The first draft is close to our hearts. Dear driver: Happy spreadsheet letter! Time flies, unconsciously in the past spring and autumn, I know that I am just one of the kind people you have helped. You won't remember me, but I won't forget you, because your actions have brought our hearts closer. I remember that year, winter came very early, so it got dark early without thinking, but our school was impersonal, with Jing Ke-like courage and wisdom, not afraid of inspection and reporting, and insisted on letting students study by themselves at night. After our math teacher, who has no concept of time at all, tutored us, all the students in Grade Three left. I looked at the clock: 7: 27! I thought it was over. The carport is locked. Breathing heavily, blaming myself for not buying lottery tickets (accurate budget) At that time, my heart was very contradictory. I couldn't ride the car and it was too far to walk home. I was puzzled and squatted on the side of the road for a while. It suddenly occurred to me that my father didn't come home, my mother was on a business trip and no one came to pick me up. I can't help standing up with a clap of my thigh. I'm afraid you didn't expect anyone to be here when you drove by. You suddenly braked to see if it was a villain or a tramp. After seeing my appearance and clothes clearly, you will understand that I am a student. You quickly asked me, "What's wrong with you, little friend? Do you have any problems with your parents? " I was so excited to see you alive that I told you everything. Knowing all this, you said, "I see, where do you live?" Get in the car! "I was so moved that I almost cried, but I felt embarrassed and said," How can this be done? You must have something else, right? "I can't bother you." "Never mind, I will be angry if you don't get on the bus." I didn't think much at that time, so I got in your car. The night view outside the window is beautiful, but I'm not in the mood to see it. It seems that you know my mind and drive very fast. Along the way, you didn't forget to ask me if I studied well and what I did at home. Seeing that I didn't want to answer, I closed my mouth and said nothing all the way. "Turn left, well, stop here." I said. "Oh." You replied. I said "thank you" several times, and he answered "nothing" several times, so I walked home. After a few steps, I heard you calling me again. It turns out that I forgot my schoolbag. You sent it to me again, telling me the importance of schoolbags. Then you went back and drove away. I stood by, not knowing what to say. This letter, which can't be sent, carries many of my thoughts. It is your kindness that brings our two innocent hearts together and makes our hearts warmer under this gravity. Salute! Students you helped 201012191the second draft. Our hearts are very close. Dear driver: Happy exhibition! Time flies, I didn't realize that in the past spring and autumn, I knew you wouldn't remember me, because I was just one of the kind people you helped. But I won't forget you, because your actions have brought our hearts closer. I remember that year, winter came very early, so it got dark early without thinking, but our school was impersonal. After the last teacher tutored us, I looked at the clock: it's over, the carport is locked. When I looked at it, it was sure that every door was hung with a black and heavy lock. I saw my car, but there was nothing I could do. I can't help feeling mixed. I have some contradictions. I can't ride a car and walk too far home. Is there any hope of waiting for my family to pick me up here? In doubt, I squatted on the side of the road in a daze. It suddenly occurred to me that my father didn't come home, my mother was on a business trip and no one came to pick me up. I can't help standing up with a clap of my thigh. I'm afraid you didn't expect a man here when you drove by. Stop suddenly and see what happened. After seeing me clearly, you understand that I am a student and quickly ask, "What's wrong with you, little friend?"? Do you have any problems with your parents? " Seeing your helplessness at this time is like injecting a warm current into me in the cold wind. When you understand everything, you say, "I see. Where do you live?" Get in the car! "I was very touched, but I was embarrassed and said," How can this be done? " "It doesn't matter, I will be angry if you don't get on the bus. "You say. I compromised, too. Just want to move, a cold wind blowing, can't help shivering. As soon as you look at it, get off the bus and help me put on my clothes and say, "Wear so little, be careful to catch cold!" " "The night view outside the window is beautiful, but it is not as beautiful as your back; The air conditioner in the car is very warm, but it cannot warm my heart. At the gate of the community, I said "thank you" many times in one breath, and you responded with the same "never mind" smile. I jumped out of the car and walked home. After a few steps, I heard you calling me again. It turns out that I forgot my schoolbag. You sent it in a hurry and told me a few words about the importance of schoolbags. I was about to say something, but I was speechless. You drove away without looking back. I stood by, not knowing what to say. This letter, which can't be sent, carries many of my thoughts. Our hearts were separated by 108,000 miles before, but your kindness has connected our two hearts, and they are getting warmer and warmer under this gravity. Salute! Students you helped 20 10 12 19 2 Third draft Our hearts are very close Dear driver: Happy to spread the letter! Time flies, I didn't realize that in the past spring and autumn, I knew you wouldn't remember me, because I was just one of many people you helped. But I won't forget you, because your kindness has brought our hearts closer. I remember that last winter came early, and it was "both fish and bear's paw", and it got dark early. That day, the teacher finished tutoring us. I looked at the clock and thought, it's over. The carport must be locked. I ran to see it doubtfully, and sure enough, there was a dark and heavy cold lock hanging on the door. I saw my car, and it stood there alone, as if blaming me for not riding it away earlier. I was anxious and depressed: I couldn't ride any more, and it was too far to walk home, so I sat down on the side of the road. When the cold wind blew, I couldn't help shivering, hungry and screaming just right, as if I had accidentally got a slap in the face. From time to time, cars roared by, and the sharp sound was as biting as the cold wind. My pity must have attracted you. Your sudden braking gave me a fright. "Kid, what's the matter with you? Is it uncomfortable? Why haven't you come home yet? " You stick your head out of the window and ask with concern. To tell the truth, at that time, I thought you must want to "make a fortune", so I said coldly, "I have no money." I didn't expect you to smile and say, "Are you sick? Or I'll take you home without charging you. " As soon as I heard this, I immediately became alert: "What, you won't kidnap me in this usual way?" Well, we have long been told: don't talk to strangers! "I was full of doubts and thought," It's no harm to tell you. See what you can do to me. "So I told the truth. As soon as you listen, you quickly say, "Then get on the bus. It's dark and cold. Hurry home. My parents must be in a hurry. "I dare not move, I don't know what kind of' plan' you want to brew. You read my mind and smiled and said, "You're still smart. It's okay. I am a good person. Come on up. Nowadays, it is difficult for children to study. "It's like injecting a warm current into me in the cold wind. People who can sympathize with students must be good people! I got in your car at once. You took care of me and sat down, but you said with concern, "You should put on more clothes. If it is frozen, it will delay your study. " So, the car left in the direction of home. The night view outside the window is beautiful, but not as beautiful as your back; The air conditioner in the car is very warm, but it cannot warm my heart. I suddenly feel strange that you are close to me. Soon I arrived at the gate of the community. I said "thank you" many times in one breath, and you responded with a few words of "Never mind" with a smile. I jumped out of the car and walked home. After a few steps, I heard you calling me again. It turns out that I forgot my schoolbag. You sent it in a hurry and said with a smile, "You can't lose your schoolbag. "I was just about to say something. When I was speechless, you got on the bus and drove away without looking back. This undeliverable letter carries many of my thoughts. We are strangers, but your kindness and love have aroused my trust and made me believe that there are still many good people! Trust has created a beautiful realm, which makes two hearts that have never met closely together and become warmer and warmer. So, thank you! Salute! Students you helped 20 10 12 19 4

