A 500-word composition in Senior Two 1, have you checked the recipient and address of the express delivery? Yes, here is your address and name. Who sent it? Maybe Lan Xin gave it to me. You must miss me. You missed me just after the holiday, haha. I didn't think of that, and then I opened the express.
Open the layers of packaging, leaving only a small rectangular box, which turned out to be a necklace. The others are nothing special, but the pendant of the necklace is particularly attractive. It is a small fox with white fur and sapphire blue eyes.
Such exquisite workmanship must not be cheap, but it is from Lan Xin. Murphy wanted to think, carefully wrapped it back and dialed the telephone of Lan Xin. "Xin son, I received the necklace you sent me. It's beautiful, but it's too expensive I will bring it back to you when school starts, and the person who is most suitable for this necklace is you. "
Lan Xin on the other end of the phone was confused. "Right and wrong, you didn't wake up. I don't understand a word you said. I am busy practicing my guitar here. It's my turn Forget it. "
Lan Xin didn't give it to me. Who is it? Is it Chen An? Just want to ask Chen An, I saw the information from Jan, "You received a gift, which was carefully selected by my master. I hope you like it. You can bring it back to me, I won't accept it. "
It's really from him, so I have to wait for Lan Xin to return it to him when school starts. Murphy put the necklace away and put it in the cupboard.
Will it be watching TV, eating fruit, still staying with my parents, really comfortable on holiday, playing mobile phone at school late, chatting with my roommate sentence by sentence, and watching movies with Lan Xin? It's different at home. You can go to bed early.
Murphy lay in bed and fell asleep soon, but he had a strange dream. He dreamed that a blue fox appeared at home, with white hair and sapphire eyes, and it was very big, just like a big blue diamond. He always looks at Murphy. He is very scared. At this time, his mother stood in front of Murphy and drove the blue fox away. Is he awake?
There is no reason to squander youth for the sake of youth, just for the eternal beauty after passing away.
A piece of paper sent away a sigh, leaving too much helplessness.
An indulgence brought a burst of fragmentation and failed to live up to many expectations.
But I will not regret it. After all, it once bloomed. Even if it disappears in the smoke, I will be intoxicated by the sighing applause and shed tears in my laughter, but I have no regrets.
An almost crazy idea passed through my flying thoughts. I feel a meteor passing by in an instant, which is the most meteor I have ever seen that can make a person forget everything around him. I even stubbornly doubt that this is the first time I know about meteors. Then, I heard the sound of being elated, and the fragrance of petals falling all over the ground spelled out four thrilling words: young and frivolous.
I suddenly want to write to my sister. I said, sister, I want to run away from home. This is the loudest voice she has ever said to me since I met her. Sister said, are you crazy? Even in a joking tone, you can feel that she is really angry.
Later, later, I left. Left a mess on my back.
The alternating noise of various colors is at a loss between neon lights and moonlight. I think I'm back in the black and white world. Feel the pain of being forgotten by the world and look forward to being taken in by another world. At a loss, at a loss.
The appearance of passerby A broke the crazy silence. He is the most special of all passers-by I have ever met. He patted me on the shoulder and said, buddy, can you lend me a dollar? No surprises, no other details, as if everything was so logical. I gave him one yuan.
Then, I dialed my home phone and there was only 70 cents in my pocket.
Sorrow locked in the sun is read carefully again. Teach me fantasy time, slowly drifting away in the fog of dawn.
A trace.
Another trace.
I believe that everyone has a different past, but the past experience is always heartbreaking. Perhaps this is the so-called mature and steady! If you don't experience the future afterwards, the future of the future. How will we face everything? Maybe growth is like this, maybe maturity is like this! Maybe ending is to forget the past and work hard for the present. This is what we should do now!
forget the past
Maybe before, it was all in my mind. Because that's all in the past. The good old days will eventually leave us. But we can't change the world. Unfortunately, the past has become the past. Then forget the past and think about the present. Now we are still very young, and now we can still struggle. Don't wait until we are old to regret it. It's getting late. Forget the past, from now on, I believe we will change, change that poor me, when can we report the excellent one? Forget the past and believe that everything will be fine!
