Teaching plan and implementation plan of composition for senior high school entrance examination (core points)? (Reprinted)

Chinese writing teaching in middle schools should be designed and trained in four steps.

The first step is word expression, the second step is image construction, the third step is material processing, and the fourth step is conception cognition.

As long as these five points are achieved in exam-oriented writing teaching, his composition will definitely get high marks, which may be a perfect composition.

The first point: use a story to interpret the understanding of the proposition.

The second point: put an emotion or reason.

The third point: create an image and a detail, which should be written in about 150 to 200 words.

The fourth point: the main plot should be abrupt. It's like looking at the mountain and not liking peace. It's best to write the highlights of O'Henry, so that the world is invincible.

The fifth point: Paying attention to points and sublimation is mainly sublimation, from point to surface, from individual to general, from shallow to deep, from small to large.

Three points that can realize the qualitative change of teaching level: an idea, a set of teaching materials and a spirit.

? A teaching concept: guiding practice, that is, the composition is practiced, not heard in class, but changed from practice.

A set of teaching materials, this depends on your own preferences, as long as you can use the teaching materials handy, you can choose by yourself.

A spirit. What spirit? Is that you have to stick to it. The iron pestle is ground into a needle, and dripping water wears away the stone.

I used to be a grass, but after studying writing for so many years, I began to study reading and edit reading textbooks. At least in this Chinese education circle, it is quite influential in Beijing. Of course, like Shanxi, there are some teachers in Hunan, including those from other cities, including Guangzhou and Shenzhen. Then I feel that through my unremitting efforts and persistence, I slowly grew from a grass to a big tree, because I have this spirit of persistence and perseverance.

I walked back and forth in this hutong 15 years.

It's a little late to go to school today, and it's cloudy. As usual, I go home by bike. Although the school is close to home, it's all dark in this cold winter as soon as we get to the alley mouth.

The alley where my family lives is very narrow. Unfortunately, several street lamps in the alley were broken, which made the whole alley dark. But I have lived in this alley for 15 years after all. It is no exaggeration to say that I can walk home with my eyes closed. I listened to music, whistled and rode home slowly.

Suddenly there was a cold wind blowing in the alley, which made me shudder, so I quickly accelerated my speed and wanted to get home quickly to avoid the cold. I thought to myself, my feet began to exert their strength, the speed of the bicycle accelerated instantly, and my body became colder and colder. Although I was wearing gloves, I still felt the cold wind coming in, which made my fingers ache. As for me, I hold the handlebar with one hand and keep moving with the other hand in my pocket. However, the hand holding the handlebar seems to be wronged, and the feeling of pain goes straight to the heart along the arm. Simply, I started to play "Big Break".

Just when I was proud of my driving skills, I freed my hands and the right handle of my bicycle suddenly hung up. If I am not tall and can't drive, I will definitely fall into a dog's face. I stumbled and stopped quickly, only to find that it was me who stumbled and cut down someone else's car. When I took a closer look, the headlights were turned upside down by me. I looked around without thinking-there was no one there, and I didn't know whether it was instinct or flustered. I quickly put on my hat and rode home quickly by bike.

When I got home, I ate dinner as if nothing had happened, so I hurried back to my room to do my homework. However, the lamp I hit always appears in front of my eyes. It hits me like a huge chain lock, which makes me unable to escape. I'm fidgeting in my room, as if I have 15 rabbits in my heart.

After some ideological struggle, I finally picked up my mobile phone, put on my coat, walked out of the room, told my parents to go out and buy stationery, and then walked straight out of the house and quickly walked to the car. Soon I walked to the car. To my surprise, the mirror of the car was turned back. I know that the owner already knows that the car has been cut.

I looked at the headlights carefully again, and there was no damage. I looked at the parking place of the car and knew which car it should be. So I put a piece of paper with my phone number on it, put it on the car glass, and walked home quickly.

The wind has stopped, but snowflakes are still floating in the sky. Although the night is deeper and the sky is darker, my heart is full of sunshine.

The examination room of the English exam is very quiet, and my beating heart beats my eardrum like a heavy hammer.