Our hearts are very close.

Like beautiful and silent winter snow, like continuous spring rain, like the rustling wind in the midsummer shade. The days passed quietly from page to page.

Some have already rotted away with the vegetation, and some are scattered in their hearts with hazy colors, trying to pick up the neglected ones, but picking up a few pages of missing words.

Tears danced through a rainy season. When a strange image was inexplicably buried in a beautiful collection of poems with dandelion's thoughts, I realized that I had unconsciously put on a mature disguise in the rush of years. When I walked out of my mother's sight and traveled alone in a foreign land, I realized that the days showed not only the wandering eyes of my mother when she was young, but also the surging of a distant dream. You and I unload our baggage and our backs disappear.

Perhaps the mood of writing poems on fallen leaves will grow old day by day, perhaps growth is at the expense of loneliness, and the passing days will only give us an inspiration to grasp today. In fact, who can give a fixed concept to a complete life and a perfect day? Perhaps, green tranquility, blue indifference, red agitation, purple melancholy, brown anxiety, black fear ... all kinds of colorful life are presented together. More often, we use our own hands to wipe away the dust of the journey, use our own greetings to dispel the fatigue of trekking, and cherish every day and every touch with our own soul. We will roll up side by side and walk all the way through the dusty dust mixed with sweat and tears.

When we are happy, we often don't know it, even though other people's eyes cast a lot of envy. At this moment, why not calm down and watch the drunken sunset that day, and we are also gratified by our obsession. In fact, what we have already filled the sky, and when we smile, we will smell the fragrance of the whole world.

Looking at the distant starry sky, can't you see the other side of your heart?

And faith is really a whispering light wave, rippling through the ideal harbor to give yourself a commitment, okay? On the day I look back, I have finished reading a complete book, no matter how clumsy or thin it is, as long as there is content, you and I will hold the same pen and write a book about life. A book called In the Mood for Love will be carefully read tomorrow.

We hold our fiery hearts together and promise to be transparent forever. On the way to another beginning, we can only sincerely wish, shake off impetuousness and frivolous, and start on the road in the season of sowing dreams!

You and I are calm and intimate!

