The writing style of the new concept composition contest

Wen/Zhou Wuna

I'd like to dedicate this to my dear Class 51.

this summer, I am immersed in loneliness. Friends are all attending various cram schools outside and hiding in the buildings of this city. I'm used to surfing the Internet in the morning. At this great time, those familiar avatars on my friends list will only be gloomy.

the final exam. Get the report card. Learn agriculture. When these programs are running, we have been laughing and making trouble. It's really not trying to smile.

we have a tacit understanding about parting.

During the period near the final exam, the teacher handed out many test papers for us to do exercises. Every time I get a test paper, I habitually write down my name class in the upper left corner, and then I think sadly that I can't write down this shift after my name in the future.

The weather is getting hotter day by day, and the countdown to the final exam on the blackboard at the back becomes 1 days. Xiao qing told me that in 1 days, we will no longer belong to this group.

I was speechless, and then I saw the outline of the classroom tables and chairs became dignified in the twilight.

the back road has been blocked, and the front road is desolate everywhere. This is my own choice.

I always remember that when I sent out the liberal arts intention list, Sui Sui held my hand tightly, very tightly. My fingers ached faintly, but I still insisted on smiling at her.

But now, I can't find your left hand beside my right hand. Empty palm, can't find the warmth of interlocking fingers. Once, I was overbearing and I must compete with you for the position by the window; Carelessly, I spilled your milk. I've given you so much trouble. I'm really not a good deskmate.

I rummaged around the house looking for a memoir of a spring outing, and put it on the computer to read it over and over again. Over and over again, until tears wet my face. The turbulent past is generally churning in my heart, leaving a dim trace.

those glorious days. Those long and meticulous love. Those familiar eyes and eyebrows.

will you always remember it like me?

The joy of winning the goal at the last second in the basketball game once ignited our happiness like a fire.

Asking the class teacher to organize a classmate's signature book to make up lessons shows our determination to catch up.

I remember our spring outing, so happy. I deeply know that it was my first and last spring outing in Class 51.

Feifei has been climbing the mountain quickly, and there are only gasps in her ears, as well as the whistling wind on the mountain road. In fact, I couldn't climb for a long time, but we didn't say anything discouraged, and we still kept going forward with high morale. Later, Dumbbell and Xiaopi shouted slogans to catch up, one two one, one two one. The four of us started a tug-of-war unyieldingly. In fact, we all lost our strength, but we persisted.

after the worse gate, we stopped and had a pleasant pine tree rain together. The mountains are foggy, just like a fairyland. We put our hands to our mouths and shouted at the mountains together: "51 is the strongest-"

These syllables rang in our ears over and over again, rising and sinking with the floating clouds.

Then, another voice belonging to 51 came from a little height: "If it's 51, catch up with us quickly!"

the touch at that moment was unparalleled. Now that I think about it, my heart is still warm, as if the so-called time has never existed. That kind of cordial feeling is brought by the four numbers "51". Although you are where I can't see you, I still know that you are there and have not been far away.

In winter, I fainted in the school toilet and cut a big hole in my jaw. When I was helped back to the classroom by Yi Yi, I was still groggy and didn't understand what had happened. Then I saw you surrounded, frightened and concerned. You are going to send me to the school infirmary. When I got to the first floor, I found that it was raining outside, and Shuchang took off his school uniform to shelter me from the rain. When I arrived at the school infirmary, the doctor said that the wound was deep and I had to send it to a big hospital for stitches. I suddenly began to be afraid, and the pain in my jaw began to spread unscrupulously. I cried with a loud "wow" and was at a loss. Fei Fei, Yi Yi and Shu Chang are all around me, and you kindly call me "Super Saiya". Comfortable and even with that very interesting action. Yi said that the Super Saiya people are the strongest and bravest! Immediately, the tears stopped flowing. At that time, I felt that there was really nothing to be afraid of with you around.

after sewing, I went home, and my mobile phone was never quiet all night. A steady stream of short messages came to me, and almost all the classmates knew about my injury. One short message carrying greetings and worries moved me to tears.

I think I will always remember that I was so happy to receive text messages one by one under the desk lamp. I even thanked that accident, which made me understand that I had so much care and friendship.

this is a very long summer vacation. Every day is so hot and boring. I used to spend a lot of time on the bus, get in one at random, sit until my mind was dizzy, and then find a stop at random. This cycle, and finally sit home. Walking through the streets of this city, I always think of you irrepressibly. Looking at the community or the station outside the window, I would think that Weiwei's family lives near here, and Ban Hua's family will take a bus from here. The thought of not being able to study in the same classroom with you after school starts makes me feel empty and lost.

I still remember the last day of studying agriculture, and everyone returned to Liuyang No.1 Middle School. After getting off at the school gate, I have been looking for my classmates with my eyes. When we finally found the big team of 51, Sui Sui and I ran happily and joined in. The feeling at that time was as warm as going home. I think, after the placement, I am still labeled. I was a glorious member of 51, and this will never change.

Xiaoqiang, a long-lost classmate, called to ask about Chinese homework as usual. Almost every Sunday night in Grade One, he sends an extremely irresponsible message: "What homework should I hand in tomorrow? Please be specific, thank you. " I have been playing the role of "good guy", and I can only text him word by word to tell him about his homework in various subjects.

After answering his question, I said, "Actually, I won't take the Chinese homework next semester ..."

I remember that when the end of the term approached, Swallow and Suisui and I sat very close together and always sang "Write a Song" together. Now I want to sing to you-

The moon is in your eyes and the sun is in my heart. Now I write this article, just for you, just for you.

The emotion of separation has been said many times. Again, I love you. Dear class 51. You who have been with me for a year.

As long as love is there and memories are there, Class 51 will always be there.