I found out how to write an essay, and I found out how to write an essay

The rain was still coming down, hitting the roofs, hitting the leaves, and the tiles and green leaves were shining like a small mirror.

The road was wet, and I was standing alone under a big tree. The rain ran down my hair and down my cheeks and slowly fell down my chin. From time to time, pedestrians walked by on the road, but no one paid attention to me, and they didn't pay attention to me who didn't bring rain gear.

I felt unusually cold, and any word of concern that I said at this time would bring me a hint of warmth. The wet pavement was like a magical mirror, and I saw my former self ......

It was also a rainy day, and it was also a sudden rain, and I rushed home with an umbrella, and the pedestrians hurried past me. I saw a figure, getting closer, an old man who was not very well-dressed, with one trouser leg rolled up high. I could tell he needed help.

But I hesitated, it was raining, I wanted to go home, and I didn't want to help this person who had no relatives with me. I froze beside him for a few seconds and walked away, but his weather-beaten face showed no accusations or criticism, only a smile of understanding. And my heart shrank even tighter because of it.

I feel deeply guilty about him.

I still stood under the tree, and now I think back to myself, and I feel that the rain today should have been worthwhile, and at least my mind cleared up a little, and I found myself in his forgiving smile.

Come on, kids, don't get wet. I subconsciously turned around, another smile, and another wrinkled face. A drop of rain wet my eyelashes, and I felt as if I saw him again.

The man standing in front of me was also an old man dressed plainly. I found kindness and warmth in his face. "I'll send you back!

A deep voice. I silently followed him, and I saw his smile from time to time, which also comforted my soul. In him, I seem to have found myself, too.

The wet ground reflected me and him, and the pavement seemed to become a mirror again, and I found him and myself.

It has been said that others are like a mirror, and from others, we can find ourselves. Yes, I found it.

From two people, two mirrors, I found myself, found two true selves, and at the same time I also found the gap with the old man, this distance seems to be out of reach, and it seems that there is only one step away.

Once, I was a sunny, lively and cheerful boy, with a smile on my face all the time, and I let my teeth bask in the sun every day, so I was confident and happy.

However, after entering the first year of junior high school, in the face of the increasing burden of studying, I secretly told myself from the bottom of my heart that I wanted to get a satisfactory result, but the result often backfired, and I once confidently told myself: "It's okay, it's just an accident." However, after many "accidents", my dreams became cold and I lost confidence in myself.

The wind instigated the dead leaves to fall, and my self-confidence also fell, and I hovered among the fallen leaves, connecting myself with pessimism. I felt like I was on the edge of the glorious seasons, and there was darkness all around, and I felt so lonely and indifferent. So I locked myself up tightly, hid myself, and cocooned myself like a silkworm, and over time, I forgot what self-confidence looked like, and self-confidence became a stranger to me.

One bright spring morning, by chance, I found a ray of sunshine jumping on the table, and an indescribable surprise and emotion rose in my heart, as if the ray of sunshine had been shining all the way to the atrium. The warmth flowed all over my body at once, and I hadn't seen the sun so cute for a long time! I fused myself with the spirit of the sun, singing and dancing together, the corners of my mouth slightly raised, and my smile was flying.

A classmate came over with a problem and asked me to help solve it. Somehow, I didn't refuse, and after a long time, I finally solved the question. The classmate gave a thumbs up and said, "You're awesome!" ”

It seems like it's been a long time since I've heard something like this, and I tell myself, "You can do it!" "Look up, the sky is bluer, and the clouds are whiter; Looking down, the grass is greener, the flowers are more colorful, and in the gestures, I found that feeling of déjà vu again, is it confidence?

I don't know, keep the question mark swirling in my head.

Stupid!!! I'll show you a**:

Ha ha!!! Hee-hee!!-hee

Write that you are an orphan who eventually found your parents with the birthmarks on your body, and the birthmarks on the three of you together are a pattern that contains a huge secret ......

I discovered the secret of the puppy.

Today, I discovered the secret of the puppy at home. Hey? What secrets can puppies use? Let's take a look.

I found that every summer, I came home from school and sat on the couch to rest. Whenever I turned on the fan, the puppy would immediately run up to me and block out all my wind, so I couldn't blow any wind at all. I said angrily:

Little villain, how dare you stand in my way? With that, I took the puppy behind me. As a result, as soon as I put him down, it immediately ran in front of me again, I didn't care about it, I thought, didn't the teacher tell us to observe a thing today?

I can just keep an eye on my puppy, huh? So I took a closer look.

I found that puppies like to stick their tongues out in front of fans, and there is a lot of saliva on their tongues. I thought to myself: Is the puppy hot too? But where is its sweat? It's strange, I'm particularly puzzled and curious.

