A high school essay on the topic of Tangled . Eight hundred words, hurry!!

Dude, I was about to write this, too.

I'm also struggling

Tangled. Today must be a day of entanglement, the teacher assigned me this essay entitled Tangled, and now I am very entangled, should I write an account or write lyrical?

Well, just write an account! I'll write about it today.

In the morning, I closed my eyes, but I was actually awake, but did I open my eyes or not? I think. Forget it, let's open our eyes. But do you want to get out of bed? ......

…Write that you are eating, sleeping, etc., thinking about "Do you want to do this?" today. "In this way, before noon, there will be at least 10,000 words or so) ......

It's a big deal today!

Come to an end. Well, actually, I'm just here to entertain the masses =

If you really want to give it to the teacher, just tell us how you feel now, or how you feel when you receive the question.

I'm very entangled in the fact that gods and demons have such a topic.

Hehe, tangled is equivalent to contradiction. It shouldn't be difficult to write. Because there are often things that make people very tangled in life, write about it simply. It's okay to publish yourself and dare to think.。。

On the bus, an old woman got on the bus You hurriedly gave her a seat, but the old woman pulled out a little guy from behind in a dashing manner and said; "Grandson, sit there. Your feelings are --- tangled.

It's a theme.

Write about what you want to do but you are forced to do, or what you don't want to do but you have to do, and then write about your feelings.

It can be written like this.

Why are you tangled?

Write down what happened and why.

Write at the end how you did it, etc.

The college entrance examination has just passed, and now it is time to take the small exam, and time seems to have flown by. Now that I am about to enter the sixth grade, which middle school will I choose? My heart is torn apart.

When I stood at the gate of the school, I saw anxious parents who had brought stools from the security room and sat there waiting for a long time in order to sign up for their children. In order to let my children be admitted to a good university, I didn't want to sit and wait under the tree, looking at this scene in front of me, my heart was very entangled, I don't know if it was me to choose, which school I would choose?

Parents in the 21st century are hoping that their children will be admitted to a good university and find a good job after graduation, but it is more difficult than imagined. Apply for a good middle school, but worry that you will not be able to pass the exam; When parents choose a poor school, they are afraid that their children's future will be bad. This time, the parents of a certain student in our class have already enrolled him in a middle school, let him give it a try, if he does well, he may be admitted, if he is not admitted, he should experience the atmosphere of the exam, and make a psychological preparation.

Nowadays, parents are pulling out seedlings like this, which makes me very entangled.

Seeing those who rush to make up classes after school, and go to such and such cram schools and interest classes on weekends, take up our own free time, make them dull and dull, and make them gradually tired of learning, is this the cultivation of talents in the 21st century? I'm struggling.

These are the current conditions, and I just look at them with a sense of urgency. I want to say to parents: we have our ideas and practices, and you always impose some adult thinking on us, we are too tired and too hard.

I think that with the passage of time and the change in the method of exams, we can get a good education no matter which school we go to, and I don't bother with it anymore.

Tangled, it has become a song.

It was a song, a song between us, and we had to let go of our ...... to the beat of sadnessInscription.

The breeze passes, and the flowers fall mercilessly.

I stroked the piano and watched the mountains and birds in front of me, the blue waves were sparkling, the lonely maple leaves were floating on the stream, reflecting the fiery red sky, revealing a faint sorrow all the time, the stream had no tears, and the ruler shirt only showed an inexplicable melancholy.

I'm the only one who sheds tears, the feelings in my heart are sent to the long piano, the strings are plucked, and the thoughts gradually surge in my heart, and suddenly the ups and downs are high, a song is mixed with thousands of flavors, and I am sad to put it away, the strings are cracked, and the broken strings of the piano can't play the sounds of nature, nor can I play sadness, and the only thing that disappears from the sky is tangled with all kinds of affection.

Teardrops poured down on the strings, emitting a mixture of annoyance that no one listened to, and only I sang silently, because every note was an engraved ...... of my heart's entanglement

It's better not to meet than not to see.

The only thing I've done wrong in my life is that I met you. On a miserable twilight night, you stand by the sea waiting for the return of your loved ones, but I quietly admire your beloved face. The moment I turned around, the relationship between you and me had already been engraved on the Sansheng Stone, we met on the beach, and gradually made an eternal promise on the seaside, no matter how the sea breeze blows, no matter how the waves wash, the oath that seems to have weathered for thousands of years, everything is as desired.

The wind and waves can't keep the wandering wanderer, I left quietly, and the waves took away a lot and scalloped shells, leaving nothing but reluctance and attachment ......to each other

Those who take care of it do not declare.

The three-year period, the long and boundless, returning to the hometown again, has long been a thing or a person, the old place is like a revisit, the full moon is more lonely, only love that eternal sea. We saw each other again, I was always so unsatisfied, and there was only confusion left in her eyes, maybe I only belonged to a hurried passer-by in her mind, as short as a passing cloud, I had to walk away silently, leaving my thoughts to myself, and the heartache was no longer worth mentioning......

Pausing doesn't count as giving up.

The fog was heavy, and the platform disappeared into the thick fog. The moonlight was hazy, and the ferry was lost. I finally glanced at it with deep affection, and the only concern in my heart was not your lack of affection, the world makes people, and I can't tell which is right and which is wrong.

I stepped on the ship back to the capital and disappeared under the dark sky, leaving behind memories, taking with me an inseparable entanglement, which finally turned into a cloud ......of smoke and rain

A year later, she was gone.

I heard from the villagers that two years ago, a high fever tormented her for three months, she was in bed and kept calling my name, for fear that she would forget me, forget the beauty she had, after three months, gradually she forgot everything, the only thing she remembered was the sea. She stood on the seashore all day long, looking at the endless shore, silently thinking something in her heart, saying that she was going to wait for someone, but she forgot his appearance and name.

Tangled, helpless, throwing the hail of Qinling in the valley, wanting to bury everything, but the ** box of memories is still rotating.

How do you stop?