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This is an examination composition disputed by the marking teacher. The marking teacher thinks that this composition should not be written by a junior three student, because it is too mature and old-fashioned, especially the prose style and subtle and beautiful language, which makes him suspicious. But he wasn't sure it was plagiarism. Without conclusive evidence, no one can abuse students casually. Finally, the marking team leader decided that this article should be a masterpiece in the examination room, combining the beautiful paragraphs of different articles properly and sticking to the theme. After reading this article again, I feel that it is really good. First of all, this article describes some pursuit in the author's mind, which is a hazy, implicit and happy process. This is the mental journey of the "rainy season" teenagers. The author's language is highly consistent with the content, and the subtle and beautiful language is the appropriate proof of the content. As a junior high school student, it is worthy of recognition anyway.

4. Our hearts are close.

Anhui examinee

Close the distance between heart and heart, and experience the harmony between people.

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generous

In a hospital, there were countless good people walking back and forth around the donation box. They put paper money into the donation box with selfless heart and unrequited feelings, and they also put in selfless care. They asked for nothing in return, and offered their blessings to Huang Ge, a young sunshine boy who was about to die. "Yes, our hearts are closer again, although we don't know your name."

Understand; Understanding

Huang Ge hopes that his father can take him with him to thank those who have helped him with his limited life. As a father, how much he wants his son to fall asleep happily in bed and give all his love. But my father did not refuse Brother Huang, but promised him with tears in his eyes. He understands his son and his heart. In order to fulfill my son's last wish, it's worth it to be tired again. "Dad, thank you for understanding me. Your understanding makes us.

Be grateful

My father rode an old tricycle and took Brother Huang on a journey of gratitude. My father took Brother Huang around more than 20 provinces, and spent three years looking for good people who had helped them, and presented them with a bunch of flowers and a bow to thank them for their help. "Grateful people, thank you for giving me the courage to be myself all my life. Your help has brought our hearts closer."

Selflessness, understanding and dedication have brought the feelings between people closer, and let us realize the harmony between people. I firmly believe: "As long as everyone contributes a love, the world will become a beautiful world!" "

Close the distance between heart and heart, and experience the harmony between people! Let our hearts be closer and our society be better!

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This is a masterpiece of the examination room that I rescued. The initial evaluation teacher scored 4 1. As a member of the composition marking guidance group, I found this article when I checked the teacher's marking, and thought that the score was low and it should be classified as a class of articles. Finally, under the comprehensive evaluation of several teachers, this article got a high score of 5 1. It is a successful article, which skillfully uses Huang Ge, a character who moved China, to interpret Our Hearts Are Together. The article is divided into three sub-headings: unselfishness, understanding and gratitude, which well shows the beautiful quality of Huang Ge, a sunny teenager, and sings a high ode for the theme of this era.

5. Our hearts are very close.

Anhui examinee

The same blue sky and white clouds, the same world of flowers and flowers, different you, me and him. We and they were both sown by God. They landed in the desert mountains, but we were lucky to land in the fertile fields. Everyone is growing up. ...

At the age of seven, we slept in a warm bed and opened our eyes in the morning. In front of us are beautiful clothes and nutritious breakfast: fried dough sticks, eggs and soybean milk. We carried colorful schoolbags on our backs, got in our parents' car and came to school safely. We opened our schoolbags, opened our books and read to the teacher, "Goose, Goose, Goose, think about Xiang Tiange."

At the age of seven, they slept on cold sheets and opened their eyes in the morning. They are faced with patched clothes and tasteless breakfast: bran rice, boiled water and steamed corn. Carrying heavy hoes and shovels, they sat in their parents' big car, plunged into the ground, picked up hoes and shouted to their parents, "Hey, hey ..."

We saw photos in the mountains and volunteered to help the poor in the mountains; They saw the photos in the city and vowed to go out.

At the age of fourteen, we were talking and laughing on campus, and the youthful vitality emanated from us. In spring, we have the joy of outing, in summer, we have the laughter of swimming, in autumn, we have kites flying all over the sky, and in winter, we have a happy and healthy Christmas greeting. Of course, we don't forget the seven-year-old volunteers, pack up their favorite clothes, pack up their used books, and watch the disaster relief vehicles sail far away with our wishes and hopes.

At the age of fourteen, they were sweating in the fields, and their enthusiasm and hope were revealed from their figures. There are fresh mountains and green waters in spring, colorful butterflies strolling among flowers in summer, golden crops everywhere in autumn, and happiness of heating around the stove in winter. Of course, they don't forget their vows when they were seven years old, holding donated books, wrapping them in donated blankets, lighting candles, studying hard in the dark, smiling with relief, and looking forward to sending food away.

In the near future, we came to the mountains, bringing light and wealth. We smile, they smile, and our hearts are very close. In the near future, they came to this city with motivation and surprise. They contribute their wisdom to make the city more beautiful. They laughed, we laughed, and our hearts were close.

We have no distinction between "us" and "them". We are all the darlings of God. The same blue sky and white clouds, the same heart "plop! Plop! " Our hearts are very close, very close!

Children in the mountains need love. We should give them more love!