Composition appreciation

Memories stopped in the afternoon when we met again, and the sunshine stung my eyes. I wrote down memories here that I don't want to enlarge or delete.

Grey Cinderella at noon 12

That summer came early. It is already very hot in June. You still have messy long hair. Sit in my front row.

I have a new math teacher. There was too much input in the lecture, but I didn't like it. I still like Lao Xu. I see you reading cartoons in the drawer in every math class. I think you feel the same as me, don't you?

You and I are probably the kind of students who are not interested in mathematics. This is when you are away. I learned it by quietly looking through my exercise book in the front seat. It seems that there are more ruthless red crosses on it than in my book.

You and I have never talked to you.

The new teacher is really annoying. If there is something wrong with his homework, he has to correct it at school at noon. There are you, me and many other students. Logical thinking is really bad. Really can't. I racked my brains to find out what was wrong with my homework. You didn't even shake the angry eyes behind the teacher's thick glasses on the podium.

The students who finished correcting their homework walked out of the teacher one after another. In the end, it was just you, me and the teacher.

The teacher waved helplessly: "Forget it, go home and call me when you are ready tomorrow." I stood up and cleaned up slowly. The teacher walked out of the classroom. You are still sitting there.

I bent down to look at the picture on your desk: it seems to be in the palace. The clock on the wall coincides with the three hands, pointing north together. So harmonious, so tacit. The boy wearing a golden crown and the girl wearing gorgeous clothes are dancing. According to my intuition, which girl should it be; Cinderella in> movies.

"Did you draw it? It's beautiful! "

You didn't speak, just wiped your eyes below. I look into your eyes, and my little eyes are full of tears.

My smile froze in the air.

"Take it if you like," you said.

"Really? That's great. Thank you. Ok ... why are you crying? "

You didn't speak, just lowered your head.

"You must have had some sad experiences, or you lost something." I smiled.

"Yes, that's right."

"If you believe me, can you tell me?" I'm watching you very carefully.

"Don't you think I'm wordy?"

"Of course not."

"When I was very young, my father abandoned me and my mother. I went to Z city alone. My mother and I live at home. Very lonely. Whenever I see other children holding their father in their left hand and their mother playing happily in their right hand, I am particularly envious. Why do others have a father and I don't? " You choked. "My father sends me some money every month. But he doesn't know, I don't want money, I just want him to accompany me. But he never spent his birthday with me. I wrote a lot of letters, a lot. But every time the envelope is sealed and stamped, I realize that I don't have his address at all I don't know how to contact my father. When I was in kindergarten, people said I was a child without a father. Playing tricks on me, I never bear it. When it rains, all parents come to take their children home. My mother is very busy and has no time. I had to rush home in the rain. I think many things will change if my father is by my side, but he doesn't appear. " You're crying even harder. I can't hear you clearly.

I didn't say anything, just wondering how this girl who usually loves to talk and laugh became like this.

"I think I just want a modern Cinderella," you said.

"Unfortunately, things happen to everyone. Maybe others are worse than you. " I really don't think I can comfort people. How can I put it?

You stand up and hug me, and I will hug you. Pat you gently on the back.

"Thank you for hearing me out. I really appreciate it. I used to think that a good student like you looked down on a poor student like me. Now I realize that I was wrong. You are kind and naive. " You make me feel a little embarrassed.

"er ... no I always thought you were the kind of person who would ignore my arrogance. I didn't expect you to tell me so much. "

"My arrogance is fake. Ok ... I told you today, I hope you won't tell. You are the first person to know about it.

"Don't you believe me?"

"Oh, how come!"

I smiled.

"I miss my dad." You hold me tighter.

"Never mind. You won't be lonely. You have many friends. Forget your father. "

"Friends? They are all friends who eat, drink and be merry, and none of them really help me and understand me. "

"yes. Here it is. "

"You mean you?"

"Yes, it is."

"So we are friends from now on?"

"yes."

