Or cheerful, sometimes enterprising, people can't help laughing, but they can't help crying. Accompany them from childhood to adolescence.
I often think of my carefree childhood. After school and holidays, I play in groups of three or five, and laughter brings us too many memories. Isn't that the song "I always remember the sunset in Xiting, I don't know my way home, and I will return to the boat late ..." Isn't that the young time that Li Qingzhao sang? My ears seem to hear friends rowing on the lake, and the bursts of laughter are so hearty; I am so happy when I drink and enjoy the exciting beat of the scenery.
I've had a good time and it's getting late. But who would have thought that on the way home drunk, the waves of three or five groups of partners struggling to paddle suddenly started a "Gull Heron Beach", screaming with excitement and joy, accompanied by blushing faces, echoing among the lotus leaves.
How many unforgettable moments we spent in childhood, and when we entered middle school, we became more mature and enterprising. The middle school entrance examination is about to ring. At night, under the light, nervous and busy figures can be seen everywhere. The nervousness of the exam and the failure after the exam often test our will.
In the moonlight, Su Shi's sentence "Don't listen to the sound of leaves beating in the Woods, why don't you sing slowly?" Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A misty rain lingered in my life ... "The rain pattered on my shoulder, but Su Shi still walked forward, as cool as a cucumber, with footsteps and voices in his ears.
He said, "What are you afraid of? These are all used to it. " Wutai poetry case, went to prison and almost died? What's wrong with being desolate and living in poverty when I first arrived in Huangzhou? What's wrong with being excluded, relegated to a distant tune, and separated by brothers? Another Mid-Autumn Festival night, he chanted in a song about drinking: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. It was difficult to accomplish in ancient times.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. "At this point, the moonlight seems to be much brighter, and my heart is full of strength.
2. What the ancients said was to write a good composition. 3. Writing poetry is in a hurry to chase after death, and it is difficult to describe the scene after losing it. -history >
4. Is the article really cherished by yourself and passed down from generation to generation? -Kim Wang Ruoxu >
5. If I write my mouth with my hand, how can I hold it? -Huang Qing Zunxian >
6. There are lingyun pens, bowing down to others' pity-Jin Yuan is curious >
7. Be sure to teach yourself what to say and don't follow in the footsteps of others. -Dai Song fugue >
8. Nature is full of interest, but good poetry is only close to human feelings-Zhang Qing Wen Tao >
9. Spring River, autumn moon and winter snow, don't listen to Chen Yan, just listen to the sky-Song Yang Wanli >
10. Don't write the sentence of death into the poem. This tactic was handed down from Weng Fang-Qingyuan Mei >
1 1. A sentence "Nature is eternal and new"-Jin and Yuan Dynasties "
12. bring forth the new 500 years, and realize the old-easy in the Millennium >;
13. Don't ask for good sentences, just ask for kindness-Song Ouyang Xiu >
14. The secret brocade is used in me, and the beauty of cutting is not in the knife ruler-Song Luyou's Reading Poems on September 1st.
15. A word can understand everything, and a ride can serve Wan Li-Don Liu Yuxi >
16. Clear water produces hibiscus, natural carving-Tang Li Bai >
17. Today's people love the ancients, and clear words and beautiful sentences must be neighbors-Tang Du Fu >;
18. Two words for three years, two tears for one song-Tang Jiadao >
19. Sing a sentence and break a few stems-Don Lu Yanrang >;
20. For the sake of humanity, you can't say beautiful words without surprising words-Don Du Fu >
2 1. Love is difficult to write, and a poem is ever-changing to feel at ease-Qingyuan Beauty >
22. Appreciate strange writing and analyze doubtful points-Tao Jin's Yuanming.
23. Pick flaws in the paper period, seek friends and attack flaws-clear. Li Zhiyuan >
24. Read more than 10,000 volumes and write like a god-Tang Du Fu >
25. Qu Ping's Ci hangs the sun and the moon, and Chu Wang sets up an empty mountain-Tang Libai >
26. Du Li's article is full of flames-Tang Hanyu >;
27. Du Fu's Troubled Collection is like tickling-Don Du Mu >
28. If you want to learn poetry, you must work outside it-Song Luyou.
What the ancients said was to write a good composition. 3. When writing a poem, it is difficult to describe it after it is lost. -Su Song's History; 4. Is the article really cherished by yourself and passed down from generation to generation? Kim Wang Ruoxu
4. A 600-word composition in the first day of junior high school: The ancients said, "To be happy, you should learn new things from my new junior high school classmates."
