Essay on Broken 600 words. No restriction on style urgent!!!!!!!!

In the dim classroom, the computer glowed with white light, and in the silence, hazy became the only main tone, the hazy classroom, the hazy cheeks, the hazy smile, everything was dyed with a vague disguise, like the flow of youth that we tried to hide. The red embellishes the passing years, but it can't embellish the broken youth. This is how we watch it go away over and over again, let the birds fly over the top of our heads year after year, let the panicked season change color year after year, we stand on the top of the world, stand on the roof of the building that is about to collapse, stand in the loving eyes of our parents, stand in the right and wrong that we can't confirm right and wrong, and watch it leave calmly, even holding on is superfluous.

The years did not escape, it's just that we forgot to lock it.

Fifteen years of time fell to the ground, like a phoenix flower in October, instantly gloomy, and mourning was everywhere.

Fifteen years, looking back, the lines of the years are still clear, but we can no longer find the way back, once a step away from the present seems to be falling into the glacial sky, fleeting.

It turns out that we have grown up a long time ago, and we no longer have any qualifications to sigh and sigh at the sky, and we no longer have any reason to squander the years that are about to become the past. We used to think that we are the generation at the end of the 80s, we have a reason to stand at the corner of the times and be high-spirited, we have the right to look at the winter sun and burst into tears, because we are emotional, because we have no pursuers.

Looking at the palms of the palms that are getting more and more chaotic, looking at the eyes that are getting deeper and deeper with melancholy, and looking at the books with thinner and thinner pages, in fact, we, who were once proud and don't know the thickness of the sky, have grown up, and have already walked through the road that we thought we were still moving forward, and we are still living in the swaddling clothes that we have woven for ourselves, and all the black is gilded with gold.

Zhang Ailing is very right "because we understand, so compassion", I like this sentence very much, we are only compassionate to what we like, because we like ourselves, so we are more compassionate to ourselves.

Finally, one day we woke up, saw it, understood, and naturally began to plan our lives, we pondered repeatedly, undecided, and the cowardice of the post-80s generation was all shown here, is it sad or persistent?

We have lofty ideals, we have grand ambitions, we have determined the goal will be persistently pursued, from then on, the road turns, swaddling discarded, gold disappears, we walk out of the Garden of Eden, bring ourselves out of such a fiery era.

Begin to struggle, find a way out for the rest of your life to breathe, emotion into shouting, squandering into cherishing.

Think for yourself, and you'll see it in this way.

Broken hearts.

Why did you come back so late? Don't you really want this home? A burst of questioning voices swept through the silent night sky.

A family storm is coming.

Won't I go for a walk and stay at home all day? ”

Who stopped you when you went for a walk, but you went to the place where gambling gathered! The burden on the family is heavy enough, do you still want to defeat him? ”

We don't gamble much, don't worry about women's families! ”

What the? I'm not here for this family yet. The kids are all in school, and have you ever wondered how much more they have to spend? Is this also wrong? ”

The children are still sleeping, and if you really do it for them, you shouldn't be unreasonable anymore. No matter how noisy we are, the impact will be great when the child hears it! ”

So what are you still going to do? How many times have I endured it, and I didn't say it in my heart, but you still went for three days and two nights, didn't you? ”

I, I, I'm not going to quarrel with you. It's just ......”

In the room, lonely children were crying silently.

Sometimes I even believe that only broken things are beautiful.

I like broken tree roots, dead branches and withered leaves, rusty bells in ancient temples, broken doors and broken walls, deep autumn grass in the courtyard, sloping stone steps, broken magnolias, cold clouds, stars and moons, lack of roots, stems, willows, and flowers, a silent old man wearing faded clothes and alleys to pick up rags, and a little girl carrying an old schoolbag made of flowers and cloth on her thin shoulders to school. I even like a beer bottle with a missing mouth or a flattened can rolling silently on the ground and then coming to a standstill. Whenever I see these trivial things, I always stare at them intently until I look at them far, far away.

I don't know how beautiful they used to be, so I can't imagine how beautiful they were. Therefore, I was deeply intoxicated by this unimaginable and unsearchable beauty, excavating their gorgeous past, and then, suddenly looking back, I pulled these two life forms in front of my eyes, and burst into tears. How many unspeakable ups and downs, joys and sorrows, and how many eternal sentimentality and boundless desolation in the world are contained in this inexplicable everything!

I like to watch people cry bitterly, I like people to spit out some buried memories buried in the bottom of my heart after drinking, and I like to watch an unrequited person stand silently in the rain with an umbrella on the wedding night of his beloved. I like people who have been quiet and quiet to talk endlessly about suffering, people who have always been happy and contented will suddenly be depressed and lost, old people remember their yellowed youth, and lonely people repent of missed love. I like celebrities smiling sadly after falling out of favor, heroes looking back in their twilight years, officialdom frustrated people tasting tea alone, and beauties with red faces mourning in the mirror.

I love people digging out the part of themselves that hurts the most when they're the weakest, the least defended, and then trembling, then crying, and then letting the heart bleed for ......

Everyone has the experience of writing essays, and they are very familiar with composition, especially the narratives that occupy an important position, and the narratives can be divided into several categories according to the different objects of writing, such as the narrative of the writer, the narrative of the narrative, the narrative of the scene, and the narrative of the object. That's how to write this type well. What about essays?

I was obviously a little surprised when I knew that two people were born every second in the world. Of course, we can also say that every second two people go to death. As the saying goes:

There are unpredictable circumstances in the sky, and people have good and bad luck. "Yes, maybe it's just that moment, a good person ......At noon, when I was chatting with my grandmother, she suddenly remembered something? "Hey, the day before yesterday, the one downstairs with an anti-theft window fell from the second floor and died?

Yes? "This news is like a thunderbolt from the blue" How can it be? "I don't believe my ears.

He? He, a middle-aged man, has a virtuous wife and two lovely daughters, he, hard work, got the unanimous praise of the neighbors, he, helping others, loves to take the initiative to help others, he, warm to others, make people feel the kind of simple and unadulterated warmth, he, has a happy little home, he ,......

But now, a family is completely shattered. There is a saying that is very true, a family is like the word "person", a man is a hand, a woman is a hand, no matter who is missing, the family is going to collapse. A man is the backbone of the family, and of course, his income is also the whole of the family's economy, although it is not very rich, but it is enough to make them happy.

Originally, he was desperately trying to earn money in order to let his eldest daughter Xianxian go to school in the city, but when he was installing, he accidentally fell down. Not to mention coming to school, even my father is gone, all my wishes have only come to naught, and now Xianxian has the possibility of dropping out of school all the time. Hey, the flower of a motherland has withered like this, how sensible she is.

Although I am only an outsider, this is enough to make my mood lack Zheng or not calm down for a long time, and what about them? They lost their husbands and fathers, and it was a merciless blow, and no one could believe it, how could this be? I wonder what I would have done if it had been me?

I seemed to hear that heart-wrenching cry ......

A good family, just like that......