Make up a story 50 points question, how to make up a story?

In summer, the grass is abundant.

The shepherd boy rode the oxen and came slowly to the suburbs. The shepherd boy sang as he walked, and the song was loud and resounding through the forest.

The sun is shining and the woods are cool. There are bursts of cicadas that add a little life to this summer.

The shepherd boy's singing came to an abrupt end

He found a cicada in the tree, and his naughty energy suddenly appeared

The shepherd boy tiptoed behind the tree, and suddenly stretched out his hands--- he wanted to cover the cicada from behind, and the cunning cicada swirled and flew away, leaving the shepherd boy there in a lost daze

The eaves are low and the huts are small.

The brook was babbling and the banks were covered with green grass.

A burst of Wu Yin, chattering, and a little drunk, cordial, beautiful!

Whose family is this, a pair of white-haired, father-in-law, grandmother. The eldest son was hoeing grass in the bean field on the east bank of the creek. The second son is weaving a chicken coop, and his craftsmanship is ingenious! The youngest son, lying by the stream peeling lotus flowers, is a cute naughty guy.

The above is what I wrote, and the latter one is taken from the Internet.

A mischievous little girl mistakenly broke into a minefield left behind after the war, and the little girl was still in the middle of the minefield, in order to try to rescue the little girl in the shortest possible time, we chose the farthest and safest road. On this road we will encounter bushes and jungles, holes that only allow 8 people to crawl forward, eight huge power grids with only nets as the way forward, a small minefield that must be sent in immediately...

Choose a good topic first, think about the theme and center, choose the writing structure, and then write without digression.

The crow drinking water is widely spread, and since then the crow family has regarded this way of drinking water as a mountain tradition and a symbol of wisdom.

However, a little crow retorted and asked why he didn't drink water through a straw, but he was rejected by the family faction.

When the so-called parody, only to be defined, what wisdom is there?

There is a small child who is especially fond of fishing. In particular, I go fishing with a fishing rod and a bamboo basket every morning before I tie my hair.

One day, he went fishing as usual. He sat on the green grass, and the grass on the grass was very high, covering his body, only the straw hat on his head was exposed, which was reflected in the water, which was so funny! A passer-by saw him and wanted to tease him.

So he said with a smile: "Children, do you know how to walk on Shaoxing Road?" The child was afraid of scaring the fish away, so he did not dare to make a sound, and waved his hand at passers-by in a hurry.

The passer-by couldn't hold back his laughter, and deliberately said loudly: "Little friend, why don't you?" The child whispered

Shhhhh When the passers-by heard this, they laughed and said, "Then why are you talking again?"

I'll give you another one for a friend's reference 300 on a sunny noon. In a small village, there is a crystal clear river, on the side of which is a green meadow, and the weeping willows are still on the side of the river, and the scenery is very charming.

There was a little baby by the river who was concentrating on fishing, his eyes staring at the hook without moving, waiting for the big fish to take the bait. At this time, a passer-by politely wanted to ask a little baby for directions, but the little baby didn't speak, put a finger on his mouth to "shhh At this moment, a halo arose on the surface of the water, and the hook immediately sank, and the little baby was very clever, and immediately lifted the fishing rod, "Wow!

What a big fish," the little baby jumped up happily. The passer-by came over and said, "Little baby, I didn't expect you to be so powerful, you caught a big fish, not bad."

The man looked at him with satisfaction. "I'm sorry, it's not that I don't want you, but I'm afraid that the fish will slip away, so I won't give you right away, otherwise my big fish won't be hooked. Xiaowa said embarrassedly.

It's okay, it's okay later, the key is that you catch the big fish first, go home, don't let your parents worry, goodbye! Passers-by said. "Well, goodbye. ”

When the plot is dull, it makes waves, don't be too bloody, all misfortunes can come together, and finally get God's favor.

Analysis: To answer the story question well, Mr. Dai Bin believes that the key is whether you can arrange a meaningful and philosophical story. The story can move people because of its meaning.

In the Western Han Dynasty, there was a person named "Zhang Mo", who was born in a family of eunuchs, and was born with a talent for calligraphy and painting, and was already able to paint landscape figures at the age of seven. But this person has a shortcoming, that is, he doesn't like to "polish ink" by himself, and always asks his slaves to help him "polish ink". When he grew up, "Zhang Mo" claimed that he was talented, and often boasted in front of everyone.

Once, Zhang Mo heard that there was a temple outside the city where the host was called "Huineng" master, and his painting skills were very superb, but the conceited Zhang Mo felt that it was not very credible, so "Zhang Mo" wanted to "visit" the host to see if he was really skilled in painting. On a bright spring day, Zhang Mo came to the door of this temple, and Zhang Mo saw an old monk sweeping the floor, so he asked if he could "visit" Master Huineng. The old monk said:

Lao Na is Huineng, what does the donor have to do? Zhang Mo said, "In the next Zhang Mo, I heard that the master has superb painting skills, so he came to visit, but the master is the host, why do you want to sweep the floor?" The old monk said:

I am the presiding officer of the temple, and I must take care of the affairs of the temple. The big things in the temple are my responsibility, and I will do it, and the small things in the temple are also my responsibility, and I will do it. Zhang Gongzi's name, Lao Qu has heard of it for a long time, but Lao Qu feels that Gongzi's talent is more than that, Wen Gongzi doesn't like to grind ink for himself, Lao Ke thinks otherwise.

If Childe wants to draw a good picture, it is Childe's responsibility to lift the pen, it is Childe's responsibility to put down the pen, and it is Childe's responsibility to polish ink. If Childe can take responsibility for himself completely, Childe's paintings will be passed down through the ages. After Zhang Mo heard this, he had a deep understanding, and he would never let his subordinates grind ink after he went back.

In the past, it was always difficult for Zhang Mo to obtain the right concentration of ink, but after Zhang Mo sharpened his ink, his painting skills really improved by leaps and bounds and became a generation of famous artists. View the original post