In daily study, work or life, many people have had the experience of writing essays, essays are no stranger to it, essays must be to achieve the theme of concentration, around the same theme for in-depth elaboration, avoid East and West, the theme of lax or even no theme. How to write a good essay? The following is my collection of essay: beautiful days, I hope to help you.
Whenever I see the skeleton mask hanging on the wall, I remember what happened last Halloween.
Early that morning, my mom and I went to the supermarket to buy Halloween items. As soon as we entered the supermarket, we saw bloodsucking teeth, skeleton masks, pumpkin headgear, devil capes, etc. In the face of this dazzling array of goods, my eyes are spent. Finally, I bought the skull mask. Finally, on Halloween night, I dressed myself up, put on a skeleton mask, put on a cape, and wore horns that glowed red on my head. When I saw me in the mirror, I couldn't help but laugh, because in the mirror I, looked scary enough to scare people to death. I couldn't wait to go downstairs and walk around the neighborhood, I found that all the lights in the neighborhood had been changed to pumpkin lights, and there was scary music playing on the stone-shaped speakers, and some speakers were playing the story of "Ghosts Knocking at the Door in the Middle of the Night". It was eerie to walk along the street, but that's what Halloween is all about. The neighborhood was full of people dressed as ghosts going door to door asking for candy, their baskets almost full of candy. But some people would only get a little, or even none.
So I said to my mom, "I'm going to ask for candy, too, and you're going to give me a basket, the bigger the better." So my mom gave me an extra large basket. I put on my mask and ran downstairs to my friend's house. I knocked on the door first, and when his mom opened the door and saw me, she thought there was a ghost and screamed in fear, so I took off my mask right away. She was relieved and I told her "Give me candy or I'll come trick or treating." She laughed and walked back into the living room and dumped the box of candy into my basket. At that moment, my friend came out of his room and he had a basket in his hand too, and I could tell by looking at it that he was going to ask for candy too. I went with him to ask for candy, we divided the work, I went from the sixth floor to the fourteenth floor, he went from the first floor to the fourth floor, and we met at the entrance of the first floor. Because I wanted candy from more floors, I got more candy. Finally, I finished my task and hurried to the first floor, only to see him already waiting there. I asked him, "How much sugar do you want?" He replied, "Not much, half a basket." I then shared a little of the candy with him. Then he said to me, "It's getting late, let's go back to our own homes and find our own moms."
And that was the perfect end to a candy contest. That day was the best day I have ever felt.
Essay: The Best Day 2Hee hee, ha ha ha ha A few years ago, I went to Jinjiang Paradise to play the situation and the happy laughter is still in my mind. Yes, the unforgettable thing is not need to take a picture to remember, the good things do not need to use ink and write it down, because, it is not elsewhere, is hidden in our hearts
That day, I looked at the sky particularly blue, the sun is particularly bright, perhaps I was excited about the reason for it, I hummed a tune to follow the mom and dad to go to Jinjiang Paradise to play. Into the gate, a wonderful scene into my eyes: a thousand forms of wooden horses with the children's laughter leisurely up and down, back and forth rotation; exciting bumper cars collide with each other, issued a deafening thumping sound; clumsy Ferris wheel in the high altitude slowly turn, above the tourists as long as the head down a look down, can be all the beauty of the Jinjiang Park at a glance of the beauty of this scenery makes me intoxicated, pulling the The beauty of this scenery makes me mesmerized, pulling my mom and dad's hands and walking quickly towards the front, hoping to start our play journey as soon as possible.
