7000-word composition

Your city has a long coastline. On the beach in summer evening, messy footprints are instantly destroyed by ebb and flow. You said you had endless likes.

In the morning, you put on a long chestnut windbreaker, and the stand collar covers the hair tips highlighted with grape red. When going out, the key gracefully turned two 360 degrees, and when sliding into the pocket, it collided with each other and made a unique sound of metal. At 5: 45, you are standing at the elevator entrance of the thirtieth floor apartment. The wind is pouring in from the side window, and you can't help rubbing your hands, making you smoke with anger. But when you meet someone who has just gone out, you just stand up straight, pretend as if nothing has happened, say good morning in Wu Nong soft language, and raise your mouth. When I got into the elevator car, while no one was making naughty faces in front of the mirror, I took out a steamed stuffed bun that took a selfie on my mobile phone, without the "clean and elegant" gentleman image in my neighbor's mouth. When I walked out of the building, I met the little boy who delivered the milk, patted him on the shoulder, and took out his milky bottle from the single rack, pretending to be old enough to say "shrimp shrimp". In fact, I am not much bigger.

Walking through the low alley on the side of the road, the light was not bright enough, and my nose was sensitive to the taste of soybean milk fritters. You want to know how long it's been since you've had porridge cooked by your parents. One day, two days, one month, two months, one year. When you think of "two years", you shake your head and laugh. The children in the school ran forward waving their hands with their schoolbags on their backs.

So the day began, and there was a bright but not dazzling light.

You are listening to a boring western classic class, and the old professor with small glasses is patting the beer belly with a whiteboard pen in one hand. You were so absorbed that you left after half a class. God drew a stick figure on the paper. Then you sit quietly in different multimedia lecture halls, blow the heating, remember the speech, and occasionally stand up and speak. Students you don't know turn around to look at you for a few minutes, and then turn back. It's raining in Mao Mao outside the window.

You have no classes in the afternoon. After dinner with friends at two o'clock, you put your hands in your pockets and walk on the pedestrian street covered with beautiful floor tiles. The rain stopped and there was no floating dust in the air. The tall buttonwood trees on both sides of the avenue you walked have all fallen off, and the trunk is painted half white. You still think it is impeccable. You think of the streets and alleys that you walk through after school every day in high school. The sun shone through the leaves and the asphalt road was mottled with light and shadow. There is a poorly painted mailbox on the roadside. In the dolphin-shaped public telephone booth, there was a busy tone from the hanging receiver, and the couple stalls at the barbecue stall were very enthusiastic.

In the evening, the lights have been active early, the windows on the Bund are full of money, and the buildings in Lujiazui are prosperous and luxurious. In the square, young faces are dressed as angel's light ring straps and wings, and teenagers dressed as hiphop jump hip hop and do graceful landing movements. When you walk past them, you applaud them.

You will go home around eight o'clock, and this concrete forest has just begun to climax at night. As soon as I entered the door, I took off my long trench coat and shoes and socks and walked barefoot on the frozen floor indoors, but I didn't feel cold. It is said that 27 layers of pure water are poured out of the water dispenser. If you swallow it in your mouth, your Adam's apple will move up and down with the rhythm, and it doesn't matter if the water overflows from your mouth. You put down the cup, jump on the sofa and press the remote control. Television is either a tearful women's theater or a domineering idol drama. After watching it for a while, you find that the plot is extremely boring, and the hero is not even as good as himself, so he changed the channel as a winner, feeling that he would rather watch an aphrodisiac advertisement than a self-righteous beautiful teenager in Taiwan Province Province.

Just after nine o'clock, you turned off the TV, called your mother and talked about your study and her life. That's it. She is still nagging, but she is still at ease to hear the familiar voice. Finally, she added, "Do you have a girlfriend?" You smiled and said, "Go to sleep." When you get up and take a comfortable hot bath, you really think the lily in the shower gel smells good, although this one is really for babies.

When you dry the water droplets on your hair with a towel, you write a blog on the keyboard, and then you look at the documents and bills sent by your uncle from the company. Actually, you don't understand everything. You watched The Barber again. You thought you would cry, but in the end you were just worried. You're thinking, this movie is really, really touching. ...

