How should middle school students feel about the word like urgent! ）

Platonic pure love only appears in middle school, so middle school students must be brave enough to pursue their love. After this village, there is no more shop.

Depressed question....We have some common hobbies with each other, so let's be attracted to each other. Or influenced by modern TV dramas, romance**, etc., and produce that subtle feeling, which is very similar to love....

I'm a middle school student now, and I have someone I like, so if I really want to be nice to her (him), then work hard.

When we reach a certain age, we will understand that there is only one person in the world who has what you call it"Love"And what we call it"Like"That's it"Like", pure like, pure feelings. It's part of growth.

Middle school students must be brave enough to face the person or thing you like

Don't overthink it.

Your first instinct is what it is.

Like or not hate, is the other party has something you envy and something you desire to have.

Perhaps. Love

I don't dare to jump to conclusions because I'm also a middle school student.

The teacher taught us to understand what unswerving love is, and she said that we were too young to understand love at all, and mistook love for it"Love" ..When we reach a certain age, we will understand that there is only one person in the world who has what you call it"Love"And what we call it"Like"That's it"Like", pure like, pure feelings. It's part of growth.

Like is a feeling, love is a feeling.

Of course, liking is shallower than loving, it's not the sameThe odd is clear.

We walked in the fields: me, my mother, my wife and son.

Mother didn't want to come out. She is old and in poor health, and she feels very tired when she walks farther. I said that because of this, I should walk more. The mother nodded convincingly, and went to get her coat. She listens to me now, just as I listened to her when I was a child.

The weather was fine. This year's spring came too late, too late, and some old people couldn't stand it. But spring has finally arrived. My mother survived another harsh winter.

In the early spring fields of the south, large and small patches of new green are spread haphazardly, some thick, some light; The green shoots on the trees were also dense; The winter water in the fields also bubbled and blistered. All this reminds people of one thing - life.

My mother and I walked in front, and my wife and son walked behind. The little guy suddenly shouted: "The front is also a mother and son, and the back is also a mother and a son." We all laughed.

Later, there was a disagreement: the mother was going to take the big road, and the big road was smooth; My son is going to take the path, and the path is interesting. It's all up to me, though.

My mother is old, and she is accustomed to obeying her strong son; My son is still young, and he is still accustomed to obeying his tall father; As for my wife, she always listens to me when I'm outside. All of a sudden, I felt the weight of my responsibility. I thought of a way to do both, but I couldn't find it; I want to break up the family and divide it into two ways, each with its own place, but I don't want to.

I decided to grieve my son because I had been with him for a long time. I said, "Take the big road."

But the mother touched her grandson's little brain and changed her mind: "Let's take the path." Her eyes followed the path

There were golden cauliflowers, two neat rows of mulberry trees, and a sparkling fish pond at the end. "Where I can't go, you carry me on your back. Mother said to me.

In this way, in the sun, the priests walked towards the cauliflower, the mulberry tree, and the fish pond. When I got to a place, I squatted down and picked up my mother, and my wife also squatted down and picked up my son. My mother, though tall, was very thin and naturally not heavy; Although the son is very fat, after all, he is young, and he is naturally light:

But my wife and I walked slowly, steadily, and carefully, as if what was on my back and what was on her back added up to the whole world.

The Dream of the Mole Ant.

If the city is an indifferent forest, then those who sit on the top floor of a skyscraper are the kings of the forest – lions or tigers. Secondly, those civil servants and high-level white-collar workers with golden jobs are foxes or snakes. The others who rested every day from sunrise to sunset, and who received a fixed salary every month were cats and rabbits.

If you ask us what kind of animals we belong to, I will say to you with the utmost seriousness: ants.

Yes, we are the lowest and lowliest insects in this ecosystem, the most old-fashioned and backward race in the eyes of everyone - migrant workers.

We receive a variable salary every month, do menial work countless times harder than you, and struggle for a long time on the food and clothing line.

In the early morning, when darkness still enveloped the city, we had to leave the warm bed, put on old hard hats, put on tattered overalls, and walk on tripods dozens of meters high. Our sweat transpirates in the air and turns into morning dew dripping on the green leaves, moistening the whole city.

At noon, the heat grinned like a devil and devoured the earth. While you're sitting in an air-conditioned room, eating a steak worth a month's worth of our salary, drinking wine that we can only watch on TV, we're wearing a thin tank top, braving the heat, and eating a five-dollar fast food box lunch. Our ** was scorched red, and our hands trembled slightly from overexertion; But our laughter is even brighter because of this beautiful city.

At night, maybe you're still in front of your office computer worrying about a business that pays tens of millions of dollars, or wandering around various meeting places, smiling falsely. But we looked at the starry sky and the bright moon, thinking of our wives and children far away from home; Count the warm and small banknotes with both hands, or calculate when you can buy a hard-to-find Spring Festival ticket. The neon lights are flashing, and the bustling city is always only daylight, but who will notice that there are such us in the corner of this city that is developing at the speed of light?

We come with strong and powerful hands to build skyscrapers; We go away with pride and pride, leaving behind all the beauty and prosperity.

In this city, there are countless lowly and humble ants, who silently unite and use their strength to build a dense and beautiful forest. After it was built, they didn't have time to enjoy it, and in order to survive, they had to start another project in a hurry.

When you talk about your ideals in the eyes of the crowd, when you discuss your aspirations in a bright classroom, when a person secretly sets your lofty goals, will you remember that there is a small ant in this big city, and their dream is to build this city better with their hands!

This is a perfect score essay.。。。 Written by classmates and published in the school newspaper.