After thinking about it and discussing it over and over, we finally decided to be the first to play the Rapids. As soon as we walked into the door of the rapids, the inside of the aunty carefully intestine for us to put on a swimsuit, put on a swimming circle, and led us to the inflatable yacht, help us on the boat. I couldn't contain my curiosity, once I sat in the yacht, I couldn't help but touch the left and the right, trying to figure out what these things were. Along with the ding bell a sound, the yacht slowly moved, only to see the surrounding water momentum, water flow, the flow of the clattering sound and water impact on the bottom of the boat thumping sound, make a person fearful of the fear of the heart. The yacht gradually up the hill, I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, clenched my fists, frowned tightly, and tried to suppress the heart like a small rabbit thumping, ready to meet the yacht down to the moment of impact. Suddenly, with a loud crash, the yacht swooped down, and I could hear the wind whistling around my ears, as if it were singing a high-pitched, impassioned song. Boom! The yacht's sudden landing, splashed a **** splash, confused splash in our bodies, face, and so the yacht a little bit after the stabilization, I lifted the end of the look, only to see my father and mother are drenched in water, like a drenched chicken, my heart with the flying, just now the nervousness of the clouds suddenly dissipated.
After the rapids, we played a lot more: there are exciting hearts of the pirate ship; there are endless fun dart game; there is a sweet dream carousel
Time with the hourglass quietly flow, the years of notes on a white sheet of paper again and again on the exclamation point.
Essay: Beautiful Days 3In my heart, there are many beautiful days, they are like jewels deep in the bottom of my heart, I'll tell you about the brightest. On that day, my mom and dad and I came to Huangshan Mountain to play.
Come to Huangshan Mountain, the fresh air can not stop leaping to my body, a flower budding, my heart is excited to jump out of the chest. Walking around, the sound of the waterfalls of Mount Huangshan accompanied by the singing of the larks, which seems to be extraordinarily good. Fresh air and the fragrance of wildflowers make people happy.
Walked through the dense jungle, came to a large waterfall. The small splashes of water on me made my heart happy. By the way, our mission today is to catch small fish. Climbing up to the Penny, I saw the waterfall's water was so clear that hundreds of small fish were playing happily. With a net, they swam away. Suddenly saw a small fish in my distant swim, then stretch the net to fish, fish did not get, but their own towards the water down. "Fortunately, my father quickly pulled me back. Dad told me, those fish are very fine, catching fish to be close and then catch, and fast, can not hesitate for half a moment, I also had to wait for the fish close.
Suddenly, a big fish slowly swam to my side, and I used the net to set to the fish with a swift speed. "The water splashed all over me, and when I closed the net, a big fish of one kilogram showed up in front of me, and I put the fish in the bucket in a panic, fearing that it would grow wings and escape. In this way we caught one after another. Two hours passed, we took the war chest to the shore, but could not help but laugh, so we just focus on catching fish, even into the soup chicken do not know!
The good times are always so short, but always treasured in my heart.
Essay: Good Day 4
< the best days, that is, I'm on you, you can still laugh at me >
My space has such a netizen, he will update every day to say, record a certain period of time, a certain day of the trivial and ordinary small things, as small as the contents of the lunch and dinner is, cozy to the wife of the Taobao to the lovely hairpin today, but also can be braving the rain to send his daughter to the school. The rain can also be to brave the drizzle to send his daughter to school ....... Then I told my husband, said when you can also be such a meticulous and warm people. Finally he smiled and said, my love for you is different from the ordinary, it is in my heart, just like the big summer I will still be ready for you to get a good jacket, the cold hard to let you away from me, pressure on the road when you walk on my right hand side, these these don't need me to tell you ahead of time, it is the inertia, can't stop, and so on, and so on when you become an old lady's as well!
Women are really petty, think about it now, I'm still in the small quarrel the day before yesterday, but men can be in the next next second to run to the next second ass to please, and then suddenly came out of the sentence "We still make peace, or I can not sleep." How can it be so goddamned hard to hear that? In fact, I'm especially trying to ignore this inexplicable nagging feeling. I still fussed endlessly about going out and ended up talking about not going anywhere for years, living a big lie and lying to myself. It is said that choice is more important than effort, and it is precisely this choice that is caught up in life, and even stirred up to lose direction.
Mom called and said, a long time no information about me, how can, probably just two weeks.
