Write a composition of about 800 words with the topic "I won't hesitate again that time".

I am lazy, so I don't like writing articles. I think writing articles is a painful process.

I thought with my not-so-clever head: Yes, every time I think a word, many brain cells will die. I hold a book at home and read all kinds of life, because I always think that the successful publication of every book means the death of part of the author's soul. When the light is on outside, I will close the window. "I'd rather let loneliness spread." In fact, I am eager to write something at this time, but I am not brave enough. I like writing, I like this way of conveying my thoughts and feelings at will, and I especially like to use pens to create the vivid life of characters. This is a great thing. Didn't Hugo say that Voltaire's weapon was his pen? So every time I study, I will have the impulse to weigh my pen, but I can't overcome the bottom line in my heart. I always put down my pen timidly and think happily: One day, I will rely on a pen to resist my oppressors like Lu Xun and Shu Ting. I won't be weak any more, hum, imagine others seeing me, and my brow reveals unspeakable shock. Then, pick up the book and continue reading, returning to the original point every time.

Think about the journey of life with a pen, lament the people who have gone through vicissitudes, and capture the "scenery" more beautiful than flowers and poems. Sometimes, inadvertently, the pen will shed an emotion, which will be a very pure and light sentence. People say that people who love literature are very sour. I smell clothes, which shows that I don't love literature enough. So I am still hesitating whether I should forget the occasional ripples in my heart.

Although there is always a little feeling in my heart, I dare not try. Human nature is always fragile. I dare not realize my wish. I am afraid of failure. For me, behind a failed text, there must be a failed author and his life of losing free verse.

Therefore, I always wander and hesitate. Maybe it's not worth worrying about, but I can't express my feelings and thoughts, which always makes me feel lonely. It's really ironic. What should I do? However, it is the fallen leaves in front of me that make me rethink. Do I have to be mediocre and cowardly until I die? Ending like these leaves: It's cruel. I will never allow myself to end this young and passionate ideal.

No matter success or failure, just give me a wonderful process. So, I took part in the school composition contest. I miraculously didn't win any prize, but I think the sky is particularly blue, Shui Ge.

Perhaps, many times on the road of life, we are all wandering at the crossroads, but people can't end up falling leaves and returning to their roots. Like pine and cypress, people should firmly face the changes of wind and rain and darkness. Believe in yourself and dare to challenge the bottom line in your heart. I've made up my mind that I will never turn my back.