1. A 300-word essay based on three writing techniques for Chinese Language Lesson 16 in the second volume of the eighth grade.

The faint blue planet is floating in the universe, and everything seems so safe and beautiful.

We are always used to missing something at a certain time and place, so when we think about it, the person related to it appears in our mind, and her face cannot be forgotten. . Time has gone forever, but the longing and reluctance about her remain in my heart.

Looking back on the past years, I suddenly remembered a pleasant afternoon, someone or something. Those warm memories are looming in my mind, seeming to announce their existence in their own way.

In those beautiful fleeting years, there will always be one or two people who always affect your life and make you unforgettable. Standing in the open field looking up at the blue sky, the breeze blowing through my hair, I thought of her again, the person who had the greatest influence on me.

Childhood life is always beautiful. We are neighbors and good playmates.

We always like to hold hands and run under the scorching sun. We always recall sitting under the big tree and looking up at the blue sky. Life at that time was simple and fulfilling, and we were happy at that time.

Later, she moved and we lost contact. I am an only child and have few playmates at home.

My parents don’t have much time to spend with me because of their work, so I have been alone for a long time. In a sense, I am lonely. It wasn't until she appeared that I truly felt happy and got rid of the days of loneliness.

However, after she left, I became alone again. I began to miss the happy times with her and everything about her.

When you think you will never meet someone again, but you meet again in a dramatic way on a street corner, you will feel unspeakable joy. I think I will feel like this when I see her again.

I never dreamed that I would see her again, but it really happened. That day, I had a quarrel with my parents. I was walking on the street alone, looking at the people coming and going around me, looking at the unfamiliar faces, and suddenly an unknown emotion welled up in my heart, and my nose felt very sour. sharp.

I wanted to find someone to talk to, but I found myself so lonely. As I continued to move forward with a numb face, a pleasant voice sounded in my ears. The voice was so familiar that it captured my thoughts.

The owner of that voice stopped me. When I turned around, I saw a face that was no longer familiar to me. It was her. I was shocked: "How could..." She took my hand and took me to the rooftop where we often went.

We talked a lot that day. Before leaving, she said: "Promise me not to shed tears easily anymore, but to learn to be strong and learn to be happy." That sentence deeply impressed me. In my heart, from that day on I began to learn to be strong, learn to make myself happy and less lonely.

I think that tears are candies sealed in blue aluminum cans. Once opened, they lose their original shelf life. I try to seal the tears, collect the sadness, and look for traces of happiness.

Time passed quickly through my fingers, and in the blink of an eye she went to another city. I was still alone, but I found a way to be happy. I raised my head and looked at the blue sky, and her face looked beautiful again. appeared in front of my eyes. 2. I am looking for a piece of essay about writing about people. It requires about 300 words using three writing techniques

My mother is a teacher in a primary school in Guicheng. She goes out early every day. Returning late, I gave a lot of precious things to the students, but I couldn't get them.

Sometimes I am even a little jealous of my mother’s students, thinking, how great it would be if I were my mother’s student! My mother has a pair of small and bright eyes. Although she is a bit small, she still carries that majesty. She has light eyebrows, a straight nose, and a small cherry mouth. She is considered a beauty with her melon-shaped face.

Many people said that my mother was beautiful, and she was very happy, but she didn’t show it. Even though my mother is already forty years old, she is very good at taking care of herself! Teachers often worry about their students. The more worries they have, the more gray hair they will naturally have.

But for some reason, my mother had no connection with gray hair. Even now, her hair is still black and shiny, making others think she is not old. Mom is also in great shape.

At work, my mother is diligent and conscientious. She tutors students every day and she never complains.

My mother is very patient. If students have any unclear questions, she will teach them until the student union is reached before she gives up. Sometimes, she even forgot to eat lunch in order to tutor students.

She doesn’t get home until after 6:30 in the evening. In order to correct homework for her students, she often stays up very late. Finally, hard work paid off, and my mother achieved certain results.

My mother has won the title of "Excellent Teacher" many times. She was tall and unremarkable, but she had a heart of gold.

She is my deskmate-Li Yan.

On the second day of school this semester, the teacher asked me to sit at the same table as her.

I didn’t care at first. How could a yellow-haired girl compare to the manly man I am? The next day, when school was over in the afternoon, I accidentally lost my Chinese book while playing on the playground.

I am as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, because one-third of the semester is Chinese classes. Now I have lost my Chinese books, what should I do? In morning reading class, I stood in front of my desk, staring blankly at the blackboard. At this time, my deskmate seemed to have discovered something. He extended his hand of friendship and asked with concern: "What's the matter?" Tell me? What a tough man, shame on you! Don't tell me? Feeling depressed again.