I didn't go home at noon that day, and neither did you. We talked for a long time. It felt great for the first time. I can't believe I can make a person who cries so much happy.

"Can you call me Kiki and I call you Jiang Mumu?"

"Very good."

Actually, we have known each other for a long time.

& lt Cinderella without glass shoes >

You like a boy named Ye. You say. Actually, I already know. You like it for so long, but you never say it. Children from single-parent families seem to mature a little earlier than their peers. In fact, you don't know that Ye is a boy without a mother. Which girl named Yi does he like? I told you. You don't care.

One day, you wrote a note to Ye. Ye returned the note to you before going to school. I know your confession to Ye is on it. It should have the word Ye on it. You cried after reading it. I thought you'd be fine after crying. I didn't expect you to cry until after school, and all the students on duty left.

It's just you and me in the dark classroom.

"Why do you do this when you know he likes Yi?" I said.

I just want to try poetry, and I won't give up until he tells me himself. I can't believe it's true. "You are a little sad." Can you stay with me for a while? Now "

"all right."

I'll take you to climb the mountain behind the school. Let tears and sweat drop together. When we climbed down from the other side of the mountain, you seemed to forget the note. You tell me jokes. The two of us laughed wildly on the road.

I don't know what you are doing now. Smile every day.

& lt Cinderella and Cinderella >

If you are Cinderella, Yi is Cinderella.

Yi is thin and looks thin. Her family is very poor, so she has to help her parents do a lot of things. Actually, I don't know Yi very well.

Don't look away in disgust when you see Ye and talking and laughing, and talk and laugh with me later. I saw you out of the corner of my eye, still paying attention to Ye's every move. I pretended not to care. I really want to tell you that Yi likes Ye very much. But nobody wants to see you cry again.

When you face Yi, you will immediately walk away and hit her on the shoulder. Yi walks sideways.

Yi once told me that every time you see her, your eyes are waiting. That sounds horrific. This is sheer nonsense. Doesn't she know that enemies meet after a brief encounter?

I really want to tell you that Yi will put up with you everywhere and stop targeting her everywhere. I know you are not the kind of person who likes ambition. It's just that you like leaves too much. At our age, don't like someone easily. But I can't say it. It's normal that you lack fatherly love since childhood and want the attention of the opposite sex. I can't say.

At Christmas, you gave Ye a card. It says: Would you like me without Yi?

He sent you a card: maybe. Actually, you're cute.

Then you gave Yi another card: I hope you die.

It's easy to stay away from you and me from now on.

& lt two kittens >

I like cats, so do you.

In those insignificant boring classes, the two of us often write long paragraphs to each other. We have a special notebook full of notes. I don't know why I have so much to say to you. Don't worry about being discovered by the teacher. You sit in the penultimate row, I sit in the penultimate row, both against the wall. Teachers are hard to find.

We wrote a lot, which was never found by the teacher. You and I are still painting on it. Often three or four lovely kittens. Life at that time was really happy.

I often go to your house on weekends, or ask a few girls to go to the skating rink or go shopping.

You bought a couple necklace. This is one of Hello Kitty's kitten necklaces. It's beautiful. You put one around my neck and the other around your own neck.

You said, "We are two kittens, and we will be together forever."

I nodded.

Happiness continues.

Do you remember our vows? If I write to you, you will be surprised to think for a long time: Who is Jiang Mumu?

I remember your name is Kiki.

I still remember our vows.

& lt the injured Kiki >

You were slapped for me by a boy. A few days later, you took a group of boys to the hospital. The head teacher wants to punish us, and you stand up and say, "It's none of her business."

Then you will bear the medical expenses alone. Forced by the class teacher to write a review. I also took a "political class" for a few days.

Actually, you are quite interesting. I started it, but you have to take full responsibility. Parents of students also scold you. I watched the way you shook your fist. It really hurts and makes me feel guilty. This is worse than watching you get chopped up.

This thing is not completely over yet, and another thing has happened. This is really a wave of turmoil, and it is a wave.

