Writing an essay with lyrics 800 words

1. Writing Essay on Lyrics

"Little Grass"

"There is no flower, there is no tree high, I am a little grass that no one enters to know. Never lonely , never worry , you see my friends all over the end of the world -"

Pals have, you can ever pay attention to whenever the spring comes, these grasses quietly break out of the ground, stretching out the tender leaves breeze blowing through, you seem to see the grasses in the bow to you, grasses, with it The green clothes dress up the earth four nights, so that the spring is more beautiful, charming.

However, to the hot summer, the sun scorched the earth those in the spring were people to see the flowers, are drooping head, seemingly no spirit of time and time, these grass is still tenacious head, the top of the heat; when the storm came, although the grass was the wind and rain blowing and knocked to the west, but they did not area to yield, are still firmly entrenched in the soil, at the mercy of the wind and rain.

From the television, we can see that there is a lot of people in the world.

From the TV, you must have seen the grass growing in the grassland such as carpet grass growing in the soft lawn in the tumbleweed, but you have seen the grass being pressed under the stone! In order to grow, it does not matter how heavy the stones above, how narrow the gap between the stones, always zigzagging, weapons unyielding out of the ground, at this time, you will be touched by the tenacious spirit of grass.

Grass is so small, in the hundred flowers before, in the ten thousand trees bursting green, grass noiselessly from the soil, spit out a little unnoticed spring green, grass is so green, seems to accumulate a year's green all the offer.

"Weeds do not burn out, the spring breeze blows again." This tenacious spirit of grass is an example for us to learn.

2. Write an 800-word essay with the lyrics of Tangible Wings

Invisible Wings

Everyone turns out to be an angel, and they are all assigned by God to different families in the mortal world to fulfill different responsibilities after they make mistakes.

It's comforting to know that God is fair, and after the angels fall to the mortal world, he decides to give every angel a chance to fly freely in the sky again, to that sacred place - "Heaven".

That's right, God gifted every angel who fell to earth with a pair of wings, a pair of invisible wings.

And the ordinary me, also had a pair of "invisible wings", take me to my "heaven".

When I was a child, I knew that I had a pair of invisible wings.

Those wings always brought me hope when I was wandering on the edge of loneliness and despair.

Those wings, always in my tears, teach me to be strong.

Little me, ignorant me, often thought that this pair of invisible wings, can be like a bird's wings, take me to fly, fly to the desired paradise. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.

When I grew up, I believed that I had a pair of invisible wings.

Those wings, when I was bound, took me to a realm where my mind was free to soar.

Now I have planted a dream seed in the orchard, and watered it day and night, cultivated it carefully. And those wings of mine seem to be slowly disappearing.

Perhaps the true intention of God's words of giving every mortal angel a pair of "invisible wings" and letting them fly to their desired "heaven" is to let the angels try to realize their dreams and reach their dream heaven. And I also believe that I will fly to the heaven of my dreams, get a fruitful harvest.

Believe it! You have always had a pair of invisible wings!

Believe it! The heaven of your dreams is ahead!

Believe it! The light of heaven is gathering because of you!

Invisible wings

The auditorium was full of people. Today is the day of our school's New Year's gala. The gala to *** time, a team of dancers came on stage. Crazy swaying lights, students can not restrain the scream, everything, make me feel lost ......

This stage, there was originally her ah. But, where is she?

She is my best friend, at least I think so. In the past, whenever I encountered difficulties, I would look for her to seek help. I remember one day, I had an argument with a classmate, after the sharp contradiction is the pain into the bones of the grievances and sadness. So I found her. She quietly listened to me finish my sentence and just smiled, but said nothing. She was a good listener. After two or three days had passed, when I smiled and said hello to her on campus, she always smiled and said, "Well?" And so I knew that there were others who cared about their small, almost humble selves in this way.

She was a fair person. She never because I am poor and cold me, more because of my stubbornness and stubbornness and alienated me. She was so attentive to a sensitive soul that I was touched in a warm embrace and learned to truly love others. Her understanding and tolerance melted the ice deep inside my heart, her pure eyes let me really feel the power of love - that is the indestructible power, through the sadness and despair, to reach the place of joy and happiness ......

