An essay on the topic of Hold Your Hand .

The Seven Strange Sights That the World Can't Explain 1Those who light candles at 2:32 p.m. will see the tragic death of a witch in the 18th century. 2。

If your nails are painted with a layer of black, a layer of white, and a layer of red still intact, someone will confess to you. 3.Peeling apples at 4:38 p.m., if the peel of the apple breaks, 96 hours of inexplicable death.

If you look in the mirror, you will see your past life and how you died. 5.The girl who wears black clothes and doesn't comb her hair at night has no shadow 6

Turn this sticker to more than 5 stickers, and you won't be haunted by the devil and get a wish. 7.If you don't reply to the post, you will be punished by the British devil.

In addition to the specific description of someone's hand, the relationship and feelings between the two people are highlighted in the concrete expression of the intersection with someone's heart, which is the sublimation theme.

On a cold autumn night, the gray-blue-gray-blue night sky is dotted with stars, the bright moon is sprinkled with light, and the rare white clouds are gradually blown away by the wind.

The quiet night can always pluck people's heartstrings, and the dance music rippling in your heart is mostly your figure, and then, at the end of the song, people disperse.

The memories of junior high school are always beautiful. Because of you, my junior high school life is like a flower, and the sea of pure fragrant flowers is the most intoxicating.

At that time, we always liked to be together: to talk together, to play together. The same size, the same thoughts, the same smile. The playground is our paradise, the air is filled with our breath, and we carry a lot of joy.

When we were in the second year of junior high school, we agreed that we would study in the same class, study together, and sit together. I remember all of this. Perhaps, it was the misalignment of fate, I was placed in class 6, and you were in class 5, we were separated by a heavy wall, each holding each other's fruits.

Time is constantly changing, and people are constantly changing. In just half a semester, what separates us is no longer just a thick wall. When strangeness replaces space, and meeting is just a "polite" greeting, the sky above us is no longer a beating note, but a viscous coagulant that binds the air together.

It is your table mate who is talking hand in hand with you, and I, who was also that girl, at this moment, really want to tell you out loud: I want to hold your hand again, look through our yesterday together, and walk on the road that originally belonged to us.

In the second year of junior high school, we laughed, cried, warmed each other in the corner, and snuggled up to each other. Although we are still "friends", we can no longer grasp the feelings of yesterday.

The autumn breeze mixed with the cold air caresses the scattered points of light in the night sky, and the clean bright moon gradually fades.