Because of you, my dreams are sweet essay 600 words, urgent

If it weren't for any mistakes in the passing years, maybe the years would have stayed with me. The indulgence in the middle of the way finally brought me an unforgivable regret, a dream that I could not embrace freely.

If one day, when my world belongs only to the remaining years of the Lord of Darkness, when the light forgets me in the dark world, I will remember your face with both hands. How long can the blurred vision be lucky to be blurred, at least for now I can still see your smile vaguely. Maybe tomorrow is the end of the world, maybe the future is pitch black, the distance between us in the most beautiful passing year is no longer a universe, and there is only one more eye of the dark world at this time.

If one day the blur has gradually darkened, and even the light has forgotten me in the dark world, I want to hug with your smile, sorry, I met the most beautiful you in those years but gave you the most sad dream. Now while I can still see your heart vaguely, I enter your heart every day, and keep blessings to repent of the ignorant naivety.

Every day, my eyes are opened, I stand in the mirror and wear glasses vaguely, looking forward to my unstarted today, dealing with computers and mobile phones every day, and my swollen and painful eyes can no longer bear the unknown pain. Gradually, my vision blurred, and even though I was wearing glasses, it didn't do much. I admit that the light has begun to have a sign of forgetting, and I don't know how long I can be comforted by the journal of my emotions written next to the computer like this, this world has long been the king of light.

Just think about how long I can still see your smile vaguely, even in the dark eyes world, I will still remember your face with both hands until the day I die.

If we could have hugged for a longer time, maybe we wouldn't have stopped believing in love.

If I could have understood a little more love at the beginning, I may not have been so hurt, and you would not be sad again, if I had been more tolerant, honest, and frank, my world would not have owed you a dream that you can't embrace freely.

I think that even if we were not separated at the beginning, but the world with my dark eyes still can't give you a dream of hugging freely, even if I fantasize about having you every day, but my world is only dark, and I can't give you the happiness you want. The doctor told me to protect my eyes and not stay up late at night at the computer, but I would still endure the torture of eye pain to write about my state of mind that no one could understand, because I was afraid that when I was completely dark, the world would not have a chance to write about my emotions.

I'm sorry, if I can do it all over again in the next life, I want to protect the eyes of my heart, protect the dream that we can embrace each other freely, and make the world proud of us. Take you to Melbourne to see the sunny days. sorrysorry sorry, I owe you a dream that you can't embrace freely.

Text: An Xiaomo.

If I were a writer, I would write prose after essay. I will print everything I have on paper with my rich language and clever pen. It can be my psyche – smiling or venting my joys and worries on paper; It can be my life—my friends and what I see and hear tell us through the tip of the pen; It can also be the beautiful things in the world – like fairy tales, stories, everything that is shared with people in my language.

Perhaps, my article will let the world know. It's an exaggeration, but if I'm a writer, I only think about ...... good.

If I were a writer, I would write little poems one after another. I will use my cheerful mood and industrious hands to drip my thoughts on the squares. I will praise the tall pines, I will praise its strong, fearless and selfless spirit; I would advise hunters that nature also belongs to animals, and we should make the natural world more harmonious; I will tell people to reduce the pollution in the city and let us live a good life.

If I were a writer, I would write one by one. I'm going to use my nimble brain and useful information to leave a touch of emotion on the table. I want to write about family and make people feel the warmth of family affection; I want to write about friends and let people know the power of friendship, and I have a bigger idea to write a biography - like Jin Yong's martial arts, Yu Dan's experience on paper, or Luo Guanzhong's war, Wu Chengen's myth.

I may be daydreaming every day, a **, and a ...... fame in one fell swoop

That night, I told my heart about this dream of mine, and I knew that there are many, many people in the world who want to be writers, and only a few can become famous. But I also know that as long as I lay a good foundation and read more books when I am young, I will definitely become a famous writer, I have to believe in myself, from now on, no problem!

I know, there's nothing I can't do, I can do it!