The winning certificate of the first prize in the 7th Middle School Students' Composition Contest is quietly placed on the desk. Among classmates
With the sincere wishes of my classmates, I once again tasted the happiness and happiness brought by literature.
Once I climb up step by step, I can't help looking.
I vaguely remember my first contact with literature when I was a child. "Cut the grain at noon, and sweat drops the grain.
Dig the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? "Mom has three hundred Tang poems, and she
Teach me a word and I'll read it. Often because it is too immature, the pronunciation is not accurate, teasing parents.
Laughing a lot. However, since I was puzzled, I have embarked on the road of literature.
Took the first step in the world. I feel the hard work of reading and the pleasure of poetry.
After school, under the influence of my mother, I began to contact children to read Journey to the West.
Outlaws of the Marsh and other famous works. I am amazed at Sun Walker's ability to get into the earth, and I am also amazed at Lu Zhi.
The chivalrous man who punched Kansai applauded deeply. Robinson Crusoe, a selection of Andersen's fairy tales
"Such as world famous works became my childhood paradise. When I was watching Harry Potter, my God.
Strange magic once fascinated me, even to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep. At that time, I took it.
Holding a broom, I want to fly with my legs between my legs; Take a stick and use it as a wand. done
I stepped into a beautiful literary paradise step by step.
After entering junior high school, I became more and more interested in classical poetry. When classmates wear spring clothes,
When I was performing on the runway in my summer shirt and winter clothes, Ou Weng and I were drinking at the Zuiweng Pavilion while enjoying ".
The wild fragrance is rich, the beautiful wood is beautiful, the wind and frost are high, and the water comes out.
; Enjoy Dongting Lake with Fan Wenzheng, which is "the distant mountains, swallowing the Yangtze River, the vast soup, endless horizon".
The lake is choppy. When your partner earplugs MP3, humming Jay Chou nunchakus is popular.
When I was singing, I was listening to Cao Cao's "Singing to Wine, Life Geometry?" Like morning dew, go.
Singing "More Bitter Days"; Looking at the tearful eyes of Liu Yong holding hands in Changting night, he was speechless.
"Attachment ... On a crisp autumn day, my Tender Fingertips Slipped was published.
In Changsha Evening News. The first time I saw my article turned into type, the joy of harvest.
Let me dream at night with a sunny face.
Looking at this award certificate scattered with ink in front of me, I know that on the road of literature,
I will embark on a new journey. I also hope that I can set foot on this beautiful road.
Take a new step