If I write in Syria, there is no limit to the number of words

If I had written as many words as I could in Syria, would you be a primary school student or a junior high school student!?

Me: Dad, Mom, I'm sorry, there was a small accident in the results this time...

Parents: It's okay, I failed this time, next time I come, where I fell from, where I got up.

Me: But I did really badly this time!

Me: But... I have many shortcomings ...

Parents: But who doesn't have shortcomings? No one is perfect.

How can a small boat floating in the sea not be risky? They all know nothing about the journey ahead, they all risk the unknown, and they all rely on an irresistible courage and belief to complete the journey. Don't think about it, not doing well in one test does not mean that you will do this every time, and you can do well in the next test.

Me: Mom and Dad, I will work hard to live up to your expectations of me!

Send you: You have to work hard, you always fail the test and the consequences are very serious. Don't think about anything, it's just that your parents have pinned all their hopes on you, hoping that your son will become a dragon and your daughter will become a phoenix!

What you have to do now is to study harder in the future, but don't push yourself too hard and just do what you have to do.

It's not your fault that your parents have expectations of you!!

Relax and grab some vanilla ice cream now!! I believe it will be fine!!

Ahh The autumn girl was shocked, without a paintbrush, how to bring colorful autumn to people?

Autumn Girl and I flew low on the clouds, the wind was blowing the earth, and in the white clouds, the sky was a pale blue. Colorful clouds, ** "Nature's Legend of the Old Change", the sun also showed a smiling face and warmth, the clouds carried us flying, and the woods were close in front of us.

In the lush woods, the leaves are colorful. The dry leaves are like an old grandfather lamenting the mercilessness of the years, complaining that there is too little youth. Some of the colorful leaves seem to have been brushed by a paintbrush, with beautiful patterns, and like patches of colorful feathers; There are also some green leaves with yellow spots, as if they have been lit by highlighters, are they souvenirs left by fireflies on the leaves?

There are also leaves that are yellowish in green, yellow and brown, as if they have been painted with colored pencils.

In the fields, the golden wheat admires its goldenness; The ears of rice are heavy, and they are still immersed in the joy of harvest; The animals step on the colorful leaves, carry the harvest grain, and take away the patches of gold.

In the orchard, the red apples open their mouths and smile, the golden pears jump down, the lantern-like persimmons hang from the treetops, and the oranges and oranges are golden, and the orchard is a busy scene.

Autumn girl finally found her paintbrush, and she held it to color everything. Seeing that she continues to bring autumn to people, I also help Miss Qiu to judge and bring the joy of autumn to people with her.

So handsome, so handsome, so handsome, so handsome.

I need an olive branch, I need peace, I need tranquility, and I don't let the American devils and British soldiers come in.

This kind of essay topic is a bit cruel!

I'd rather be a peace dog than a troubled world!

When confronted with a gun or even anything like a muzzle, it becomes instinct to automatically raise your hand to show that you will not resist, what else is talking about childhood!?

I and Syria are very well written than childhood essays.

You can write about what your childhood was like and compare it.

I think this kind of essay can be written in a contrasting way, which is really touching.

Can you write about what you did on the same island as him?

Celia and I have to rely on our own efforts to write essays compared to our childhood.

I have a dream.

He once put his dreams into white painting paper, depicting the spring flowers; once kneaded his dreams into passionate words, rippling the sunset mountain pass; Once upon a time, holding a dream to meet the splendid years, putting the world at your feet. I once had such a dream, in the dream, the splendid spring water embraced the mountains like Dai. When life draws a circle for itself and encircles the wings of the feather spread, do you take a moment to save it for your dreams?

I love to live without constraints, just like a boat in a dream. In the ancient city that has never been defiled, holding an oil umbrella and stepping barefoot on the spring water, let the world only be free. I had a dream in which the smell of food passed through their hungry stomachs.

When fate favors you, it also neglects them. Can your master overcome greed and leave a glimmer of life to illuminate them? When food and clothing are no longer far away, why don't we leave a glimmer of light for them?

I love the world of equality and harmony, I long for life to be able to care for every fairy grass, and look forward to every fairy grass to bear a brilliant bouquet, I look at the endless sea of flowers, I only hope that dreams are no longer illusions. I once sprinkled my dreams to the ends of the earth and pursued the tip of the iceberg on foot. When the flowers of dreams are no longer full of spikes, when the time is no longer in a hurry, whether the rising red glow on the top of the mountain is close at hand.

I planted my dream, and it bore dandelion-like seedlings, scattered to the ends of the earth in the autumn wind full of grain fragrance. Some of them lost their roots and withered, and withered on the hideous cliffs. Some are buried in the waves of the river.

There is always a tree that carries the hope of destiny, thriving in the fertile soil. I had a beautiful dream that carried a small sailboat with a golden morning sun on board, sailing on the vast sea.