In a blink of an eye, I have been studying in a new school and a new environment for a month, and those strange faces have gradually become familiar faces in my memory.
Xue Jiayuan, the deskmate on the first day of school, is a cheerful, cheerful, ruddy and stout man with a very high belly. His favorite pastime must be eating and drinking. His chubby face has a pair of small eyes, which look like small briquettes embedded by two naughty children. He has a short and thick nose, and his nostrils are slightly upturned, which is a bit provocative and naughty. His greatest feature is his ears. Those two strange ears can be used to cover his eyes in case of sandstorm. His body is very strong, and his small arms are white and strong, like a small stick. He often raises his small fist and makes boxing gestures. And a pair of short fat thighs, wearing fat pants, like two upright round pillows.
He likes to be cool in front of people; Sometimes he pretends to be miserable and really funny, so our class can always hear "gossip" about him.
I remember one time, it was an English class, and Teacher Tang was giving us a vivid lecture. At this time, I don't know who quietly told me and my classmates an "explosive news"-Xue Jiayuan was looking at his stomach. I don't believe it. I looked at the corner of the classroom: I saw him lifting his clothes, revealing a chubby "big fat man", looking at his stomach with puzzled eyes, and fiddling with something from time to time. I couldn't help laughing at his mess. Other students around him were also killed by his funny actions, but he didn't know … Hey! This big fool!
I remember another time, it was in a labor technology class, and this time I drew with cans. Because he forgot to bring all the tools for the technical class, we were bored when we did it, so he had to pretend angrily and funny, chanting "Um … please, can you lend me scissors and cans for a while?" "No, I have to finish my homework! Last time you broke two of my cans, I won't be so stupid this time! " "Oooo ... please, for the last time. I won't break it this time. I am really bored! " I still don't believe him because he promised twice before, but the truth is ...! I was cruel and answered him with two cold words: "No way!" He looked miserable and disappointed and said, "Wang Yuting, how can you be so heartless! ..... "I was really amused by his appearance.
This is him, a lively, cheerful, naughty and smart chubby little guy who always makes the teacher angry! I wrote it.
5. Writing the composition "I talked to the ancients" I remember that one morning, I was reading "Selected Works of Lu Xun's Children's Literature".
I was fascinated by it when a tornado struck. The tornado didn't work on the people around me, but it swept me into the air. I struggled and shouted in mid-air, and the cry for help was gradually swallowed up by the tornado.
There is wind in my ears, clouds in my eyes, and my heart is getting more and more nervous. I don't know how long time has passed, but when I fell to the ground again, I had already arrived in a room.
The room is surrounded by a green grass-green bed, a tender green window and two light green chairs. There is a kind old man sitting on the chair. I looked at him: he was wearing a black robe with a moustache on his mouth and smiled at me. I think of the author's photos before he published the book, which are so similar to the old man in front of me. Is he Mr. Lu Xun? I couldn't help looking at him, and my heart was full of joy. He waved me to sit down and said, "little friend, I've been waiting for you for a long time." I know you have a lot to say, right? " It doesn't matter. You can say anything here. "
"Mr. Lu Xun ... Mr. Lu Xun!" I was surprised from ear to ear. "I ... I just want to ask, how did you write such an excellent work?" "Well, as long as you have real feelings, plus some of your own imagination. Let me tell you, what does it take to be a normal living person? " He obviously wants to test me.
"It's not easy? There are bones. " I answered loudly.
"Yes, what else?" He smiled. "There must be ... there must be meat."
My voice doesn't seem that loud. "Well, flesh and blood, what else?" He nodded his head.
"And skin and clothes." I thought for a moment and answered in a low voice.
"What else?" "This ... this I don't remember." "I'll tell you what."
Mr. Lu Xun touched my head. "There must be a soul. Without a soul, people can't stand the spirit. With the soul, there will be spirit and soul, and there will be the best things in the world. " I was puzzled and asked, "Mr. Lu Xun, what is the relationship between you talking so much and writing?" "You think, bones, flesh and blood, skin, clothes and soul are the basic elements of writing.
These conditions are what you need to write a good composition. ""I see ... "Just then.
It was another tornado. I was swept home before I could say goodbye to Mr. Lu Xun. Although our conversation was short, Mr. Lu Xun taught me a lot.
