Today, I want to talk about how to write from the heart.

Seventh grade | 800 words | narrative

Words that can't be said are scattered in my heart. Over time, words piled up and became a habit. Everything is hidden in the bottom of my heart, quietly, occasionally thinking, can not help but sigh; Occasionally think of it, inexplicably sad; Occasionally I can't help but miss it; When I think about it occasionally, I panic for no reason. Today, I want to speak my mind.

Usually, the familiar and exciting bell rings after class, but I am not happy to see the head teacher dragging the class at the blackboard in the third quarter of Friday. Drag classes last week, drag classes this week and start in the first week or two, okay? Usually, it's no problem to procrastinate, but the third class on Friday is a self-study class, and homework can be arranged at that time. Why did you drag it to third class? For me, every minute after the third class on Friday afternoon is very precious, because I need to run to the train for home in five minutes.

Unconsciously, the classroom has been covered with a layer of black gauze, the sky is gray, there is no sun, no clouds, and there is no sound of victory from the basketball court.

Finally, I heard the word "after school", picked up my packed bag and rushed out of the classroom like a rocket. It was summer, but I saw the fallen leaves, and the wind blew them away, and I saw the scene that should have appeared in autumn. Out of the school gate, bean-sized raindrops followed, and I forgot to bring my umbrella at night.

I forgot to put my money in the dormitory. Now, I keep walking in the rain. Speed up the pace, look at the red light that hasn't changed green for a long time, and look at the parents of the students picking up and dropping off there, which is inexplicably sad ... I can't wait for the bus when I get to the station, and time has passed. Maybe I'd better go to the end and take a taxi.

It's raining harder and harder, and I wrote a sad song in my ear. Walking on the bridge, I saw the water rolling on the bridge. Those wet shoes, slightly wet schoolbags, and bangs dripping with rain let the rain drip into my eyes and flow into my mouth. In front of passers-by, I became the focus of attention, because no one shuttled through the rain without an umbrella. I tried to wipe the rain from the corner of my eyes so as not to be misunderstood as tears. ...

I know, the first day, this little thing is nothing, I know, the smooth sailing life is not perfect, I know, we need to learn to be independent when we grow up. I know some roads can only be taken by one person. I know some things can only be done by one person. I know some difficulties must be faced.

There was once an article saying that a child without an umbrella must run, and now I am that child. There are small events and great truths everywhere in life, as long as you find them, look for them or pay attention to them. For example, although there is a lot of homework now, I have to run many laps on the playground every day, do sit-ups, practice skipping rope, stay up late and get up early, all of which are just for the senior high school entrance examination, which is called a turning point. Because I studied together before the beginning, I'm going to make up for the unfinished task in that forgotten time. "Keep walking in the rain-it's a jewel that should shine-everyone should have a dream-if you have a dream, don't be afraid of pain-if you keep walking in the rain, you should be warm-everyone should have a dream-if you have a dream, don't be afraid of pain." Swear from the bottom of my heart-come on! Keep walking in the rain!

Junior one: soft pudding

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