Find the artistic conception and the beginning and end of some scenes (for exam composition)

1 Many things that we thought would never be forgotten were forgotten in the days that we never forget. I know I am not a good recorder, but I like to look back on the road I have traveled more than anyone else. I not only looked back, but also rushed forward angrily. You gave me a tear, and I saw all the oceans in your heart. If God wants to destroy a person, he must be crazy. But I have been crazy for so long, why hasn't God killed me? Will love carved on the back of the chair, like flowers on cement, open a windless and lonely forest? In this sad and bright March, I whipped my horse from my thin youth, through violets, through kapok and through swaying. 7 If you laugh once, I will be happy for several days; But seeing you cry once made me sad for several years. What we once thought was unforgettable was forgotten by us in the process of our obsession. Lonely people always think of everyone who has appeared in their lives, so I always think of you counting my loneliness over and over again every night when the stars fall. Whenever I look at the sky, I don't like to talk anymore. Whenever I speak, I dare not look at the sky again. I count your smiles every day, but when you are in Lian Xiao, you are so lonely. They say your smile is beautiful and undeveloped. 12 My life is full of warmth. I gave you everything, and you left me. How to smile at others in the future? 13 I once had a smile in my life, but it finally dissipated like fog. That smile became a swift river deeply buried in my heart, and I couldn't swim across it. The sound of that river has become my daily life. 14 secular noise and brightness, secular happiness and happiness, like a clean stream, in the wind, in front of my eyes, Mimi, warm as a spring, I didn't expect anything, I just want you to be happy, don't be sad ... 15 The wind blows like a broken flower, and your smile shakes. 16 One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs. Then one day, you will find that you have really forgotten what you tried to forget. 17 hid in a certain time and missed the palm print for a while; Hiding somewhere, missing someone standing on the road, on the road, makes me worry. 18 Hold my hand and walk with your eyes closed, so you won't get lost. 19 If one day we are not together, we should be together. Some things are not over yet, so forget it. Everyone is a king, dominating in his own world. Don't listen to me. But don't make me listen to you. 2 1 I forgot which year, which month and which wall was engraved with a face-Zhang Wei smiled and stared at my face sadly. We laughed and said that we stayed in the same place in time, but in fact, some people will always remember it. Even if we forget his voice, his smile and his face, we will never feel that way when we think of him. Children associated with words will never be happy. Their happiness is like a playful child, wandering to the skylight and refusing to come back. You will never see my loneliest time, because I am loneliest only when you are not by my side. 26. The space formed by songs is a time when people can come and go freely, so the face of people who are still protected has never changed with a huge and endless hate. One day I will walk away from you silently. I missed a lot, and I was always sad alone. I look at you smiling, silent, proud and lost, just like I am now, so I am happy with you, and I am sad with you. It's just that I have been standing in the present, and you will always stay in the past. If we are all children, we can stay in the same place in time. Sitting together, listening to the story of never getting old, I slowly hung my head. I forgot which day I carved a face on which wall-Zhang Wei smiled and stared at my face sadly. Will the love carved on the back of the chair bloom like a windless forest on the concrete floor? 3 1 Not every effort will yield, but every effort must be paid, which is an unfair and irreversible proposition. When you really love something, you will find how fragile and powerless language is. There is always a gap between words and feelings, and forgetting is our unchangeable fate. Everything is like a misplaced painting. Everything in the past can't go back to the past, so it slowly extends bit by bit. Maybe we should really forget what interleaving is. What is happiness? Is to hide your sadness and smile at everyone. In a hard city, there is no soft love life. That is not Lin Daiyu, and there will be no amorous feelings because of sadness. But, I mean, there is a thousand-year-old smoke cloud in the world, and I remember it was water falling in my palm. Whether you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will still flow through your fingers drop by drop. Who is a passer-by in his life, who is the wheel of his life, the dust of past lives, the wind of this life, and the soul of endless sadness. I turned my head and looked at my growth trajectory day by day. I stood on the side of the road, my hands in my trench coat pockets, watching countless people pass me with a straight face. Occasionally someone stops to smile at me. I know that these people who stay will eventually become the warmth of my life. When I see them, I will never give up. There is no legend that the grass grows and the warbler flies in this city. It will always live in reality, with fast drums, hasty figures, numb eyes and fake smiles, and I am being assimilated. One day, it will be beyond recognition. Time has not taught me anything, but it has taught me not to believe that myth 40 is empty easily. A year passed like this. It will continue like this next year. I don't know whether there is depression behind stability, or whether there is stability in depression. We just can't find it. 4 1 left, which made things easier, people became kind, like children, and we started again. A wild animal was injured. It can hide itself in a cave, then lick its wounds and stick to it. But once asked, it can't stand being hurt. Like me, I am a stubborn child who refuses to heal, because my heart is a warm and humid place suitable for anything to grow. Because I know you are an anxious child, I dare not fly too far when I give you the thread. No matter how I fly to the clouds with the wind, I hope you can see it. Even if I get lost occasionally, I know you are waiting for me. I don't like talking, but I talk the most every day. I don't like to laugh, but I always laugh. People around me say that my life is so happy, so I think I am really happy. But why did I suddenly become silent among a large group of friends? Why do I feel sad when I see a similar figure in the crowd? I forgot to talk when I watched the trees fall leaves madly in autumn, and I forgot the original direction when I watched the warm yellow light on the road as it was getting late. ...