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The breeze, through the fragrance of flowers, swept through the bamboo forest, gradually, gradually;
The scorching sun, across the green mountains, across the sea, faintly, passing;
The years, red cherries, green plantains, fleeting, fleeting.
Since the vicissitudes of the world are unpredictable, why should everything be perfect and satisfactory? Just set off with a smile and believe to be the best version of yourself, I can!
Inscription. Maybe the wind is too sad, blowing white clouds with tears; Maybe the sun is too flamboyant, and the grass wilts its leaves; Maybe the fish are too depressed and make the river ...... wavesI just felt out of breath, maybe because of the pressure to go on to higher education.
Leaning tirelessly in front of the window, the scenery in front of me became a blur ......
There is unfinished homework every day, and there are unfinished points to memorize every day; I feel my eyes sour every day, and I feel heavy every day. In the classroom, the eye-catching countdown board on the right side of the blackboard made me feel relaxed and lively for a moment, just because I was going to be admitted to a key middle school. Parents are looking forward to it, teachers are looking forward to it.
Who called me a good student?
Let's click, let's click", the footsteps of my mother going upstairs were close, and I quickly collected my mixed thoughts and opened a book to "read". The sound of my mother's footsteps reassuringly drifted away, but my mind was still blank. Is it just going on like this and dealing with the upcoming high school entrance examination indiscriminately?
I rubbed my eyes vigorously.
Even if you don't climb the ladder of the moon, you can't lose the arm that embraces the moon! Liu Yong's words woke up the dreamer. I haven't been on the battlefield yet, how can I give up so easily?
A small flower in the wilderness can still sway alone every morning and dusk, and will humble itself into nobility; A camel in the desert can still travel alone through the vast journey, turning loneliness into an ode. And I, as a person, why am I so vulnerable? Whether it's bitter or tired, it's almost the end, and only by catching up is the brave.
So, the corners of my mouth pursed slightly, drawing a gentle and sweet arc. I will square the hope and will be disappointed; Multiply one to be happy, except for one discouraged; Add one struggle, minus one despair. Let this algorithm accompany me through the wonderful time of ninth grade, and then walk out of the wonderful road of life.
Let's go with a smile! Why not? A smile is a golden wing, which can soothe the anxiety in the heart; Smile is the flower on the branch, showing the splendor of life; A smile is a harmonious note, which can converge into a beautiful melody of life; A smile is a spring breeze that can make our hearts bloom with beautiful flowers.
Let's go with a smile! Let every day at sunrise, there is always a new self; When the flowers bloom and fall, there is always a heart without regrets; Let our learning life be as sweet as food and as moist as water.
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Beginning: lyrical or argumentative.
Paragraph 2: Write an example of a smile (you can write about a person) and then write about the shock or inspiration that it brings you (an example).
Ending: Illuminate the center and sublimate the theme.
If you don't go into details, you can keep asking me I've already written it, and the teacher said it was good (
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To the left, this humble and sad me;
To the right, this sad and humble me;
Walking forward, I set off with a smile on the outside.
Inscription. My friend said that I was a melancholy child, and I liked to look at the sky alone—lying on the green fungus without saying a word—with pale blue sadness in my eyes.
My friend said that I have a thing called arrogance, which seems to be so indifferent to everything, and when I speak, I am domineering and irresistible.
Actually, my loneliness is not when I look at the sky, I am really helpless when I am doing my homework, and my sitting posture is just a perfect defense. Concealing the rigidity of my thinking and the middle finger that had been sunken by holding the pen, the bitterness of being at a loss in the face of a bunch of complex symbols was unknown, and it suffocated me and made me almost collapse. In fact, my arrogance is just a cover-up, and no one can see the real me except myself.
The bell rang in the middle of the night, and when I woke up, I looked panicked and didn't know what to borrow. I grieve for my humility.
Under the tremendous pressure brought by the high school entrance examination, I lived so humbly, like a ...... wandering on the edge of the universe
I opened the curtains, and a touch of slanting faintly peeked in through the window, soothing my tired heart. When I was picking up the pen, I suddenly saw a snail on the windowsill shaking its tentacles in the sunlight, slowly moving inside. It's so small, so unbearable, that even the humble me despises this little thing.
The sun slowly sank, and the moment I didn't notice it dimmed. The snail was still crawling slowly, even climbing up the window frame, carrying its heavy shell and falling slowly, and then continuing to climb and continue to fall ......
I cried, tears splashed a pool of red, it was the blood in my heart boiling because of the emotion, I understood a lot.
I wiped away my tears, smiled, and set out with great strides, struggling out of the swamp of sorrow, to find my own happiness, to breed greatness in humility, and to struggle for ...... without ceasing
It is a kind of phoenix nirvana, the joy of being reborn from the fire, and it is a kind of eternal happiness.
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