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At the end of the city, there is no bustling market, no shining neon lights; At the end of the city, there are only weather-beaten dilapidated shanty towns; At the end of the city, there are a group of people like them.

What should I call them? Children of migrant workers? Farmers' children? Or the second generation of migrant workers? No, I don't want to call them by these cold names. I want to call them by their simple birth names, hold their hands and approach their lives. ...

They grew up in the green mountains and green waters of their hometown, and their pure souls started jointing in the fields. In the wind of Shan Ye, they are running and dreaming. The wind blew into the city from the fields. For their livelihood and future, they followed their parents to the city and took root at the end of the city. So I got used to the eyes of green mountains and green waters, and came into contact with tall buildings and traffic for the first time. They don't know how to cross the six-lane road, and their little hands can't tell the floors of the office building. Prosperous modern civilization has never brought them any happiness, but this time, it has left a deep imprint on their hearts.

They took up their schoolbags and carefully integrated into city life. But in the strange eyes of "city people", I understood the difference between hukou and temporary residence permit for the first time. Are the treasures in parents' hearts! But prematurely assumed the burden that does not belong to this era.

When they come home from school, they cook a simple dinner, and their parents are still working at the construction site or the food market; Wake up in the middle of the night, the starry sky in the city is not as bright as my tearful hometown; Make a wish quietly, hoping that their primary school for children of migrant workers will not close down tomorrow because they can't pay the electricity bill. ...

However, I saw their growth in their growing bodies. I remember a reporter asked a child from a migrant children's school if he would go back to his hometown after graduation. The little girl said without hesitation: Of course, he must go back! At that moment, I almost cried for their growth.

I remember their childish declaration on the Spring Festival Evening that year: "Our school is small, but its grades are not bad", "We don't compare with children in the city" and "Beijing's 2008 is also our 2008!" They gradually matured, bid farewell to yesterday's shyness and began to welcome a new day.

Although, they are still worried about small tuition fees; Although, the school still can't afford to pay the utilities; Although, there are still many imperfect systems ... although there are many "although", only one "but" is enough. Many eyes have turned to them, and they are thriving.

The sun rises from the horizon, illuminating the end of the city and their lives.

They will eventually become us.

2008 Guangdong College Entrance Examination Composition: Don't Say "No" Easily

There is always sunshine after the storm.

I am not a brave boy. I am afraid of difficulties, I am afraid of being at a loss on the way forward, I am afraid of facing the hardships ahead, I am afraid of facing the world without a sense of direction, and I am afraid of losing myself. When things are about to have a result, especially when I have a bad feeling, I always choose to escape.

I've always wanted to learn to be strong, but being strong is not that easy. Being strong is always not as strong as I thought. It's not a word, it's not an emotion, it's not something you can do on impulse. I think it's so difficult. I tried to do it, but in the end I failed. I still gave up. Although things always end in failure and things always end in giving up, I didn't say no easily. Search is not a brave child, but I am not a child who gives up easily. The decision I give up is always made after a struggle.

Please don't think that when you are strong, it must be a rainbow, and a beautiful world must be waiting for you. People will not be happy in everything, we will still face failure, we will still face pain, we will still face crying, but you should try your best to fight for it before we cry.

Perhaps, I am a failed child, and I am a child who has not yet grown up. So my world always fails more. No matter how hard I try, my failure rate will always be 70%.

But after that day, I think my life should not be like this, my life should not be a failure, my life should be rich and colorful. I have the right and the ability to fight for the rainbow.

Life is really fragile. When nature trembled for two minutes, we faced what you were going to do, and we began to panic. We began to be at a loss, and our land was in a panic.

Similarly, the vitality is also very strong. The coke boy in the ruins, the girl whose legs were cut off in the ruins, and the people rescued by the PLA soldiers a few days and nights later, if they give up their willpower and live in the dark world around them, are they still alive? Do they have any hope of survival?

After that day, I gradually realized that I seem to be no longer a child, and there are still many things I should do. I shouldn't give up so easily. If I bite my teeth again, I can see the rainbow and the beautiful flame, but I always hesitate at the most critical moment. Although my hesitation has also experienced reflection, if I think about it and think about it again, there will be a beautiful miracle around me, and my rainbow is not far away. I missed many opportunities to see the rainbow.

The missed will never come again, and the present is still there. I want to seize the present, don't easily say no to the things in front of me, I want to persist with my heart, and I want to strive for it. Again, you may not see the rainbow after the storm, but you will definitely not see the rainbow without it.

Blue flowing melancholy

I think I'm lost.

The roads in the city wander around, but I always can't find the exit; The towering dense buildings cut the sky into a broken face. I have nothing but youth.