You are thinking that one day in the future, you will take your 350dDC to Beijing. You are too eager to see old Beijing. There are hutongs under the setting sun and Shichahai under the setting sun; The solemn drum tower and the square Gongwangfu; Shuiguan Great Wall beacon tower, Changling underground palace, cold. But what you really want to see is not the magnificent palace, nor the newly-built Bird's Nest Water Egg Water Cube. You just want to see the Beijingers under the roots of the imperial city, and want to see their profound and wise expressions and leisurely memories. You just like old streets and simple people. Well, count the Beijing dialect with your tongue.

Think like this, you finally go to sleep with a little fatigue. Outside the landing window, the Oriental Pearl Jinmao Tower looms in the distance, and the huge clear night sky is like a curtain that has not been removed.

(2)

Where I am, it takes several hours to drive to the seaside. In summer, heroes fall, and there are light cotton wool fluttering in the wind everywhere, just like the snow in the north. I think it's actually beautiful.

At six o'clock in the morning, it was still dark. The director's extremely nonstandard Putonghua resounded throughout the campus through speakers with poor sound quality. The tragic farewell to the hospital bed is because the school rules clearly say that "you will be severely criticized if you don't control for no reason", but you are really timid and dare not fall. Eight people in the dormitory lined up to brush their teeth and wash their faces. The one in pajamas leaned against the wall and dozed off again, which was extremely profound. Mechanical action, godless face, seeing a stubborn hairbrush in the mirror, I suddenly got anxious, grabbed the comb and dipped it in water and pressed it hard.

Ten minutes later, I hurried to the playground to queue up. The cold is biting, and many people put on long-sleeved coats outside the short-sleeved school uniforms. With the music of "The First Stretch", trembling hands and feet are perfunctory. As soon as the music was over, I ran to the canteen. If I go late, I won't be able to buy delicious meat buns. The number of people in the canteen is increasing. In winter, the canteen is like a greenhouse. When I think of those days in summer, I always scream for hunger. I'd rather eat casually in the canteen than step into the sauna in the canteen.

Finally, I dragged my tired body to the classroom on the fifth floor. I don't know whether the voice of endorsement should be called ancestral temple chanting or market bargaining. Some students recite words while eating steamed bread, and some students are discussing the NBA rocket-piston game last night. In the morning class, the grade plays English listening, propping up his chin and yawning with a small hook.

My dear teachers call themselves "the richest teachers in the city" to save our unaffordable studies. We all claim to have a high IQ, and think that a famous teacher must be a high-profile student. Everyone looks like a dark horse. The teacher is really good, and our grades are not generally poor, but we must believe that each of us really has the determination to fight for blogs. It is necessary for the little old man who teaches mathematics to tell a cold joke. Smile when you are in a good mood, and whisper when you are in a bad mood, "You bastard don't think the temperature is low enough." Teacher Wang didn't forget to teach us "puppy love is fruitless, wake up the lost lamb", which really digressed her. Although the history teacher is not tall, his tone is not small. "I am the strongest history teacher under the age of 40 in the city" ... We believe that the best teacher in the school has been fighting in the forefront of the college entrance examination. When they said contemptuously, "Let's play the college entrance examination", we seemed to see the shining light behind them.

After school, I took time to go out and visit the bookstore. After a long struggle in my heart, my feet finally didn't stop on the bestseller shelf but went straight to the college entrance examination book counter. I'm thinking "38 episodes of Tian Li" or "Divide by Divide". After checking the price, I chose the expensive one, because I think it must be worth it. My roommate called me and said that the school was cut off from water again. I don't mind going home and taking a bath. It's good to live in the city ... the mobile phone has been scolded.

My parents are used to me sneaking home from school from time to time. When eating, my father put the dishes in my bowl and said that good health is the capital of the college entrance examination. Mother has been complaining about the rising price of pork. It seems that she will eat soon in the future, which is totally unreliable. When I went out, my dad put something in my hand, saying that at school, don't be tired, buy more when you should, and don't save the money. What I want to say gets stuck in my throat, and finally I just say "enough". When I ran downstairs, I felt an unspeakable sadness.

