Light shines on the mirror, and the mirror accumulates it and refracts it on me. I, shuttling back and forth in this small world woven by light beams, weave a dream of youth that is uncertain.
-Inscription
On a dark night without the moon, I was walking under the shadow of a lamp and suddenly smelled a strange and sad breath. Depression followed. I really want to grow up and walk through this boring and boring cardamom years. I looked at the window as a mirror, and an ordinary figure appeared in front of me, covered with acne and out of shape. Hey, what an ugly duckling!
I suddenly seem to hear a voice calling from a distant place, so I look back hastily. Stunned by the beautiful scene in front of me, meteor, ah, meteor! I want to make a beautiful wish, but the time for making a wish has quietly passed away in surprise. The meteor cuts through the boundless night sky and disappears at the end of the day. I don't feel tears. I'm afraid this self-pity fragile heart is broken and broken into this dripping tear. I regret this fleeting and short-lived beauty. Should my life be so brilliant? Have I ever had such splendor?
I'm trapped in a cage of inferiority, and I can't find my way out. Heartache numb, at a loss, pain at a loss. I just sat in front of the window for a long time ...
I don't know how long it took, but the dawn opened my sleepy eyes. I took a deep breath of fresh air outside the window, walked to the mirror, stretched my arms and stretched myself for a long time. I am still very ordinary, and suddenly, I spread a strange smile. In the mirror, I seem to be suddenly bright, like a butterfly flapping its wings, full of growing passion and vitality. The moment when the bright light of a meteor lit up the night sky suddenly appeared in front of my eyes ...
It's all self-evident. I opened my palm, held the golden sunshine carefully, bent my hands and folded them into a heart shape, facing the mirror and myself!
let dreams fly
I live in a small world of myself,
sadness and inferiority are my clothes,
one day, the dawn shone on me,
shattered my sadness,
so I spread my wings,
rushed out of my cell
let the slightest sunshine
weave new dreams.
-Postscript
Comments by famous teachers:
The author of this excellent examination room is good at creating situations and describing them in detail.
First, we can regard the article as two pictures fixed by focus plane. One picture is dark in tone and dull in atmosphere, showing a depressed, hesitant and self-abased "self", while the other picture is bright in tone and passionate, showing a "self" full of vitality and passion, and vividly showing the topic of "getting out of my little world".
second, we can regard the young author as a master of writing "stream of consciousness". The delicate brushwork of the article describes "I"' s every move, but also describes my psychological activities in large sections. The description object is single, but the brushwork is flexible and there is no sense of repetition.
third, we lament the ingenuity of the little author's conception. The inscription and postscript of the article echo each other from afar, making the article natural. The feelings in the inscription are lonely and depressed, while the poems in the postscript summarize the whole text, make the finishing point and express the spirit of realizing the value of life and being positive.
Highlight: Create a situation to break through the bondage.