Keep writing hats, three bald heads, and write 600 words.

On Sunday, I went out for a haircut, and many people asked me why. I think there are many reasons for this. For example, I think it is fun for myself or others. For example, I think schools should be like prisons. For example, I want to concentrate on my studies for convenience.

I really want to see their reaction. The reaction is really strong. My quiet life suddenly seems to be on fire, which makes me sweat. People I know greet me with strange smiles, and the eyeballs staring at my bald head protrude half a centimeter from my eyes; Some people don't feel my bald head at all, as if they want to try this feeling. Chatting and farting all the time, handsome enough to want hair. Most people I don't know will also pay attention to me for a long time. Several girls laughed at me politely, and their mouths were round and not ladylike at all.

I suddenly feel that they are so boring, as poor as here, so poor that they show so much interest in a bald sutra. But I gradually stopped responding to their reactions. Compassion made me not want to hurt them, but I did it for myself. Come to think of it, I'm actually one of them. I have done a lot of boring things, but this time I became the object of their boredom.

Yeah, me too! I am one of them! !

I like Qu Yuan's "Everyone is drunk and I wake up alone, and everyone is turbid and I wake up alone", and I also like Tang Yin's "Others laugh at me because I can't see through others", because I always feel special and unusual. But suddenly I feel that I am them. They are all me. Suddenly I remembered a funny line: "Even if I kill one person, thousands of me will come forward in Qian Qian ..." Ha ha, interesting!

They are still laughing at my bald head, but I can't laugh anymore.

-600 words

Article 2: the end of time

Youth means memories, when those broken times leave only the sad interpretation of growth.

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When I left home, I found my hometown was so quiet and sad at the corner and through the window. I gently rolled down the window and took a breath of gentle air without impurities. Chewing the traces of your wasted youth. Then, I kept my head high, thinking that tears would not fall, but my sight suddenly blurred. I tried to see it, but I only heard the sound of time flowing. I thought I had forgotten it, but I still kept it in my heart so clearly.

I still remember my dream is to learn to play the guitar, sing Jay to the sea, watch the sunset, listen to the ebb and flow of the tide and wait for the stranded mermaid. This is my fairy tale before, and it is also my fairy tale now. In an instant, I finally grew up, and time divided my heart into two halves: one called memory and the other called dream.

XX and YY were so crazy that they forgot to take their children home. XX often says that you are like a lonely upstart, and suddenly you have a lot of sadness. I think we have grown up. So I always used to put my hand in my pocket and look at the geese in South Africa, thinking that if I was so happy, I would go home. Like the geese flying south, I opened the drawer of memory and put my happiness in it, so that I wouldn't forget my happiness. Looking up, the shameless sunshine drove the dark clouds far away. I covered my eyes with my hand, so as not to let the raging sunshine see my tears.

Back in time, a beautiful fairy tale, deceiving children, can you make up another story to deceive us?

Growing up is a beautiful sadness. When I first read this sentence, I felt very good. Now this sentence sounds particularly incisive, so I always record my daily growth and put it in my notebook, and then bury it in the deep soil, thinking that it will open up happiness and sadness everywhere.

Growth is a rainbow, perhaps an oasis! Looking at the place where it disappeared, I imagined that the red dandelion would fly all over the sky.

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The third chapter: the street view of Dubai

Looking down from the plane, the UAE is full of deserts, and there are oases dotted on the white saline-alkali land, which is the beautiful city-Dubai.

A straight silver skyscraper rose from the ground and went straight into the sky. These buildings are patchwork and stand neatly in the city. There are countless buildings, one next to the other, crowded with the city.

Between the rows of tall buildings is a spacious and flat asphalt avenue. Not far away, an overpass was set up between the two roads, and a small garden was built on the bridge!

The central garden in the city center is full of lush flowers and plants, and the dense Woods are green. There are trees and flowers everywhere. There is also a small fountain in the center of the garden! A steady stream of water gushed out from the criss-crossing underground water pipes, and under the irradiation of sunlight, it was silver and beautiful. There is a small clay made of copper in the pond, which may remind the people of UAE to protect the earth and the natural environment! At the beginning of the night, the lights on the shore are reflected in the pond, just like countless silver snakes swimming.

Ah! ! ! The desert city of Dubai-how beautiful!

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Article 4: Every hour has a new dawn.

