Write an 800 word essay with an appropriate raise of eyebrows

Run. I am immersed in the sea of questions, I am fascinated by pre-study, study, review, I want to let myself be completely enveloped in knowledge. I want to get ahead!

I screamed and shouted. I must study hard and turn my troubles into happiness. Annoyance two:

Want to grow up? As we grow up, our minds mature, and we understand a lot of sophistication. Yet, at this crossroads, we stopped and pondered.

Do we want to grow up? "It's good to grow up, everything is decided by yourself, you don't have to be bound by your parents to have your freedom, and you don't have to be considered by your parents to be a little bit who doesn't grow up. "No, no, no, how good your childhood is, look at how happy your childhood is, what you want, your parents will give you, and you can often go to the paradise to play, how happy!"

Yes, childhood is really happy! Sometimes when I look at my cousin who is still in kindergarten, I am really a little envious! Looking at the ** when I was a child, how happy I was, there was no thought pressure at all.

If I grow up, I will have to take on family responsibilities and financial and other trivial things, I think, it will be a mess for me.

With so many essays, I have to hand in my homework.

The sun is unusually brilliant, and the sparkling light is scattered in every corner, shining on the earth.

Mother's body, the leaves fell, lying gently in the arms of Mother Earth, it returned to Mother's side, it should be at ease, and I ......

On this festive day, many people embark on the road to find their home, to find the land that once belonged to them for their hearts, and let it take root. Why shouldn't I? It's time for my heart to return to my own land.

Sitting in the carriage, everything is quiet, and going to be quiet makes my heart so unquiet. When I opened the car window, a gust of wind blew and messed my hair, but it took away the unquiet of summer, leaving a trace of sad feelings. Looking at the straight trees on the road retreating, the car approaching step by step, and my heart constantly rolling, yes, I can't wait to return to the land that belongs to me, to the home where I have been absent for ten years.

The car kept driving in the direction of home, at this time, passing a large green vegetable garden, as far as the eye could see, a piece of green vegetables, swaying with the rhythm of the wind, it swayed the shallow thoughts in my heart, and the breath of love was wafting. The green of this green vegetable garden is dazzling, and this green unconsciously carries my thoughts into the whirlpool of memories.

In my memory, my grandfather liked to take me to walk in a green sea, and he also liked to enjoy the shade with me under the green tree, telling about the past. In my impression, my grandfather always smiled heartily. At this time, the car shook and woke me up from my memories, is my grandfather old?

I haven't seen him in years.

When I was about to get home, the car suddenly stopped, and it turned out that there was a traffic accident in front of me, and the car was jammed, and I can understand it, because I know that they are just like me, in order to go home and visit the elderly relatives.

The road was opened, and everyone had a smile on their face, and that smile was tolerance and understanding.

When I got home, I stepped into the arms of my "mother" and saw an old man with a wrinkled face. That's my grandfather. He was old, and his face was full of the marks left by the years, and the years had mercilessly dyed his hair white.

went home, and it was a hurried parting. But I learned that there is something in the world that can never be erased - family affection.

In the snowy season, the flowers bloom "It is better in the cold place, there are no roots and buds, not the rich flowers in the world." Nalan Rongruo's sorrow dissipated in the snowy season. The hexagonal crystal is shining, with my lonely heart in the drift.

Guarding the warmth, bearing the tribulation, even if it turns into water, there is still some charming sorrow. At the age of 14, my winter, the chill shook me, as if at this time others were in their youth, and I was suffering from loneliness and suffering, faintly looking forward to something - looking for a dream. I was disoriented, and I had only a glimmer of illusion, and I didn't know what to do about learning, but I felt that my unplump wings seemed to be too much to bear its silent imposition.

pressure. In the cold winter, where to go, only in this snowy season to wait for the flowers to bloom, buried in the soil is a flower-like ideal, snowflakes penetrate the earth - looking forward to the realization of the ideal. Oh, I see.

When the tip of the pen slowly wanders on the page, the thought is scratched in an instant, waiting for the flowers to bloom in this snowy season, and I should always be accompanied by the persistence and love of life. I regained the motivation to study, found my way home, and I was no longer confused.

The road, the ideal, approaching the same time, is to pay is struggle and effort, not the current disappointment and confusion. I should be angry and brave enough to welcome the flowers. When the hexagonal crystal snow, in the drift, bear the hope of the flowers, the stamens.

Nurture life in a poetic season. The ideal flower only wishes to sing the feeling of the heart and raise the sail of dreams in the snowy season with the warm wind.

TG....Look at how many FQs you've cultivated...