She was never decadent! She loved music, but always modestly said she was not perfect. In fact, when she sang Gigi Leung's "Angels and Dolphins" to us, the voice made me feel like heavenly music ...... Her self-confidence, her youthfulness, made me see a simple and happy angel living in the rolling dust, innocently and blissfully singing in the world ... ...

So, for two years, she pulled me out of a lonely and isolated shadow, and made me see the purest and most beautiful things in the world; she used her love, her joy, and her self-confidence to make a pair of invisible wings for me, so that I could fly high in the sky for miles and miles... ...

But a few months ago, she left us for a special reason, leaving us with two years of passion and persistence. She didn't even say goodbye. At this moment, does she know that someone is sincerely thanking her? Does she know that everything she did will bring the most cozy memories to that person's life?

A year ago at this time, she also danced on this stage. But a year has changed the reality, and perhaps, that's why I'm sad.

The lights stopped swaying and the dance was over. In a trance, I asked my classmates around me the name of the dance, and someone told me - Fly. Fly? I was stunned. Yes, no matter what, I have to be optimistic and strong, with that pair of invisible wings, through time and space, feel the love and forgiveness, with the heart to remember those warmth, so that the sentiment of gratitude resides in their own heart ......

The auditorium swirled with beautiful music, mesmerizing. Stretching out my hands and holding them tight, I felt the power of love contained in the wings.

Postscript: Perhaps, you already know that she is my teacher. Yes, she is the one who gave me joy. She is the one who made me find myself in the midst of confusion. I send this article to her to let her know that her students grow strong and happy in her love!

3. life as a song for the topic of writing an 800-word essay requirements to appear in the composition of the lyrics

Everyone's heart has their own dreams, but most people feel that their dreams are nothing more than a dream, it is illusory and unattainable, so it will be buried deep in the heart, not even give it the opportunity to break the ground, so that the dream of how to bloom a gorgeous and fragrant flowers it? I have a dream, y rooted in my heart. That is, when I grow up, I want to become a scientist.

Although I have no talent, no rigorous thinking, and no particularly accurate judgment, I will not give up trying. I will not stop pursuing this dream, even though it is far away from me. Although there will be many setbacks and countless trials and tribulations in the process of realizing my dream, I will not be discouraged. Because I believe that only through hellish trials and tribulations,

can we develop the power to create paradise; only through the blood of the fingers, can we play the world's greatest songs; only through difficulties and setbacks, can we realize our dreams.

In the past, whenever I saw the impressive achievements of scientists, I always felt envy and admiration. It is they who promote the development of society; it is they who improve the living standards of the people; it is they who win a new tomorrow for the development of the motherland.

Therefore, I want to be a scientist, a person who contributes to the country, and a pillar of this country. Whenever I see people wasting their time, I feel sorry for them; whenever I see people who are discouraged, I feel sad for them; whenever I see people who don't do their job, I feel resentful. Because they do not see their own value, do not belong to their own dreams. Such a life is a meaningless life.

I, at least, have a dream, a goal. With this dream, I will always work hard and never give up. With this dream, it is the same as grasping the direction of their own life, and will not lose their way. With this dream, it's like a bright light that illuminates my path. All the way to the peak of victory.

For this dream, I will work hard. I also hope that everyone can strive towards their dreams and find their own tomorrow!

4. to "tangible wings" of the lyrics to write a 800-word essay, to write their own

This watchman, it is "every festive season times pro" moments, the snow can be civil workers who go home to the cold heart of the relentless sweep. "Suddenly like a night spring breeze, pear blossom trees." But this is not the time to blossom, the Beijing-Guangzhou Railway and the Beijing-Zhuhai Highway overnight into a snow-covered snow and ice, blocking people home. So on a cold night.

The station guarded a large number of stranded travelers, the whistling wind in their chaotic sweep, invading the human body they are hungry, but how can not attack their resilience. "Raise your head to look at the bright moon, low thinking of their hometown", they are not looking at a round moon, the heart has the same idea. They go home, eat reunion dinner, in order to reunite with their families, they seem to have only faith to support the increasingly weak body.

Another train station, but there is another group of people's heavy responsibility, they gave up the opportunity to reunite with their families, went to the front line, and passengers with the same suffering, wind and rain and thin, they are selfless dedication of the police uncle. Their upright chest, stationed in the train station, so, built a unique landscape. Who will not fall for it? See the high-speed Beijing-Zhuhai is - those familiar figures, but there is also a group of hard-working heroes. It is they who support the PLA "to turn into spring mud to protect flowers". Looked all the way, a positive pattern of boys, their hands hammering, hard hitting the icy road, day and night. They know: the interests of the people are above all. We also understand: as long as there is a wind, the PLA uncle always stand in front.

