Write a busy ending around the main idea

1. From the administrative service center of Chikan District People's Government of Zhanjiang City to Haitian Chikan sub branch of Guangfa Bank of Chikan District, there are all direct buses between the two places. It is recommended to take bus no.51/62k with less walking and the fastest direct bus: take the bus from the bus stop of the municipal administrative service center, get off at Junlin coast bus stop by 3 stops, and walk about 155 meters to Guangfa bank.

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take bus no.451, 480, 692, 913, 967, 969, 840 and te7, get off at Kefeng bridge south station,

walk about 300 meters forward (South),

turn right and walk about 150 meters West, to the south of the road

3. Yes, the title of the composition is not in the number of words, as long as it is novel and chic, and can focus on the theme of the article is a good topic.

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Writing ideas: write a short story in the way of narration, and use the above restrictive words and phrases, text:

among thousands of Chinese characters, I love "busy", speaking of the word "busy", it's really up to me

in the morning, a particularly annoying and harsh alarm clock rang, and I struggled to open my sleepy eyes. I really want to sleep a little more“ Get up Scared out of my wits, I got out of bed, dressed, brushed my teeth and washed my face

"eat quickly!"“ If you don't eat any more, you'll be late! " I rushed to the table again, picked up the bread, ate a few mouthfuls and set out

"sauce!"“ The general's will remove the inch and add a unitary character! " It turned out that I was in class. I took notes while I was in class. My head was several times bigger

at noon, I came home, ate a few meals absent mindedly, and went to do my homework. After finishing my homework, it's a little bit more. I'm going to school with my schoolbag on my back

"the unit cannot be added after the percentage, understand?" Everyone answered, "I see!" The school is over in the afternoon

when I got home, I picked up a few mouthfuls of rice and did my homework until after ten o'clock. Then I washed and went to bed. When it comes to "busy", we have to talk about weekends! I get up on Saturday morning and do my homework from 8:30 to 11:00. After lunch, I went to finish my homework again

"work" to more than two points, they began to read: "this time I saw the grassland..." after reading Chinese, they read English again, "what are you going to do?" After reading English, he began to review science. "The device that can make us labor-saving or convenient at work is called machinery." On Sunday morning, I have to correct the mistakes in my homework. I'll make up for my Chinese Studies and composition at about one o'clock. I can't go back until half past six in the afternoon

Hey, I'm so busy

However, I love the word "busy" because it makes my life fuller

5. What the article stresses is the echo, coherence, and the feeling of one go. The end of prose can naturally lead to one or two sentences from the previous elaboration, so as to achieve the feeling of profound meaning and unfinished words. Ha ha, there are several related endings for reference

but every day when night falls, I light up my desk lamp and open my books, I use my pen and eyes to build a busy home with my heart. I use every bit, every stroke, to outline the trajectory of life and share the fruits of my day's struggle. Until the dead of night, busy atmosphere in the sound of insects fade. In such a busy rhythm, I really feel the fullness of life and the satisfaction of happiness

I found a kind of life in the books. In the tranquil and leisurely life of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan", and in the leisurely life of "the drunk is not wine, but also cares about the landscape", they coldly look at the ordinary people in this world, year after year, day after day. I like this kind of mentality. It's like the rising of the moon and the light of the clear light, but I don't pursue it. I like to get up in a hurry when the bell rings in the early morning, open the curtains and let the sunshine urge me to rush into life. With my schoolbag on my back and light and rapid steps, I find a sense of steadiness, like a horse carrying a bell ringing, running busily in the vast field

in the early morning, the alarm clock still wakes me up on time and opens my eyes. I know that a busy day will begin again. A philosopher once said that enjoying life is a kind of realm. Therefore, some people enjoy loneliness, some people enjoy ease, some people enjoy lightness, and some people enjoy blandness. And I am slowly beginning to enjoy my busyness.

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Writing ideas: around the word "tears", write the causes and consequences of tears, reflecting the emotion brought by tears

text:

tears are one of the signs of emotional expression, and tears are an indispensable behavior in life. With a cry, a few tears, I came to this world. And made the necessary connection with the two people who gave me life. My most impressive cry is also related to these two people

It was a few days before my 10th birthday. In order to celebrate my 10th birthday, grandma and uncles, who haven't seen each other for a long time, came from other places. Their peaceful days are very busy because of their arrival. When I was happy, I didn't know who to listen to. My mother and grandmother left

I didn't believe it. I ran to ask my grandmother. She touched my head and said, "silly girl, don't listen to others. Your mother is still at home. I'll be ten years old in a few days. I'll be a happy birthday girl. Don't think too much about it

after listening to grandma's words, the stone in my heart can be put down. On the way to find my little friend, I met another relative and asked, "I heard that your mother has gone. Is that true?"

my heart trembled, and I replied in a loud voice, "no, she's going to celebrate my 10th birthday!" The relative looked at me with almost sympathetic eyes and whispered, "ah, this is it." I couldn't stand this kind of look. I ran away in spite of politeness

when I got to the door, my eyes were red, but I didn't have the courage to open the familiar door. After a fierce ideological struggle, I decided to go in“ It's OK. Grandma said that my mother is at home. They must be cheating me. My mother must be at home! ", I think so. As a result, the scene in front of me made me want to cry

The room was dark and silent. I want to call my mother, but I find I can't speak. Maybe I dare not. Afraid to shout, no one answered. Suddenly, the room lights up, someone turned on the light, I was surprised, looking back, it was Dad, I trembled and asked: "Dad, mom is not gone, she is not me."

my father couldn't bear to hold me and said, "don't cry, mom just has some things and will be back in a few days." But she didn't come back until my birthday. Later, Dad took his cell phone and said, "your mom's phone."

after receiving the phone, she heard her mother's voice through the receiver. She seemed a little hoarse. She said, "sorry, I can't go back to accompany you for your birthday. Your grandmother was very ill and just passed away a few days ago." I don't know if I heard my mother's voice or grandma's bad news, so I cried out. A big hand caressed my back, which made me feel better

now, when I think back again, I still have the impulse to shed tears, and more importantly, I am moved. Because of this, I found the close relationship between my parents and me. I would not feel well without any of them

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Write bitterness around the central meaning:

& there are hardships in life, but more of them are sweet. Sweet has

hidden in the praise of teachers, sometimes hidden in the smiling faces of parents, sometimes hidden in the concern of classmates. As long as we work hard, we will surely taste the sweetness of life