned her head sideways and blocked her mother with her body.

The mother was safe and sound, but my daughter felt black in front of me, and her jaw was bruised by the hard railroad tracks, and the red blood suddenly flowed down. The mother burst into tears: "Good Yuyu, mom is difficult for you......."I wiped tears from my mother's cheeks with a handkerchief and quipped:

It's okay to break a little skin. Isn't that just an extra 'dimple'! "The mother burst into laughter, and in her laughter was a sincere mother's love—the supreme and eternal love!

Later, the daughter's Chongliang jaw really left a scar - a love mark full of human affection. From this proud filial piety, my daughter realized the true value of being a human being.

Although the article was short, it shook my heart. My mother was not in good health, but during this cold winter season, she cooked for me and walked long distances every day to cook a delicious meal for her daughter. My mother never said anything, she came silently, walked silently, and whenever I saw the food on that table, my heart always ached.

For a while, my mother-in-law came to help me, and the waddling figures of the two mothers always echoed in my mind. I often wonder how I can repay my mother's love. I remember a great man who said:

The mother is the sun in the heart of her daughter. It seems that I am the happiest person under the sun. Because I have two mothers who love me.