Example 1:
A little cold autumn night, the gray-blue gray-blue night sky is dotted with stars, the empty moon shines everywhere, and the rare white clouds are gradually blown away by the wind. ....
A quiet night can always touch people's heartstrings. Most of the dance music that ripples in your heart is your figure, and then the song ends.
Memories of junior high school are always beautiful. Because of you, my junior high school students are as open as flowers, and the pure and fragrant sea of flowers is the most fascinating.
At that time, we always liked to be together: chatting and playing together ... the same figure, the same idea and the same smiling face. The playground is our paradise. The air is full of our breath and carries a lot of happiness. ......
In the second day of junior high school, we made an appointment to study in the same class, study together and sit together. I remember all this. Perhaps, it is the dislocation of fate. I was placed in Class 6, while you were in Class 5. We are separated by thick walls and stand on each other's fruits.
Time is constantly moving and people are constantly changing. It's only been half a semester, and it's not just a thick wall that separates us. When strangeness replaces space, meeting is just a "polite" greeting. Above us, it is not a beating note, but a sticky coagulant that sticks the air together. Holding hands with you is your deskmate, and I used to be that girl. At this moment, I really want to tell you loudly: I want to hold your hand again, read our yesterday together, and walk on the road that originally belonged to us.
In the second day of junior high school, we laughed and cried, warmed each other and snuggled up in the corner. I thought this friendship would bind us closely, but I didn't expect it ..... Although we are still "friends", we can't hold on to our feelings yesterday.
The cold autumn wind caressed the scattered light spots in the night sky, and the clean moon gradually faded away. ......
Example 2:
i want to hold your hand
I remember yesterday, you were still sitting in front of me, holding a Shakespeare sonnet I gave you, reciting such a poem: However, the art of eyes will eventually regret it. It can only draw appearances, but it can't read feelings. So, you lean your head slightly on my shoulder and ask me, "How long will your love for me last?" Crickets can be heard everywhere under the starry sky and on the lawn, which seems to be the melody of the Wedding March. In the faint moonlight, you look clearer and more transparent. I stare at you with very serious eyes and solemnly convey to you that I will take care of you for a lifetime.
Originally, my study was not very good, but because of your encouragement and help, I have a motivation to support me to continue my efforts and never give up. Although walking as slowly as a snail, I caught up with it after all. We have the same dream-Fudan has become our common wish. From then on, we have an agreement: I will hold your hand and walk into the hall of colleges and universities together. However, young people are really naive, saying a lot of irresponsible things and doing a lot of trivial things. I didn't know until we all grew up: if the relationship is to last, is it on the day of youth and ignorance?
Later, I didn't know whether it was my lack of interest, my conscience, or whether I really grew up and understood, so my attitude towards you changed. I find more and more that my passion for books has far exceeded my love for you. The Golden Temple, chariots and horses, Yan Ruyu and Grand View Garden are all-inclusive in the book. Only by "reflecting on yourself three times a day" can I realize that my feelings are so naive and narrow-minded. I can only sigh: I met the right person at the wrong time, but after all, I was just "sentimental and carefree."
You feel that our hearts are estranged from each other, and our indifference to you has brought you the same sadness as falling flowers. Your sadness has obliterated your love for me and your passion for knowledge. After this annihilation, hatred accumulates like spring rain and finally merges into a river of tears, so you no longer believe in everything in the world.
I also try to tell you that I don't want to give up, just want to wait for a suitable time to continue our love. But you, who already hate this world, don't understand that this world has hope and a future. You don't listen, continue to sink. ...
I know this is an immature rose with thorns that I gave you. It stabbed you and made you bleed.
I got my wish in the college entrance examination, but I can't forget you. I know that you have been crying for a long time, and I really want to comfort you, just like sitting on the lawn at night and wiping away your tears. But I feel guilty that I can't see you. However, this contradictory heart always reminds me of you.
If you succeed, it would be great, so that I can hold your hand and we can realize that promise together. But now, I can only hold your hand and tell you my endless apologies. Facing the bright future and distant love, as a student, I will only love rudely. But it's no use saying these things, besides, I can't hold your hand.
In our life journey, there will be some precious emotional encounters that we all want to grasp. It seems that we hold each other's hands and cherish the rare opportunity. In fact, if we seize these opportunities early, can our weak little hands seize them tightly? Finally, I couldn't catch it, so I let it go, and I couldn't catch anything. When it is over, it will bring us greater, even irreparable losses.
I would rather leave a little regret for impulsive youth than a long life.