When you like to write? Sasha Vujacic The voice is so sweet, as if I had written a century.

Every life has a summary. What I like is the summary: smiling in the face of pain, injury and sadness.

Maybe there is bitterness behind the glamour, but what is their ostensible glamour for? This will determine whether he is kind or not.

Whenever there is a story or a second, I like to summarize it, and what I get is crystallization, but a summary of the story is often a polyhedral mirror, and each side reflects something different.

Pure equals stupid, but I still hope that I am pure, like air floating, which will make him want me.

Obviously, I don't want to admit it, but it still exists. It's just that now you have escaped and can't see it for a while. But when you have to see it, whether you hide it or not, you will always be alert. It's better to know it earlier.

I hope to turn into everything in the world and live by a quiet lake, so that nothing in the world will defile me. Even if I don't have thoughts, it may be boring, but once I have thoughts, the opposite of happiness is the pain brought by thoughts.

I want to taste the heartache.

Kiss once in a while, and let your kiss turn into rain and dew to moisten his dry land.

400-word essay junior high school II

Kyle, do you like the wind?

I've always been asked this question, and I don't know why for a long time.

Because I think Kyle is a good person, just like you follow the trend.

Most people who say such things are girls. I don't know what I like, but I hate the wind, the damn wind! No matter how similar I am to the wind, the hatred in the potential consciousness is always so strong. Why? I'm scared.

When the flowing air came to my face, it slipped through my face in a wisp, and suddenly I felt that everything was on the run, only myself was helpless. It slipped through my fingers, just like time slipped through my hands. I was unprepared! I didn't do anything! I can only let it go forward and invade without scruple. I once told a person helplessly: I don't want to be like the wind.

Sometimes, I don't want to say something to deceive myself, because then, I will be innocent. Then let others deceive themselves: Kyle is a man like the wind. In this way, I can ignore it Because I am true to myself.

This kind of essay can be regarded as venting. I always make some guys angry everywhere, flirting everywhere like the wind.

400-word essay junior high school 3

Why are there always more poor people than rich people in this world? Can only poverty set off wealth? Wealth must be equal to money?

When people are mentally decadent because of money, it can only be said that it is a human body. If he loses the essence of being a man, he will become? Regard money as life? . Maybe money is not everything, but you can't do anything without money! This is a bit classic. Seriously, how many rich people can sympathize with the poor? Why is this?

When a pair of bony hands reach out to you, it's hard for you to be unsympathetic? Just a scrap of it? Wouldn't the world be a better place if God could open his eyes and bring some kindness and happiness? In this way, people will be less indifferent and write more smiles! Why is this?

How terrible it is when people lose their humanity because of the pursuit of wealth! This can't be explained by words, it will make people fall and even embark on the road of crime!

So I hope that people can be a little more friendly and happy!

400-word essay junior high school 4

I wrote this article in the microcomputer class. In the last class, I was surprised that I didn't play games as usual. I didn't listen to the microcomputer class for a semester, but I just liked to find some songs that no one listened to in the microcomputer class! But now it's strange, I don't want to do anything! Just want to write something!

Now is the last moment of the second day of junior high school. Almost all subjects are reviewing and doing problems, exactly the same! I haven't been online for a long time, so I suddenly miss writing something online in the summer vacation of the first day of junior high school, or watching the mood of my peers! I think I am usually very happy, in fact, but on the internet, I like some light words very much! It is said that writers are unhappy. Are you the same? My online friend, is there someone like me who changed someone online?

But the days still have to pass. I am still struggling in this boring life. I am still struggling with papers and exams! Life is like this! I have some fears, and some are afraid of entering the third grade. What kind of life would it be? I don't understand and I don't want to understand! A year later, what kind of state will I use to create my mood online?

My perfect curtain call!

400-word essay junior high school 5

The water is still as quiet as a mirror, the sky is still as blue as the sea, the flowers are still as bright as a demon, the grass is still as soft as silk, and the sun shines into the Woods, leaving mottled marks, which are the footsteps of time, mottled and confusing, but regular and feasible, leaving people with room for imagination and garden for thinking. Walking quietly on the path in the forest, listening to the moving songs of birds, the wild flowers on the roadside are singing loudly and nodding politely to me. The breeze composes a beautiful song in the Woods, the wild flowers leave a touching dance in the Woods, and the butterflies draw a beautiful arc in the grass.

The water stinks, the sky is covered with a gray veil, the flowers bow their heads, the grass bends down, the Woods are quiet and scary, and there is no sunshine in the past. The wind has replaced the breeze and roared proudly. The river has dried up, and flowers and trees are unwilling to face this cruel reality, and they have bowed their heads. What other butterflies and bees are there?

Why are these changes? It's just nature's punishment for me, it's just our own offense, it's just our own ignorance.