Let me tell you another composition of my second grade.

autumn wind rustled, and I picked up a maple leaf at my feet, but I was surprised to find that there was still a touch of green on the opposite side of that red leaf.

I carefully observed the touch of green and looked at this maple leaf. Isn't it just like me? It looks glamorous on the surface, but people will be surprised when they find another me. Every time I hear other people's comments about me, almost all of them are: optimistic, cheerful, positive, confident ... These words, but who will know that there is another me hidden in my heart, a different me.

My classmates always say that I am so optimistic no matter what happens, and I never give up easily. But who knows that when faced with difficulties, I used to hide under the covers and cry in the middle of the night, so I didn't know what to do.

After watching the video of the members of the campaign brigade, my parents will praise me for being so confident on the stage, standing straight and reading the manuscript slowly. But what they don't know is that the timid me stood on the stage and looked at all the people below. My feet were already stiff and I couldn't move, and even my teeth were so nervous that I kept shaking and gurgling.

Teachers always say that I am calm and self-contained when dealing with class affairs, but who knows what to do when my classmates shout to me: Monitor, go and have a look. The two of them are quarreling and are about to fight! At that time, I will be in a state of confusion and I don't know what to do.

behind all this, there is a different me, and the reason why others are not easy to find is just that I will cheer myself up and cheer myself up the next morning after crying at night; On the stage, I will try my best to restrain my trembling teeth and try to read the manuscript clearly; When dealing with class affairs, I will come up with an effective solution after a few seconds of distraction. All this is to cover up the different me in my heart. Whenever night falls, I carefully hide the other me in my heart and let her sleep silently.

A brisk autumn wind blew up the maple leaf, flying wildly in the air. After a while, it gently fell down, hitting a few dear children on the ground, lying on the bluestone road, blushing upward, facing the sun, looking from a distance, as if it were a smiling red lip, telling you another me ...