Have to admit, this time the time period is really a little long, usually usually usually once a week certainly to play, something on the phone. In the evening when my husband came back from work, I began to make noise again, making noise to go back, and could not wait to climb into the car. He began to move out of a variety of reasons to appease me, even coaxed three intimidation, and finally two people consumed to the middle of the night to sleep. This time, the middle of the night rain and wind, arguing countless, I actually favor a trace of complacency.
Perhaps, I have been wondering how did not fight.
Well, I admit, some unreasonable, a little fuss. After all, this person the next day like nothing is, playful and smiling to buy you good food, take you to the movies, in fact, the movie theater is not cold at all, but also have to bring two pieces of clothing, I'm about to cover the prickly heat.
On the way back, I shared something related to a recent colleague. She said that her husband, a big man in his forties, accidentally got a flat tire on the way to work, and then called like a child to tell her that he didn't know what to do? I heard, I think it's funny, who knows I am such a person, in the middle of the day at home to hear a strange sound, on the phone to the husband to hurry back, I do not know also thought what a big deal, it was just a magpie accidentally walked in from the window.
Probably, he is the master of the disturbance, in this kind of flat or waiting for life, have to make it a small wave, so as if it will be able to leave traces in the heart. The moment I remembered the poem of Li Zhi, I thought of it as the most intimate and distant thing, the deepest and the shallowest stream. The highest and brightest sun and moon, the most intimate and distant husband and wife. I don't know, everything in the world is not already predetermined, and then - we met some people, to experience how much noise and tolerance, to understand once the sea, today's precious. If the time suddenly shook like the old, I am still that noisy, but you can still smile at me, in this most beautiful days!
The days of the three days in the countryside are coming to an end. Unconsciously remembered so a sentence, life in the world is the most precious - memories. Remember Hu Xia's song? "The Good Yesterday", "The Good Yesterday you gave me".
From remembering to now, rush on the road of life, there is no lack of passers-by, you do not know who will accompany you to the end, and do not know who will leave you and go ...... Today is my second class, than when I first started a lot more comfortable, no longer so at a loss for words, know how to lure the students, which may be my three countryside! I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to get out of this one!
Children from the first day we came here began to calculate the time of our departure, they sometimes remember better than us, often say, "Sister, you still have five days to go ~", "Teacher, you will leave in three days? " "Yes, then will you miss us?" "En" (nodded) ...... "Can you not leave so early?" (Weakly. Asked in a small voice) "......" At this point I really do not know what to say.
Every year there are three teams to the countryside to come here, but every time the arrival of the brother and sister only come to a ten days to go. That's why some of the kids were counting the day we left on the first day we arrived. However, it was only ten days, but after our brothers and sisters came and played with them, they were still reluctant to let us go. From the first day of our arrival, these children asked all the members of our team for their contact information and numbers. They have been trying to get in touch with us since we left, and so have we.
These kids thought the world of us little teachers was magical. They were very eager for college and thought it was wonderful. In fact, in the university in this more than a year, I feel more confused and disappointed with the university. I feel that college life is really boring. I am in the university management is very strict, feel not as free as I imagined. I began to question whether college could really change my destiny. But when I saw these kids studying so seriously, even in the summer vacation, even if their conditions were so hard. I shouldn't complain so much anymore, I should cherish what I have now. I shouldn't forget how hard I had to work to get into college. These kids are studying so hard even though their conditions are so tough. What right do I have to complain? We came here just for ten days. Soon after the end of this three countryside life.
Although it is said that "there is no such thing as an unending banquet", but no one can face each parting with ease. So I chose to leave my best wishes for them, a thousand paper cranes - wishing them a lifetime of worry.
Essay: Good Day 6One day in July of summer vacation, the sun was shining and the breeze was light and full of energy. Dad took me to Yangpu Park to fly kites. Along the way the grass smiled at me and the flowers nodded to me as if they were happy for me too.
