In the study, work and even life, we often see the figure of the essay, right, with the help of the essay people can reflect the objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and transfer knowl
In the study, work and even life, we often see the figure of the essay, right, with the help of the essay people can reflect the objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and transfer knowledge and information. So you know how to write a good essay? The following is my collection of 9 eighth grade essays for you, welcome to read and collect.
Eighth grade essay Part 1The soil nurtures everything in the world, and everything grows by it. Without the soil, the flowers will not be so delicate; without the soil, the grass will not be so vibrant; without the soil, the trees will not be so strong; without the soil, the landscape will not be so beautiful; without the soil, everything can not be nourished, the oasis will turn into a desert ......
The soil is ordinary and simple, silent dedication, do not ask for return, it is It is so selfless, generous and thick! It hides itself, so that everything in its "careful care", slowly grow up, let them shine ......
The aroma of the soil, intoxicating, want to let people close to, but the flowers are in possession of its fragrance, so that their own attention; the softness of the soil, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing. The softness of the soil, soothing, want to let people touch, but the grass is in possession of its softness, so that they are appreciated ...... The greatness of the soil lies in letting all of its own be possessed by its people, it merits but not to publicize, so that they are ignored and left out in the cold ......
Delicate flowers mocked the soil of the "unbearable", the soil faintly smiled, silent; green grass mocked the soil of the "years have been wasted", the soil is still smiling, silent; thriving trees mocked the soil of the "short", the soil of the "short", the soil is still smiling, silent; the soil of the "short", the soil of the "short", the soil of the "short", the soil of the "short", the soil of the "short", the soil of the "short". short", the soil is still faintly smiling, still choose to be silent ...... all the plants are laughing at it, satirizing it, but the soil is silent, faintly smiling ...... one day, the storm came, which seems to be also In the mockery, irony soil "useless", the soil did not angry, calm and collected, at that moment, the soil seems so great, noble! Flowers because too weak, can not withstand the wind and fell; trees because too strong, can not withstand the torture of thunder and lightning, and fell; grass because too weak, can not withstand the heavy rain, and fell, gradually, all creatures have fallen, leaving the "full face of wounds" of the soil! ...... wind, rainstorms and thunder and lightning seem to be very satisfied with their own "masterpieces", happy to go back, leaving a mess and the soil's faint sadness, after the rain cleared, bright and beautiful rainbow gives the soil new hope, the soil with their own all life and The soil gives new life to flowers, grass, trees and other things with all its life and energy. It makes the flowers beautiful again, makes the grass green again, makes the trees strong again, makes everything more perfect ...... flowers, grass, trees ...... suddenly clear, wake up, very ashamed, because if there is no soil it is impossible to have today's so beautiful! ......
The soil is a great credit, everyone praised it, but it does not care about any credit, still that selfless dedication, quietly for all things to hold up a piece of heaven and earth, until forever ......
Eighth grade essay Part 2In the afternoon. Xiao-ting went home alone. She didn't wait for her best friend Xiaoyun.
"It's so hot, buy a cup of milk tea." She mumbled to herself and went alone to a new milk tea store called "Summer's Promise" by her home.
Xiao-ting looked at the warning posted on the door of the store: "Anyone who enters this milk tea store must not return to your city within one day.
This is the first time I've ever seen a person who has been in a hurry to get back to the city. It's okay to lie to children, but not to me. She glanced at the warning sign and pushed the door open.
"What? Here it is." Xiao-ting froze. This was underwater! One was actually able to breathe underwater? And be able to walk normally? A strange voice floated from behind Xiao Ting. Xiaoting froze and turned her head. An orange and white clownfish sat on top of a cream-colored balloon. It jumped a few times and the balloon made a honking sound like a small car. Xiao-ting looked at the clownfish incredulously, "You speak human?" "Yes, in the 'City of Summer', all the fish and mammals speak human. Excuse me, I'm off to the Summertime Ball. You're a tourist, aren't you, so why don't I take you with me?" "Sure, sure! Thank you." Xiao-ting happily got on the milky white balloon.
The milky white balloon flew all the way through the water. The buildings on both sides of the water were going backwards. Xiao-ting was mesmerized: there were candy-shaped houses, wine-bottle-shaped apartments, and a movie theater that looked like a windmill.
The balloon finally came to rest in a basketball hoop. Looking down from the basketball hoop: meh! It's a huge plaza that becomes a surfboard as a whole! No, not into, but an actual giant surfboard!