I subconsciously lowered my head seriously, keeping my eyes as far away from the examination papers at the front desk as possible. But in my heart, it seems that there has been a pair of cat claws scratching, which is particularly annoying. My head doesn't seem to be my own anymore. It seems that there is a rope that keeps pulling my head up from a low place. Finally, I looked up again. My eyes, which were already short-sighted, suddenly seemed to be very picky at the moment. The answer from the English master at the front table was impressive and clear!

I don't have to look down at my answer at all, and I have already seen the difference between the answer at the front table and mine, because I'm not sure about only two questions, and the answer at the front table is different from mine. I must be wrong! I curse myself over and over again, and I'm not sure. What's more, the man at the front desk is a master of English. What he wrote must be correct. What should I do? Change or not? If it is changed, it should be a perfect score, and the score will rise to a big step. But what if he is wrong? Because I am always equal to him in English, I vaguely feel that my answer is correct. What to do! ? I can't help looking at my watch. There are only five minutes before I hand in my papers. I must make a decision as soon as possible. After all, there are two problems. If I can do it right, I will get full marks. This English exam is too important for me. It is everyone's wish to get full marks in this exam!

I turned the pen in my hand anxiously, my legs kept shaking under the table, and I clenched my lower lip with my teeth from time to time, hoping that this was a divination to decide whether to change the answer.

? Suddenly a figure stood behind me. I feel like a rabbit suddenly frightened and trembling all over. I turned my head to look at the teacher unconsciously, only to see that the teacher smiled and nodded at me, and then walked away from me.

Did the teacher find out that I cheated? Really? Then I was afraid to change my writing. I have worked hard for this exam for so long, and my sweat must not be wasted because of these two topics. Forget it, don't change it, I believe my feeling is right! Even if I am wrong, I will live up to my conscience. I didn't cheat, I am an honest man. Thinking, the bell rang at the end of the exam, and everyone stood up and began to leave their seats to hand in their papers.

I picked up my test paper and walked forward. The classmate at the front desk came up to me, and the answers to two questions on his test paper flooded into my eyes again. What shall we do? I'm taking advantage of the chaos now, and it's completely in time. The teacher will never find out. When I shook hands, I shook my pen and gently put it down: forget it. I beat myself just now. Do we have to fall short? Finally, the results are not true!

The road to the podium is only ten short steps, and I can't let it become long in my heart. So I strode to the podium with my classmates at the front desk. In front of the teacher, I put the answer sheet evenly on the answers of other students with my hands, and then I collided with the teacher's smiling eyes. I smiled happily.

Everyone should follow their own path of growth, which may be very long and take a lifetime; This road may be short, but it's just a throb in my heart.

The bright moon is in the sky.

I shook my mane around my neck, snorted dully, and looked up at the looming stars in the sky. Then, unconsciously, I set my eyes on the highest tent, and my ears clearly heard their even breathing.

? I slowly close my eyes, want to sleep, sleep for a while, but their appearance always appears in front of me, and my heart will rise again, feeling as if it were about to be ignited. I had no choice but to kneel down and bury my head deeply in the grass, trying to make their shameless appearance disappear before my eyes. But no matter how much I torture myself, their faces stick to my skull like a plaster, so I can't help facing them.

It's windy On the silent grassland, I don't know where the whining sound came from. Did I hear you wrong? Why are you crying like a soldier? I pricked up my ears and listened carefully. Yes, I don't know which tent soldier is crying. I can feel that despite his efforts to control his emotions, he can't control his voice. A strong soldier in the middle of the night, let his sad cry float on this vast grassland.

I really can't sleep. I looked up at the sky again. The moon has set in the west. It should be almost dawn, so I won't sleep and stand up. When my head stuck out of the stable, my eyes immediately fell on the tent, and the candlelight in the tent lit up. The beige candlelight makes people feel particularly warm on this desolate and cold prairie. But I opened my frightened eyes wide, waiting for the two of them to come out of the tent and wait for a new day of slavery. I'm not afraid of being pushed, but I don't want to be enslaved to play and hunt, because I'm a war horse, but I can't seem to choose my own destiny, so I can only wait for the "master" who is about to leave the tent. ...