From tears to blood —— An interview with Sun, a famous strategist in China in ancient times, who wrote The Art of War. After many invitations, I finally interviewed him on an autumn night two thousand years later.
Plum is cooking wine. Plum is foggy and the wine is fragrant. Sun Bin and I sat opposite each other, and the topic started with "spit". 1. Lonely and tearful reporter: Mr. Sun Bin, you were resourceful and thoughtful, but Pang Juan killed you. What do you think of this? Sun Bin (silent for a moment): Pang Juan and I are studying in Ghost Valley and studying the art of war. We are brothers.
I never thought he would hurt me. As a counselor, I am familiar with the art of war and know not to trust others too much; But as a person-a person with flesh and blood, bones and feelings, I ... (SOB) I trusted him too much and never doubted him.
However, it is my most trusted brother Pang Juan who hurts me! ..... Reporter: So, it was because you trusted Pang Juan too much and felt too close that you didn't realize the potential danger, which led to this catastrophe? Sun Bin (nodding slowly): There is no doubt that a disaster is coming. Cold and bloody reporter: So, Mr. Sun Bin, how did you brutally annihilate Pang Juan's army in the two subsequent confrontations-the Battle of Guiling and the Battle of Maling, especially the Battle of Maling, which drove him to death? Bin Sun (silent) Reporter: Really ... because of estrangement? Bin Sun: Maybe ... I often wonder what role I played in those two wars, whether I was a simple enemy counselor or a cold-blooded avenger. Reporter: The Avengers? Sun Bin: The dug patella is the seed of hatred.
The friendship between Pang Juan and me was completely cut off, which made my heart cold in an instant. I looked at the confrontation with him with cold eyes and brewed every trap with a cold heart. Reporter: Is it emotional alienation that gives you a new orientation for the war with Pang Juan? Or, emotional alienation makes you re-understand war and the art of war? Sun Bin (helpless smile, left) The west wind is still shining, the trees are rustling, I don't know which generation ... In the windy and cold autumn, I am Xiao Shangdu's boat; Far away, I saw a car bumping. The teenager driving it seemed to be travel-stained, but here was a stalwart man with two boxes in his hand.
I shouted to them, "It's Xianyang, which leads to Qin. You can't come back! " Humanism in the seat: "It's not coming back, so I'm leaving." I suddenly didn't understand what he meant. "Did you come from Yan State to abandon Yan for Qin?" He raised his hand in the affairs box, "Yan Xian to Qin, Taizi Dan ordered me to take a picture, and General Fan took a skull to make Qin concede.
"I gave him a suspicious look." You don't have a sword, so you just want to go west alone? " He laughed, but he was arrogant. "My sword shocked the world. How could it be so light to hit Kyushu? A gentleman will do great things in his life, and what I want to do is earth-shattering, which will definitely shake the whole mountain and river! "The car kept driving west, and we asked again," Who is that brave man? " His distant figure replied, "Ren Wei. Jing Ke! " That autumn, Jing Ke stabbed the king of Qin; Later, according to legend, the boy died by the sword and was chopped to pieces in Qin Gong.
I think this is the most obedient thing I have written in so many damn exam-oriented compositions. Encouraged by this dusty writer, I had the cheek to post it as a dialogue with Du Fu, a natural figure. "After a while, the wind will calm down and it will be dark in autumn." This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking.
There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep! "Seeing this, I put down my book and stood by the window looking out. The sky is dark and gloomy, and there is a chilly autumn wind from time to time.
What the ancients said was to write a good composition.
When writing poetry, you should chase after death. Once the scene is lost, it is difficult to copy-Song. Su Shi 4.
This article is valuable in itself, but is it true what people say by word of mouth? Gold. Wang Ruoxu 5.
I write my mouth by hand, but how to hold it? -Clear. Huang zunxian 6.
There is a lingyun pen in the vertical and horizontal direction, and it is also pitiful to bow down to others-gold. Yuan Haowen 7.
Be sure to teach yourself what's on your mind, and don't follow suit. Song. Dai Fugu 8.
The sound of nature is full of natural interest, but good poetry is inhuman-Qing. Zhang Wentao 9.
Spring River, autumn moon, winter snow and ice, don't listen to Chen Yan, just listen to the sky songs. Yang Wanli 10.