Musician Rubinstein often goes to his friend Picasso's studio to watch him paint. On one occasion, Rubinstein saw Picasso painting the same thing for months. The background is the iron railing of the balcony, and the close-up is a table, a bottle of wine and a guitar.

When Picasso painted nearly fifty identical works, Rubinstein asked impatiently, "Aren't you tired of painting the same still life every day?"

Picasso asked, "Don't you think you are talking nonsense? Don't you know that every minute is different from me, and every hour has a new light. Although I watch the same bottle of wine every day, I can see different personalities, different bottles, different tables, different lives in different worlds! In my eyes, all this is different. " Since then, Rubinstein has repeatedly played a song, and he can pop up different charms.

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Chapter 5: Be a person who doesn't bow to fate —— Some thoughts on reading If you give me three days of light.

Mark Twain, a great writer, said, "There were two strange people in the19th century, one was Napoleon and the other was Helen Keller."

If Napoleon is called a strange man because of his amazing military mind, then Helen Keller is called a strange man because of her spirit of not bowing to fate.

Helen Keller is really great. 1880 On June 27th, she was born in a small town in Alabama, USA. In the spring of the second year of her birth, she had a severe high fever. Because of that severe high fever, after 19 months of light, her life fell into endless darkness.

But Helen Keller doesn't think the world she can reach is too small. She is too poor. In her autobiography "If you give me three days of light", she wrote:

"They don't know how rich and wonderful my inner world is. I have so many intimate friends, read so many books and went to so many places. How can such a life be boring? "

This is her answer, and it is also the answer of a person who has lived in the lonely years without light, sound and language for 87 years!

Perhaps, the bad cold that God gave Helen Keller turned her into a blind, deaf and dumb disabled person, just because God envied her brilliant heart, indomitable heart and heart that did not bow to fate!

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Article 6: Street View of Dubai

Walking on the streets of Dubai, I saw the flat and wide asphalt avenue stretching straight into the distance, and an overpass was set up between the two roads.

There are green belts on both sides of the street dotted with lush flowers and plants. Next to the green belt, rows of skyscrapers rise up and go straight into the sky. These buildings are patchwork and stand neatly in the city. There are countless kinds of buildings, one next to the other, which are crowded with the city. This is a fascinating sight.

I walked on and came to Dubai's Central Park. Trees are shaded here, flowers are everywhere, the garden is full of lush flowers and plants, and the dense Woods are green. The green sea, composed of grass, is green and spectacular. Trees are like greenguard, caring for the environment and greening the territory. It can be said that this is an ocean of plants.

We then walked to the depths of the park, only to see a steady stream of silver-white fountains spewing out from criss-crossing underground water pipes. Under the sunshine, the silver wire shines beautifully, and the water in the pool is crystal clear. A breeze blew and the water in the pool rippled from time to time.

There is a small clay made of copper in the pond, which may remind the people of UAE to protect the earth and the natural environment! In the wind, people splashed water on the grass, and the grass seemed to be moved by it. Thanks to the people of UAE!

At the beginning of the night, the lights on the shore are reflected in the pond, just like countless silver snakes swimming.

Walking on the streets of Dubai, you have no idea that this oasis was once a barren land. What's going on here? This is a miracle created by the UAE people.

Ah! The desert city of Dubai-it's beautiful!

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Article 7: Don't be idle, turn your head white and feel sad! -Thoughts on Reading Time Old Man and Tramp

During the summer vacation, I happened to see this touching article "Time Old Man and Tramp" in a book.

The article is mainly about a tramp who regrets that he wasted his childhood. So the old man turned him back into a teenager, but the tramp didn't cherish this precious opportunity and still accomplished nothing for a while.

Throughout the ages, people often say that the fairest thing in the world is time. Everyone has his own 86400 seconds every day. But during these times, some people can learn a lot and gain something; Some people idle away their time and get nothing. The reason is that people have different attitudes towards time and must do things correctly.

In a person's life, adolescence is the most precious time, but many of our classmates are addicted to network TV all day. Great study time is wasted unconsciously. We can't be like the homeless in the article. "Young people are easy to get old and difficult to learn, and an inch of time is not light." Only by taking time to do something useful can they achieve something when they grow up.