When we arrived at Yangpu Park, we looked up and realized that there were many different kinds of kites flying in the sky, including the mighty eagle kite, the beautiful flower kite, and the lovely beautiful sheep kite, which embellished the sky extraordinarily beautifully. I also took out my precious butterfly kite, which was very beautiful! There are different colors on the wings, including red, orange, yellow, green, green, blue and purple, just like putting on a "colorful clothes". My father first set up the kite with a piece of bamboo, and then put the line on the kite. I took the line, picked up the kite, made the head of the kite slightly upward, and then slowly ran up against the wind. The butterfly kite took off, and as I slowly let go of the line, the kite flew higher and higher, and within a few moments it was in the blue sky. "Great! My kite flew into the sky!" I cheered happily. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and my "little butterfly" started to fall down shakily, and I saw that the kite was about to fall to the ground. I had an idea, firmly grasped the line, changed direction and ran forward a few steps, the "little butterfly" riding the wind upward floating up, I was busy running forward again, while running and looking back. I was busy running forward again, looking back as I ran. My "little butterfly" flew steadily into the blue sky.
You see, my butterfly kite is dancing in the sky, floating with the wind, and the white clouds in the high blue sky make a vivid and beautiful picture. It was a beautiful day, a splendid day.
I don't know why, but I've always felt that writing essays is a happy thing. I remember our time from the third grade began to have a composition class, once every two weeks of composition class is my happiest time, because I think in the composition can say what is in their hearts, can be recently learned methods of description, beautiful words and phrases to use. I also looked forward to the bi-weekly composition lectures because almost every time my compositions were praised by the teacher, and sometimes the teacher would simply hang them up in the classroom for exhibition, which always made me excited for days. The teacher would comment on my essays from the podium, and I would blush a little at first, but after a few times, I would become a little bit proud of myself. My fourth brother was the opposite of me, he was one grade higher than me (he stayed one grade - quietly, otherwise he would scold me), every time he had to do the composition, he always looked sad, even he was copied from my composition, he got a "hairy chestnut" from his strict father! "I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that!
In retrospect, my love of writing is related to my love of reading. My father and eldest brother's bookcase is my favorite place, that "four masterpieces" in the fourth grade has finished, although some places are plausible to understand, but those who describe the scenery, characters, psychology, the plot of the method of letting me gain not school two is probably related to my love of observation. Perhaps by the influence of hard-working and kind mother, I grew up very careful, and especially like the scenery of nature, due to careful observation, so when I learned new words, new rhetorical devices, I can quickly associate them. The third reason, I am afraid, is thanks to my inspiring teacher, a very beautiful and gentle female teacher, who was my first teacher when I learned to write essays, and whose warm encouragement and strict requirements left an impression on my writing path that has not faded away to this day. It was she who read my first essay aloud to the public, and I still remember her beautiful magnetic voice, and it was because of her that I fell y in love with writing essays.
But I also had a painful time, and that was also every composition class. At that time, the composition, is to use the lowercase brush transcription, because my composition is often a torrent, third grade sometimes a composition can be written to eight or nine hundred words, or even more than a thousand words, so in the transcription of the bitter, other people went out to play ping-pong, but I was still in the classroom transcription of the composition it. I had no choice but to be lazy, I invented a lazy way, is to use a thick pencil dipped in ink to write, so it is much faster, but this also finally made my brush writing has not been practiced. Once my strict father, who was known for his good handwriting in the area, found out about it, the consequences are imaginable, my hand was swollen for several days, causing my kind mother to have a good fight with my father. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a good pair of shoes and boots, and you'll be able to get a good pair of shoes and boots.
I like to write essays, so I also have an uneasy relationship with the essay. I am today in the publishing house as the chief editor, all day to others to change the article, like my enlightenment teacher, even their misspelled words I never let go. I still have graduate students with me, and when they ask me to read their articles, they are afraid of me catching typos. Catching typos is now a skill I have to do because I'm an editor, and the editor-in-chief, so I have to. However, after work, I still like to write, because writing an article allows me to say what's in my heart, really a spit and then fast
I like to write essays, children, do you?