Forget it! As a member of the brigade, she should report her thoughts: "Nothing, I lost my Chinese book!" "Nothing?" The other party looked surprised. Then she picked up the textbook and put it down again and again.

Who knows what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd. She hesitated for a while and then handed the book to me: "Here's the book for you.

Don't be careless in the future." What, give it to me? I couldn't believe my ears.

The yellow-haired girl I always looked down on could actually say this. "What...what, give it to me, what...what should you do?" It took me a long time to stammer out a few words. "

"It doesn't matter, I have a way. "What should we do today?" "Then let's watch together." "

So we started reading seriously. After the last class, I quietly stuffed the book into her schoolbag.

However, after returning home, I opened it The Chinese books were neatly lying in the schoolbag. My eyes were moist when I read it the next morning.

After class, I opened the old book and took a look. , the cover was torn, the upper corners of the pages were turned inward, the spine was broken, and two pages were missing. After class, I asked her to exchange it with a new book, but she didn't agree.

At noon, I found what she was copying on the table. It was strange. She had no homework in the morning.

I walked over and she was copying two missing texts. After reading a sentence in the book, I copied it on a white paper the size of a book page. What came to my ears was the sound of "rustling" writing, and what appeared in front of me were lines of neat and elegant words.

When she was tired, she shook her arms, and then she concentrated on copying it. I was a little dissatisfied and decided to take it to copy, but she politely declined.

After copying, she took out the paper and glued it. Glue it on, and sew it up stitch by stitch. "Ding ding ding ding..." After class, she picked up the old book and listened carefully.

For a moment, my throat was so excited. I was blocked by the strong feelings of this classmate, and burst into tears of happiness and pride. A good friend who is brave in innovation, a good friend who deserves my admiration, I saw something precious in her. , as bright as gold... In ordinary life, there are so many trivial matters that make people a headache, but I am always confused, so there are always stories happening to me.

< p> Just two days ago, I forgot to bring a photo to the class monitor, and I was at school at noon to cover for my classmates and didn't go home, so I called my dad at home. Because I was in a hurry, I only left a sentence. Words: "The photo is on the bedside. If you find it, I will send it to you. "But when I returned to the classroom after lunch, I saw a sweaty man rushing in from outside. I calmed down and saw that it was my father. He ran over and said he couldn't find it. My hopeful heart felt like it was being crushed. The big stone hit me hard into the abyss.

I turned around and left, thinking that you couldn't even find a photo. Without saying a word, my father picked me up and got on the motorcycle and drove home. Go.

When I got home, I found that everything in the bedside table was poured out and my room was in a mess. I was shocked! Dad shook his head helplessly and said, "You said it was on the bed. Look, I’ve searched all over, but there’s nothing there. You’ve also looked for it yourself, but it’s still not there. You can think of a solution on your own! "When my father said this, I felt how cruel he was to me! He didn't even want to find a photo. But I realized afterwards that it was me who was wrong! I came back to school from home angrily, not to mention how many things I had done. I was frustrated.

But when I got home at night, I was surprised to find a small bag on my desk. When I opened it, I saw that it was all photos of my busy dad. Tears kept flowing down.

The next morning, my father went to work early, and only my mother and I were left at home. My mother told me that after I returned to school, my father was looking for me again at home. I didn't even eat lunch for a long time, and I searched for it for a long time after get off work. Finally, I found the photo in a book. After hearing all this, my tears welled up again, and a warm current surged in my heart. Moved... Father's love is hidden in the heart, and my father is not good at expressing, but I feel my father's love for me from his silent "language", his selfless love. 3. About writing about people. The composition of

The sky was just bright, and the clouds were misty outside the window. I rubbed my hazy eyes and started to get up... After a while, everything was ready. I stepped on the light steps, carrying the beautiful and lovely baby on my back. The little schoolbag hummed a happy song: "The bird leads the way, the wind..."

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After crossing the highway and reaching a small road, I met a man wearing white clothes, gloves, and a white mask. He held a broom in his hand and lowered his head. Scanning step by step, her expression was so focused and serious that her appearance raised a cloud of dust. I covered my mouth with my hand and frowned: "How annoying! "It was so early in the morning that the road was covered with dust, but she still lowered her head and swept there with an extra word "firmly".

This was the first day I saw her. The next day, I still passed by the "dirty" path. It was still there, scanning it with concentration. I stopped and wondered: Strange, this path was still dirty yesterday, why is it so dirty today... ...At this time, I saw her squatting here, using her hands to dig out the blockage in the smelly ditch...

