Yuan Mengze || Looking for the literary traces around

Editor's note: There are two questions in Nanjing's 2022 middle school entrance examination composition, one small composition, one large essay, as follows: 1. Small composition: For the sake of how to wash your hands correctly, write a explanation article, require about 120 words, about 120 words Essence (9 points) 2. Big essay: The cultural heritage of Nanjing as the capital of the world literature, and the title of "Leaning Literature Trace of the Literature of ____". , About 600 words. (45 points)

The reporter from Jiangnan Times was informed that a 13 -year -old Nanjing sixth -year child seemed very excited after seeing the composition title, and quickly wrote a composition at home. After the parents of the composition were forwarded to their friends, everyone was surprised! Children's standing positions, smooth writing, skilled text, and delicate descriptions are crowded! It is reported that the author was born in 2009 and studied in Nanjing Shushu Primary School. She graduated in the sixth grade in 2022. She is named Yuan Mengze. It is reported that Yuan Mengze not only wrote well, but also liked to write poetry. He was a veritable "literary girl".

Looking for literary traces around you

Yuan Mengze

At the beginning of the lantern, the night drifted on the water gently, and it was noisy to swim away from the fireworks. Yue Zhenyuan, he and the days are plainly melted into the scenery of the ancient city. As if it has been this for a century, faintly, and those famous artists have entered my dreams. The green water waves kept appeased and came to the Qinhuai River with the sound of paddles.

Qinhuai River night scene

The laughter kept passing into my ears. The children ran on the mottled stone tiles with a smile. I squatted down and stared at the wet moss along the road. It was amazing, as if implying that Jinling never dispersed. Suddenly hearing the birds, he had to look up, and a nameless bird stood on the plot of Wuyi Lane. I looked at it, and the kettled guy seemed to be looking in a certain direction. I found it, but I could see nothing. He may have been prosperous here in the fantasy, and the days are like never staying here. I can see the hustle and bustle of the downturn, and even the wailing of the Wangsun nobles in the ruins. I mourn in anger, but I thought about it, this is also part of the culture. I can't erase it, and I should be remembered by the world. Liu Yuxi did think so, so he had the ancient famous sentence of "the old Wang Xietang, flying into the home of ordinary people". What can weeds and birds know? They just stayed blindly to find their own meaning.

I flew across this row of antique buildings, and I kept the sip and retained me. The dazzling fragrant bags and supplies are amazing, and the warm -colored light reflects the exquisite things on each kind of embroidery. Here, I seemed to walk into a non -existent world. The boss was using a pure Xuzhou official to video with people. He glanced at me enthusiastically, and I left.

The lively place Nanjing Muzi Temple

On the street, it seems that everything is like that article, and the lights are light at dusk. Everything is like a dream, like a shadow. Unconsciously, I slipped to the Qinhuai River again, and the voice was noisy, and I tried to squeeze out a position. Visiting the wicked lights reflected on the ripple water surface, and the water of the lake in ink can be seen clearly. The water surface is not dirty at all. She is the ancient rhythm of the ancient charm, and it is a testimony of grace during the Republic of China. The green plants on both sides of the strait swayed on the water. The sky was dark, the colorful lights were brighter, and it was integrated with this scene, and it wrote the style that belongs to the ancient city.

The night travel vessels slowly came with bright lights, and the sound of the sudden motor reminded me and what was it. As if the sound of paddles like complaints, leisurely, long, swinging. But that's not the land I was looking for. I was looking for a bird that was not staring at Wuyi Lane, not the people on both sides of the night cruise. It is a chapter, a chapter about the history of Jinling and the ancient city culture. Now, I have found it. Rather than finding it, it is better to say that I finally realized the most sincere emotion in my heart, admiring the cultural land of my hometown, and the deep ancient city culture and memories.

Two poems:

Summer Sunshine

Yuan Mengze

I remember

In many places

I love that summer alone

Life is long

The small store's land will never melt

Bicycle bells pass through the wind ground clearance

Yun always stays quietly in heaven

Suddenly, waiting for people to react to this lengthy summer

The sun is just like the gardenia flower like that

The edge of the snow -white ground will always flashes golden ground light

I stared at it as if I would never disperse the sun

I don’t know if the dead leaves hit the shoulders of my land all year after year

My life will never walk in the sigh

Like the door gently

I laughed infinitely inside

Turn around

Nothing again

Dusk in the dusk, wearing the hair on my hair leisurely

The smell of plastic runway can not be found

I hope the fan can stroke my ears again

The eyes are all running on the side shadow and shouting brilliantly

I put my pen

Come and colorful in the sun in the sun

Write a six -year wonderful chapter in the torrent of time

I look out the window

Sunlight exactly

But when I lift my pen

I found that I had finished my childhood and laughed

(Write on June 27, 2022)

Return

Yuan Mengze

Similar night

The street lights cover the moonlight edge

The hustle and bustle of the car and the hustle and bustle of the nightingale sang

Will the stars cry in the air, because Wuyun blocks their hopes

The light light lights are paved on the ground like layers of white veils

It's too long and too long in this day

She is a little annoyed

I don't know if the lighthouse is bright

Can you guide her to go home and go?

Please don't pay attention to her hope

Just because there are darkness and ocean around

However, a crack raised her passion in the glory

That's the direction of the hometown

She remembered all the mirror flowers and water moon

Highlands sky, green land

There is the aroma of rice ears everywhere

The laughter is greater than all the troubles

Grandma is anxious to urge the sound is the only unhappy

And how can you forget the lunch in the tree shade?

Family taste everywhere

This is a native farmer

Happy

It's a few hours of the car where the car is refreshing in the New Year

This is the hometown of colorful land

It is a place for childhood

Until this

That light is closed again

There is only one leaf lone boat left

One alone

Wandering with a purposeless time

(Write on May 10, 2022)

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