5. to life as a song for the topic of writing an 800-word essay requirements to appear in the composition of the lyrics

Everyone's heart has their own dreams, but most people feel that their dream is nothing more than a dream, it is illusory and unattainable to think about, and so it will be buried deep in the bottom of the heart, and even the groundbreaking opportunity to give it, so that the dream of how to bloom a gorgeous and fragrant flowers it? I have a dream, y rooted in my heart. That is, when I grow up, I want to become a scientist. Even though I don't have superior intelligence, rigorous thinking, or particularly accurate judgment, I won't give up my efforts. Although this dream is far away from me, I will not stop pursuing it. Although there will be many setbacks and countless trials and tribulations in the process of realizing my dream, I will not be discouraged. Because I believe that only by going through hellish trials and tribulations can one develop the power to create heaven; only by bleeding fingers can one play the world's greatest songs; only by experiencing difficulties and setbacks can one realize one's dream. In the past, whenever I saw the impressive achievements of scientists, I always felt envious and admired. It is they who promote the development of society; it is they who improve the living standard of the people; it is they who win a new tomorrow for the development of the motherland. Therefore, I want to be a scientist, a person who contributes to the country, a pillar of the country. Whenever I see people wasting their time, I feel sorry for them; whenever I see people who are discouraged, I feel sad for them; whenever I see people who are not doing their job, I feel resentful. Because they do not see their own value, do not belong to their own dreams. Such a life is meaningless. But I, at least, have a dream, a goal. With this dream, I will keep working hard and never give up. With this dream, it is the same as grasping the direction of one's own life, and will not be lost again. With this dream, it's like a bright light that illuminates my path. All the way to the peak of victory. I will work hard for this dream. I also hope that everyone can strive towards their dreams and find their own tomorrow.

6. Lyrics of my youth on the subject of senior composition 800 words

Youth, is a trickle of running water; youth, is the first green shoots. Youth is colorless, such as a piece of white drawing paper, waiting for us to depict; youth is colorless, such as a book of unwritten diary, waiting for us to compose. Spring is the most brilliant in the flower season years of a touch of warm sunshine, beautiful, exquisite.

When we sit in the chair, laughing and exchanging ideas, with a warm smile on the face, that is youth; when we walk on the street, playing pranks on each other's girlfriends and friends, childishly playing, that is youth; when we are standing in the sunshine, wearing school uniforms and waving their hands, happily taking graduation photos, that is youth; when we look back at our alma mater, looking at the friends who will soon be separated, the former Happy time surfaced, and fall tears, that is youth ...... youth is beautiful and full of sweet and sour years, let us sound sigh, it's short.

Because the teacher's scolding and feel aggrieved, can not help but complain to the girlfriends and friends, that is youth; because of girlfriends and friends of the birthday came to the hands and feet, to the end of the embarrassment to girlfriends and friends of the tongue, that is youth; because of family members to bring a small surprise and joy, sadness are thrown to the clouds, that is youth; because of a test did not do well and lost, and girlfriends and friends of the consolation of the laughter, that is youth. up, that is the youth ......

Those Shaohua and simple, there are always some memories that make us unforgettable. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products in the world. Once laughed and cried together with the obsessed hate loved, once in the loss of a comfort, in sadness of a warm, deep in the heart of memory. The world has no feast, but you and I have an eternal friendship.

Unforgettable teacher. Read poetry aloud, remember when you patiently education; buried in the pen, remember when you carefully guidance. The gentle words, the careful teaching, the slender figure, will always be in the heart.

Unforgettable alma mater. Step by step into the large campus, flowers, green grass. And we are in this campus full of laughter, spend a long career in the sea. Because of your company, there is a talent. Your model, lingering.

"Do not seek to be born, do not seek morning and evening, but seek peace and quiet, hand in hand **** tour of the earth." As sung in the song, let us use youth as a pen, true feelings as ink, draw a more beautiful painting of youth, write a more vivid song of youth.

If you can help you, please adopt.

