How to Write My Promise Essay Rush 10

1. That's my promise.

2. The text That year, that day, that time, that promise.

When I was young, I was confused, I was rebellious when I was young, and I regretted my mistakes when I was young. When I was young, I sat in front of the window with you, who had experienced the wind and rain, and the cold moon wheel sprinkled a bright light, so I made a promise to you.

The sky before the storm was always gray, and the distant clouds were pressing down. It's like my long-suppressed emotion. This time I had a big fight with you again.

I rushed out of the door in a moment of anger, planning a "good plan" to run away from home, anyway, every time you say that I don't just talk, then I will definitely do it this time. But then I didn't do it.

As I walked down the street, I was treated by loneliness, bathed by the rain, and alone in the attic near my home, when it was getting dark, and the cold wind was blowing slowly, and I couldn't help but shiver. I don't know if the wetness on my face is tears or water, are you really not coming to me this time? Do you really want me?

It's obviously not my fault this time......

I don't know how long it has been, the shouts are getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer, you actually took so long to find me, do you know how much I longed for your arrival? However, it was a little late, I hid again, looking at you outside through a small gap, you called the neighbors to help find me, your eager figure shuttled everywhere looking for me, stepping on puddles, trouser legs were already soaked, but in the end you didn't find me. Your haggard face was already a little pale, and suddenly droplets of water ran down your cheeks, dripping on the ground, dripping on my heart, and this was the first time you shed tears in front of me.

After all, I couldn't help it, and walked out of the darkness and walked in front of you, and I turned my face to the side, because I didn't dare to look directly at you. You choked up and told me to kneel, I listened obediently, but before I knelt down, you had already hugged me into your arms, you hugged me tightly, I said okay not to cry, but the tears came out of my eyes again uselessly.

Under the moonlit night, the sky is a little empty, in front of the window, you hold my hand, the moonlight is shining with moonlight, I silently made a promise in my heart, I will not let you worry anymore, this kind of "good plan" I will definitely not be planning, your tears will never flow again.

On the long road of scattered memories, after failing to fulfill our promises again and again, we have learned not to make vows easily, for fear that we will inadvertently hurt others, and more like a shell, we are afraid that our soft hearts will be worn out of blood by the sand grains again. And then we become mature, or rather, cautious, sad, ......

The first time I heard the song, called "The Promise," was on a lonely evening listening to the radio in front of a window. The crooked crescent moon draws the sorrow out of the window, so long, long. The background of the story on the radio** flooded into my world at once and occupied my whole heart.

At that time, I didn't know the name of that melody, so it took me several days to find almost all the **nets, listen to all the light**, and finally found it - "Promise". It's like wandering in a dark labyrinth and suddenly embracing the light, the name brings not only joy, but also inexplicable emotion and tears. Because there is no longer a word that can so perfectly interpret this melody, these vows in memory.

The word promise is very important abroad, and it must not be too trivial to write about it, it is a little more significant, and it is more serious! ~