Chasing the dream
I believe that all of us have dreams and are guarded by our hearts. To protect the heart. Keep working hard and realize your dream! The road of dreams, the road of ideals. This road is difficult to walk. But we must never give up, because once we give up, we have nothing! Lost everything, lost my original self. I still have a long way to go in my life, and I can continue to struggle! If you want to give up now! We're hopeless! Only disappointment is left! Life is not wasted. Chasing for dreams, for yourself and for the future. Believe in yourself, I can do it! Maybe it would be better to start over! Say goodbye to the past and show the future, and the world will be better!
restart
Perhaps, the past will become a memory, perhaps, the past will become a farewell! The past is the past. What used to be beautiful was just once. The past will be abandoned. Let go of everything, bid farewell to the past, strive for the present, and strive for the beginning. Start over. Maybe now is better! Start over and show the future!
The end is the new beginning, look ahead, show the future, and do well in the present!
Do you still remember the 500-word composition 4 "Big Man" in Senior Two? I am two years younger than you. When I first met, I was a taciturn "little girl" and you were a lively and sunny "big guy". Although we have different personalities, it doesn't affect our friendship.
I remember when school started, I heard that a transfer student came. Everyone sat down quietly and waited for the new arrivals. You were carrying a big dark blue schoolbag, wearing a red long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans. The jeans are clean, but there is some mud on the shoes. When I entered the door, I smiled foolishly, revealing white and neat teeth and narrowing my eyes into a crescent shape, which made people like it very much. If you were whiter, you would be a complete "beauty"!
I fell in love with your bright black eyes the first time I saw you. You are very generous. You often drag me, a shy girl, to play with other students. I have a good time and sweat, which gives me simple happiness. Over time, I also became a sunny and happy girl.
Remember our secret base? In fact, it is just a flower that few people go to. Every bush of short flowers there is full of our desire and happiness.
Remember the railing we climbed? We went to the old kindergarten together, and we were always wary of the fierce old lady who was guarding the door.
You must remember me, you and a girl who was swinging in that gym. I like the swing on the right, but you like to sit quietly and watch it rise and fall.
Everything, in retrospect, is like opening a warm photo album, and pages of photos come to mind, becoming more and more intimate.
If meeting is a kind of fate, then parting is a kind of sadness. Now you and I are in the same city, but not in the same school.
When I dream in the sun and stare at the night, I can't help thinking of you. Hey, everybody, are you okay?
Smile, wait for a spring breeze to get wet, embrace a touch of emotional dependence with brightness and beauty. May I be happy all my life and surpass the world. You don't have to look up at others, you are also a landscape.
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I lost.
In the first round.
Maybe it's psychological. I always thought it was not my fault. The judge teacher said that my tone was accurate and my rhythm was well grasped, but just because my partner and I were in the same group, he became nervous, so that the euphemistic singing was fragmented.
Yes, if you want to, you must be willing to gamble and lose. In the dark blue and light blue tears, there is a deep dream hidden in my heart, and the teacher will not know it. We practiced countless manuscripts and read countless lyrics in our minds day and night, and we were so vulnerable to a few casual words.
I feel like I'm losing. We have been excited for countless times, pretending that we don't care about going to the semi-finals and finals, and happily and proudly saying, "I'll treat you to delicious food if you win the game." But no one would have thought that I would lose so badly. I could only write my little pride in the fading sky with lyrics mixed with my emotions, and then look back with a smile to find that hesitant and sad heart.
People say that youth meets seven selves: one is bright, one is sad, one is gorgeous, one is adventurous, one is stubborn and the other is growing up. We fell down on the road of growing up, flushed and helpless, crying because of sprained ankles, and lost the courage to take risks. In fact, life will not make you better or worse because of your sadness and frustration, but the happiness and sadness of your life depend on your mentality. No matter whether I win the competition or not, I want to know that beauty will always exist, and I will proudly show my brilliance when cutting the faint light.
Please believe that time will make you better, time will polish other kinds of beauty, and you have your own light. You, calm down.