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The sun was setting, and the night was gradually falling, and there was silence all around. Hungry, although he was already exhausted, he still had to drag a pair of heavy legs and move forward with difficulty in the direction of ...... home

The night gradually shrouded, the light seemed so abrupt, the warm yellow light seemed so luxurious at this moment, wrapped tightly in the thin clothes, it looked so bleak in the cold wind. The feeling of cold fills the whole body, and even a trace of warmth is not given? A sigh, a sigh of the indifference of the world, a sigh of the disgusting faces of the group of people today, a sigh of this dirty world, a sigh of the ugliness of this world, a sigh of this chilling world.

The coldness in my heart seems to be colder than the coldness in my body.

Walking on this muddy path, the stones on the road tripped and fell from time to time, and fell so pitifully, the mud stuck to his face, his knees were broken, and the red blood flowed out, what a pitiful fall! What a mess! In the darkness, the swaying grass seemed to be laughing at itself, laughing at itself for being so embarrassed!

So pitiful! It was so quiet that no one could lift him up because they were too busy! They have their own things to do and no one will help you!

He laughed and laughed and laughed, but he cried, tears mixed with laughter, echoing in this night, tears flowing to his mouth, salty. He wiped away his tears absently and walked firmly into the distance, what is this little injury? It's just some sesame pain on the road!

In the cold wind, walking hard, he was already hungry, and a burst of emptiness in his stomach made him feel that this road was so long, and some of the wounds on his body had scabbed, and some of them were exposed to the cold wind. He suddenly felt that it was so difficult to walk this way, and it seemed that when he arrived at home, it was a relief.

A pair of hands suddenly stretched out, with food in his hands, in front of him was a girl with a delicate face, when looking at him, there seemed to be some pity and pity in his eyes, he looked at the hand blankly, the girl said timidly: "I, I see that you seem to be very hungry, so I took some food from home for you, don't worry, I am not a bad person, you eat!" The girl handed him the food with both hands, he was stunned, looked at the expectation and compassion in the girl's eyes, took the food, took a big gulp, and ate the food in his hand in an instant, the girl looked at him, showed a smile, and said:

There seems to be a wound on your foot, there is some gauze and disinfectant here, you take it, wash the wound well, don't get infected. I have to go back, goodbye. The girl suddenly stuffed him with something, and then ran back to the house not far away, long after the girl left, he was still standing there, standing for a long time, he suddenly looked up at the starry sky, looking at the most dazzling star, the coldness in his heart seemed to be replaced by a trace of warmth, it turned out that there was always a most twinkling star in the darkest sky, it turned out that in this chaotic world, I could always see some beauty.

It turns out that in this world, not everything is so ugly, and there is a trace of beauty.

He continued to walk forward, some of the fatigue was relieved, and although it was still so cold, the heart was not so cold, it was warm ......

He wrapped up his clothes and walked out into the night.

2013 Sichuan Yibin High School Entrance Examination Essay Sample: The taste of growing up is that many of the innocence and beauty of childhood have passed and will not come back. - InscriptionWhen I was still sleeping in the cradle, my mother sat on the edge of my bed and told me fairy tales.

I didn't understand, I just looked at the dreamy light in my mother's gentle eyes, and seemed to understand something. Later, my mother no longer told me fairy tales, but in the warm orange light, I opened the fairy tale book by myself, thinking about the story of the princess and the prince, and I began to love beauty, and writhed around in the living room in my mother's high heels, and my mother just smiled shallowly, and did not say anything, and let me go. However, human personality always changes over time.

A few years later, I went to kindergarten. At that time, the craze for Barbie dolls hit us girls who love dolls one after another. Seeing that children of the same age all had a set of Barbie dolls, my envy slowly turned into jealousy, and I dragged my mother to the mall to buy them.

My mother did not agree to my unreasonable request, and on that day, I covered my head with a quilt and cried for a long time. I didn't give up and every time I saw Barbie, I would stay there. The salesman relented:

You see, if your child likes it so much, buy her a set! Mom still refused: "I'm used to her this time, and it's not lawless in the future!"

Then, he dragged me away. When I got home, I was beaten by my mother for the first time. Later, I didn't dare to ask my mother for Barbie anymore, I just looked at Barbie pitifully and almost shed tears several times.

The wheel of time keeps turning, and years have passed. One day, I accompanied my mother shopping, it was already evening, and the colorful lights illuminated the noisy crowd. At the same time, in the same place, the scene from my childhood reappeared again.

A little girl lies on the shop window, looking at the Barbie dolls in the window. A crisp voice surrounded my ears: "Mom, my classmates all have Barbie dolls, and I want them so much."

A woman next to her said dryly, "No." The salesman said to the woman

You see, if your child likes it so much, buy her a set! The woman was enraged: "This time I am used to her, and it will not be lawless in the future!"

With that, he took the little girl away. The little girl turned around in three steps, and crystal tears fell to the ground. I look back and see that the Barbie shop is still there, but I'm never as interested in it as I was when I was a kid.

just pulled my mother and walked indifferently, and I won't look back. Perhaps, I walked not only through the store, but also through my childhood, and a lot of innocence and beauty, and those who, like me now, will never look back. Many people say that the taste of growing up is sweet.

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