Title: A Real Me Essay on the Second Year of Junior High School 600 Words!! Kneel and beg urgently,

Ever asked yourself one day, what do you really like? I'm afraid it's also laughing at myself, I like all the people I like.

Including classmates, including animated characters. Some people laugh at me for being a nymphomaniac. I'm an idiot.

You can go crazy. It can be dark. But the only constant is what I write in my mantra, "I am who I am."

It's me. So why say "I am who I am"? It may be the fear of forgetting the most important self in liking others.

What is the concept of forgetting? Did you forget something? I'm afraid of forgetting. Fear of forgetting my most important deceased and living people. I hope to forget. Forget my most important deceased and living people.

So I finally realized that people will have such a thing as "sadness". Although it is not as good as Lin Daiyu, it still has a little bit. Especially girls, when they think of something occasionally, sadness will swell up in their hearts, not the violent impact of the roller coaster, nor the infinite grievances when they are criticized.

You may not be able to taste it with tears streaming down your face, but it exists. Nothingness, what is replaced, maybe, can also disappear.

The sound of rain sighs. Some people say it's sad. Actually, no, maybe the person who said it was to write a good article and get everyone's support, but the rain is not sad, in my dictionary, the explanation of rain is "happy story".

I'm also a little girl. It's not a special woman. It was as if sensibility was a trace of my existence, a trace of mesmality.

I still don't know how to write scenes, I'm still myself. Even if I desert in class and say that I am the most important person in Fai, I am still myself. I'm not going to be anyone.

Even if I want to change my personality occasionally, my nature is hard to change, and I can't pretend to be a very chic girl. I just silently waited for someone else to come and find my tracks.

It may be difficult to find the person you are looking for, and even if you do, there are many bones in the egg.

Scold. I don't really pursue anything. But I also don't want to be on the lookout for people all the time. Even if it's a joke of a die-hard friend, I don't want to go too far, I want to debunk it. Maybe that's how it is.

I'm also not a big believer in horoscopes. For example, I am actually a Taurus, and I am actually the junction of Aries and Taurus. This is what I am looking for.

Beware of everyone, including parents, including myself. I will also savor every word that everyone says, think about what they mean, and regret that I shouldn't have said it.

But I'm tired.

Even if I be a fool in the next life, I don't want to be so deadlocked. Do I have a scheming? No, I'm in human instinct.

Are you going to have everyone write a good call? Just go, this kind of thing.

Naughty and mischievous, timid as a mouse, but always like to play tricks on other people's personalities, they have become a me, a real me. Standing on the edge of the sea, I saw the colorful shells, carefully picked one up, and in an instant, a mischievous me appeared in my mind. One day, my mother was stir-frying, I was on the side, I had nothing to do, thinking about how to pass the boring time, suddenly had an idea, came up with a peerless plan, I quietly slipped back to the room, picked up the mobile phone from the table and pulled up the home**, saw my mother come out to pick up **, I thought, the opportunity came, I quickly slipped back to the kitchen, put a spoonful of sugar as salt into the dish, and then clumsily turned the dish over.

When my mother came back, her face was full of questions, but she didn't know what I had done, and put a spoonful of salt in the dish, and I smiled smugly. While eating, Dad tasted it and frowned and screamed, "Oops!

What kind of dish is this, how salty and sweet. "Then they looked at me who was mischievous, but I had already stepped on the watermelon rind – and I was gone. Slowly spelling out the fragments of memory, a timid but playful me appeared on the screen, saying that I was cowardly, which was not false at all, I didn't dare to be home alone, otherwise I wouldn't have been given a name by others - coward.

It's not bad, if I'm home alone, I'm sure I'm scared of the hell, but I'm a timid person who likes to play tricks on people. made others cry and laugh, and I laughed happily. If you don't believe me, read on.

One day, after a while of class, I mysteriously walked up to Little A and said, "Hmm! Little A, the head teacher is looking for you.

Xiao A is also a veritable coward, he was so frightened when he heard that the head teacher was invited, but the teacher's fate was difficult to disobey, he could only drag heavy steps out of the classroom and see the sad face. I couldn't help laughing, and when Xiao A saw my smug look, he knew that he had been tricked, which made him worry about a .........Students, this is me, a naughty me, a timid but love to play tricks on others!

In fact, I think that a person may live a very happy life, or he may live a very tired life, but I think for me, as long as I live a full life, it is my greatest happiness. "Real life" and "real emotions" are colorful, there is love, there is joy, there is trust and loss, there is sweetness and sadness. I once heard such a saying:

A person is happy, not because he has more, but because he cares less." I think this sentence makes a lot of sense when I think it makes sense, but I think it's really not easy to say that I care less, and it's really not easy to defend my own "truth"!

I think as long as I feel that it is worth it, it is worth paying a sincere and truthful account, then I must face it bravely. Defend your own true feelings! No matter what you get in exchange, you have no regrets, because you have worked hard!

Children, essays should be written with their own real emotions, don't run to the Internet to seek answers if you have questions, and don't give yourself the opportunity to rely on others! Use your brains well, and I wish you to write your own truth!

This needs to be written by one's own experience, everyone is different, or one's own true feelings to write wonderful.