Sorrow for You Essay 600 words, junior high school level, urgent

The cloisonné sky paints the towering sycamores with large leaves, and the crescent moon is like a golden boat moored among the sparse branches. The stars, suspected to be small white flowers, spilled out from between the angel's fingers, and solidified into the sky like jewels. But they still flickered, emitting a glittering light, and from the icy sky, their clear fragrance fell like a silent snowbolt.

The Milky Way is diagonally horizontal. Is there also isolation in heavenly love? The spirit magpie of the black feather is blessed, and every year he builds a bridge for the lovesick cow girl to meet once.

What about her nostalgia, like a lost bird drifting in this sea of sighing nights, or a kind of memory, or a kind of hope, like a red silk tangled between her toes, her light wings growing heavy with fatigue, and not a green island in sight: can you not be tired of this vast and hopeless journey?

Her head hung limply again.

As if she wanted to be supported, her plain white hand touched the stone gan. A small snake as cold as a slender brown snake crawled from her fingertips into the depths of her heart, slowly curling up in a circle, and its thin tail trembled as if it had been given a warm resting place. At the bottom of the stairs, a sycamore leaf fell quietly, her shoulders swayed slightly, and the corners of her clothes made a cold soft sound against the dry stone ridges, wondering if her soul had fallen into the darkness so silently.

Her hands dreamily stroked her sideburns. So, the sour and bitter heat that lingered in my heart rose, and the big tears slipped from my eyes to the tips of my beautiful eyelashes, condensed into exquisite grains, round and bright, like white dew on the grass, and fell quietly and irretrievably without the shaking of ......the breeze

At the foot of the stairs, which were covered with green moss and there were no masonry marks, begonias grew. The two petals are round and bulging like wine between the cheeks of roses, the two petals are long and stretched out like envious insects flying wings, the leaves are green, the back is red, with fluffy light hairs, and the vermilion stem slanted out from under the stone trunk, like a sweet story of antiquity.

Only. There is only one bright moon.

Accompany me into the breeze.

In a deep dream.

First of all, determine who "you" are?

Second, what is it that determines sorrow?

You can write a letter to yourself in your parental tone. Because your parents have been grieving for you since you were born. For example:

Will the child grow up healthy? What should I do if my child is naughty and doesn't study well? How to enlighten him if he is unhappy after failing the exam.

I believe that you can also feel the sorrow of your parents' strong love in your daily life. Try writing it down and taking it to heart.

Writing about some Chinese intangible cultural heritage, such as Huai opera, shadow puppetry, etc., have been replaced by fashion trends, because of this, so sad.

Seven Incredible Events on Japanese Campuses.

Evidence of ghosts in the world (1) In the United States, scientists have done an experiment.

They found a man and hypnotized him, and he was able to tell him what he was like in his past life and what he was like in this life.

2) A friend of mine died in such a tragic way.

She was bored at home and used her own home** to dial her own home**, and after many times she finally dialed, she heard a hollow sound, like an echo valley and the sound of water droplets. She disappeared the next day, and three days later the police found my friend's body by a pool in Echo Valley.

3) One night I was going home with my friend after dinner at twelve o'clock, passing by a place with a grave, and my friend was scared. As a result, the next morning he was in high spirits, and often said these words: Someone has crawled out of the grave. They were laughing. They are bleeding.

4) There was a power outage in my house one night, and it turned out that there were only white candles to look for and sleep, and I looked in the mirror behind the bedside to sleep, but that day I felt tightness in my chest, I couldn't breathe, and I looked over and over as if I was pressed by something, and after looking in the mirror, I found that I was carrying my grandmother's bag! I obviously didn't carry it!

The whole lake turned red (it was blood), and a hand was stretched out from the lake, and the girl's feet were grabbed, and she was pulled into the lake, and then, 100 kilometers away from the forest, the girl's body and clothes were found, but her head was missing, and the people opened her backpack and were frightened, and the bag was her head, and her expression was very painful, and the people who found her had abandoned her body in the forest, and then left, and since then, no one has dared to go to that forest.

If you read this post, please reply immediately, reply to "Bodhisattva bless", and then post this in three copies, if you don't send it, that hand will reach out when you take a bath, and you will end up the same as that girl! Be sure that everything is true.

Don't be a puppet, even if you are forced to be helpless Bodhisattva blessed.

At the age of twelve, I entered my final year of primary school, and although I still have eight months left, my classmates have already left messages on the classmate directory. In a few months, the students will go their separate ways, and how many opportunities will there be for the students to meet each other? The tension of studying and the sorrow of parting made me upset.

During this time, every night, before going to bed, I couldn't help but recall interesting things that happened with my classmates. At this time, the corners of the mouth involuntarily rose up. After the happiness, a feeling of loneliness came over me.

Although as the saying goes, "There is no feast in the world, and separation does not have to be too sad." But after six years of getting along, they have developed an indescribably deep friendship with each other.

I was numb to parting, I felt like a wooden man, without any feelings, and I would not express my feelings in my heart. Am I really a wooden man? I kept asking myself.

But I knew in my heart that I wasn't becoming a wooden man, I was escaping reality. I don't want to face the sadness of parting in a few months, I don't even want to face the fact that I only have a few months left to be friends with my classmates, I really want to think that time will always stay in the happy moments between me and my classmates. I don't want the past, I don't want the future, I just want time to stay in the here and now.

On the road of life, it is inevitable that there will be some troubles, the most troublesome thing for me is that I often fail to meet my expectations, it is very likely that I will not be able to complete my dreams, maybe this is a test for me, I must break through, people's life is not smooth sailing, people who can overcome their weaknesses can move towards the road to success.

At home, I'm often compared, and I'm always the one who loses. Sometimes I would hide in the quilt and cry, and sometimes I would complain to my friends, but my mother always told me that complaining would not make things better, it would only make my thoughts more pessimistic; And crying is also a kind of pressure relief, but after crying, you must wipe away your tears and continue to move forward, you can be angry, but you must be angry. If others think I can't do it, I'm going to prove it to them, turn my grief and anger into strength, and find my own dreams.

Those who give up will not win, the winner will never give up, if you want to change your fate, you have to start from now, maybe the process is very difficult, but if you have the courage to try, you will find that the world is infinitely wide.

A person's life can be ordinary, or it can be wonderful and fulfilling, and this life is created by oneself. I have to fulfill my dreams and not let myself be troubled, although my actions may not be successful, but I will never succeed if I sit still, I hope I can do it, and I don't let it become empty talk.

I need to solve my problems, not eliminate them, I need to learn how to use my time wisely. Time is fleeting, I must first enrich the connotation, in the process of hard work, although there will be some setbacks, but failure is not far from success, with a goal is very good, but also work hard to move forward. There is no more pitiful person in the world than having a pair of eyes, but no vision, I will definitely practice, solve my troubles, and create my own story.