Wang Xizhi, a great calligrapher, practiced calligraphy diligently for three years, and even the pond at home became Amochi because of ink and wash. Mr. Lu Xun uses other people's coffee time to study and work, and never wastes a minute ... Anyone who cherishes time makes a difference and is a model of cherishing time.

"Don't be idle, white and sad", cherish time, let's start now!

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Article 8: Shave your head

When Robert came home from kindergarten, he threw away his schoolbag and sat on the sofa without saying a word. Mom was surprised when she saw it. She asked, "What's the matter? Did the teacher criticize you? "

"Mom, Jack in our class has cancer and won't come to school." Andy said sadly.

"He will be fine. We should have confidence. Cancer does not mean death, does it? " Mom said.

Robert hesitated for a moment, looked up at his mother and said uneasily, "The teacher said he was doing chemotherapy and his hair fell out."

"I think it will grow soon." Mother's heart is full of sadness.

"I have an appointment with some friends and will go to the hospital to see him tomorrow."

The mother felt very happy after listening to her son's words: "Great. You can take some fruit. "

Robert lowered his head and whispered, "We want to shave all our hair."

Mom froze.

Robert finally looked up and said bravely, "mom, take me to the barber shop." I want to shave my head. "

She didn't know what to say, she just stood there.

Robert took his mother's hand and pleaded again, "This was my idea. I told Tom and Louis that we should shave our heads, too, so as to reassure Jack that we are just like him and he is not afraid. "

The mother looked at her son and was very moved. She decided to accompany Andy to the barber shop.

In the barber shop, Robert is singing happily. Soon after, Tom and Louis came, and their parents were proud of it. Even the barber was moved and said to them, "You are all good. I'll cut your hair for free today. "

Looking at the three little bald heads, my mother suddenly remembered some trivial things when I was a child. Because my hair was sparse when I was a child, I was neither male nor female, and I was afraid to go out to meet people. Finally, dad gave her an idea: let her wear a hat every time she takes her out. Therefore, he keeps a lot of hats now.

When I got home, my mother said to Robert, "I have a better proposal." Before you go to the hospital tomorrow, call your children to our home, and I will give each of you a hat. What do you say? " I have a precious hat, which your grandmother bought for me from England. It's still very new. Take it to Jack, he will like it. "

Robert was so happy that he hugged his mother and said, "Mom, you are really my good mother."

Educational philosophy:

Let children learn to love and care for others, and let children have a kind and compassionate heart. Only in this way will the whole world become warmer.

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Chapter 9: Look up at the sunshine all over the sky.

(a) 135 degrees of depression angle, bowed their heads and said nothing.

The room is very quiet, and the warm sunshine in winter flows out of the window, so bright and so cold. Facing the light, I saw a dazzling white, subconsciously raised my hand to cover it, and the dazzling sunshine stung my inner humility.

Walking alone on a quiet path, his eyebrows hung low. My idea is complicated. The elongated figure shows great loneliness and sadness in this deserted street. I, an ordinary girl, have no excellent grades, no beautiful appearance, no cheerful personality, no wantonness and publicity when I was young. I have nothing but ordinary. However, this kind of ordinary is more and more fierce, it grows fiercely, giving birth to a humble place, as low as dust.

Every time I see a girl's warm face, I will habitually lower my head and look for my humility. It's really lonely. Standing among 10,000 people and listening to the noise of the world, I find that those voices have nothing to do with me, but they are moved by the excitement of others and make me lonely.

A person's world, a person's humble. The sky is overcast and my world is silent.

(2)45-degree inclination, with a smile on your head.

Night crept in. The black curtains are dotted with stars. A bright moon shed cold moonlight and shone on the white wall of my desk, leaving dazzling light and shadow.

Turn on the desk lamp, spread out the paper, and let the pen fly freely on the white paper, wandering between white and black. Sleepy, tired, make a cup of tea and continue my writing journey; I woke up and realized that I still used this to outline the fantastic scenery. Step on the drum of literature, follow the rhythm of literature, and finally put pen to paper.

The pen dances gracefully on the manuscript paper in the middle of the night, and those beautiful arcs are as bright as meteors! Those words in the humble dust blooming gorgeous flowers, lit up my whole life, gave me the foundation of self-confidence, let me find my own extraordinary in that ordinary.

The sunset in the west filled the sky with lonely afterglow. In the face of this dazzling light, I looked up and outlined a bright smile on my mouth!

