Write a semi propositional essay with I Really Didn t Expect It .

Excuse me, do you want to be in elementary school, junior high school, or high school?

In life, there are always some unexpected little things that happen inadvertently, but they can stir up a circle of ripples in each other's hearts......�

It was a Saturday evening, and I hurried to the square where I had a date with friends for a literary salon. Rushed to the side of the square, just stopped the car, and a voice sounded behind him: "Deposit two corners of the fare."

I was stunned: damn it! Why did you forget to bring change when you came?

I subconsciously clenched the ten-dollar bill in my hand - no, I can't give it to him! How embarrassing it was to retrieve a lot of change in my hand (and I didn't have any pockets on me).

I'm sorry," I muttered quietly, "I didn't bring any money......Only then did I notice a middle-aged man standing in front of me, dressed plainly, carrying a canvas ticket bag diagonally, and a pair of eyes shining sincerely. At this moment, his face was slightly embarrassed: "This ......."Then forget it.

He smiled at me, and I felt overwhelmed and ran away. �

When I went back to pick up the car, I couldn't help but be shocked: my car was full of bicycles, and there was a row on the road than when I came, which made me how to get home! I stood there and was in a hurry.

I'll help you! I shuddered—it was that voice again! When I turned around, I saw that he was already moving the car on the side, and after a while, he moved a narrow "passage", and my car was smoothly pushed out.

I stole a glance at him—the same gaze that was still as open, and with a kind of pleasure, as if I had moved out of my own car. I shuddered again, got into the car and fled. After riding nearly 100 meters, I remembered that I forgot to say "thank you", and the ten yuan was still in my hand.

The next week, I went to the literary salon again, for nothing but to store the car. He seemed to remember me and greeted me. I handed him a dollar:

Just look for me hexagonal," I felt very relaxed, "I didn't pay last time." However, his movements suddenly slowed down. I saw his fingers tremble slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

You actually remember, I really didn't expect ......His honest eyes sparkled with a sparkle of light. In an instant, I felt something surging ...... inside me�

I really didn't expect that," I smiled heartily when I mentioned this little thing to my friend, "maybe people are so subtle, and a casual act will trigger the true feelings in their hearts, and the emotion will fill the air in an instant, fill the whole space, and leave a good memory." ”…

If we all do "inadvertent" little things for others with our true feelings, when they laugh and sigh, "I really didn't expect it......What a sweet feeling!

I really didn't expect it, you forgot.

I thought that the memory in my heart could overcome the stumbling of time, but I didn't expect you to still forget and forget me.

If I had known that you would have forgotten me, I would not have gone to you, and I would have thought about you and the question in the sunlight that had been cut by the window tube.

Two years, this is the time lag between our last conversation. In the past two years, I have seen you many times, and I want to say hello to you, but I don't have the courage to stop you and say a few words to you. Every time I walk past me with you, I feel extremely embarrassed, but I don't know how to resolve it.

It's just that I didn't expect you and me to be so strange, so strange that you don't even remember my name.

Obviously, when we were in elementary school, we had such a good relationship, reading books together, eating together, doing homework together, shopping together, listening to songs together, and gossiping about some things together. At that time, they were inseparable and inseparable, but why are they silent and unable to touch each other now?

You know, what a psychological struggle I had to go to you yesterday afternoon, for fear that I wouldn't know what to say when I saw you, and I would forget even the most basic greetings. However, when I actually faced you, I didn't feel too distressed, but just threw out the questions and waited for answers. You looked at me blankly, your little eyes full of doubt, and finally moved your lips and said:

Which one are you? ”

All of a sudden, I felt the air around me be pulled away, because I never thought that one day you would forget me, and that day would come so quickly. I thought our friendship was so deep that we would never forget it, but I didn't expect that in the end, I was the only one who couldn't let go.

So, I subconsciously looked up at the sky, and a sentence you said and an action you used to do often came to my mind. Anne said that a child looks up at the sky, not to look for anything but because she is lonely, but at the moment I look up at the sky just because you do it a lot.

You see, I remember your words and deeds very clearly, but why did you forget me? Are you good at forgetting, or do you not care, or are you growing up and time has taken away your childishness and memories?