My mother's cold fingers before she died, my father's sigh, and my stepmother's face ... flew around in front of my eyes and woven into a net. I want to run away, but I can't get out.

I stood on the shore and looked at the sea, and those blue waves came to me. I deeply felt the sadness of the embankment: (punctuation here was originally ",") I wanted to retreat far away, but I couldn't move. Blue melancholy flowed from my eyes and crossed my face.

Pupa-sadness of self-restraint

I refuse that woman to interfere in my life. I can't regard her as my mother.

I rejected the world. I thought the whole world didn't love me.

I have seen a picture of a child standing in the vast reeds, with no clouds, no wind and no direction to go out. ) There is only the sound of loneliness going back and forth.

I also know that I have alienated love and the world.

In my dream, a little blue pupa is crying softly.

Gold-I fell in love with this world.

Today, she took me to see the sunrise

Let me see the golden sunshine engulfing the blue of the sea bit by bit. She gave me a CD-Newborn Baby. I don't know how to translate it She told me it was a "newborn child".

She smiled at me in the morning light, held my hand and told me that the world is actually very beautiful and many people love me: my father, my mother in heaven and her.

I turned around and quietly wiped away my tears.

The beauty of butterflies after cocoon breaking

I felt a dull pain in my back, turned my head and was surprised to see a pair of golden wings.

It turns out that I am getting closer to love step by step. (Punctuation here was originally ",") Only by approaching beauty can we know beauty.

When I look on coldly, life is a blue pupa; When I embrace each other warmly, life is a golden butterfly. The process of breaking out of cocoon is also a process of emotional change and getting close to the world.

Look at the world with loving eyes, I am so beautiful!

after class

"Class is over."

"Stand up!"

"Goodbye, teacher-"

……

Welcome to take this school train. I hope you have a pleasant trip. This train terminal: Growth.

First stop: China-let love and hate freeze.

When I got off the train, the wet blue slate at my feet surprised me. I looked up and looked around, surrounded by bricks and tiles, flying over the eaves and walking on the wall, with bright windows. Without a guide and a companion, I walked alone, enjoying the leisurely loneliness, letting the smoky breeze linger around me and blowing dust. The winding path at the foot is deep and winding, changing the scenery. Sometimes there are bridges and flowing water, sometimes there are pavilions and pavilions, sometimes there are only people who can't laugh, and sometimes there are melancholy sighs and sad whispers. Oh, it suddenly occurred to me that I left the "travel brochure" in the car. This should be the first scene of Chinese TV: "Tang poetry and Song poetry.

I am a tadpole-like comma, wandering in Li Bai's chic, Du Fu's melancholy, Yi 'an's melancholy, Liu Yong's charm, grace and beauty. Indulged in it, I was dyed on this delicate rice paper by ancient deep ink and delicate water color, turned into a series of implicit and mysterious ellipsis, and extended my enchanting feelings with Song Shu. ...

The second stop: art-let the emotions sublimate.

When I woke up, I was on the train again. I just felt as if I had a good sleep and rubbed my eyes. A ray of clear sunshine shone through the window. I wonder if I just had a sweet dream. At this moment, a boy came up to me with a smile and asked me, "Did you have a good time just now?" I nodded my head gently. "I can really learn a lot in class, but the true meaning of life is mostly hidden in the vast world around me. I have been on the train after school many times. Why don't you let me be your guide this time! " He said very seriously. I agreed happily.

The scenery of the second stop was not as beautiful as that of the first stop, but the philosophy contained in it hit my heartstrings and gave me a strong response.

Under the guidance of that boy, I visited many paintings and listened to some touching music. I saw Beethoven's stubbornness and irritability. He stubbornly grasped the throat of fate and fused volcanic silence and passion into his magnificent symphony. I feel Charlotte's pursuit of equality and respect, because love and rationality, Jane Eyre is immortal in her works; I heard Homer's singing and singing. After thousands of years of ups and downs, you fought for each other and returned to eternal peace in a simple melody. I was touched by unyielding life, beautiful love and deep thinking ... When I walked out of the hall, I was speechless and restless.

Terminal: grow-?

I am surprised: there is nothing here!

"Everyone has his own growth and life, and the best thing lies in his own grasp and pursuit." The boy looked at me firmly. I nodded with relief and smiled.

The flowers in that season are the most beautiful.

……

"class."

"Stand up!"

"Good teacher-"

I raised my chin and looked out of the window. The teacher is studying Growing Pains in an all-round way. I'm hands in the air.

"Do you have anything to say?"

"Teacher, let's explore the true meaning of growth after class!"