Essay on the second year of junior high school Wings should be written like the second year of junio

Being a bird is better than being a person. I thought to myself, looking helplessly at the tree outside the window, and the sparrows in the tree. I am now taking a language class 'Beethoven the Giant'.

Beethoven said that sometimes a tree is stronger than a person. This is probably the best sentence of this article, because Beethoven has fewer ears, and we have less wings. The teacher asked me about the gist of the text, and I didn't know anything.

At the end of class, I lay on my desk, there was a window to my left, I don't know why I fell in love with the daze, I was already staring at the gray sky, so that my head could have a moment of silence. Instead of XYZ and ASC, the sky used to be blue and clear, with white clouds, but now it is so clear that it can squeeze out water. A tree next to the window has just begun to sprout, and the green of spring, which has been held back for autumn and winter, bursts out, showing the joy and chic of life to the fullest.

A bird, a black crow streaked across the sky while staying on this tree. I looked at it, it looked at me, four eyes that were also black looking at each other. And the difference is that it is an animal and I am a human; It is not as wise as I am, and I am duller than it; It was on a tree, and I was in the classroom; It doesn't have to take exams, but I have to worry about his scores every day; It can go wherever it wants, and I have to go back and forth between school and home every day; It doesn't have to worry about the future of the high school entrance examination, but I know that they are imminent; It's happy, I'm depressed; It has wings that can fly, and I don't have any power to fly; It has a sky of its own, and I don't know where I am.

The class bell rang, ending the so-called end of the class, which was already extremely short. The crow was probably frightened, but it flapped its black wings hard and flew into the sky while I was holding a math paper and writing.

Oh crow, I thought to myself, please give me your wings, and let me fly into a sky that is purely mine.

If a goshawk loses its wings, it won't be able to soar in the air, and if a butterfly loses its wings, it won't be able to dance, so I'll tell you two stories about wings.

A child went out on a trip with his parents, and when they were having lunch on the beach, the child found that a bee was always flying in his ears, and the sound of the return to the rock was so loud that the child's head was about to explode, he picked up a newspaper, knocked the bee out of the beach, and stomped on it several times, and sat down to eat lunch again. After a while, he heard the buzzing sound again, and the child looked towards the sand, and saw that the sand was moving, and soon the little bee reappeared, and it was not dead, but its thin wings were wrinkled, and it was a miracle that it had missed a gear. I saw it flatten its wrinkled wings with its tiny legs, flapped its wings, and tried to fly, but it failed, and after flicking its wings again and again, it finally managed to fly, and after flying less than 5 feet, it hit a pile of sand, and it seemed that it did not regain its sense of direction, and it flicked its wings again, and flew again, and it successfully bypassed one sand pile after another, and it recovered completely, which was amazing.

The second story: there is a very small insect called the king moth, they fly very fast and far, and they are the fastest insects. The emperor moth has one characteristic:

They have to come out of a small hole in the cocoon, and in the process most of the emperor moths will die, and only a few will survive. In order to improve the survival rate of emperor moths, someone once cut a large hole in the cocoon and let them drill out, but after they came out, they still could not fly, because the small hole in the cocoon allowed it to carry blood into its wings when it came out, so that they could fly. When expanded, the wings are not squeezed, blood does not flow into the wings, and they cannot fly.

Two stories about wings tell us a truth, only through your own efforts, you can succeed in anything, and others can't help you!

Or maybe it could be written like this: I think, I need wings. A pair of wings that can achieve beauty; A pair of wings that can fly dreams; A pair of wings that can be full of courage.

I look ordinary, no characteristics, in the crowd, no one will notice me, I saw the girl in the middle who was surrounded by people, she is a class flower, she has a beauty that I don't have, it makes me feel a little inferior,,, I think, I need a pair of wings that can achieve beauty. Everyone has things they want, I know that there are many things that I don't get, but there is still hope,,, I think I need a pair of wings that can fly my dreams. At the sports meeting, I really didn't dare to participate, because I couldn't jump high, I couldn't shoot put, the class was not full, I knew the importance of participating, but I still didn't dare, I didn't have the guts,,, I thought I needed a pair of wings full of courage.

If you had wings, what would you like?