Don't write the sentence of death into the poem. This formula was handed down from Weng Fang-Qing. Yuan Mei 1 1.
A word is natural and lasts forever. Real gold is when luxury goods are used up. Yuan Haowen 12.
Advance 500 years of innovation, and in the Millennium, you will feel the truth. Zhao Yi 13.
Don't ask for good sentences, just ask for goodness-Song. Ouyang xiu 14.
The secret brocade is used in me, and the beauty of cutting is not in the knife ruler-Song. Lu You's Thoughts on Writing Poems on September 1 Day +05.
A word can say a hundred meanings clearly, and a ride on the dust can serve Wan Li Hall. Rachel 16.
Clear water produces hibiscus, and natural carving of Tang Dynasty. Li Bai 17.
Today's people love the ancients, and clear words and beautiful sentences must be neighbors-Tang. Du Fu 18.
Two sentences in three years, one song and two tears-Tang. Kado 19.
Sing a word and break a few stems-Tang. Lu yanrang 20.
It's human nature not to say amazing words, but to say good words-Don. Du Fu 2 1.
It's difficult to write a hobby. Only when a poem is ever-changing, can you feel at ease-Qing. Yuan Mei 22.
Surprise appreciation, doubt analysis-Kim. Tao Yuanming 23.
Find fault with paper, but find fault with friends-Qing. Li Zhiyuan 24.
Read more than 10,000 volumes and write like a god-Tang. Du Fu 25.
Qu Ping's Ci hangs the sun and the moon, and the king of Chu sets up an empty mountain-Tang. Li Bai 26.
The article is written in full swing-Tang. Han Yu 27.
Du fu's collection of troubles is like tickling-don. Du Mu 28.
If you want to learn poetry, your time is outside poetry-songs. Lu you
Walking with Zhuge Liang in the dead of night, everything sleeps.
Meteors in the sky remain the same. I sat on a bamboo chair and looked at the dark moon in the sky. It's my sadness to leave, and I have a different taste in my heart. There was a breeze and I saw a man standing in front of him with a feather fan. On closer inspection, it turned out to be China intellectual star Zhu Gekongming.
I saw him slowly tunnel: "It's dead of night, and the moon is hanging in the sky. It's beautiful. Why don't you come out and walk together?" Every word comes out, such as beautiful music. The beauty of a gentleman in adulthood.
So Zhuge Liang and I strolled in court. Looking at his back, he said, "Mr. Wolong, who knows astronomy above and geography below, is knowledgeable and versatile." Have you ever regretted your devotion to repay the kindness of the late emperor? " He turned around and was silent for a long time. He said, "As you said, I, an intellectual, should have spent the rest of my life in central Gansu, living in troubled times without asking Wen Da to wait for me.
I am very happy that my late master really invited me. Therefore, I promised my late master to help him drive. This is my gratitude to my late master. "
After listening to it, I silently praised Zhuge Liang, impressed by his indifferent and quiet mind, and admired his loyalty. Later, I asked Kong Ming, "Sir, since your debut, you have set fire to a new field and made Cao Jun escape.
Then he sent a special envoy full of Confucianism to Wu Dong, with extraordinary momentum. He borrowed the wind and arrows, and he counted his glory wisely. He really stands tall in Guanzhong and Le Yi. "He just smiled and said," you flatter me! These are my duties as the first emperor, and they are not worth mentioning.
I think I will work hard all my life and do my best until I die. Anding Avenue, United with Wu against Cao, went out of Qishan to conquer the people's hearts and fight against Meng Huo's six vertical and seven capture. Unfortunately, when I succeeded many times, I missed it because of my own negligence. It's really sad. "
After that, my face turned black, and I seemed to blame myself with a lot of sadness, troubles and sighs. I can't bear to see it. I said, "Sir, don't blame yourself too much. This is because the situation at that time was out of touch, and the late master Liu Chan made no progress. He listened to rumors and became close to sages.
Even if Mr. Wang has the ability to save the world, he is embarrassed and frustrated. I have heard that when Li Qingzhao was sad, he said, "Looking for it, it is cold and lonely, and it is sad and miserable." I hope Mr Li Can doesn't blame himself too much. "
At this time, his face began to become calm and gradually improved, and my heart relaxed and became less comfortable. He approached me, looked at me affectionately and touched me gently. I saw blood boiling in his eyes and tears blurred his eyes. He said to me, "The afterlife is awesome!" Talking to you makes my heart a lot easier and calmer.
