Memorize your 600-word composition, that person is a boy, the first composition.

1. You are my deskmate. In my memory, you are like a water lily with dew. In class, you are just like my comrades-in-arms, listening to the teacher's sermon meticulously, taking notes and raising your head to answer questions. When we reap the fruits of knowledge, we will smile at each other. The most enchanting flowers in bloom, under the happy smile on our corners of the mouth, also look bleak. When you are versatile, when you stand on the stage, you will interpret our splendid years with fiery red satin and beautiful dance. When I made a mistake, your stern eyes spilled down, and I lowered my eyes with tears. Now I know that this is my friend's true feelings, my friend, please forgive me for being willful and rude at that time. You at the same table are as open-minded as the stars. You are the perfect combination of rationality and sensibility for boys. You have integrated this talent into your favorite math class, and you have won many battles in the face of difficult problems, which has propped up a sky in the field of mathematics in our class. Your facial features are always so smart, picking your eyebrows casually, imitating the classic movements of a big-name star vividly, opening the curtain for your personal show, bringing bursts of laughter to your classmates and dispelling the tense and depressing atmosphere brought by the graduation sprint. You at the same table are as lovely as an angel who fell into the earth. The weather in June is particularly dull, and the hot air swims lazily in the classroom under the twitch of the fan. It was your thoughtful words that encouraged me to continue my study. The teacher's criticism made me feel ashamed, and tears are not obedient fell straight down. It is your bright eyes that comfort me not to care; In the face of fierce competition and the pressure of exams, it is the temperature of your palm that keeps me moving forward and coping with everything with a positive and optimistic attitude. The ringing sound of wind chimes echoed in my ears, and when I closed my eyes, the past between my classmates was still vivid: I got up at 5 am and sweated; After self-study in the evening, in order to study against time, I don't go to the restaurant to eat, but eat instant noodles; The way students go out for an outing together; When the teacher asked questions, he was at a loss because of nervousness ... all this happened like yesterday and disappeared with the temperature of time. After graduation, we graduated with the ignorance of junior grade, the laughter of middle grade and the diligence of senior grade. June is the season of parting and the sea of flowers. We don't need to be sad, because the next peak of life is still waiting for us to conquer. We should use our flamboyant youth to write the legend of life, and we should strive to break out of our own sky. We look forward to the agreement that this classmate will meet again after many years. You at the same table are a silhouette of classmates' friendship, a precious memory treasure, and a person worthy of thanks, accompanying you through all the days of primary school. Let's cherish this feeling quietly. You used to be very careful. You asked me to borrow half an eraser and accidentally mentioned it. At that time, the sky was always blue, and the days always passed too slowly. You always say that graduation is far away, but in the blink of an eye, we will go our separate ways. ...

2. "Wash the story of Mo Chi and sing in my ear ..." Unconsciously, this song has been with me for more than a year. Maybe my existence in your memory is like a little star in the vast starry sky. However, you, my alma mater, have brought me a little bit like a meat cleaver carved on a stone, which I can't shake and erase. Many years ago, you were a song in my heart that I didn't dare to expect. I can only silently listen to others' yearning for you in the crowd. Even when I step into your arms, I am so cautious. The solemn gate, the path under the green trees, the quiet poetry, the towering teaching building and the muddy Mo Chi ... Your appearance, actions, language and thoughts are always close to my heartstrings, so I can't help falling for you. So, I began to have my own goals and the courage to sing in the dead of night. "I will never regret it." Now, you are a happy song in my heart. I run with your company, not on a road to pursue you, but on an endless road to leave you slowly. I like to see you quietly on the fifth floor, and go to Qiu Lai in spring as always. I like riding a bike in your arms and feeling your tenderness. Day after day, I like to recall the time I spent with you. The 1500m long-distance running in the sports meeting made me more brave to challenge myself. Science and technology festival makes me more confident to show myself. Tug-of-war and volleyball games shocked me at the power of unity. Because of you, I have made many friends, so that I am no longer lonely. Because of you, I learned valuable knowledge and grew up with me. Because of you, I learned to be tolerant and considerate, and taught me to be broad-minded, have tolerance, hold my head high and be upright. From then on, I will be in song for you. Many years later, you are a song in my heart that can't be sung. I am proud to have you in my life. At a class reunion, I counted our bits and pieces. It turns out that happiness is so simple. You are the never-ending song in my heart, so I will remember it all my life.

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Memories of you

There are many accidents in the world. You and I are intersected by two different tributaries in a Hanoi.

As far as I can remember, you always like to squint at my cold jokes. Every time I finish, your mouth will rise.

I always thought that such a small thing as sesame and mung bean could make you happy. You are an angel with a halo. But what should I do when an angel loses her aura one day?

It was raining in Mao Mao that day. You hide under my umbrella. We walked side by side on the way home. I told jokes as usual, but you didn't laugh today. After a moment of silence, you said, "My father's weaving factory burned down, our family went bankrupt, and my mother recently divorced." XX, will you still be my good friend? "For sudden problems, I am eloquent on weekdays, and I can't open my mouth for a long time, and I don't know how to comfort this injured angel.

"I-"You seem very sad and ran out of the umbrella without looking back. You go.

For a while, you didn't come near me as before. Every moment, you are avoiding me. I can feel that you are worried that I will laugh at you. But I decided to make it clear to you that you are getting depressed every day. After school, I caught up with you and said, "I want to say that I will tell you jokes as before." When the words came out, you smiled, so pure.

Angel has her aura again.

But the intersection of rivers is bound to be divided into many tributaries. After graduation, my memories with you were frozen at that moment.

I remember you, sitting on the school playground with me, looking up at the sky together, just looking at it forever … I don't know how far it is forever.

How about these three articles? I hope to adopt it and wish you success in your studies.