In this flashy and sad youth, when you look up, you can see the sunshine all over the sky!

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10: look up, that touch of sunshine.

Looking up, that touch of sunshine

At the beginning of the new semester, everyone is fighting for grades and rankings. More homework than last semester. ...

"Jingle bell ..." Oh! Finally, after school, I dragged my tired body home and gently put down my schoolbag for fear of crushing the new book. Came to the balcony, stretched himself, looked up and found a touch of sunshine, so beautiful, so warm ... he is not gentle and charming, not unrestrained, but has a kind of elegance. Comfortable balcony, faint golden light, he took away my fatigue and warmed my heart. That ray of sunshine seems to give me a glimmer of hope and also indicates the arrival of spring.

Sun, sun. She is like a naughty child. He is always so happy. I reached for her, but I couldn't catch her. Suddenly there was an inexplicable emptiness in my heart, which also gave me a kind of strength to pursue that hope.

Hold out my hand and open my five fingers. Sunlight slanted in through the gap. I want to make it eternal and make it bloom forever, so that darkness will never come.

Back in my room, I began to catch up with my homework desperately. After finishing my homework, I looked at the time. It's past nine o'clock, dragging my tired body, but I'm not sleepy at all. So I picked up my clothes and took a bath. When hot water drenched me, I thought of sunshine again. It's so warm, relaxed and fresh. As if she had really become eternal. ...

Get up in the morning, open the curtains, look up, and the faint sunshine comes in directly from the window, which is very fresh. She is not warm, but she symbolizes beauty. That touch of sunshine seems to tell the story of a new day's life, how brilliant it is!

At noon, the sunshine is naughty. She gave off a strong light, which made her face glow a little. The sunshine at this time is warm. Find a rocking chair and lie in the sun. It's like coming to heaven and falling asleep. ...

As the sun sets, I look up and the sunshine is gradually swallowed up. I feel very sorry that such a short day has passed, and I still miss this sunshine. I want to smile at the sunshine, and that faint sunshine is hope. What moved me was the mottled gold on the fingertips in the faint sunshine. ...

Sunshine, let me learn to be brave A day in the sun is like a person's life. She can rise so brilliantly and end up so beautiful. She has never cried. So, isn't she brave?

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Chapter 1 1: Write a detailed explanation of landscape composition-refer to the beginning of writing wind, rain, lightning and stars.

Detailed explanation of landscape composition-refer to the beginning of Writing Wind, Rain, Thunder and Moonlight.

Third, write the reference beginning of wind, rain, lightning and starlight.

1. Two Beginnings of "Big Playground after Rain"

The first kind of beginning: At the end of school, there was a sudden heavy rain, which drenched the playground. Now, the rain has stopped and there is silence on the big playground.

The second start: a sudden heavy rain finally stopped. What will happen to the big playground after the rain?

2. When the Sun Just Rises has two beginnings.

The first kind of start: in the morning, open the window, it's just dark outside, and the sun doesn't seem to have risen yet!

The second beginning: In order to write the composition "When the Sun Just Rises", I got up early and went to Lingyan Mountain for observation.

3. Two origins of Guan Xia

The first kind of beginning: the sky is a sunset, what a beautiful scene!

The second beginning: when the sun is about to set, the sky in the west seems to have been dyed with red ink.

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Chapter 12: Detailed explanation of landscape composition-refer to the beginning of writing wind, rain, lightning and stars.

Detailed explanation of landscape composition-refer to the beginning of Writing Wind, Rain, Thunder and Moonlight.

Third, write the reference beginning of wind, rain, lightning and starlight.

1. Two Beginnings of "Big Playground after Rain"

The first kind of beginning: At the end of school, there was a sudden heavy rain, which drenched the playground. Now, the rain has stopped and there is silence on the big playground.

The second start: a sudden heavy rain finally stopped. What will happen to the big playground after the rain?

2. When the Sun Just Rises has two beginnings.

The first kind of start: in the morning, open the window, it's just dark outside, and the sun doesn't seem to have risen yet!

The second beginning: In order to write the composition "When the Sun Just Rises", I got up early and went to Lingyan Mountain for observation.

3. Two origins of Guan Xia

The first kind of beginning: the sky is a sunset, what a beautiful scene!

The second beginning: when the sun is about to set, the sky in the west seems to have been dyed with red ink.

