Composition: I want to become a drop of water.

I am a small water drop, and my name is Xu Sanduo. I live in a small puddle called Xiabanshu. The puddle is shallow and small, and the gangsters are dirty. I live with my Baishun's father, Eli's brother and Hull's brother. By the way, my good friend Cai Cheng (though I don't know whether he regards me as a friend) has been living here. Small puddles are not very good, but they are not very bad; Although I am often beaten by my father, I am very happy. My dream is that one day I can enter a river called high school and run to an ocean called university. But my father said the road was not easy and asked me to turn into clear water and put it in the pot. That's a makeover. I didn't know what a pot was, and there was nothing good about it, until one day, a small water drop named Shi Jin came to our small puddle and said it was to choose water for the army. The Cai Cheng brothers were naturally chosen. He is the best and brightest. I was chosen, too. I don't know if it has anything to do with white wine and scarlet, but I know I like Jin Shi water drops, which are clean and transparent, and the temperature is comfortable. He is different from the little water drop I have seen before, and the place I want to go is different from the place I have been before. That place is called the army.

When we arrived at the army, Cai Cheng and I still had a lot of small water droplets like ours, which were poured into a bucket called XinBingLian, saying that we should settle down first and remove the sediment so that it can be divided into different pots for different purposes in the future. Some people say it's called walking with clean water and dirty water. I think I am a dirty water drop, but I have been trying to make myself clean. When I left the recruit bucket, I knew I was different from before, but I still didn't know if it was clean. I was assigned to a pot called Hongsanlian. The red three pots are very big, and I am very small. I stayed in a small corner called Class Five with Ma Lao, Li Meng, Lin Xue and Lao Wei. They say it's free here, just like your little puddle, but I know it's not a puddle. The water in the pot should be conscientious, clean and heated before use. I jumped like hot water and somersaulted. I don't know if I stir well. One day, an uncle named Colonel noticed me. He said that I am a good and clean water drop and should be put in a better pot. This pot is called Gangqilian.

The steel seven pots are great, and they are the best among the 16 pots in our 702 regiment. Although it is a 57-year-old pot, it is still strong and shiny. He will always be prosperous and burn the most boiling water. Only the best water droplets have a chance to be boiled here, just like the Cai Cheng brothers. I am the 4956th water drop in the seven pots of steel, and I am very proud. By the way, I forgot to tell you that besides becoming a talent, there is another person I like here, the stone that brought me into the pot. He is my monitor now. The owner of our pot is a fire named Gaocheng. The fire in Gao Qi is very prosperous. He keeps heating, hoping to turn us all into boiling water. He said you got up in the morning and went into battle. If you like this life, it's called fighting spirit. I want to say I like it, but he doesn't like me. Fire always likes boiling water drops, just like May 61 water drops, but I am always cold, which is incompatible with the steaming atmosphere around me and even lowers the temperature of the whole pot. I have no friends here except the monitor. The monitor always keeps comfortable temperature and soft luster. He transferred his heat to me bit by bit to warm me up, for fear of offending his best friend Liu Yi and Gao Huo, who had always cared for him the most. When others think I am a glass pimple, although it looks like a water drop, it can never be heated; When Gao had no hope for me and wanted to throw me out of the Seven Kingdoms of Iron and Steel, only he, the squad leader, warmed me with his warmest embrace, making me warm and hot from a cold water bead that sank at the bottom of the pot, until one day he surfaced, stirring up the highest waves and emitting the strongest heat, which made all the water droplets admire and attracted high attention. However, the monitor is leaving. After nine years, he will return to the puddle. Liu Yi Shuidi said that he gave all the heat to you and me and gave up all the chances of being heated. He turned the two of us from mud ideas into hot water, but he had to leave. My heart hurts like it's about to crack. I don't want to be hot water. I want to be cold water when hot water is too tired. Cold water is not afraid of people walking, and cold water is not sad. This year, I was twenty-one years old, and I knew for the first time what is unforgettable.

Life without a monitor is terrible. I make friends with them every day, tossing and turning, but I don't have the simple happiness as before. I know, for me, there is no greater misfortune than losing the monitor, but it turns out that I was wrong. Losing the monitor was just the beginning, and something unexpected happened-seven steel pots were reassembled, and the hot water droplets in one pot were scooped away by a spoonful to heat other pots. There is only one shell left in the seven steel pots, which is scarred. Only fire and I can stop him, Gao Cheng. Without the company, the blow to the high seven fires is greater than anyone else. He has never lived without boiled water, and suddenly he feels that he has no purpose and meaning. All his strength has nowhere to vent, and he can only turn into anger and pounce on me and herself. I don't know what to do, I can only be myself-a small drop of water, keeping the final temperature in an empty steel pot. I haven't changed. I've been changing. I don't take the hardest road. I only go one way. However, the fire of senior seven has changed. He said that he learned from me to be tolerant and have no desire. I don't understand, but I can see that the fire in Grade Seven used to spread its red limbs like lit firewood. Now he is like burning alcohol, breathing the blue flame quietly and steadily, not so bright, but with higher temperature and intoxicating fragrance. In fact, I should have known from the beginning that the high fire was destined to burn a bigger pot and do bigger things, and I didn't know my future.

Until that day, a beam of sunshine came, and his name was July. July is also very hot, as hot as Gaocheng, but not quite the same. He said that the water in the pot has the highest goal of being heated, which is to become a cloud. He asked me, "Xu Sanduo, you are already a drop of boiling water. Would you like to take another step and go to heaven with me? " I'd love to, but I didn't know it was so painful for small water droplets to evaporate into the sky. How many water drops like me have been smashed back to their original shape, even including the drop on June 1. I passed that critical point and climbed up the cloud, but does it really make sense? The cloud I stayed in was called Lao A, where every drop of water was excellent. The sunshine in July shines on us, which makes us emit colorful flashes. He seems to see through everything. He saw that although he had the ability to fly into the sky, he was still a small puddle with sediment, so he was not pure enough to live in the sky. Unfortunately, he can see but can't foresee. He didn't expect me to stand the test of cold current and return to the ground again. I want to go back to the old army, see my old comrades, and then go back to the old puddle. However, this farewell trip brought me back to the high school fire, and now he is starting a new stove and calling the division to investigate the camp. The water in the seven pots of steel has no room to give up faith and oneself. The people in Company Seven are the best anywhere, so he used his own way to breathe fire and reheat Cai Cheng and me to the blue sky.

Now, I'm still in the old A cloud. Although I don't know which day it will turn into rain and fall back to the earth, I have experienced the baptism of sediment removal in the past, the warmth of water droplets in the past, the quenching of high city flames, the pain of evaporation and rising, and the sunshine in July. I experienced a wonderful experience of a drop of water, and I finally lived up to these 23 years. This is my story, Xu Sanduo, a little water drop.