At noon that day, I played with you in the small garden behind the school. I returned to the classroom very late. When I came back, I found my friend Hui Hui's face was not very good. She ran over and whispered, "Ari chatted with you and Kiki with the class teacher to order books. She also said that you would hand out the book in every class. What should I do? "

Ari has been jealous of me and hates me since I transferred to this class. I don't know why. Ali, have I ever offended you?

I didn't tell you this, because according to your temper, you will never let go of Ari. Besides, Ari has a good relationship with you. You live very close to her and take a walk together after school every day. If you want to fuck me, why does she fuck you?

I can see a picture in my mind: Ali is standing at the table, saying something with his hand behind his back. Look at the head teacher with flattering eyes. The class teacher is holding my notebook in his hand and leafing through the contents page by page. And point at it with your finger. I'm waiting for the head teacher to announce that we have entered the temple.

It seems that I have thought of all the words to answer the teacher in charge's questions. But when you and I were really recruited into the office, I didn't defend myself. I have nothing to say.

I walked hand in hand with you to the office. Walking out of the classroom door, I happened to meet Ari. I stared at her and she smiled defiantly at us.

Walk into the office. Bambusa raised his book and said, "Whose hunger is this?"

I was just about to say that this is mine. You said you said it first. The head teacher asked us both to go there. You squeezed my hand and let it go. I don't know what that means.

"You two have a lot of nerve." He continued to turn the pages.

"Who wrote this paragraph?" She pointed to one of the paragraphs and read it out. "* * * (the name of the class teacher) She is disgusting and speaks dialect in class. Teach us Chinese. Well, go home and study for a few more years. You don't know, when she told us to do our homework, she also picked her nose ... who wrote it! " The head teacher turned red with anger.

"It's me." You beat me to it.

I feel so useless that I make you responsible for everything I do. I'm just an ostrich. When something happens, I will bury my head in the sand and hang you outside.

The head teacher slapped you with that book. My hometown hurts like slapping me in the face. I want to say that I wrote it, but I don't have the courage to speak.

The head teacher pulled me over and said, "No wonder your grades have dropped recently, so that's it. Good students don't always play with poor students, which will affect your future, future ... "I didn't speak.

She and I talked for a long time.

Then he pulls you over and says, "I see through you. If you don't study hard, it will still affect good students. " I will teach you a lesson today. "

She took out a stick and patted your hand. It's like knocking on my heart.

I can't listen to it anymore. Standing in the same place for a long time. Later, the head teacher told us to go back. I hold your hand and you look at me. That look is a little strange.

When did the parting begin?

You still go to school with Ali. I don't know what Ari told you. About me, you are getting cold to me. At that time, the head teacher moved our position unwisely. Well, I avoided the embarrassment of having nothing to say to you.

I want to say that Ari gave the notebook to the teacher, and Ari provoked our relationship. But before I could say, we have all graduated. You go to No.7 Middle School and I go to No.3 Middle School.

After that, I am afraid that we will meet again as strangers. I often wear Katie's necklace. I wonder if you have yours. If you keep it, will you think of me when you see it?

Can you still get through the phone at that time?

Was QQ still in use then?

Do you still live in the same place?

I remember all this.

Just,

Or does it belong to you?

I always thought you moved away and no longer lived here. Actually, you've been here the whole time. I just couldn't find it.

I met you again this summer.

I walked past you, and you smiled at me and walked past me. This face is familiar to me, but I can't remember it.

When I remembered it was you, then I turned to look at you, and you looked back at me, smiling like the sunshine at that time.

I can only respond with a slightly surprised and relieved smile.

The sunshine stung my eyes.

There is also the> in Angela Zhang.

I always wear your loving smile.

Looking for the beauty I lost along the way

Inadvertently when tears slip through the corners of the mouth

Just wipe it off with the hand you shook.

No amount of scenery will stop.

Just looking for my lost beauty.

Some people can't tell the difference.

But no one can replace it.

One second, some things are doomed to old age.

Although fate loves joking, sincerity will meet sincerity.