Give an essay, the content is casual, the shorter the better

A splendid, wonderful solar term, millions of people hope to be similar to the Cowherd and Weaver Girl, meet on the Magpie Bridge on Qixi Festival, Xu Murong a flowering tree, in order to let it meet its most charming moment, for this, it has been prayed in front of the Buddha for five hundred years, compared to, we, there is humanity: "If the tree turns into a person, then maybe this poem will not be so good now, and it will be a household name." ”

In 2010, in the Kingdom of Realism, I once skipped a woman who wrote in the autograph, "The vow is just a joke", I have skipped it, we take what we need, I have skipped ,...Too much, too much.

Qixi Festival, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl struggled to find the opposite side of July 7.

And we, release, collect, I have been single-minded.

A year, two years, I thought it was a long time.

The past has turned into a bunch of silhouettes in front of the camera, warm and lonely fragments, but no one hears my heartbreak.

This world, love, has long been overflowing.

We must cherish every sincere love.

If you miss it, you won't be there.

True love is only once.

The ambiguous neon signs.

It should have been closed a long time ago.

In those years, we failed.

Recalling the waves of youth, rushing to the beach, quietly leaving their footprints, walking through the years of wind and snow, suddenly looking back, only to find that those ruined shells bloomed with the light of success ......

Maybe you don't have a dream yet, you firmly believe in the phrase "one point of hard work, one point of harvest", but just like a dying struggle, aimlessly fighting, your future is very confused, failure is surrounded by water, but success is rare, those years, we are the same, failure, has become synonymous with youth.

However, we finally woke up, the root of our dreams, from now on in our hearts, we set up a small boat, set sail, we carry the realization of dreams and failures, silently pray to God - in those years, we have failed, but now, we have realized that yes, failure is a stepping stone to success, there is no dark time, there must be no clear sky.

In those years, we have failed, and we have stayed in the place where the torrent swirls in fear, dizzy,—— but how brave we are, hand in hand, through one difficulty after another, because in this world, as long as there is a dream, there is no hurdle that cannot be overcome.

In those years, we failed, but behind the failure there were some unexpected successes, just confused, with hard work with hard hands struggle, hard work, trying to ......

Scold! The sky lives up to its wishes, it is those failures that have created endless beauty, we have achieved our dreams, and on the glorious road of life, we will never look back, and go farther and farther.

Those years of time, nostalgic, is the youth of the indescribable hazy, shrouded in the beach, we step by step, trekking through mountains and rivers, God finally with the color of success for us to build a bridge of wisdom, and those stranded on the beach, the faint color between the lines, through thousands of mountains and rivers, but also blooming brilliant smile ......

The weather has gotten a little colder in the last few days, and I have to wear that thick coat again, like a polar bear. I heard that the swine flu has become even worse, and many people have died abroad, so I am really afraid that the swine flu will infect me. Everyone wore masks, and I was no exception, but it was a pity for my handsome appearance.

Many people in the class had high fevers, and I don't know if it was a psychological reaction. Yesterday, I took the English test, it was so difficult, and many people in the class failed the test. I was still full of confidence, but my heart suddenly cooled down.

Conservative estimation of scores, although it's okay, but always not satisfied, after all, it doesn't count if you take the test, and it's important to win your opponent. I forgot to memorize the words last night, and I remembered that the teacher wanted a quiz in the morning, and when I was frightened in the morning, I got a word from the teacher: I won't quiz today.

I felt a burst of joy in my heart. However, the teacher said that there will be a small test next Monday, and the amount of test will be larger. Depressed.

In the morning physical education class, the teacher gave us boys a separate lesson, which exhausted us. What's even worse is Lin Hansen, who was punished by the teacher for doing push-ups because he said a word. It just so happened that the Chinese teacher passed by, and when he was happy, he added a push-up, a total of push-ups.

I have to take the Chinese and physics exams next week, and if I don't do well in the exam, the teacher will be crazy again, why are our students always so tired... Write whatever comes to mind, whatever you want.

Life is like a cup of tea, with a strong fragrance in the bitterness.

Life is like a piece of prose, poetic and sentimental.

Life is like a ray of starlight, illuminating reason in confusion.

The beauty of the eagle lies in fighting in the sky; The beauty of the impala lies in the soul of the cliff.

The beauty of weeds lies in breaking through the soil; The beauty of the lily lies in the blooming of the cliff.

The beauty of pine lies in the struggle for wind and rain; The beauty of Lamei lies in smiling at the ice and snow.

And the beauty of life lies in surpassing oneself. It lies in the struggle and unremitting pursuit again and again.

Not necessarily the storyline is the most important thing, but also your writing.

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