It was like this on the third day; it was like this on the fourth day; it was still the same on the third day. It's like this... one month, two months, three months... no matter it's windy, rainy or scorching hot, she never takes a break, because she won't feel tired or tired? Oh, no, she will definitely feel it. Her face showed the vicissitudes of life, but there was a strong force supporting her.

I passed by her on that path, but I no longer covered my mouth or frowned. Besides, I really hate her. I no longer despise her, but I also admire her. Then who is she? She is an ordinary-looking, strange cleaner in her 40s. She has no blockbuster or earth-shattering feats, but she has a noble and holy spirit. Quality.

Under the bright sunshine, the path sparkles... 4. A 300-word essay on three writing techniques for Chinese Language Lesson 16, Volume 2, Grade 8

Wei Ming The blue planet is floating in the universe, and everything seems so peaceful and beautiful. We are always used to missing something at a certain time and place, so the person related to it appears in our mind. Her face cannot be forgotten no matter what. Time has gone forever, but the longing and reluctance about her remain in my heart.

Looking back on the past years, I suddenly remembered something. On a pleasant afternoon, I remembered someone or something. Those warm memories loomed in my mind, seeming to declare their existence in their own way, and there were always one or two people in those beautiful years. It affects your life and makes you unforgettable. Standing in the empty field looking up at the blue sky, the breeze blowing through my hair, I think of her again, the person who has the greatest influence on me.

Life in childhood is always beautiful. We are neighbors and good playmates. We always like to run hand in hand under the scorching sun. We always remember the life at that time sitting under the big tree and looking up at the blue sky. It was simple, fulfilling, and we were happy at that time. Later, she moved and we lost contact. I was an only child and my parents didn’t have much time to spend time with me because of their work. I was always alone. In a sense, I was lonely. It was not until she appeared that I felt truly happy and got rid of the loneliness. However, after she left, I became lonely again. I started to miss the happy times with her and everything about her.

When you think you will never meet someone again, you suddenly meet again on a street corner. When we meet again, you will have unspeakable joy. I think I will feel like this when I see her again. I never dreamed that I would see her again, but it happened. That day, I had a quarrel with my parents. I was walking on the street alone, looking at the people coming and going around me, looking at the unfamiliar faces, and suddenly an unknown emotion welled up in my heart, and my nose felt very sour. sharp. I wanted to find someone to talk to, but I found myself so lonely. As I continued to move forward with a numb face, a pleasant voice sounded in my ears. The voice was so familiar that it captured my thoughts. The owner of that voice stopped me. When I turned my head, I saw a face that was no longer familiar to me. It was her. I was shocked: "How could..." She took my hand and took me to the rooftop where we often went. We talked a lot that day. Before leaving, she said: "Promise me not to shed tears easily anymore, but to learn to be strong and learn to be happy."

That sentence deeply impressed me. In my heart, from that day on I began to learn to be strong, learn to make myself happy and less lonely. I think that tears are candies sealed in blue aluminum cans. Once opened, they lose their original shelf life. I try to seal the tears, collect the sadness, and look for traces of happiness.

Time passed quickly between my fingers, and in the blink of an eye she went to another city. I was still alone, but I found a way to be happy. I raised my head and looked at the blue sky, and her face looked beautiful again. appeared in front of my eyes.

5. Write a 400-word essay using three writing methods: first willow and then last, foreshadowing, and detailed summary

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"My Family's Troublemaker"

My family does not have a luxury villa, a brand-name car, or more than one million yuan in personal currency, but There is a troublemaker in my family, he is my innocent and lively brother.

My brother is ignorant and very naughty, which is why he brings a lot of fun to our family. One day, my mother was going to buy groceries, and she asked me to watch my brother and prevent him from running around. I played with him for a while and felt bored and bored, so I concentrated on watching TV. Unexpectedly, my brother kicked the watermelon on the ground with his foot. The watermelon was like a wheel, rolling very fast. I My brother also rolled. I looked at my brother dumbfounded, but he laughed at me, not knowing the pain at all. After a while, I lay on the bed watching TV, but he thought I was a horse. He was riding on my back mightily, and he hit me on the ass like a rider on horseback. I took him down and said to him seriously: "Don't come up! Humph." But he still wanted to get on me without knowing it. Back, I rolled my eyes and walked away. He immediately burst into tears, and tears poured down like rain. Seeing him like that makes people laugh.

One day my mother was going to see a doctor and asked me to look after my brother. This time I didn't watch TV and kept playing with him. When I was exhausted from playing, I took a short nap. When I woke up, my house felt like it had been robbed. There were eggs all over the floor. I ran over and saw that it was my younger brother. I said to him angrily: "Stop doing this, I'm going crazy."

"Finally, my mother came back, and I was scolded severely...

This is my brother, he is cute!