Mark my words: "don't do it because of small goodness, and don't do it because of small evils." I believe you can beat shine. Goodbye! "Say that finish, he left.
I stood in situ, silently thinking back, how many things, ancient and modern, have paid a joke.
8. Ask for a beautiful and uplifting 600-word Chinese composition about ancient languages. Once upon a time, I dreamed of talking with the ancients and understanding their spirit.
But it is difficult to achieve. In my dream, I went back to ancient times, their times, and my soul was baptized by their great spirit! On the bank of Miluo River, I saw an unyielding figure. He stood quietly. In his mind, the face of the treacherous court official and the demise of the country, like the galloping Miluo River, hit his heart again and again. He was very helpless and sighed.
The Miluo River, which has never roared here. Qu Yuan, your loyalty can touch the world! On the plains of Zhang Wu, your life falls with the sunset. In the cry of Shu, you left quietly. You only took away your ambition, and there is no money left for a generation. How noble you are.
You dedicated your life to it until you died. Before the conquest, he died and the heroes cried on their coats.
Kong Ming, how great your spirit is and how clear-headed you are! Under the South Mountain, next to the East Lane, is your easy-going back. The whole world is muddy, and you are the only one. Everyone is drunk, and you wake up alone. You'd rather be with chrysanthemum than go into the dark gu ā n ch m: ng, or pursue fame and fortune, just to have a clear conscience. For thousands of years, chrysanthemums have never bloomed like this again, just because you left. Tao Qian, your reputation has been passed down from generation to generation.
On Dongting Lake, the famous saying, "Worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later" is still echoing. You care about the people, how noble you are, born at the wrong time, but still refuse to give up. You have never forgotten to strive for self-improvement in adversity, and your lofty aspirations are still unforgettable. Fan Zhongyan, history will never forget you! Full of pride, I plan to ride the wind and waves and hang sails to help the sea.
Boldly thinking about our generation, striding out of Tianmen, but frustrated. We ended up in a place where talent is useless. We had no choice but to speak lychee, and finally chose to send a boat instead of sacrificing ourselves to serve the dignitaries. Li Bai, you deserve to be Brewmaster. Let's have a glass of muddy wine tonight! On the banks of the Wujiang River, facing the rolling Wujiang River, there are millions of Han soldiers. Have you ever been afraid? How brave you are to cross the battlefield and cross the rubicon to destroy Qin Jun. You would rather die than cross the river and commit suicide on the banks of Wujiang River. How brave you are when blood splashes on this rolling battlefield! Overlord, your heroism still echoes in our hearts! In my dream, I watched these figures go away, disappear, disappear in the ocean of history, without a trace, as if they had all disappeared! Don't! I was wrong, and their spirit. Actually, I've been talking to them. In the immortal spiritual dialogue with them, the vast sea of history can not help but make them dazzling. In thousands of years of history, their spirit is shining.
Although they passed away, their spirit lives on forever. This is the wealth and soul of our nation! The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes.
Let us remember them, let our souls be baptized, inherit their immortal spirit, carry it forward and let it shine in the world! I wrote a 300-word essay on ancient Chinese this afternoon, and decided to chat with my father about ancient Chinese all afternoon. There can be no modern literature during the period, and whoever can't hold it first will fight * * *! Although I have read almost all the ancient versions of the four classical novels, I sometimes make mistakes.
Talking less will reduce the possibility of making mistakes. With this in mind, I grabbed Dream of the Wolf King and prepared to learn. When I cried for Zilan's feat, my father held back: "What shall we eat tonight?" I thought to myself: how should I answer? Dad must want me to make a mistake. I'm not being cheated.
"No need for special preparation, it seems very good as usual!" Dad looked indignant and said, "Promise!" "Yo, quick response! I had a plan in my heart and shouted, "Father!" " Embarrassed as it was, I insisted, "Dad!" "Call ... for my father?" "Nothing." I replied.
Dad has a look of "you little villain". He feels what to say, but he doesn't know what to say.
After a long time, I said, "You can't teach a boy." "What is a boy?" "obedient son, right ... obedient son!" I couldn't help laughing: how can there be such an explanation? "Step down, get ready to eat and call again."
I answered this sentence. "Go to your father first."