I love writing essays, kids, don't you? Very fulfilling! In those days we came up with some spooky idea to play with almost every day. In those happy days, there were fluttering fallen leaves, just like that floating down with the wind, also like our backs ...... But you were just like that suddenly taken away by your mom. You left the day I can not find back to have you in the happy feeling ...... but I will we have had the joy, always remember in my heart, they are my driving force to move forward, always inspire me, accompany me!
When we were young, we are still unintelligent, will think of things very simple, very simple! But this is us!
I remember it was a hot summer evening. We live in the same neighborhood, our parents are very late to come back, so whenever this time my mother afraid I will be afraid to send me to your home with you as a companion! When I came to your house that day, you whispered in my ear, "I'm so bored, how about we go shopping? At that time, I heard buy delicious on the energy, immediately nodded "yes! You immediately pulled me into your room. Then rummage through the cupboard to find something, I asked suspiciously "what are you looking for" you smiled and said "I thought of a good idea, we wear more clothes will not be afraid, mom often and I said that now there are a lot of adults abducting and selling children, told us to be careful, then as long as we wear thick, there will be no adults! I nodded my head and thought to myself, "I'm not afraid! I nodded and thought, "That makes sense!" Do it, we worked for a long time and finally found thick clothes, immediately put on and went out. We held hands, as long as the front walks a grown-up we will avoid one. We always remember in our hearts our mother said to us that some adults abduct children, do not be deceived by them. Some of the adults walking by looked at us with strange eyes. Muttering something under their breath. When we saw it, we felt very strange, but we couldn't care less, just avoiding them. We hid and hid and people entered past my house. I said to you wait for me a while, I go to my house. I took out a cooler from my house. You asked, "What are you doing with this?" I smiled proudly and said "we walk that road so dark, and there are not many people, we put the mat on the head will not see the dark sky!" You even complimented me on the idea. We picked up the mat, which was very heavy for us at that time, and held it above our heads, and we held it in one hand so that we couldn't really see the dark sky! We were so proud of our strange idea. All the way to praise ourselves, singing a cheerful song to go ......
The good old days are just passing so fast ...... Now you and I are not in the same city, but our heart's are the same, yearning for the heart of that good old days, the heart of that good old days, the heart of that good old days. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level!
Essay: The Good Old Days 9School was over, and a tall and tired shadow shook out from the crowded crowd. He is Lin Jia Yu, a junior high school student. In the face of those unimpressive grades, his parents just keep trying to persuade him not to go to high school. Even the teachers have given up on him. Yes, in the eyes of the teachers, he is just a poor student. Even if he didn't go to high school, Lin Jia Yu didn't have any specialties. If he wanted to take the path of art, with his incomplete voice, it seemed that he couldn't hope to do anything. Lin Jia Yu couldn't help but let out a sigh and walked straight ahead with the direction of the crowd. Following the direction that he himself does not know, just as his future is the same ...... passing through the familiar square, only to see the opposite side of the traffic lights flashing breathlessly, the straight crosswalk stood on the lonely Lin Jiya Yu. It was a little cooler now, but Lin Jia Yu put his hands deep into his pockets. I wanted to go straight home, but I heard the lyrics of a song coming from the flowerbed in the plaza, "Now we are on a journey, looking at the sky to find something there, singing a song for those beautiful days ......" "Is it really very beautiful? What?" Lin Jia Yu asked softly. Then she threw her gaze over to where a female high school student was sitting on a bench by the flowerbed. The high school student's back was turned to her, and she could only be seen holding a guitar. Her right hand seemed to be lightly plucking the strings, and the fingers of her left hand were constantly bouncing on the handle, only to feel the harmonious notes flying in the air....... On this day, Lin Jia Yu was lectured by his teacher again. It turned out that