The school guard uncle shouted at a distance, "that classmate, how do you drag your feet?" The school gate is closing! Wait, where's your school badge? " Run up the old ramp, stick out your tongue and take out the school badge from your schoolbag. At this time, the bell for class at seven o'clock in the evening rang on time. Do you have to write English, read and analyze geometry without regrets every day? If not, you won't get the exam results. Then the college entrance examination will fail, then parents will be disappointed, and then they will be sorry for themselves. Then two hours of night repair, you try your best to bring it.

10: 30, I packed my things, took the quilt and flashlight, lay in bed and began to read the outline and handouts. Anyway, I can't sleep. It is better to study the reality of oblique throwing than to count the little sheep. Hearing the girls in the lower berth breathing evenly, I feel that a good foundation is good, which is very enviable, but it doesn't matter. I almost surpassed you last time, and I will definitely do it next time. The comrade-in-arms struggling diagonally across the street said she was hungry. After whispering, she sneaked out of bed and made a cup to share. There was not enough boiling water, and the hot noodles were a little hard, but I still ate them with relish. Actually, I know it's easy to get fat after supper.

It was almost twelve o'clock, and I finally fell asleep and said good night to each other. I don't know where there are several cats barking and dogs barking.

(3)

You said, well, you can.

One lazy afternoon, you wake up to find that your father left you forever. You hold your mother's thin shoulders and listen to her crying like a helpless child, and suddenly you lose the courage to cry.

At that time, you didn't know anything, clamoring to give up your studies and share the burden for your family. Everyone believes that you can get into the top 30 of the science class, but you are definitely a business idiot. Your illiterate mother slapped you in the face and drove you back to the classroom. At that time, the countdown card of the college entrance examination in the teaching building hall only had two digits at the beginning of four words.

One evening in July, you slept in a stone chair by the artificial lake in school, and the grass in your mouth was chewing bitter juice. The wicker grazes your head, and the Brazilian tortoise in the water swims around swinging its heavy shell. You know you can go to the city where the man you are afraid of has been working hard for many years, but you are not happy at all. You said that if this ticket needs to be exchanged with your life, you would rather exchange the admission books of three colleges for the old days with nothing. In fact, this is a sad word for no reason.

This is the first time you have dragged your luggage into the airport alone, but you are not as nervous as you thought. No matter how you persuade, your relocated mother will stay in the country. When she saw you off, she told you that you were more and more like your father. She also told you that your father used to be a big breeder of scenery, but later the duck farm was drugged and hundreds of crows died overnight. Your father lost everything, but he gritted his teeth and did not shed a tear. He left his wife and children behind and went north to the city without looking back. Worked as a coolie, sold a box lunch, suffered a lot, suffered a lot. Finally, I just held up for a day. It's just that he was so tired that he fell down and never stood up before he enjoyed himself. You wipe the tears from the corner of your eyes with the back of your hand, put your hands together in the direction of home, and then walk to the security checkpoint. There is a sweet voice in the waiting room.

Walk into an apartment on the 30th floor. You're not even sure if this is home. You look around and see the vertical photo frame on the table. It was taken in his yard during the Spring Festival one year before he left home. At that time, you were only nine years old, standing behind him and his mother, with clear eyes and innocent smile. You finally cried.

You gave his company to his good friend before he died, and you chose to finish your studies because he had been looking forward to you so much. You go to class and sleep on time every day and volunteer occasionally on weekends. You think this must be what a good student should do. You don't smoke, drink or play video games because you guess he won't like it. It has been like this for two years. Your major in finance, 7788, also asked about the company's business with dignity. My uncle said that you are becoming more and more promising. You're embarrassed to say it's still far away. In fact, you are very happy to ask for a little wife.

You can proudly say to him, Dad, don't worry.

You're already great.

(4)

I said, well, nothing.

It's already a matter of primary school to get the certificate of mathematics Olympic Games, but I still can't learn mathematics well in high school. I shook my head and felt that girls were destined to have no fate with numbers. Being admitted to the city's key high schools in a daze has not changed the painful fact that the second place in senior one is equal. I ran to the school worker lake and swore loudly that if I didn't get good grades in the exam, I would die a natural death. Then I thought it was too poisonous. If I break my word, I will be miserable, so I regret it for a long time.