Yes, we all grow up in the torrent of time. Even if I don't take a step, if you don't take a step, the time that keeps flowing will urge and push you and me forward. No one can escape the invasion of time.

Thinking about it this way, I seem to be able to forgive you, after all, you just forgot.

I'm also just, I didn't expect that you forgot.

I really didn't expect it. I pounced on the countryside in March, clothed in the tender spring light, and let the slightly sweet breeze pass by. The clear water, the sweet air, and the fragrant flowers make me think about it.

A gentle birdsong pulled me back to reality. Looking at the beautiful scenery in front of me, I couldn't help but ponder: when did this place become so beautiful?

I really didn't expect that!

No, I was lying comfortably on the green grassy beach with my eyes closed and pondering this question, and I couldn't help but think of what it used to be like here.

Once upon a time, it was filled with piles of bricks and tiles from which houses were built, and piles and piles of sand. When the wind blows, the sand rolls up with the wind and flies all over the sky, and pedestrians dare not open their eyes. What's even worse is that the body is also stuck with sand and dust, and it can't be cleaned even after a while.

It's still dangerous! The crane that built the house "bites" the cement slabs and grabs over the heads of pedestrians, crumbling, children dare not walk here, and even adults are terrified when they look at it! If this crane "bites" loose, something will happen!

Also, in the past, there was garbage floating on the stream here, and flies flew on it, which was disgusting to look at, and it was a veritable stinky ditch. People cut down trees, birds have no home, they become street children...The environment was really unbearable!

What now? It's a new place, and it's a big change! It's a world of difference.

Trees can be found everywhere and shaded by greenery. The birds have a safe home and stand on the branches every morning and sing happily. The gentle singing wakes up the sun father, the workers who go to work, the farmers who plow, and the children who go to school.

Countless wildflowers, dotted in this green carpet, add to the elegance. Look, there's wild strawberries out there! Listen, the brook sings and flows into the distance.

Also, small fish are playing in the stream...I revel in this fairyland-like place, and let happiness soar in this beauty.

This unexpected change made me ecstatic and emotional. Cherish nature, protect the environment, beautify your home, and live together in the green of life, so that this unexpected surprise can continue!

I really didn't expect that an unexpected curiosity would make me take a step to the sky and become the president of the Coconut Grove Literature Society! That was a year ago......At the beginning of the school year, I was on duty again. I can't help but think of an article I wrote before:

The Pain and Joy of Duty Students". It was my first manuscript when I was in the third grade, and although it had been almost a year, I still remember the scene when I sent it to the Essay Newspaper with curiosity and confidence. But more than half a year has passed, and the manuscript has not been published, and my heart has gradually become gray.

Since then, I have never submitted a manuscript again. On the Monday on duty, it was only 7 o'clock in the morning, I was already standing at the gate on duty, and the school doorman was also standing guard at the gate, he had a big nose, I called him "Policeman Big Nose", I didn't know him at that time, he came up to me and asked me what my name was. I told him and he said:

It seems to have your letter. Then I received the letter, opened it, and it was written by a stranger. The letter said that he had seen my essay in the newspaper "Essay", thought it was well written, and wanted to make a pen pal with me.

At that moment, I was stunned: could it be that my composition was really published? I waited anxiously for a few more days with doubts, and sure enough, the ministry sent me four copies of the first issue of the "Composition Newspaper" in 2003, and the second edition contained my essay, the title of which was in large font, and the ...... "The Pain and Joy of Duty Students" was written in a light gray box backgroundShao Junzi, the text is set off with a green oval background.

The whole length is so dazzling and so significant. At that time, my heart was not to eat honey, but to fly into the sky, like a little bird, with the joy of success, happily and freely flying into the blue sky. What I heard was not my own smug laughter, but the congratulations and admiration of my classmates.

I finally regained my confidence and started writing happily again, continuing the school magazine "Coconut Grove" that I founded. At the same time, the teacher proposed that we set up a literary club - Coconut Grove Literature Club, and the president is - me! I was so excited that I couldn't help but smile despite the envious eyes of my classmates, and the smile was natural and innocent, without a bit of luck.

When I think back to that past, I always feel like a myth, so fast, so unforgettable. I really didn't expect that curious submission would make me suddenly change from an average essay student to a well-known "great writer" in my class.