I found the book "100,000 Whys" to give me the answer, the book says that the sweat glands of puppies grow on the tongue, so the "saliva" on the puppy's tongue is not really saliva, but the sweat of the puppy! I understood a new truth, and I felt that I had gained new knowledge.

Through today's series of discoveries, I know that puppies' sweat glands grow on the tongue, not on the feet. In fact, as long as we observe carefully, we encounter problems that we don't understand. If you are good at reading books, you can find a lot of knowledge that you have not learned, and you will benefit a lot.

I found joy.

I can write my own questions, but I came up with them after thinking about it, and I was very happy.

Does this also need to be asked? What I have experienced, I have found.

I'm looking for ideals.

If you don't have ideals in life, you will lose your way in life. Ideals are the beacon of life navigation, without it, our lives would be confused.

When I was in fifth grade, my teacher praised an essay I had written in class. After that commendation, I couldn't stop talking. At the same time, the lofty ideal of becoming a writer germinated in my heart.

At that time, I simply thought that if I wrote well and could be praised by my teacher, I would be a writer! However, gradually I learned that I realized that I was naïve.

Although I do not deny that the ideals that were so hastily set up at that time were wrong, at least I now realize more that a good writer does not really need much praise, but can make people wake up after reading his writings, those who make mistakes can feel fulfilled, and those who are bored can find pleasure.

If I could become a writer in the future, I would write about every bit of life so that people could find the joy of life. I know it's not easy to be a writer. I like to write essays, but I can't control words, and I always have to tear up articles that have been changed several times often, but I have never been discouraged because I firmly believed:

I'll write better next time! In the future, I will use my pen to write my wonderful life. Therefore, I will not give up my dream of being a writer.

Krylov once said: "Reality is this bank, the ideal is the other bank, there is a turbulent river in between, and action is a bridge built on the river. "So, I have to learn to observe life, study hard, and lay a good foundation.

Although I know that this dream of being a writer may not be realized, I have no regrets, at least I have tried, and the ideal of being a writer will guide me in the course.

Waiting is a desire. On the wooden bridge, an old couple supported each other, sat on the threshold, looked at the sunset, and slowly walked from the opposite side, watching them lean on their cheeks, swallowing the saliva that flowed out, and the harmony of anxiety and harmony, I waited happily and anxiously at the entrance of the village, waiting for my father to take them from the market; Quietly wandering around his girlfriend's return pastry, longing for his father to come back soon; Seeing other downstairs, I glanced at the familiar window, the insiders put on new clothes, went home and said to my mother, my mother's busy figure smiled out of the window from time to time, and agreed, saying that when the pig was sold, she would buy it for me, and she was very sweet in her heart, waiting for her girlfriend to go downstairs was waiting for her mother to fulfill her promise, looking forward to coming to the bar; The piglets, who were anxiously pacing back and forth in the hospital, were about to grow up; My sister put on the bright porch, and listened attentively to the red scarf coming from the door, I was so envious, my sister said, hurry up and make a long voice, thinking that I will be a father, very fortunate and big, join the Young Pioneers, there is such a beautiful red blessing, waiting for the mother and son to come out safely ......The scarf is up, so it's a helplessness to wait for yourself for a long time. Big, longing to bring that bright red scarf; The college entrance examination family has an urgent matter, the pager rings non-stop, such as sitting failed, regretful, so, step up the needle felt to rush back, but just met the annoying Xi, waiting for next year's college entrance examination is coming, eager to traffic jams, between stop-and-go, random guessing to meet the challenge again, become a lucky ......The severity of the situation, waiting for the traffic to be quickly evacuated is a kind of beauty.

Open; On Chinese New Year's Eve, the tickets have been sold out, looking at the year to get the notice, about to go to the last train in the long-awaited slowly start, thinking about the home school to study, overjoyed, all day long pulling in the reunion table left only one empty seat', waiting for the finger to calculate, waiting for the day of the long journey to come; Wait for next year's train to come; My grandmother was sick and rode to the intersection, and the three or five children were seriously in danger, anxiously running around various departments, drawing, and when they saw me, they said, "Uncle, you wait for a doctor to come and go, only wait, wait for the next day, okay?" We'll be able to draw it right away.

Watching the miracle happen, waiting for the doctor to rejuvenate the wonderful hand, with that sincere little face, I smiled and could bring the dead back to life......nodded, waiting for them to finish their work; Waiting alone is longing, beauty, and helplessness.

Together! At home! It's so much about my curiosity!

I can't afford to live at home! At home! At home!

It's good to be together? To be together is to be happy