I still didn't learn math and physics well. I tried to convince myself that all roads lead to Rome when I applied for liberal arts, but I was still a little lost in science. After all, I like science so much. Then there is the test paper, which becomes a pile in the third year of high school. Every day, I hand out papers, answer questions, read scores, comment on exercises, and nothing else. Fold the paper handed down from the front row into a paper plane and open the window without throwing it out. Put it back on the table and spread it out. Write your name on the wrinkled crease and begin to answer the questions. Rubber water-based pens and staplers are scattered on the table.

Sometimes I feel bad. To solve it in a woman's way is to push the road with friends. I coveted my favorite music box for a long time, but I was still very sensible and didn't buy it. Excluding unimportant membership cards, book rental cards and calendar cards, and deducting food expenses and information expenses, the bulging wallet actually has less than 20 yuan left. Eating snacks is also a way to vent your emotions, so you can only blame yourself for getting acne and gaining weight. I have lived in my teens and twenties. I have never had long hair, worn a skirt or secretly loved any passing boy. Not tall, chubby, and average-looking. Shouting that someone should arrange a blind date after the college entrance examination.

In life, there will always be countless casual and casual misses. I was too lazy to pick up and drop off when I was a child. I didn't learn the violin or recite the electronic organ in a hurry to go to class. I play crazy in the alley with the children next door like a boy every day. The most flexible movements of fingers are weaving flower ropes and throwing marbles. It's still the same when you grow up. The long-awaited total solar eclipse craned its neck to wait, but I still had to go back to the classroom because of the arrival of evening self-study. You have to wait another four years next time. Four years is really a long time.

I really want to walk around and see those intoxicating scenery, although I have never crossed the provincial boundary so far. There are excellent brothers and sisters in the school. One day in the past winter, they went to a distant city to write down their words, and then they were affirmed, and suddenly they became talented people in the national population. I have neither such talent nor such luck. Although I really want to find a high-sounding reason to take a gorgeous vacation, I know in my heart that, like most senior three students, the college entrance examination is still the top priority. Take time out to watch movies, listen to music and recite words and phrases, even if it is hard. After all, life is hard to meet.

Dear Phoenix, dear Jiuzhaigou, dear Zhangjiajie ... Although I haven't arrived yet, you must wait for me.

(5)

There is no accident in this world, only necessity. Is it the growth of age that makes quantitative change into qualitative change, or how much more proud capital will you gain after many hardships?

Chopin's fingers flew over black and white keys, and the winds of the four seasons provoked waltzes.

"I can't thank them enough for their kindness and kindness."

"Mom and Dad, your daughter is not that bad."

"How did you learn? Our school is not casually tested. "

"In fact, this is very good. It is not such a distant wish to test Z and F. "

"I hope my friend can have a smooth and unrestrained journey."

"Although I can't share the unhappy past for you, I believe that we will always be by your side."

"A friend is someone who says he loves you even though they are far apart."

"Your blessing is like a freshly baked soup dumpling, which makes people feel warm."

"You must work hard and surpass me."

"Yes, I am much better now than you were two years ago, hehe."

……

Those little happiness at your fingertips are like the overwhelming blue on your head, like the lemon eucalyptus growing tall in the season.

(6) Postscript:

It used to be foggy, but now the clouds are light and the wind is light. One person's day rises and the moon sets, and another person's struggle moves forward.

These two life States are so irrelevant and have no intersection in the eyes of others, but I know that this is not just a simple "you" and "me".

It is "we" and "we" who treat each other as good friends.

These words are for my good friend Rojas. I gave him a promise: write our fairy tales and sing our ballads. I hope he will forgive me for not being a competent recorder, but at least I am writing with my heart.

We always encourage each other, because we believe that as long as two people's hearts are together, even if they are thousands of miles apart, they will not get lost in their respective journeys.

Those yellow past and sharp future can't compare with the peaceful and calm reality now. Although this feeling really has nothing to do with that thing called love, I still sincerely hope that you and I can get God's blessing.