7. to life as a song to write a 800-word essay

life as a song

Every moment of life, we are creating a song, whether it is long gone childhood, full of *** youth, or more than the struggle of the future, the melody must be the world's most melodious.

Childhood is a soft song

Childhood is a colorful painting, painted the beauty of youth, childhood is a lyrical poem, leading to the beauty of youth. Childhood is a disk of chess, with our own to fiddle.

The joy of those years, once firmly grasped in the hand, now it seems that it is a memory that can never be touched; the village of the mountains and waters, was once a place to send my thoughts, now it seems that I have become a perpetual passer-by. The deceased relatives, once my deepest love, now it seems that the heart of the empty left endless regrets ......

In those years, the heart only unrestrained, the daytime and the sun as a companion, the night and the moon chat, listening to my mother humming the slow song, gently sleep in the mother's embrace.

Childhood is a soft song, sung that year's ignorance.

Youth is a lyrical song

Youth is a piece of chocolate, although there is a slight bitterness, but after the bitter sweet taste will be in the mouth for a long time. Youth is the river running to the east, even if the rocky obstacles, will not stop him from moving forward. Youth is an endless starry sky, even if it is far away, we will find their own star.

Looking back at the four years of junior high school life, how many times we approached the office door but stopped, how many times over and over again to ask the same question tired and sweaty, and how many times to let the teacher and their own disappointment to the extreme, and how many times lost in the study of the road above. That quiet playground, although the wind has blown away our heavy footprints, but the experience of friends always together but make me always remember in my heart, this journey is not only harvested success, but also that great teacher love, that precious friendship, that the power of perseverance.

Youth is a lyrical song, singing our feelings.

The future is a stirring song

Looking to the future, we are full of ***; looking to the future, we are full of confidence; looking to the future, we are solid spine.

Perhaps, in the future, our sky may be more beautiful, perhaps, our world may be full of flowers; perhaps the future of the rain will wash away everything we have; perhaps, we will be defeated on the road of life; all this we have no way of knowing, but we do not want to know, because we are always full of confidence, and with the heart to create that beautiful melody.

The future is a stirring song, sing our dreams.

Life is indeed a song, long and melodious, we just have to play every melody, every note with all our heart, we will certainly create a beautiful song.

8. Write a story based on the lyrics of a song

{Horses' hooves crushed the fallen leaves, and the edges of the four directions were unending.

Blood rolled down the dust like that instantly colorful and fierce} She died that night. The firelight made the sky the color of blood.

Up and down the city building killing endlessly, blood flow into the river. That woman, red war clothes, hand holding a lance, flickering burning to the city broke a moment.

-- like a butterfly breaking the cocoon and go, can not stay call back. He watched.

Look at her blocking the enemy's crazy attack, eyes gradually only a blood red; see the Tian Ran city in a fall, the people cried no door; see her red clothes bathed in blood, smile like a short-lived flower, the sword through the chest. The city is broken, the lights are extinguished, the flag is split.

That night, the moon drowned in the sky blood red.

And the Tian Ran city guard general Xie Wan, has been killed in battle.

The defending general Xie Wan led the crowd to fight hard, not help. July 26, the city broke, Wan exhausted captured, refused to surrender, for the Yan army head.

In the spring of eight years, the Yan captured the city of days, hemlock Jingdi, clear the hall, the abolition of the palace. In February, he assumed the throne, decided to call his country Zhou, and changed his name to Yongchu.

-- "Tian Ran Cheng Zhi - Xie Wan biography" {Remember the sun and moon in the city, the cicadas chirping and then the first snow. She met him in the rain.

When he first arrived in Tian Ran City, he held an umbrella over the general's residence. He saw a woman in white holding a bouquet of violet cordials in the shrine, her skirt flowing like water, and she walked to the threshold with a flourish.

-- Can't help but stop in his tracks. The woman raised her head to look at the rainwater dripping from the eaves of the blue tile roof.

Black hair and face, like water and peace. A glance resides in the heart.

And then slightly nodded her head, she looked at him, her gaze is actually clear, immaculate. The spring rain is exactly lingering, pattering, through the rain curtain, they look at each other from afar.

Her arms violet cordial quietly emit elegant fragrance. For a while, heaven and earth quietly, silent only the sound of rain.