"Let's go down." The clownfish took Xiao Ting's flamboyant hand and swam to a place where the bubbles were gathered, then pushed her.
"Ah--" Xiao-ting closed her eyes in fear. At this moment, she felt like she was riding a roller coaster, flying on the track. At this time, the comforting voice of the clownfish came from her ears, "Don't be afraid, it's okay. Trust me, open your eyes and look."
Xiaoting tried to open her eyes according to what the clownfish said: "Oh my God! What a giant bubble roller coaster!" Transparent bubbles carrying Xiao-ting, as if in a rapid drift to the center of the "surfboard". The bubbles next to it are the ripples of water, agitating together, like countless children, mischievous hovering around.
"Look! We're here!" The clownfish pointed ahead triumphantly.
Wow! It's a summer ball, but it's actually a cool amusement park!
Lots of fish in a circle, with lots of colorless liquid spraying at them from both sides. "Hahahahaha!" Fish are also lively and playful? That's marvelous! Xiao-ting thought to herself. "Hey, look here! It's an ice-cream party." The clownfish nudged Xiao-ting who was lost in thought. Tiny turned her head again in delight. The ice creams were dutifully lined up in 3 columns, all labeled with Arabic numerals. With a wiggle, they slowly made their way over to a large scoop. After a few swings, they jumped to the center of the scoop. The big spoon took over the "active hook" of the ice cream, and then gently popped - whoosh, whoosh, whoosh - as if off the string of the arrow, flew to the "ice cream party" watching the audience. The audience is watching the "ice-cream party".
A vanilla-flavored ice-cream popped into Xiao-ting's face. Xiao-ting couldn't help but shiver, "Wow, it's so icy!" Then she didn't forget to lick it, "Wow, it's delicious!"
"Yikes, we've been playing for 25 hours." The clownfish surprised Earth with a glance at his watch. Then looked at Xiao-ting with a dismayed face, "I'm sorry, it's time for me to send you back."
"Huh? So soon." Xiao Ting opened her mouth wide.
The clownfish pursed her lips and took out something that looked like gum from her bag and handed it to Xiao-ting, "Eat it and you can go back."
Xiao-ting took it with fondness and put it in her mouth for a while to chew. Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice calling her, "Tingting, wake up."
"Huh?" Xiao-ting opened her eyes. Mom was standing in front of her. Everything around her was so familiar: the white ones, the blue wallpaper, the purple bed. It turned out that she had a dream?
After breakfast, Xiaoting rushed to the "Summer Promise".
The other day, I had a sudden idea to write an article and send it to the editorial department. When I said I would do it, I hastened to write an essay on the topic of My Little Bedroom, then I asked my father to type it on the computer and send it to the editorial office for me, but after I typed it, my father said, "Do you want to let your teacher Ming change it for you? Maybe the result will be better." I thought for a while and said, "OK, this is also safer, after all, it is the teacher who knows more." The next day, I took the printout to school. In my heart, I was muttering: the teacher is usually very serious, will accept it? Besides, how can I give it to the teacher? As it happened, after the morning reading, the teacher sat on the podium by himself, I took the opportunity to go over to Mr. Ming and said, "Mr. Ming, you help me to change this essay, okay?" Mr. Ming said cheerfully, "Yes, why not." I was so happy that I didn't expect Mr. Ming to be so easy-going. By the end of the afternoon, Li Guanyu but gave me two drafts, one is a printout, the original draft I gave to the teacher; one is a handwritten draft, I do not know who copied, the font is very clear. I asked the language class representative Li Guanyu, but he let me guess, hmm, guessing their own guess, what's the big deal! I also No. This is not written by Ms. Ming, she looked at it and said "yes", I immediately felt my nose sore, I really want to cry, in the face of this manuscript, it is not difficult for me to imagine you in the busy schedule to take time to copy this manuscript. Love, a thousand variations, some people say that love is like the sea, unfathomable; some people say that love is like sweet rain, sweet; some people say that love is like the spring breeze, warmth; but I say, love is like water, plain and simple, but when you need it, it's right next to you.
8th Grade Essay Part 4She has a not-so-good-looking face, three worm-like wrinkles crawling up her forehead, thin curved eyebrows and square-framed glasses wrapped around her black eyes, a high nose straight up to the eyebrows, unusually prominent, and no grace to speak of mouth with a little bit of freckles. A person with such an ordinary appearance, she was my mother.
