Meet another one's own composition

In ordinary daily life, people often come into contact with compositions. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. So have you ever studied composition? The following are my collected compositions about meeting another self. Welcome to share.

Some people live in fantasy every day, and there is a parallel world in fantasy. In this world, there is an opposite of us. Although I once fantasized like this, this other me is in my heart, but I didn't meet it at the right time, or I haven't been discovered yet. ...

Two little girls are sitting on the lawn with their hands akimbo. One is in the easternmost and the other is in the westernmost, and no one cares who.

These two are like this. I miss each other when I don't meet, but when I meet, I turn against each other in a rage. There is also a little girl, who is the youngest and most sensible of them. When they quarrel, she always sits alone and says nothing.

In this stumbling friendship, they cried, laughed and grew together.

In primary school, they hardly met. Until one time, my parents ate. Mom took me too, and I found them all there. As soon as I entered the door, she, the girl who quarreled when she met me as a child, gave me a bear hug.

I've been moping all afternoon, but the reason why I'm upset is childish: my exam results have regressed.

After dinner, parents are chatting, but what about the children? I don't know when I slipped into the room. "To be honest, have you been criticized by the teacher?" "Still didn't test well?"

God, they're just worms in my stomach. Is it because I'm too obvious? They are just another me in the world.

After the end, the youngest said something that I can't forget for a long time: "Why didn't you two quarrel today?" "Because I grew up." "An aunt aside half jokingly said.

Once on my birthday, all my other friends left, leaving only the two of them. We went downstairs and sat on a bench in the community to watch the moon. "Let's make sentences." It seems that we always like to be competitive in our studies.

"The moon and the stars can't meet, and the stars are all over the sky." "The sun and the moon can't meet, and the sun has white clouds." "What about the moon?" The youngest, she asked. "The moon accompanies the whole world." I seem to have seen this sentence somewhere and suddenly blurted it out.

The soft moonlight shines on the three of us, watching each other laugh happily from ear to ear. I think this is what it's like to meet friendship and meet another self!