2014年02月21日
The text, into the depths
A long time ago I love sports, they think it is my only merit, then I like the cartoon, we believe that it is the only thing I pursue in this life; and then, ten years later, on my life actually cannot do without words.
And writing began in high school, at that time, I have the habit of writing diaries. Because of inadequate study pressure and interpersonal relationship, I have been very tired, okay, since daily emotions in my diary, my heart kind of unspeakable pleasure.prada handbags sale
Surprisingly, a math test absence, even for life on the text of the small prize. Remember that grief, now is not so deep experience, also forgot what reason, in a spring drizzle Feifei afternoon, I cried a man went to the park, sad cry, endless crying, cried for an hour. I cry, I do not know why just don't stop. Wronged, sad, pain, despair, and in that moment broke out all. Tears, my eyes were red and swollen. The park, spring rain, the pool of tadpoles, intermediate the old tree, water droplets and the infinite romance flying Pavilion, into a sad thoughts in the text of the song, my mind the first own lyrics, fill in, own song.財務
The second day, it is the composition contest, shall be free to play, so I didn't even think to copious and fluent, several thousand words, not two class was finished. My first assignment, very quickly, next to the boy glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, I noticed that, but that is not turned his face to look him in the eye. At that time, no longer so depressed mood, there is a feeling of relaxation.
A few days later, the Chinese teacher called me to the office, see his hand holding my essay, then secretly delighted, with a trace of doubt, will check my composition? "You get back to modify, handed to me tomorrow." It will not be true, God, before writing has never been the teacher praised me, now should be chosen by the teacher? Is unexpected. The teacher gave me a stack of background is blue lattice of paper, that paper quality, not to mention how good, Mo Shangqu skateboarding, shake it clear.
After returning home, I carefully watched the teacher changes, a circle, a horizontal, there are a lot of mistakes, but my heart has a little forget oneself, specially bought a very good performance of the ball point pen, very carefully, very carefully on the new paper modification. How the result is, I will wait.Interesting me a heartless world
Morning exercise is completed, the president began writing contest awards, I on the surface of a solid to be calm, but in her heart a little nervous. When the headmaster read my name, won the two prize is: xxx. My heart can not help a burst of joy. Since then, every language quizzes, in most cases, I can take 50 points.
And writing began in high school, at that time, I have the habit of writing diaries. Because of inadequate study pressure and interpersonal relationship, I have been very tired, okay, since daily emotions in my diary, my heart kind of unspeakable pleasure.prada handbags sale
Surprisingly, a math test absence, even for life on the text of the small prize. Remember that grief, now is not so deep experience, also forgot what reason, in a spring drizzle Feifei afternoon, I cried a man went to the park, sad cry, endless crying, cried for an hour. I cry, I do not know why just don't stop. Wronged, sad, pain, despair, and in that moment broke out all. Tears, my eyes were red and swollen. The park, spring rain, the pool of tadpoles, intermediate the old tree, water droplets and the infinite romance flying Pavilion, into a sad thoughts in the text of the song, my mind the first own lyrics, fill in, own song.財務
The second day, it is the composition contest, shall be free to play, so I didn't even think to copious and fluent, several thousand words, not two class was finished. My first assignment, very quickly, next to the boy glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, I noticed that, but that is not turned his face to look him in the eye. At that time, no longer so depressed mood, there is a feeling of relaxation.
A few days later, the Chinese teacher called me to the office, see his hand holding my essay, then secretly delighted, with a trace of doubt, will check my composition? "You get back to modify, handed to me tomorrow." It will not be true, God, before writing has never been the teacher praised me, now should be chosen by the teacher? Is unexpected. The teacher gave me a stack of background is blue lattice of paper, that paper quality, not to mention how good, Mo Shangqu skateboarding, shake it clear.
After returning home, I carefully watched the teacher changes, a circle, a horizontal, there are a lot of mistakes, but my heart has a little forget oneself, specially bought a very good performance of the ball point pen, very carefully, very carefully on the new paper modification. How the result is, I will wait.Interesting me a heartless world
Morning exercise is completed, the president began writing contest awards, I on the surface of a solid to be calm, but in her heart a little nervous. When the headmaster read my name, won the two prize is: xxx. My heart can not help a burst of joy. Since then, every language quizzes, in most cases, I can take 50 points.
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