It's really embarrassing! "Have a meal!" Dad shouted, and I immediately shouted, "You are wrong!" " To bluff, I shouted again, "Take the board! Beat this guy to eighty boards and send him to the kitchen! " Then walk away. Looking at the bright moon with a telescope at night: the ancients were too tired to speak.
When my neck ached, I put down my telescope: Hey, let the ancients speak modern words ... Haha, it's not easy! Writing a 600-word composition of the ancients, the impression of ancient times is only related to the luxuries like "flowers" on the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the night breeze and the Qinhuai River. Maybe you can find the stone road during the day, but you always feel that there is indestructible decay and light swing in your bones.
Time flies, like Confucius and Mencius, I read historical records, travel around the world and follow the author's unique brushwork. Only then did we find that the nobleness we can't find has flaunted to the sky and shrunk into a bright night star, scarlet in the dusk.
Seeing Fish from a Deep Angle by Han Fei is the most concise and comprehensive exposition of Han Fei's life. You are knowledgeable and knowledgeable.
However, the Korean king was not cleaned up in the middle of the night, but was rewarded by Ying Zheng. As long as you stop, your methods, skills and strength will run through the king, but "you didn't let the king meet you, but Yang Fei looked at you from a distance."
In the past, classmates were jealous of your talent and hurt you secretly. Later, Sima Qian respected you very much and left the words "Han Fei was imprisoned in Qin", "difficult to talk about" and "lonely and angry". From then on, I believed that you were the brightest night star in the Warring States period.
And your perseverance and chastity, your "insight into the fish", are the last lessons for villains and men. How charming does Qu Lan think Pei Quyuan should be? Qiu Lan once told me: Every day, you walk along the Miluo River and get familiar with the surrounding herbs.
However, before going to Pingchuan, you need to "search up and down", which is a knot that you can't solve all the time. You raised your sword and said, "I can tease the spirit, and I will lead you with thunder."
But, what's the use? "Then let the wind through your slightly gray hair. There are rumors that you are crazy all day after witnessing a thunderstorm, leaving Qiu Lan at your feet, abandoning Chu Yin for a badge, and running aimlessly like a child.
One day, you read The Long Road to Xiu Yuan and set foot on the clear and swift river. You really regard water as a gentle road in your heart. Maybe, just because there is no road.
Of course, everything I say is beautifying your tragic existence. But even if.
9. 600-word composition of the first day: The ancients said: "Happiness is a kind of beauty. I met you in the vast sea of people. I am grateful to God for creating you at the same time, so when the wind blows, I will think of you. In the days with you, life is no longer lonely. When I looked back, I was shocked to find that acquaintance is a kind of beauty!
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Chunxiao-Xiao
The undercurrent of dawn glides across the sky, bringing a prosperous memory, the beginning of a dream, and the return of time. It was also that morning that we first met.
Fate is a very intriguing thing. I think some things are doomed from the beginning. When I open the paper of memory and think of those happy days, my heart will always be filled with something called happiness.
Coincidentally, we live so close, I often go to her house on Sundays to do my homework, talk about ideals and talk about animation. My love for animation is also because of her.
When the misty spring rain comes, I only remember singing.
Summer Ice Cream-Leiyang
She always gives me a fresh feeling, full of energy and brings happiness, just like ice cream in summer.
However, she was the first person to leave us.
What I remember most are two pictures, one is that everyone gathered around to listen to her singing during military training, and the other is the last microcomputer tree.
Gorgeous words bloom from her hands, or belong to our wishes, and she writes them on the last page of the roster. When I went to the computer room again, I regretted to find that the paper was gone, just like she is now.
Ice cream in summer, the air is filled with the smell of water. Where are you now?
Brilliant autumn-Stefanie
Yanzi is a child who loves poetry. She always stubbornly calls herself a child.
Because of that book, a set of books I love deeply, I met her. The ancients said, "There are thousands of millet in the book, a golden house in the book, and Yan Ruyu in the book." I think there is friendship in the book, pure and flawless.
I like stefanie's literary talent very much. She wrote me a poem when she graduated, and now I have forgotten it.
Autumn, sometimes filled with sadness, but also mixed with the joy of harvest, contradictions combined with each other, really like her.
Winter sunshine-cheese
I think I really should thank her now. I have completely hated the cold of black holes. She is like the sunshine in winter, which brings me warmth and makes me regain that happiness.
The sunshine in winter taught me to get out of the haze and make me reborn. ...