Write a 400-word composition with 20 15 national day party.

In the stumbling campus life, cut off the hot summer debris full of time. I am just a child, I will be troubled by exams, I will break my string to avoid practice, and I will hide in the corner and watch cartoons. Ordinary stubborn from the first floor to the fourth floor, sitting in the writing position, looking at the table full of pleasing customs, overlooking the swaying bamboo shadows outside the window. The lights on the blackboard reflect the silent black and white movies of the last century. My deskmate and I are blowing southeast wind, thinking about us who are about to graduate, waving our hands in summer, and we will meet again in the future.

In the morning, I stood by the school lake, watching the flowers smile and heartbeat. 20 13 years, this summer is doomed to flicker, separation, struggle and give up. Our youthful appearance, infected with a third of the fleeting time in the morning light, smeared the air with cool mint, and in time, Jin Ge's iron horse trampled on the oath. Yes, there were no secrets in that youth? I climbed onto the roof in a white dress to see this green space, but I saw you and her sitting under an old tree with a smile and deep eyes. I turned around and the pages were lying quietly on the table, waiting for me to read them.

We are young and ignorant. Straps leave shallow marks on shoulders, eyes are looking forward, and time and childishness are intertwined above us. Every time I was scolded by my teacher, quarreled with my classmates, and failed in the exam, I would stand on the roof and shout, "Things have changed, and heaven remains our neighbourhood." Put away the paper plane, but it took my grievances and my blood to the distance and pierced the imprisonment with the power of youth. I am stupid and always answer a wrong question; I am stupid, I just want to laugh when I am bullied by my classmates. I'm stupid. I will hand over everything I find. What am I like? Will my classmates laugh when they see me many years later? This is the little fool of that year, or maybe I have long been forgotten in a corner. But I won't forget, won't forget you, won't forget our youth.

Where the traveler stands, his heart keeps going. Youth is immortal, it has no end!