Write an essay! Title: I ve Lost My Beloved.

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This person thinks it's better: I lost my beloved thing - my mother's gift (you can write that the gift is a watch given by your mother on your birthday, and tell me that I gave you a watch so that you can cherish time with you, and don't forget that every minute and second is hard-won) and then you can write it yourself!! Come on, I believe in you.

I can write that I am a boy who loves to whistle, and I am very cheerful in school, but unfortunately this hobby was discovered by the teacher, and after persuasion, I agreed to whistle when I agreed not to study anymore, but one night I came and looked at my perfect test papers, and the smiling faces of my parents, but I still felt that I wanted to whistle, but I found that I couldn't.

You can write that you have just stepped into a huge university from a high school student who is ignorant, and you feel a little dazed. In the face of new challenges, new classmates, new environment, and new interpersonal relationships, I began to feel timid, and I lost the bold words I used to speak when I graduated from high school and the determination to overcome all difficulties! If you write like this, you need to be able to turn and turn, otherwise it will be easy to go off-topic!

I'm going to work now, if I don't go to work, I'll just write it to you! Think for yourself, so many people give you tips!

In our ordinary daily life, we will inevitably come into contact with composition, which is a way for people to express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in their memories in written form. I believe that writing essays is a headache for many people, and the following is an essay on the loss of beloved things that I have compiled for you for your reference, I hope it can help friends in need!

Last time I wore a very beautiful little hairpin, this little hairpin was given to me by my mother, and I lost my beloved thing. It is in the shape of a small rabbit. The little rabbit was wearing a yellow scarf, and the little rabbit seemed to be picking fruit from a tree.

I took the hairpin to school, put it on my head, and went to play with my classmates. I'm so happy to play with this classmate for a while, and I'm so happy to play with that classmate for a while! Then I suddenly thought, "If this hairpin is loose and I fall off while walking, someone else will pick it up......I didn't dare to forget it, and I was scared.

I quickly took off the hairpin and put it in the bag of my school bag, "It's safe this time!" "I'm so happy when I think about it, and I'm relieved to go play. After a few minutes, I returned to the classroom sweating profusely and the first thing I did was look at the hairpin.

Yikes! I almost screamed, the hairpin was gone! I went through the pencil case first, and no.

I went through my bag again, but it still didn't, I was completely desperate, and I regretted it so much.

Then I suddenly thought, "Isn't it just right that my classmates in front and behind are not playing, I can ask them." Thinking of this, I asked them with the last shred of hope.

I asked the classmate in front of me first, and he said, "I don't see anyone coming here." "Hopes of finding the whereabouts of the card from him are shattered.

I asked the classmate behind me in a desperate voice, because I knew that it would be difficult to get news from him, and if the classmate in front didn't see it, then there was little hope for him to see, and my palms were oozing sweat, waiting for him. But like his classmates before me, just when I was really desperate, he said, "Maybe you're mistaken, right?"

My mind flashed "yes, maybe that's true!" I muttered to myself, and I hurriedly bent down, yah!

The hairpin lay quietly on the ground. I immediately picked up the hairpin and held it tightly in my hand. I finally breathed a sigh of relief.