The fourth grade of primary school synchronous essay draw lots to make up a story

After the numbing high school entrance examination, I entered the high school I longed for when I was in junior high school, but I didn't have it in my heart.

There's a hint of fun. During the summer vacation, wandering on the path of high school, looking up at the tall school building, there was no respect.

Fear, replaced by strangeness and hesitation. When the sacred place that I once thought was now open to me, I hesitated.

I spent the whole summer vacation in a daze.,Entered the high school that selected the top students of each school.,Filled at the beginning.。

Full of competition, the huge pressure is suffocating. Sitting in the seat, watching the so-called gathering by strength and fate.

The silent faces of the classmates who were together felt strange or strange. I forgot how to make friends.

Friends, only sit quietly, and miss their friends in their own memories.

When I was in junior high school, I felt that I was very happy, and the most proud of myself were my friends, who were very sunny and we.

We spent it together.

years of years. Now, they have all gone to another high school, not far from here.

Fang, living happily, I seemed to be far away from them, cut off from their lives.

In high school, I lived with strangers entirely. I was scared, I was at a loss. Only uses.

Silence to hide one's fears, to make up for one's emptiness with thoughts of them. When I was in junior high school, only.

I think I'm having fun with them, but I never know that I'm living under their protection. He.

They don't let me be lonely, give me sunny smiles, comfort eyes and words of encouragement when I lose, joke with me, celebrate my birthday, buy me food when I don't eat. When others sarcastically mock me with words, they are even more excited about their efforts than I am, but I don't care at all, and when I am happy, I am smiling and angry.

It's time for sarcastic words and nonchalant. When they were sad, I didn't say a word. Now that I think about it, I look like a white-eyed wolf.

When the white-eyed wolf's conscience found out, they suddenly left and disappeared from my life. Not in insurance.

I was protected, and many strangers came into my life. Every day I always have a repetitive dream, in which I look for the familiar hand in the dark, but the hand is getting farther and farther away to wake up, fall asleep, and wake up and want to go back.

In the past, I will definitely live a good life and cherish them. However, reality ignores my cries, time.

The river is still flying, the river is still flowing, everything has not changed in the slightest, gradually, I chose to compromise, I.

Keep learning, to numb the sad heart, and live happily with them in memory.

I used to be cheerful and sarcastic, but I have become quiet and introverted, which is probably called maturity in the eyes of others.

Let's do it! I have learned to accept that there are some roads in life that we have to walk by ourselves after all, we can't change fate, it won't change the slightest bit because of me, and my dream is still ahead, I have to work hard, one by myself.

Individuals are strong enough to walk the rest of the way.

The rest of the way, I will walk alone, I will walk very well.