How to do my own essay on the first year of junior high school

I knew that day would come, I just didn't know it would come so soon.

We're just friends. Let's go back to the original us. How happy ...... then”

I don't even have the strength to smile bitterly.

Just looking at the letter I had dreamed of was the final statement.

Study hard! Study hard! Study hard! Study hard! Study hard!

I suddenly felt ridiculous, I had always believed that anything is possible without giving up. But at that moment, I realized that some things had to be given up, and I had to give up ...... for love

My friends said that I used to be a good student who was strong, didn't shed tears easily, and studied well. But I gave up, and now everyone says to me, "Child, study hard, and easily hide the "good" in front of "child".

I'm also asking myself, is it a good boy? Skipping class, going to an Internet café, drinking, not doing homework, not attending classes......I basically did what a good boy shouldn't do. Am I still the same strong cat?

I walked down the road, stopped, looked up at the sun, and then crouched down and covered my eyes with my hands that were a little wet. "Why are you crying? ”

I can look at everything in a daze, I have countless edges and corners on my body, I don't hurt others but I always stab myself, but I never thought to put it away.

I'm not a good boy. One of my classmates tried to describe me in one word, but he couldn't choose one of the egotistical, flamboyant, wild, uninhibited, stubborn, and sad.

I can't say it's a very passionate pursuit, but I also like Jay. Do you know why I like him? Because he's as lonely as I am.

At that moment, I understood. I lost myself for a long time. I've always been paying for others, not doing my best. Let it all end, let me find myself in the loneliness and loneliness.

Go back to what you said – a good cat who is strong and never cries easily.

I've always been a good boy, but once in a while, I accidentally became a bad boy!

In a city, there is a garden that is not very big or very small, and it is full of joy every day, but as the years go by, many things change.

One evening, the gardener went for a walk in the flower field, and was surprised to find that almost all the flowers and trees were depressed and lacking in life. The pine tree hated that he could not bear as much fruit as grapes, so he was depressed ......And in one corner of the garden, there is a small grass that blooms brilliantly in the setting sun. The gardener happily asked, "Why are you so small, but you can bloom in the sunset?"

Xiaocao smiled and said, "I'm not an oak tree, I'm not a pine tree, I'm just a little grass, so I'll try my best to bloom my flower and be myself happily." ”

When the gardener heard this, it dawned on him, yes! Be happy to be myself. So the gardener immediately said to the trees that were depressed and lifeless

Look at the grass in that corner, it is not as tall as you, it does not bear fruit, but it blooms brilliantly in the setting sun. Do you know why? The trees all spoke in unison

I don't know. The gardener said, "This is because you don't cherish your time well, you don't do your best to do your job, you don't complain all day long, nothing in the world is perfect, as long as you are happy to be yourself, it is enough."

The trees understood the reasoning when they heard this.

Since then, there are no flowers and trees in the garden, and there is no life. It was full of laughter and whispering ......

Oh, yes! We should all be happy to be ourselves!

There is nothing far away, only in opposition to one's own toes, it can be said to be far away.

Some things or adjectives cannot exist alone, so their existence is useless, from an illusory space, such as happiness and sadness, meticulousness and negligence, concrete and abstract, suspense and instantaneous, irreplaceable, never. Because their existence is valuable, they exist to measure the meaning of value.

It makes more sense to deepen the realm in comparison with each other, to perfect oneself, to deepen oneself and their own existence. If this is the case, it may be to tie one's life to meaning, as if it is a colorless filler. What about me? Not necessarily.

If it's a definition, it's worthless. It was right, but he took the wrong mistake on himself, and the mistake was this. Is it a little too cowardly?

No, because, when I do make mistakes, I dare to do it. Dan always gives me a proper excuse for my mistakes. So, I was replaced.

When I was a child, I could have been careless, and I don't know when, I was replaced with a false smile, a mechanical action, not that I was replaced, but that I was replaced! Groups of classmates, good friends, inseparable. The more friends, the more dazed you become.

Later, it came and went. Everyone has other friends, replace me--- I'm replaced! Waiting.

A gust of wind passed by me, passing me by, without even stopping for a second.

And so it has to go, somewhere else. A gust of wind that should have belonged to me, just like that, go somewhere else, the wind blows and there will be no turning back, I am replaced! Why do I keep getting replaced?

Perhaps, I am really inappropriate, maybe, nothing can be truly owned by me, once at a time, will not dwell for this.

Perhaps, what really can't be replaced is the self in my own heart, and I can't be replaced again! How can I be myself? --I was completely replaced ---