he accidentally stepped on the shoes of the class language representative in the morning when he went to school, so the teacher was furious with him. Lin Jia Yu didn't have the heart to listen to the class the whole morning, he was thinking constantly. By the afternoon after school, he found his homeroom teacher for that incident in the morning. Obviously Lin Jia Yu had already apologized hadn't he, he just couldn't figure out why the teacher did this to him. Finally gathered enough courage to come to the teacher ready to ask the truth, but did not expect to open his mouth, the teacher glared at him fiercely and turned away from him no longer pay attention to him....... Lin Jiya Yu's heart messed up, and came to the square there again. You can still hear the words "Now we are on a journey, looking at the sky to find something there, sing a song for that beautiful day ......", the song is warm and soft. Accompanied by this song, he searched in the sea of memory, as if back to the carefree childhood. This feeling caressed his heart over and over again, and it was the first time he felt warmth since his junior year. Lim Jae Yoo couldn't help but curve the corners of his mouth upwards and glanced in the direction of the flowerbed. He wondered why that female high school student was so happy and lively. And what about himself? Sniffling and frowning tightly, he lowered his head and paced towards the opposite side of the road. Time flew by, but the song of the high school student in the plaza remained the same
"Now we, on our journey, are looking at the sky wanting to find something there, singing a song for those beautiful days ......"
This time Lin Jia Yu really couldn't hold back his curiosity so he slowly walked up to the female high school student and courteously bent down and asked softly "May I ask what's the name of the song you're playing and singing?" "Good Day." The high school girl replied bluntly. "I think you play it really well, did you teach yourself?" Lim Jae Yoo raised his pitch.
The high school girl blushed a little, "Thanks, I just really like playing the piano. That's why it's often here ......" her voice was getting smaller and smaller.
Lin Jia Yu saw the somewhat worn out acoustic guitar she was holding tightly in her arms, and said to the high school girl
"This guitar with the pattern is quite special, did someone else give it to you?"
The high school girl slowly raised her head towards the sky for a moment, and could clearly see his lips trembling slightly. Wanting to say but wanting to say something, seeing that Lin Jia Yu is not going to ask again. Only to see her eyes reddish circle, faintly replied "This is my father left me, 'Good Day' is the song he liked before he was born ...... left this guitar and this song, perhaps in order to let me learn to be strong." "Yes ...... I'm sorry ...... I ......" Lin Jia Yu replied hurriedly. Then the female high school student stopped talking. At the same time, Rim Jae Yoo was stunned with what was happening in front of her back and couldn't help but take a closer look at the female high school student. She had long black hair, and two big watery eyes underneath her bangs. Her school uniform was always so neat, and her back was always so straight! There was a determined light in her eyes. Lim Jae Yoo also knew that the high school girl's family was not well off. Lin Jia Yu took a deep breath and stared at the red light across the street. One second, two seconds, three seconds, and finally the green light came on. Looked at the end of the road over there school, dashed over with all his strength ......
"Now we are on a journey, looking at the sky want to find something there, sing a song for those beautiful days ...... "After that Lin Jia Yu often hear this song in the square. And so three months passed. Whenever Lim Jae Yoo came here, it was a place he thought was free of worries. Outside where he suffered from the mockery and sarcasm of others, this was the corner of innocence, of warmth. Gradually, Lim Jae Yoo fell in love with this place, and slowly he and the female high school student became good friends without words.
In the days that followed, a miracle happened around the teacher and the students. While the students are sweating in the activity class, a messy-haired Lim Jae Yoo is in the classroom studying hard. While the students were fighting fatigue, Lim Jae Yoo was staring at the blackboard without moving. The class exploded for a moment, but Lin Jia Yu faced the most ridicule and sarcasm.
"Is it hard to be first in the class? Lin Jia Yu?" The classmates pretended to be surprised.
"No, I'm just ......" This left Lim Jae Yoo speechless.