It was such a face that had something I admired, respected and feared. Every day after school, she must be waiting at the door, looking at me with a smile, not waiting for me to slow down, and then turned into a kind of majestic eyes, patrol a bit, and there is no suspicious items, let me go to write homework.
After this pass, definitely not the next pass, she will take your homework, and search out the things in the bag, and pretend to hang clothes, pull out the clothes in the things, then, she will be satisfied with looking at the harvest of the booty, and with these items out of the study, peace of mind to do their own things.
This is my "gentle" mom, look at you, you take the initiative to take out what should not take, look at you three eyes, to ensure that you will never do what should not be done.
eighth grade essay Part 514 years old, the girl budding days. I don't know, a good face, so quickly by the "acne army" to dominate, so woeful.
The heart is a bit annoying.
So a person quietly to the mirror, look up and down look left look right look ...... At first, the small pimples are only a grain of two grains of three or four grains, scattered on the cheeks of the face, like the prairie on the helpless children; now, even like what heard the rallying cry, all of a sudden, "shook out the sky little stars! "I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
The heart is a little confused.
So I invited "Liu Hai'er". The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots, and you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots that you want to wear. However, once encountered windy days, or in gym class hot and sweaty, this time bangs will be "green hills can not cover", either high up, or wet contraction up, small pimples so "original form", causing a burst of "The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
I was a little anxious.
So hard, stood in front of the coat mirror, with a hand squeeze pimples, vowed to sweep them away.
I'm a bit angry.
So no longer pay attention to the small pimples, anyway, "wildfire can not be eliminated, the spring breeze blowing again". Without my "war of aggression", the small pox are again fast and lively jumping around, free and easy, if the happy little angel. And once I got rid of the pestering of small pimples, the heart will have a clear feeling, vaguely, think small pimples are also strange cute.
A little bit brighter.
So I couldn't help but gently caress the small pimples, and suddenly I had a jolt, thinking that this small pimples she could be the gift of youth! I remember once read a book, there is a passage in the book, to the effect that the youth season is cheerful and charming and restless season, if your mind in the pursuit of knowledge, your youth will be full of vigorous vitality; if you dwell in the trouble can not extricate themselves, your youth will be bitter and boring.
The heart is a little happy.
So my thoughts ran up, and I finally realized that this little pimple toying with me turned out to be on behalf of the youth to test me, test me in the face of trouble, how to learn to adjust themselves. The little pimple that teased me turned out to be my close friend, she stuck in my ear and whispered to me "youth = (knowledge + joy - trouble) × struggle".
The heart is a little hot.
So I felt a little pimple jumping down from my face, and they surrounded me, holding my hand and laughing, running together to a garden with flowers and green leaves.
Oh, acne, you and I are a pair of good friends!
8th grade essay Part 6"The mountain has a wood and a branch, the heart pleases the gentleman and the gentleman does not know ......"
Grandmother often hummed this song, off and on, and still hear the lyrics. We are young, we have unlimited yearning for love, grandmother's "Yue Ren song" makes me curious. What kind of warmth does this gentle, lingering music contain, and why does it break people's hearts so much? I held my grandmother's hand and asked her to tell me the story. The first time I saw this, I was able to see the woman's face, and I was able to see the woman's face. The old man's face showed a gentle smile, like the sunlight that had just passed through the gap between her hands. She was caught up in her memories, her eyes were lost, and not far away from a focus - she was a traveler, on a train named Memory ......
The 1970s was a distant era. At that time, although the grandmother was born in a poor mountain village, but beautiful. "Coquettish smile, beautiful eyes." The village schoolteacher said this about her. The teacher is the one who has become her lifelong obsession.
That day, my grandmother was walking outside the yard. The first time I saw this, I heard the sound of a poem coming from the river not far from me. The grandmother was not highly educated, but she was particularly fond of beautiful, rhythmic poems. She listened, and followed the rhythmic "water filled fields with rice leaves, sunlight through the trees, dawn smoke low" to go. Gently poking through the trees, she saw him holding a book of poems behind his back. The sunlight through the dense canopy of trees, traced a vague outline on his body. She stood quietly behind the bushes, not daring to startle him. Everything was silent, except for the mesmerizing sound of reading aloud. But somehow, a painted bird suddenly flew up from the bushes and dashed into the sky. She was startled by the sudden change, and what she feared more-and perhaps expected somewhat-was that he had been startled. He turned around and just happened to meet her coppery eyes. She froze, then suddenly realized something and turned to run away. She ran all the way, as fast as her heart was beating. Her face burned red, not knowing what this meant.