And now ...... And today the appendix city daylight is still dazzling, the moon is still quiet. Rough clothes, hair messy, cover his deep eyes.

The grass house is dirty and messy, cobwebs are dense, only the window has a bright moonlight through, shining on the ground, a ground like water moon color.

This is the eleventh year since she died.

The time has come. Lifting a lamp, he pushed open the humble door and followed the winding path, stepping onto the main road of the city.

After her death, he became a night watchman, living in the darkness. The old Fu Fengshen is dead, and now, he lives only for her.

{The surnames of the king's city are rewritten, and I am still here to keep the night. Waiting for what from the ashes inside, cocoon into a butterfly} and then meet again is in the camp, then he realized that she is Xie Wan, when this appendix of the city guarding the general.

His father, Xie Yao, was also a general of the city, and at the age of thirty, he died in battle, and his wife fell ill with his son-in-law in the same year - Xie Wan was six years old that year. She is a descendant of the loyalists, and has been practicing martial arts since she was a child, so she has a good bone structure.

At the age of sixteen, she inherited her father's career as a city guard, and was undefeated in the battlefield, and was a formidable force to be reckoned with. The people of Tian Ran respect her father and daughter, all respectfully called her "General Xie".

He came from the imperial capital, surnamed Fu Fengxuan.

Before his death, his father firmly held his hand, let him not revenge. He almost bit his teeth, and said, "I'm not going to take this revenge.

However, in the end, can not stand his father watching his eyes, he tearfully nodded. "Wind child ...... live well."

After the words, the old man with gray hair at the temples smiled and left. The father has long paved the way for him to go to the Xie family in Tianrendang City.

When my father was young, he was a friend of Xie Yao's, and it was only right that the daughter of the deceased should take him in, even though they had not yet met each other.

She looked at him in the camp and opened her mouth in an unperturbed manner, "Wind Trace, you will be my deputy general."

She called him Wind Trace, straight to the last name, such intimacy, listening to his heart ripples. But she did not have a hint of squirming, look natural and generous, as if it should have been so.

{The years are too far away to see the eyebrows. The wind is still blowing cold at the end of the memory} The night is over.

The days and nights have changed, and it's just another cycle. He followed the path back to the grass house, but saw the house outside an old Taoist style, one hand holding the duster one hand is still in the pinch what, once he saw it was him, but not a slight stunned.

He is the same. More than ten years ago when he was a child, he had seen him in the imperial capital for people divination.

At that time, he remembers that there were three people traveling together, two men and one woman, dressed in expensive clothes, and the Taoist priest read the sign that the three people had asked for, and shook his head again and again. - - And I don't know what kind of bleak fate I saw.

I only saw that the Taoist measured him carefully, from head to toe, a long time, gently sighed, wanting to speak again, and finally only said a sentence, "The man has passed away, do not cling to it." He looked at him coldly, not a word, then turned around and opened the door of the room, and closed it fiercely.

It's not that he didn't know that she had died, or that she had walked into another reincarnation. It was just that he had promised her one thing, and he was going to do it.

This day appendix city sunrise and moon sinking are all she loved. Spring kites, summer cicadas, autumn leaves, winter snow - she does not want to miss, then, he will watch for her, with these eyes.

Even if she is dead, in the night eleven years ago {is fate in the reincarnation, familiar as a hallucination. Fire burned through the sky stars are pouring} turn to the early winter, the White Yan emperor collapsed.

This rebellious, iron-blooded emperor finally left after ten years of tilting the country. The emperor died, but there was no heir to inherit the throne.

So all the forces started to fight.

Still the lords are in rebellion, still attacking the city in the middle of the night. The king was defeated.

The people in the city began to flee in all directions. No one noticed the corner of the street he walked slower and slower, and finally stood still, slowly clenched his fists, joints white.

How ridiculous, these greed and ambition, like destiny reincarnation. A corner of the straw house, there are straw stacked haphazardly, whisked away is an exquisite box.

Open the box, fingers gently stroked through the contents of the box. A little hesitation he unfolded the clothes in the box.

Bloodstained red clothes, and placed her usual gun. He remembers that she didn't like red clothes, only loved pure white, but she had no choice.

This is the field of the Cultivation, which can tolerate the white. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I'm so happy to see you.

Fine change into her battle dress, red clothes like fire. The green silk bundled up, black hair like ink.

