One thing or person touched on the street, is a diary, to be real. Please5

This one. Composition is something that you still have to write yourself.,Because of other people's things.,The teacher knows the fake congratulatory shout at a glance.,If you don't have any feelings, just write a discussion**.。 Tell us about the current facts.

For example, when the elderly are fainted on the street, the people in the wild of Chanzhou are strangers and other things, and then what volunteers take the elderly and children to cross the street and so on, and so on, analyze.

In moving is also someone else's, you don't deserve to be moved by her, write yourself from the heart, naturally the best.

Someone else's is no matter how good it is.

A journal can move people... Take out your sincerity, sincerity is not only in your heart, sometimes you have to turn your sincerity into action, and use action to express your sincerity

Write with your own sincerity.。。 No one else knows what you've been through.

Write with your own heart's true thoughts.

Are you brain-dead? If you didn't write it yourself, would she approve? I feel so sad that you don't want to do it, don't write it, you can't deceive others like this, it's hard to guarantee that she won't be discovered next time by lying to her, think twice!!

How do you write this log? Speechless, it's so hard???

Your life is miserable enough, since you were a child, you haven't experienced anything touching.

Sympathy, tribute, hard work.

Essay? The old man and the old lady helped each other out of the car.

Holiday homework?

It can be a narrative – about something that happened on the street (preferably in a small way, such as a beggar buying buns for an old beggar).

It can be prose, describing several scenes (pictures) around a certain theme. For example, write about flowers, trees, roads, people, and so on.

Someone else's mind throbs your beloved girlfriend.

Do you think it's appropriate?

Even if it is copying, stealing, stealing.

You have to write it yourself.

What others write is someone else's mood after all, how can this represent your thoughts

Write your true love and thoughts with your heart, no matter how well you write, you can also win the touch of your girlfriend-

Your girlfriend's birthday, let someone write a journal for you to move her; Then if your girlfriend wants to have a baby, is she looking for someone else to her b?

Touched by the streets.

It rained all night last night, and this morning I felt a little chilly. The sky was overcast, covering the earth, and it was drizzling from time to time. Although it has been half a month since the beginning of autumn, such weather is still rare after all. So, I decided to go out for a walk.

The air after the rain was exceptionally fresh, and I took a deep breath and felt indescribably comfortable. All kinds of trees. The flowers and plants are like taking a pleasant bath, and they seem more energetic.

Walking to the street where the road is being built, a colorful umbrella is opened, they are like beautiful little mushrooms, decorating the street more beautifully.

I walked alone on the streets, and I no longer felt the summer heat: people were wearing shirts and trousers, and some were wearing a coat. After the rain, the ground is potholed, and pedestrians and vehicles are sparse and sparse, all moving slowly.

The cyclist is even more cautious, shrugging his shoulders, clenching his arms, and keeping his eyes fixed on the ahead, for fear of falling into a puddle if he is not careful.

I kept walking forward, and when I came to the intersection in front of me, I suddenly saw a group of people pushing a large truck full of goods, and the big truck had been deeply sunk into a pit, and everyone was pushing hard and shouting, "One, two, three!" "I looked back as I walked, secretly cheering for them.

However, at this moment, a middle-aged man riding in front of me lost his hand because he encountered a puddle, and his bicycle fell to the ground, and he himself fell heavily to the ground. The thermos flask strapped to the bicycle fell to the ground, and the soup inside spilled on another young man's high-end suit, which was stained with oil. Pedestrians slowly stopped to watch the excitement, and everyone thought that a "war of words" was about to happen again.

Unexpectedly, the young man didn't bother to wipe the oil stains on his body, but hurriedly bent down to help the middle-aged man up, and asked with concern: "Is the fall heavy, does it hurt, do you want to go to the hospital?" The middle-aged man hurriedly said to the young man

I don't care, I'm just in a hurry to deliver food to the patients in the hospital, and I accidentally ......You are ...... such a good suitI'm so sorry, I'm sorry. The eyes turned to the young man again, and he took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his suit, and said with a smile: "It's okay, you don't mind such a trivial matter."

The soup you bring to the patient must be delicious, and my suit is really 'delicious', and I even tasted fresh! The two laughed, and so did the crowd.

As the crowd dispersed, I looked at the young man's figure as he walked farther and farther away, as if I felt that the world was full of love, truth, goodness and beauty. I seem to feel that young people are getting taller and taller, and they will always stand at the top of the world!

At this time, I looked back and saw that the big truck that had been stuck in the puddle had rushed out of the predicament with the help of everyone.

I looked up at the sky and felt as if the sky had become blue and wide. At this time, it was raining heavily, and I hurried home, but the tall image of the young man who was selfless and selfless was deeply engraved in my heart.