Essay Summer Growing Pains theme

If life gives me countless faces, I will always choose the most painful one to touch.

To have the most simple life, and the most distant dreams, even if tomorrow is cold and freezing, the road is far away.

In the Book of Youth, we are all in the same line. The quilt is the grave of youth. About the boyhood, the warmth and coldness, the most simple life, and the most distant dreams.

All this will be written by the wanton falsification of memories, and gradually abstracted into some fog-like dust, floating in the empty darkness outside the dream, falling day and night, and finally the dust will settle. In the depths of our hopes and desires, there is a hidden tacit knowledge of youth. Like a seed dreaming quietly under the snow.

So you know, I will return in greater silence. Youth is the warmest quilt of life and the most gorgeous skirt of life.

He is 7 years old, not very tall, relatively thin, but he looks very energetic. He had short hair, a handsome face with dark, bright eyes, and a nose high like a carrot. People who have been to his house say that he has good facial features and is a good-looking boy.

My sister is very cute, she is 3 months old. A few days ago was my sister's 100-day anniversary, and my mother drove the car with her baby sister to "love you baby" and took a few photos**. My sister has small, sparkling eyes, a bulging face, and a very small mouth.

She has a pair of lovely ears and a pair of small hands clenched into fists, wiggling from time to time. And lo and behold! The little feet that are like small steamed buns are very cute!

I love my sister.

The two sleeves are breezy, the heroic spirit lasts forever, the gold is not ambiguous, the helpful, the strong and unyielding, the righteousness is awe-inspiring, the charcoal is sent in the snow, and the sword is drawn to help.

Clean and self-sufficient, do your best, protect yourself, engage in personal fraud, be loyal and unyielding, selfless, spotless, and follow the rules.

The summer is scorching, the sun is like fire, the summer is hot, the summer sun is scorching, the sun is scorching, the hot wind is blowing, the heat is unbearable, and the summer is doggy.

Scorching summer, scorching sun, summer is thick, sweating like rain, red sun, heavy rain, unfinished rain, stormy rain.

Pouring rain, pouring rain, green leaves, gloomy heat and dreary, hot and dreary, hot summer, sweaty, heavy rain, smoking.

Write a story about yourself in the summer.

Good article** in life Life comes from oneself.

It's writing essays again that I hate the most.

There is a lot of homework, and the parents are strict, and they grow young beans.

Children's shoes, the composition should be written with heart, after all, Comrade Lu Xun did not.

Quite simply, it's better to write that you are despised by adults

It's so complicated, does the composition need to be so complicated.

Composition comes from life, but it is higher than life.

Good article ** on life

I just want to say one thing: your question is so beautiful!