And then picked up the gun, closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again, is the determination of the burning eyes. At night, the soldiers are under the city, the rebels are ready to move.

Suddenly, there is a red shirt brushing across the stone steps of the city building, and in the dark night, there seems to be a faint light. The city is heavily guarded, some people noticed him, surprised eyes glanced at the ground, but could not help but knees a soft kneeling, "Thank you General!" He did not speak, straight to the highest part of the city building.

From time to time, there are soldiers walking past exclaimed. There are older people old.

9. to lose lyrics as the theme of the essay 1000 words

to what you lost as the theme of the essay Life is a process, life is an eternity. There will always be missed numbers on the coordinate axis of life. That is, when we miss the sowing season, do not give up the next time is an opportunity. When we miss the sowing season, need to insist, have faith to meet the next opportunity, so as to sow your heart has long been the seed

Throw essay 800 words narrative essay Pain, do you feel it? My heart is being devoured by this feeling, and is already dying ...... It's almost New Year's Eve, think of the red envelopes, think of the firecrackers, think of the faces of the relatives ...... I'm immersed in a whirlpool of happiness, but the sentence: "Xinxin, this time How many points did you get in the final exam?" interrupted my thoughts.

A 800-word narrative essay on the topic of after losing the key After losing the key More than ten years ago, I lived in my grandma's house in the countryside, and I didn't go back until it was time for me to go to elementary school. For about three years or so, it was fun there, the only sincere fun. There was a forty-square-foot open space in front of the old house, and when the family was sunning wheat in the open space, I liked to be in the open space

10. to the lyrics in the Wanderlust as the theme of the essay 800 words

The joy of elementary school is like the murmur of a stream. After entering junior high school, my worries gradually increased and I was seldom truly happy. It can be said that in the first year of junior high school is too lonely, in the second phase of junior high school is too hard, in the second phase of junior high school is too confused.

After graduating from elementary school, I promised my parents to go to Shaodong to study because I didn't understand the situation. At first, I was full of confidence, but under the blow of heavy failure there, I gradually became inferior. The most proud of my math, it became my fatal injury, plus the language teacher and English teacher asked some questions that I could not answer. All of a sudden make me in the class in front of the classmates and teachers can not raise their heads, I began to go to the abyss of low self-esteem ...... At that time, I even came to a not quite right conclusion: the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment, the degree of their own blow is also the more miserable. Under the pressure of multiple troubles, I did not have a friend around me who could listen to my heart. I was as if I were traveling alone in a blizzard of confusion.

Later, because of my insistence, my father finally agreed to let me transfer out of Shaodong and embark on a study journey to Qingdao, Shandong Province. Answer the teacher's questions loud and clear, but also often help classmates to solve some problems, the return of self-confidence let me find the motivation to study. Every day, I work until about eleven o'clock and get up at 5:40 a.m. Although it's very hard, when I think of my classmates, teachers, and my parents' high hopes, I put all the tiredness and fatigue behind me. In a short period of time, I achieved two second, one first and one third in my class. Unfortunately, my head also got sick at this time. On New Year's Day, my parents suddenly told me to transfer to another school, and I fell as *** naked into the ice. "This is such a wonderful place! Why transfer again?" I firmly refused. I seldom cried, but at this time I was in pain and howled. Until now, whenever I mentioned this transfer, I would burst into tears and my heart would break. Later on, somehow, I finally agreed to my parents' softly coerced to return to my hometown - Hongjiang.

On the way back to Hongjiang, Shandong and classmates play happily together, the teacher is very concerned about my scene ...... are one by one in my mind, recalling the loss of Shandong's learning life makes my liver and gall, in order to grandma's old age is not lonely, the pain of homesickness let and let my heart ache. At this time, I fell into the extreme low self-esteem. Just arrived in Hongjiang, I was very confused, walked around and back to the starting point, the results of the previous hard work have been reduced to nothing, the previous good life in Shandong no longer exist. My heart seems to have died, only an empty shell remains, has been immersed in the pain of leaving Shandong.

After a period of bitter struggle for my soul, I finally welcomed the rainbow after the storm again. I realized that if I go on like this, my life will be ruined, I have to stand up, bravely stand up! This midterm exam, I finally entered the class again in the top three, self-confidence in my soul again grows branches and leaves up 。。。。。