The moment their eyes met, the gears of fate that belonged to them - began.
Since then, she would drift off from time to time, and even her family said she was possessed. Grandmother was no ambiguous person, and she would try to find a way to let him know what she was thinking. She searched for a handkerchief - her favorite thing in life - and wrote her heart completely on it: "The mountain has wood and the tree has branches." When she had finished writing, she ran to the school, folded it, placed it lightly on his chair, and then pushed the chair into the desk. She paced back and forth in front of the desk to make sure it was right, and ran out of there before anyone else came. All the way, there was the sound of her light footsteps.
The wait was always long, and she counted the minutes on her fingers. Finally, on the second day, there was a knock at the door, and she thought it was him. Her heart had never beat so fast, so fast that she could hear it clearly. Unable to wait, she opened the door and there stood one of the kids from school. "Yes?" She tried desperately to hide the loss that was so hard to hide. Before she could speak, the kid held a small wooden box up to her. "Sister Ting'er, this is what Mr. Shen asked me to give you." Him? She took the box and clutched it tightly, as if it would disappear if she let go. "Thank you." She returned a grateful smile. Turning to close the door, she gazed at the box. Unable to wait to open it, inside lay the square of handkerchief she had given her. He returned it? She thought so as she opened it. Unlike her beautiful and small characters, there were a few pale words written on it: "The heart pleases the king and the king is known." She was overjoyed. Turning her eyes, there is another note in the box: See you at the river at three o'clock in the afternoon. Now a quarter of an hour short of three o'clock, but she did not know why she hoped to arrive earlier. By the time she got there, he would already be waiting. The two of them did not know what to say for a moment, but just smiled unnaturally. The feelings at that time, like a full lake, calm and wave-free. From the beginning of the unnatural, to the later hush, they have also thought of talking about marriage.
She thought that their relationship would be like others, smooth sailing, but it was not what she had hoped. Agreeing to find the right opportunity to confess to her respective family, she thought things would not change and explained everything to her family that night. She waited expectantly for the words of agreement, but her father was the first to stand up and object: "No. Absolutely not! Absolutely not! What good life can that poor teacher give you!" She had never expected this outcome and was momentarily stunned by her father's veto. "Ting'er, listen to your father. You said you chose the poorest in the village over anyone else." "You guys always look at others like that! I don't care! Your opposition is useless!" Her fierce resistance made her parents look like they didn't recognize her. "You ......" Before she could finish her sentence, a slap mark appeared on her face, and the red color was especially vivid on her face. She cried and ran out.
And this is a long way to go.
The first year, grandparents got married. They had no family or friends in this strange place. There was no grand wedding, let alone a banquet, and the table was set with a single dish - as her parents said. "I'm sorry." Grandfather said softly. Grandmother said nothing, shaking her head vigorously, shaking it so hard that tears spilled out and landed on the backs of her hands, gradually dispersing. He knew that she was homesick. "The mountains have wood and the trees have branches, the heart pleases the gentleman and the gentleman does not know ......" He hummed this song that he composed himself, which was supposed to be a wedding gift for her. She listened to the song, her face eventually showed a smile.
The next year, my grandmother gave birth to the fruit of their love - that is, my father. According to my grandmother, my grandfather was so scared that he couldn't stand up when he saw her pale face and hazel eyes. But he didn't even look at my father. He stumbled over to my grandmother and wrapped his arms around her. My grandfather's head was against my grandmother's hand, and he couldn't say a word, only a tear crossed my grandmother's arm.
He cried.
Their relationship should have been at peace after my father's birth, but fate refused to let it go. Since my father's birth, life has become even more difficult. My grandfather gave up his teaching career and took on several odd jobs to make ends meet. As a result, he was overworked and developed tuberculosis. At that time, tuberculosis was incurable. In order to borrow money to save her grandfather's life, my grandmother went from door to door, begging and kneeling to many people, being rejected by others, and being stared at many times.
A few months later, my grandfather passed away. The last image he left with his grandmother was the handkerchief he was clutching in his hand. His mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to sing that song to his grandmother for the last time.
