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Lyceum College Phase II Writing Practice

Expressing feelings = feelings + feeling reasons + feelings inspired

It's hard to get up early in the winter!

Mid-winter has reached three or nine cold days, because of the nature of the work, their own business restaurant opened at 5:30 in the morning, five minutes away, because the lazy bed set the alarm clock to 4:30, the day is really slow, at night feel just sleep alarm clock rings, warm bedding and cold air form a sharp contrast, the place outside the bed is the ice cave, get up like a prison escape. Whenever the alarm clock sounds, it will be shut down at the first time, because it is still early, sleep and sleep, can not get up and can not get up, began to sleep in the bed like a cake, eyes open and closed, closed and open again, finally stayed up until the time node is approaching, finally painfully like a heroic determination to be righteous, the heart while thinking of the most wanted to achieve the wish, while wearing clothes without temperature, forcing themselves to let the body and dreams on the road.

The plan of the year lies in the spring, the plan of the day lies in the morning, the three lights in the morning, the three panics in the evening, when some things must be done to meet the difficulties, the suffering you have suffered will eventually become the road to achieve your dreams!

Depicting things = summarizing ten details

Drinking a bowl of beef soup on a winter morning is really a pleasant and happy storm.

Mo Daojun traveled early, and there were even early pedestrians. A person pushed the door in, followed by a cold wind that made people shiver, he pulled down the cotton collar and said "a bowl of 10 yuan beef soup" People did not sit on the soup on the table. The steaming soup aroma overflowed, the man only looked at it and stretched his eyebrows, the cool hand held the hot bowl by the way, first his face was close to the bowl and sniffed lightly, such as smelling good Mingqian tea, his face was full of smiles, and then gently blew, the turquoise green onion and coriander spread out, like the spring wind blew the duckweed, took a sip, looked at the back alone, felt that he was incomparably relaxed, the delicacy of the soup had neutralized the cold of the winter starry night. Then the rhythm is getting faster and faster, the cake is soaked in the bowl, instantly clamped, endlessly like a wisp when eating, and when it is clipped to the meat, it is like getting the most precious treasure, which is as fast as swallowing dates. Until fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, finally paused slightly, slowly stretched out a lazy waist, wiped the sweat with the back of his hand, the mobile phone rang, did not hear what the other party said, only to see that his smile was even stronger, and the whole face smiled like a chrysanthemum blooming in September. Just listen to him say, "I'm drinking soup, are you coming?" In the morning, a bowl of beef soup is like a fairy drinking qiong pulp, come and see you at the old place."

Elaboration event = protagonist + example pass + definite result

They all say that the girlfriend is the mother's intimate little cotton jacket, and I want to say from the bottom of my heart that my son is my warm army coat.

Yesterday on Friday, the weather was cold, and my son, who came home from work in my second year of junior high school, had returned from school. I had just entered the house, and while greeting me, I turned on the electric blanket on the bed, and then asked me, "Mom, I pour you a glass of water, do you drink tangerine peel?" Or Spectral? Put honey on it? "When I got into bed, I put my back behind me, and I took the tea to the bedside table, tucked the breathable back of my feet, and took a few packets of small snacks and put them next to my pillow. "Mom, I went out to take a shower with my dad, you watch TV and eat snacks, but beautiful" The father and son just arrived in the courtyard, the son folded back into the house, just when I was wondering, pulled open the cabinet door and took out my plush pajamas and put them on the quilt. "Mom, I'm leaving, you're going to go to the bathroom, just put on your pajamas, get dressed and take off and be warm," I went out with a gust of wind.

The angel could not be separated, and he sent me a lover from a previous life.