With you essay 700 in the second year of junior high school

There's a modern buzzword, "It's not time that passes, it's us who fly!" "Yes, people are flying fast in this life, and what people have experienced is also moving forward quickly, how many faces have appeared in our lives, and how many people have left marks in our lives. However, as the waves of time wash away again and again, many are blurred, but if there is someone who helps you in your difficult moments, even if it disappears in an instant, maybe you will always remember him.

I once had such a face, which I will never forget.

Damn, why isn't it raining so much! I complained, my mother rode the car to pick me up as always, but this time the rain was too rampant, I put on a raincoat, lowered my head, and watched the rain condense into a "small reservoir" in a groove in my depression, and as the car shook, it spilled out, forming a piece of crystal gem in the air, just as I was fascinated, suddenly, somehow, the car slipped on the road, and my mother did not hold the front of the car steady for a while, and we fell on the side of the road. It was as if the rain had finally found an opportunity to take revenge on me, trampling on my face. His ankle was also smashed hard by a motorcycle.

Before I could recover my senses, a big brother ran from the rain, he first helped the car up, and then enthusiastically pulled my mother and me up one by one, and for a moment, I could see his face clearly. Then, he patted me lightly again and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

I kept my head down, after all, I would inevitably feel embarrassed to encounter such a situation, "It's okay," I replied softly. So we stood for a while in the rain, and as the rain gradually subsided, my mother and I thanked the unknown well-wisher, and then set out on our way home.

Oh, yes! "Life" has no color, but it is precisely because of the "living" life around you that it becomes colorful. It is precisely because there are so many people around you who care about you and help you that life shows its due color and value.

May you cherish everyone who lives with you and be grateful to them, because because because of them, your world will turn around, and because of them, your life will be extremely brilliant!

The bamboo fence of the small courtyard, the spring flowers and the autumn moon, everything is still the same as in the old days.

The vicissitudes of life, the years have passed, and I have become a young girl.

The years are not stagnant, the spring and autumn are often in order, this way, wind and rain, just because of your company.

When I first met you, I was 8 years old. You lie peacefully under the soft quilt with a beautiful hope on your face. You looked at me with bright eyes and an expression of infinite trust.

The sun shines through the window and shines on your delicate little face, and the velvet light on your skin makes your silhouette clear and moving. Journey together, start here.

At the age of 10, we were more dependent on each other. That year, most of us were home alone, and my parents were away from work and came home late. It was summer, and the scorching sun, which had just been as hot as fire, turned into lightning and thunder in an instant.

The room was dark, save for the rumbling of thunder and the frightening white light outside the window. We were all just kids, we were all scared of all the scary bluffs, we all loved to cry. But we firmly held each other's hands and did not say a word, but we already knew in our hearts the power of each other's companionship.

When I was 12 years old, I was in the midst of a stubborn and stubborn rebellion like a calf. I hate everything that goes against my will. I resent the love of my parents for you, I resent your carefree joy, I resent your pure smile without any impurities.

You don't realize my anger, but it's still like a ray of sunshine that blooms to me every day. During those days of confrontation with my parents, I was the only one by my side. You left me a beautiful hairpin, you fed me a sweet and fragrant candy, you wiped the tears that still stained my cheeks, you listened to my chatter and complain ......With you by my side, I have walked through those dark years.

I was 14 years old when the war broke out. You've reached the age of being naughty and naughty, and I've also reached the season of sentimentality, where you talk around me all day long, tinkering with your RC car, and then turning blocks up and down. I can't stand your natural instincts, and I'm finally at war with you.

You are no longer as docile as you were when you were a child, and you are at odds with me and quarrel with me in incoherent words. Later, you admit your mistake first. You said that I was about to take the high school entrance examination, and it was your own fault that I was too noisy.

It was obviously a very simple word, but it made me burst into tears. From then on, while you were studying, you would lie quietly at my desk and read. Your company accompanied me through the third year of junior high school when there was a mountain of homework and frequent exams.

This year, I'm 16 years old, and you're 8 years old. Really fast, isn't it? 8 years old, 8 years, we accompany each other, on the road of growth, encourage each other, support each other, and give each other the warmest strength.

Thank you, thank you for being with us along the way.

I am your sister, you are my brother, we have grown up together in the ups and downs.