Unprecedented! Lim Jae Yoo actually came to the evening study hall! Only to see that he gently pushed open the door and nodded to the homeroom teacher, and then went around a corner of the class from the back door. After hearing only a sharp ringing of the bell, everyone immediately fell silent. The teacher was sitting on the lectern preparing for the lesson, but there were always voices talking below. The teacher said impatiently, "Some students, pay attention." A short while later the teacher seemed to have something to go out. This is a mess, the noise is getting louder and louder. What to pass notes, play with cell phones everything ...... Lin Jia Yu froze, could not help but hit a cold war. Suddenly, the class teacher slammed the door and came in. Staring angrily at everyone, the air in the class froze. Everyone panicked at once, except for Lin Jia Yu who frowned and read there. Luckily, the school bell rang at this time. The teacher then twisted her head and walked out, leaving the class empty all of a sudden. Lin Jia Yu had to clean up the classroom alone and turned off the lights and left. But he didn't realize that the teacher was watching him from the opposite side of the school building ......
Unconsciously it was a warm spring day, which seemed to be the birthday of a female high school student. She wanted Lim Jae Yoo to sing 'Good Day' for her to celebrate, her eyes shining with sincerity. Lim Jae Yoo blushed a little and said in embarrassment
"That, it's better not to. My voice isn't good ......" For Im Jae Yoo he indeed couldn't do it. The high school student didn't say anything and just smiled at him.
Finally came the day of the final struggle, and Lim Jae Yoo no longer had time to go to the square there. During these days, he realized that there were gradually more friends around him. He appeared in many activities, and yes, it was evident that he was changing. It was during class that the homeroom teacher would sometimes call him up to answer questions. Lim Jae Yoo had found his true self, he needed the confident Lim Jae Yoo, the Lim Jae Yoo who pursued his ideals. I just remember the last time he presided over the class meeting, the teacher and his classmates were in tears ......
The success of the work.
He successfully got into high school, though not the best one.
In the height of summer, he came to the square. In the midst of the cicadas, the dense trees seemed to cover half the sky, dragging the bench into its embrace. However, the familiar song was not heard. I later learned that the female high school student had reported to the university two days ago. I heard that her grades were among the top in the city and that she had gotten into a major university. Lin Jia Yu could not help but smile ......
He looked at the traffic light, flickering. As if he saw the one from yesterday, the weak and unconfident one. At this time, wearing black-framed glasses, Lin Jia Yu's eyes also flashed out like a high school student. With that touch, that warmth and confidence. Stopped to look at the red light across the road, one second, two seconds, three seconds ......
firmly sang: "Now we are on a journey ...... looking at the sky want to find there ...... something, sing a song ...... for those wonderful days ......"
The song rang out.
Essay: beautiful days 10Today I drove to Fengyukou with my mom and dad, we drove in and there were a lot of mountains there, we drove on the mountain road, which was very slippery, and my dad drove carefully. The mountains were so beautiful. There was a lot of snow covering the mountains, and there was a lot of snow on the trees, and there was a little river with water crashing through it. I told Dad I really wanted to stop and play. Dad said, "Let's just look around and find a place to play on the way back." I was really looking forward to it!
As we drove down the road, I felt like I was driving up a hill and down a hill. I got a little dizzy, and even my mom kind of wanted to go to sleep, but I thought it was fun.
We came to Feng Yu Ski Resort, but when we got to the door, there was an uncle who said that there were too many people there today, and the snow gear was used up, and there was no place to park the car, and I really like to go skiing, too bad.
On the way back, my dad and I saw a very big rock. There was also a very dangerous ladder there. I was eager to go up and see it. Dad stopped the car, I went up the ladder with my dad, I was a little scared, but with my dad to protect me, I'm not afraid, I climbed up to the highest place carefully with my dad, it was so beautiful. Dad and mom praised me for my bravery, and when we came down mom took a picture of us.
I think today is my best day ever.