"The mountain has a wood, the wood has branches, the heart is pleased with the gentleman, the gentleman does not know ......"
Grandmother no longer have the money to give his grandfather buried, only the good people to help make a simple mound. And grandmother again grandfather's grave heartbreaking cry, let the people present for the shock.
The only thing she had to rely on in this life, the only love, only left her, and a baby.
Grandmother became alone. She wanted to go back to her parents, but she has long been ashamed of them, how can it be aggravated; she also wanted to give up, went with her grandfather, but she still has a child. The life of two people is not easy, and she can imagine the life of one person, bitter.
Early, her temples stained frost, rough fingers, not like the same age of women young and beautiful. In every silent moonlit night, she did not know holding the child in her arms crying a few times, crying, crying, her tears seem to flow dry.
It is said that time is the most magical healing medicine, can wash away all the human wounds. But I don't think so, it just buried the scars deeper, to say that the cure, the pain of the bone can be easily smoothed out?
My father was my grandmother's only spiritual support, and she spent all her time raising him. Now, finally, her grief can stop.
My grandfather's belongings were kept by my grandmother, and were displayed all over the house. The house was already small and crowded. That time, we used as much as possible to persuade her politely tone. But when we talked about it, she blocked them with her body and said in a shaky voice, "No. Don't take him away, don't take him away! Don't take him away, don't take him away! Please ......" I don't know to whom Grandma was addressing, to heaven or to us. Her almost pleading tone pierced our hearts. The first thing I've noticed is that I don't know what to say.
It turned out that the grief and thoughts did not fade away with time.
Now, sitting in the sunshine, she is smiling. "Grandmother, do you still often think of the past?" I asked carefully. "Think, how not to think. But the things I think about are happy things. Those sad things are in the past." Grandmother smiled bashfully.
"I'm tired." Grandmother said slowly. "Tired then let me help you get some sleep." I responded. Grandmother lifted her hand slightly so that I could help her to the edge of the bed and sit quietly. "But I can't sleep." I smiled at her, knowing how she would fall asleep. Grandmother slowly lies back down, the corners of her mouth turning up. I held her hand, softly humming: "The mountains have wood and trees have branches, the heart pleases the gentleman and the gentleman does not know ......" She smiled, seemed to fall into the honey, and closed her eyes. I don't know whether she is listening, but suddenly, her flaccid corner of the eye gradually seeped out a tear, flowed through the silver gray temples disappeared, like a drop of manna into the dry land, more like a drop of rain drifting for a long time, and finally in the land to find a home. Her breathing is slow and steady, and the one thing that remains unchanged is the smile that always hangs there.
In the dream, the grandmother again encountered her most beautiful youth.
There is a kind of flower that never withers in the season of youth, and there is a kind of memory that never fades with the light of day.
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You are going to graduate and leave me soon, but I will always treat you as my friend. I like your kind of unique character, you are also like a spring, I am good to you, you are better to me.
I remember when I was a child I went to move crabs with you. We came together to a clear and bright creek, the surrounding scenery is very beautiful, the leaves of the trees are shiny green, the grass is also green to force your eyes, and the golden rape flowers. We took a big step to the center of the stream, the water was so cool, and it instantly lifted both of our spirits. Although the mountains and the water attracted me, we didn't want to lose the great opportunity to catch crabs. Because the current is too fast, so we made a division of labor, you move the stone to open, I will be in the stone open a moment, catch the crab.
It did not take long for us to have a tacit understanding to catch 8 crabs, when we opened to catch the ninth crab, my hand was bitten by the crab, you also pretend to be a mother like coaxing me to comfort me, so that I am very touched, and after that, you baked a crab for me to eat, although half raw and half-cooked, but this is the best thing I have ever eaten.
At that time, the wilderness was our happiest world, the stream, grass, sky and birds were our best friends. Listening to your funny words, how many crisp laughter just swept with the wind ...... At that time, we winked mischievously at each other, we know each other's little heart, the road to growth is brighter and more eye-catching because of the company of friends.
And your friendship, like a cup of refreshing wine. I will treasure it in my memory, and I hope that you will be able to enjoy Pepsi and smile a lot. I hope this glass of wine will last for a long time.
When we said "Hello" to each other with a smile a long time ago, I knew that you are a fixed frame, not a guest.
