The second year of junior high school Chinese essay The protagonist of that story is me .

Everyone has a script in their hearts, and the things they encounter and the people they meet constitute every opening and closing of this unique script. The compiler of this life script is yourself, the producer is yourself, the photographer is also yourself, you are the director of your script, and you are also the protagonist in the play. But my script is different, there is a script that I have, the compiler is not me, the producer is not me, and the filmmaker is not me, I live in someone else's script, and I live in an "extra" who can never be the protagonist.

I've been in a lot of people's plays: I'm a classmate in a classmate's play, a friend in a friend's play, a kid in a loved one's play, a grandson. The opening and curtain call, time flies like water, after one beautiful performance after another, playing one after another costumed roles, multiple identities, staggered scenes, but without exception is not the protagonist.

Like a puppet in line, I leave a faint mark on other people's stories through other people's hands. After all, you can't make a glamorous appearance like the protagonist, you can't change the script as much as you want, and you can't be as impressive as Aurora. Too many "can'ts" that belong to me, too many "privileges" that belong to the protagonist, one by one, hit my atrium with the beating of my heart, like crushing a handful of glass slag and putting it on my chest and heart, making every heartbeat unforgettable.

However, who can solve my supporting role worries? I can only raise my unwilled smile in the blinding spotlight, hide my lonely and fragile heart under the sturdy exterior with almost withdrawn coldness, and use silence, which I think is the best way to escape, to keep away from sadness. If you don't explode in silence, you perish in silence.

Who's moaning here? I chewed on the phrase carefully: Perdition?

I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to; So, let's break out! I finally made up my mind to germinate my first script at the dawn of early spring, and I am the director and the protagonist! I don't have to hide anything against my will, because what I play is what I think; There is no need to magnify your pain to an incomprehensible extent in countless heartbeat moments; There is no need to envy the splendor and beauty of the aurora, because I can also become the aurora.

The moment I finished writing the script, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, relieved that I had finally taken off all my pretenses; I'm relieved that I've finally made my first script; I'm relieved that I've finally stepped out of someone else's stage and into my own. In such a long period of comfort, I can't help but feel relieved: life is the script, and you are the person who writes it, the pen of dreams is in your hands, the color of dreams is in your eyes, as long as you want, you are the protagonist, the dream chaser, and the protagonist of the person who holds the destiny to win the day!

On the long stage of life in the future, I will definitely use the pen of dreams to paint the colors of dreams, paint colorful destinies, and paint the glory of life again and again. Because, the protagonist of that story is me, and it is me who holds my dreams firmly!

Classic jokes: Jokes in the dormitory I have a classmate who never buys handpaper himself, and goes to someone else's place to get it whenever he uses it. I was once seen holding a paper at my place, and I said to him angrily

Why are you old with my handwritten paper? Won't you buy it yourself? He hey and said:

Don't be so stingy! Isn't it just a little toilet paper, I'll return you when I'm done!