How to write the composition "This Street"

I remember when I graduated from primary school, I was very happy. I am full of curiosity and longing for the coming new life. The night before the first day of school, I was too excited to sleep. Looking back now, I feel how naive and ridiculous I was at that time. I really want to go back now, but this has become an irreversible dream. I only remember my silly happiness and silly cuteness in my dreams. People grow up in constant growth, and every time they grow to a stage, they need to pay a certain price. And what I paid was the one who had no sorrow and trouble.

Junior high school life is like sketching, except black is white, simple and monotonous. It becomes turbid when it is wet, but it is also a kind of life. I feel as if I have fallen into a huge whirlpool, consuming my youth repeatedly with a pattern. Without the hustle and bustle of life, without the excitement and vitality, it is as quiet as a stagnant pool. When did my life become like this?

I am walking alone in the empty street, looking for something I don't know aimlessly. Looking at the tall plane trees by the roadside, an empty sadness floated to my heart. I gently touched the scar on the trunk, and the door of memory opened instantly. It suddenly occurred to me that countless cheerful laughter and childish songs with my friends were buried in this street. It's remote, but it's quiet, so friends like to come here to play, because we can never hear the abuse and complaints of adults here. We hold hands, shout to the sky, shout out a world that belongs to us, sing to the clouds and sing the joy in our hearts. On that thick trunk, I still have the footprints of my growth, and the scars that are taller than one are as clear as those of the past. I don't know if the tree will hurt when I carve it, but I know that my heart ached at this time. When I left, I suddenly missed the old street more, and I missed my former partners and me more.

Magic is my deskmate and best friend. She is a girl who pursues fashion. She only talks about it, but actually dares not do it. Because when she first entered this school, her dress made her get a lecture from the teacher. She said, "Schools have stifled teenagers' right to be energetic." I asked her, "Is fashion energy?" She smiled and said, "This is a kind of vitality. I pursue fashion to enrich my life. If I have been immersed in a boring life, I will feel tired. How can I talk about vitality? "I carefully wanted to think, feel reasonable. Novels have always been regarded as a big obstacle to students' progress, so I never touch them. The magician doesn't think so. As long as she has time, she reads novels, studies well, and becomes a study committee member. She said that reading novels is also a way to enjoy life. The novel is not as scary as you think. As long as you know how to use your time to read them, it will not affect your study, but will help you. Am I not a living example? I asked her why she likes reading novels. She said she was sad. She said, "Junior high school life makes me feel very monotonous and boring. In novels, such things always happen around the protagonist, either happy or sad. After reading it, there is always a feeling of personal experience, which adds a bit of color to your life. It is also my spiritual sustenance. I have been thinking that when I grow up, my life may not be like this. You are unhappy all day, which makes me very distressed. You can also learn to find the fun that suits you! " I smiled and nodded.

Why do I never want to add color to my life? I have long been tired of this lifestyle, only complaining and being sad alone, but I have never thought of changing this lifestyle. After all, life belongs to me I looked back over and over again, and then let the tears wet my clothes, but I didn't want to look forward.

When I came to the buttonwood again, I had learned to smile. I said silently, "Maybe this is my last time here. I have reviewed too much in the past and shed too many tears. " Now, I will face life with a smile and change myself. I will move on and never look back. I hope that one day when I tell others about my junior high school life, I can smile and say that my junior high school life is a rainbow after the rain. So, this is the last time I cry to you, crying out a brand-new me. "Say that finish, my tears rolled down my cheeks. It's just that I can't tell whether this is a happy tear or a sad tear. But one thing I know, I really grew up.