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Article 13: Closure

Turning around, the past has become the past, and the representative is sealed in a corner, and then a big seal is affixed: memory.

Just like Lin wrote red beans, I actually believe that everything has an end.

The end of a moth's fire is a leap, then gorgeous and then ordinary, and it is the end after such a wanton jump and such a bloody life.

The end of dandelion is the moment when it is blown by the breeze. Small fluff is picked up by the wind like catkins, fluttering without attachment, flying to the distant place of dreams, and falling like feathers. This is the end.

The end of the sunset is when it sprinkles the last ray of sunshine on the earth. On the horizon, there is a sea of crimson flowers in full bloom, and red clouds are floating among the clouds, releasing the last strength. This is the end.

Everything has an end. Turn around at the finish line and start our new journey.

How long can we like something?

After listening to a song for a few days, I get tired of it, so I change it to the next one. You got used to one flavor of juice after drinking it for several months, so you changed to another flavor; I like someone for a few years, and I don't feel it. Should you find the next one?

We have also walked together and have been rushing forward on the road of youth. No matter what you see, hear and feel, you always put communication and enjoyment in the corner. Until later, we are still here, recalling the past in this place.

The end point of love is that two people can hold hands and reach a place called forever, but after that?

The end of affection is that everyone loves each other and cares about each other, no matter whether they are poor or rich, as long as there is a smile on their faces, that is enough. But did it stop?

The end of friendship is that even if we are not together, even if we live far apart, even if we are strangers, even if we have lost all our feelings. I can think of it when I am lonely, when it snows and when it is windy. But then what?

After that, we will turn around, continue to pack our bags, and continue on the long road of life, as always.

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Article 14: Perm your hair

Childhood is colorful, childhood is colorful, and childhood is also very interesting. I have made many jokes in ignorance, and many of them are still fresh in my memory.

When I was a child, whenever I saw my mother's curly yellow hair, I was envious. Mom is not at home today, and I want to have my own curly hair. According to my mother, curly hair is permed. What should I iron it with? I moved from room to room, and finally my eyes stayed on the bare heating (it was winter, and the heating at home was so hot that I dared not touch my hands). Remembering that my mother would curl my hair and apply hair gel every day, I first picked up the hair gel, looked in the mirror like my mother and touched half a bottle of hair gel on my hair. Then I stood motionless with my hips pressed against the heating, waiting for it to be curled. The heating was very hot. Just then, my mother came back from work. Seeing this scene, she was surprised and asked, "MengMeng, what are you doing?" "I'm perming my hair." When I said that my mother laughed at will, I was full of doubts in the mirror. I am a different person in the mirror: my hair is messy, which is quite different from the curly hair I imagined. I can't help touching it. It is as hard as a steel wire, and I am simply a living beggar. At this time, my mother told me, "It takes a certain time and temperature to perm my hair with special tools." What my mother said seems simple, but it tells me a profound truth: if you want to do something, you must first understand it and know it. This will get twice the result with half the effort.

Now that I'm grown up, I blush when I think about it. Dear, how ridiculous I was when I was a child!

Grade 4, Shen Xing Primary School, Yuhua District, Shijiazhuang, Hebei: Wu Xumeng

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Chapter 15: Sunshine with 45 degrees head up

Left hand youth, right hand reflection

I have read Jing M Guo's book, which is the book "Left Hand Years, Right Hand Reflection", but he told the story of Grade Three, and I told the story of Grade Three! ! !

In my story, there are also many people: Black at the same table, overbearing pole, ruthless tour, "African" An Zi, savage thunder! ! ! ! ! !

Although there is not much time left, we can still live every day poetically!

Although we will be separated in the future, the road ahead is long!

However, when we have no tomorrow, we say forever!

We, left-handed youth, right-handed reflection! ! ! ! ! !

About me

My name is Sky, and I can't tell you why. Maybe I just like the sky, maybe I just like its pronunciation. As it turns out, I don't know

I have never understood why I have an English name because I have always regarded English as my enemy.

In fact, I don't like to write about me in words, because I can't tell which things are mine and which are not.

I don't like writing stories I don't think I have talent. I am only used to writing everything. In my country, let me play.

I like looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. I like sunshine, blue and pure white.

My constellation is a lion.

My hobby, I don't know.

One fifth of my life has passed.

There are still two months left in my third year.

My future is in my hands!