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If someone asks, what role does friendship play in our lives, I think most people can't really say a reason, but the last word must be those four words - irreplaceable, or Indispensable.
What will be the appearance of no friends, I'm not sure, but I know that, unless there is a very strong heart, he must be very lonely, no object to say heartfelt words, no one to share the happy things, no one to share the sadness, no one to share the worry, no companion to do the game, no "tree hole" can accommodate the pain. ...... themselves can't play the role of a confidant and a listener, many joys and warmth and their own not a bit of relationship.
That's how lonely life is!
And friends play such a role: "hole" and "garbage can", partners and support ...... they give us rely on, comfort, courage and trust; they Listen to us, even if it is the deepest things, but also can speak freely, without reservation; in our wandering they provide a home, when we are sad and lonely when they accompanied the side, gently say a "I understand"; even if they have not seen for many years, when we meet again is still as never separated, and we sit down, or knee to knee long conversation, or The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you.
The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of a conversation with a friend of my own.
Some people may ask, what is the core of friendship?
People who are not connected by blood or family can rely so closely on each other, where does this energy come from? I thought about this question for a long time - not out of skepticism, but out of respect for friendship to think seriously, and finally got a very simple answer: friends, is not blood family.
We went from strangers without any interactions to those who know each other best; we share the same values and hobbies; we know each other's most humiliating things, and laugh at each other while keeping them a secret from others; we watched each other grow up little by little, and watched each other go step by step towards our dreams, though each other is getting farther and farther away as well.
Real friends will not be sentimental for the parting, since we met, since we once held each other's hands tightly, then no matter how rough the tide, our hearts will not go apart again.
8th grade essay Part 9You are the only and most beautiful gift that the young me has - the title.
The sunlight ran happily towards me with fine steps and a golden dress, and I couldn't catch her, and likewise, I couldn't catch time. I stood in the center of the elementary school campus, stupidly looking at the sunshine of their own black shadow, long and thin, has been stretched to the end. A cool breeze brushed by the ear, I, as if I heard a whisper. At that moment, I seem to have made a deal with the old man of time, I stayed in place, thinking about what had happened here ......
This day, the weather is surprisingly good, the sun hangs high in the sky, like a round of fireballs, exuding her fiery passion. And we have no intention of retreating, still in the playground play and fight. I and my few good friends together in playing sandbags, a few consecutive I received the shuttlecock, which makes me interested in a great deal, but also did not pay attention to the situation next to me. Is playing to the intense part, only to see the air appeared "unidentified flying object", a black thing, against the wind to my side flying, only to hear "hutong" a sound, I was knocked to the ground, I was hit by a full of stars in the eyes, sudden intense pain so that my eyes tears! I was hit by the ball, my eyes were covered with stars, the sudden and severe pain made my tears come out of my eyes, I angrily covered my head, picked up the ball, stood up in a daze, thinking: while there are a lot of people and eyes, I'll just withdraw myself, don't let my classmates and friends notice, and also save them from worrying. I used the head curtain to cover my tears like a tilted sea, and desperately ran towards the classroom. I didn't want them to see my mess.
I ran into the classroom in a hurry, as soon as I returned to my seat, I covered my somewhat swollen head with my arm, when a burst of footsteps in the corridor remembered, I looked up in a state of distress, only to see a large group of people blocking my seat. "Oops, are you okay! Look at all the redness and swelling!" "Don't you need to go to the infirmary to have it looked at?" "Just now it was a small child who accidentally hit you by mistake, he has already admitted his mistake, but then again it seems to have been hit quite seriously ...... looks like that small child is a small diamond ah ...... "I was made to cry and laugh by my friends' sudden remark and broke into tears. I snickered, "Isn't King Kong a gorilla." My friend gave me a blank look and said proudly, "And Transformers!" I looked at her and for a moment forgot about the pain and laughed with everyone else. Teachers also smelled over, after seeing my condition, let everyone take me to the infirmary to see, all the way to laughter, laughs constantly ...... I thought to myself: fortunately, there are you guys in. Fortunately, you are all in!
Unconsciously, I have been standing in place for a long time, I stroked my forehead was hit, as if there are many hands again, many people standing by my side, smiling at me. My eyes became blurred. I thought in my heart: youth you came too early, time you aged too fast. But fortunately, I didn't forget you guys when I was young and remembered you when I was a teenager. The friendship you gave me is something I will never forget! Let you, treasure in the bottom of my heart!