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Many times, some sporadic events are the testimony of feelings. The following is what I want to share with you. Welcome to browse.

The school is a castle. I love this castle, and I love the life inside more. ? -inscription

make concerted efforts

Speaking of Qixin's cooperation, I have to say that my roommate has helped me a lot since I moved in. We study, sing, eat and sleep together. . . . . . We will laugh together, go crazy together and cry together. Since I stayed, my academic performance has improved. I'll tell them all the questions I can't. They will teach me enthusiastically. If they can't, I will teach them enthusiastically. In this way, we share weal and woe, and Qi Xin works together. Later, our grades all made a great leap.

manliness

To tell the truth, I actually like the male students in our class because they really help us girls a lot. In physical education class, the teacher taught us to line up and shout slogans. In fact, it sounds like the slogan of our class is quite loud, but it is really 99. 9% is the voice of male students. If it were just us girls, we wouldn't hear any sound at all. What's more, when the teacher asked us to do martial arts practice, the boys shouted desperately, but the girls didn't make a sound at all. To tell the truth, without these male students in our class, our solidarity class could not be organized at all.

Charitable giving

Charitable donations are actually charitable acts, not so-called funds. Two weeks ago, our school held a charity donation activity. To my delight, the students enthusiastically donated money to me as soon as the teacher finished the donation. Although the donation is not much, I am really happy to receive the students' wishes. The charity donation activity lasted for five days. Some students scrimp and save and donate with their own pocket money. Some students donated money two or three times in a row. These things are small to others, but they are actually very important to me, because they can unconditionally reflect the kindness and love of students.

Campus life makes me look forward to and love. The school is a castle, and I am a princess in the castle, where I am loved.

What's the 23rd thing? The sunlight slanted into grandma's room. It's noon. The sun is hottest at this time of summer. The sun is scorching the earth, and I am in Hainan Province. The sea wrapped around this small place, like a baby in its infancy, closing its eyes and quietly "sleeping".

Walking through grandma's room, the door was open, and the golden sunshine was woven through the screen window. Grandma sat on a cane chair and looked out of the window with a smile. I, knock, go in and sit next to my grandmother. Grandma turned to look at me and said, "When I was young, you often came here to play, and my parents always took you to the seaside." You always like to stay at home with me and your grandfather. "I smiled and replied," I was young and good at water, but I loved you and my grandfather more. "I remember my uncle loved flowers at that time, so you kept a lot of flowers in your room: red, pink, purple and so on. There are peonies, roses, lilies, all kinds. And I wasn't sensible then. When you go to cook, I often pull some flowers down, put them in the water, and then run back and pretend nothing happened. You won't find it right away. Whenever you go to wash your hands, you will find several red and white "boats" floating on the water. ...

It was an afternoon, and I packed my things in my room and prepared to leave a day later. Suddenly I heard my grandmother's call and ran over to see her holding a pot of red roses with white flowers in her eyes: "This is your favorite flower when you were a child. You are leaving soon, take this potted flower away. "

I left Hainan, a place full of memories. Looking out from the plane, the island looks smaller, more like a jewel embedded in blue satin, and still sleeps quietly and peacefully. When I got home, I lifted the pot of red roses, pulled out a specimen and put it on the shelf. It seems that grandma is still here.

The sun shone obliquely into grandma's room and laid a golden stall. It's just-there's one person missing sitting on a cane chair, looking into the distance.

The luckiest thing in junior high school is meeting my best friend who I have known for seven years. I knew her a long time ago, but I didn't know her until very late ... She was flat bangs and as tall as me. When I was young, where was the non-mainstream side? She doesn't like studying, is fierce, sometimes calls names, likes to bully the boys at her front desk, and has a bad relationship with her family. At that time, I didn't feel that I was with her, and there wasn't much overlap.

Later, on the second day of last semester, my deskmate and I switched places with her. Her male classmates at the front desk escaped, but they didn't escape the peach blossom. Later, I don't know why they fell in love, and the next few days were very sweet ... The reason why I started to get close was because I was not on the road of feelings, so I naturally agreed and slowly enlightened her. After her mood slowly changed from sobs to smiles, she solved her temporary discomfort. Our relationship is getting better and better. We often play together and go home together. Sometimes after school is early, she will drag me and her boyfriend to go shopping. I strongly refused, but she said that it was not me who was the third wheel, but her boyfriend.

After that, they sometimes quarrel, so I naturally went to the peacemaker. At that time, she liked to call me "Ma Ma", because I sometimes sounded like her mother, and sometimes I passed on something my mother taught me. After a while, I was glad to hear that the relationship between her and her mother had eased a lot. ...

Finally, her mother wanted to see me very much, because the school was close to their home, so she went down to her home with her mother's permission. Her mother fell in love with me as soon as she saw me, and kept telling my best friend that it was good to find such a girl as a friend. Sometimes she comes to my house and I cook for her or make sushi together. Later, the two of them broke up in the second semester of the third grade ... and began to approach the senior high school entrance examination. She didn't get out of the shadow of lovelorn soon. I looked at her and made me have no mind to study. Sometimes I walk with her after school, and sometimes I stay in the school playground for a long time. Later, she went to a technical school, I went to an ordinary high school, and he also went to Guangzhou to find his parents. They broke off contact, but we made an appointment for the weekend and then went somewhere to eat. In this way, after two years, she began to practice, and I began to enter senior three. She made more and more friends on the internship road, and I also met a group of right people in high school. What remains unchanged is that we are important to each other. ...

After the college entrance examination, I embarked on the road to college. She has started a new job and works in the same factory as her father, but I go home to play with her as soon as I have time. Now we all have someone who is kind to us. She has a good boyfriend in the company. Neither of them likes each other, but I have a boyfriend who loves me, and only I don't like him. I'm lucky to have you by my side. Seven years passed quickly, but I still remember the way you jumped over and called me "mom" and nature held my arm. No matter whether things are different or not, we will be by each other's side, and in the future, we will all be tied together. ...

What is the title of composition four? Our personalities are very different. When I was a child, I fought at both ends every three days. Now we have nothing to do but quarrel. Sometimes after we quarrel, she refuses to accept it and asks me, "Are you my own sister?"

I know she is angry and complaining about the harm my mistake has caused my sister. Looking back now, I regret that I didn't do my sister's duty and hurt her again and again. When I do my homework every night, if I am upset, as long as she makes a little strange laughter and noise, I will loudly say to her, "If you make trouble again, get out."

She is brave (meddling). Not long ago, she saw the boys in the next class lying at the door of her class in the school corridor. The man lying on the ground is one of the best in grade six and the most pretentious. He always bullies people with several boys who are fighting badly in his class. My sister is nosy at home. He is lying on the ground, which is none of her business. She stood aside, itching and cursing the boy. Finally, she was dumped. Besides, she likes to brag. I didn't know when she was at school. She changed her clothes when she went out on Sunday. When she is free, she either watches TV and plays games or looks for clothes. She sits in front of the mirror, combs her hair and washes her face, and sometimes puts something on her face. It's dark.

My sister always lets me, even if I buy a bubble gum myself, I will get a good study tool at home and share it with me half or all. Occasionally, I fight over dolls and things brought back by my mother. She never resists, only gives it to her when I don't want it.

I am introverted. She is different from me. When I am quiet, she is careless. I am timid. She is very courageous. So we are complementary. I can help her teach her bully a lesson, and she will help me get justice with her mouth. I'd rather suffer myself. I always suffer less than her.

My sister, she is unique to me, and I love you-sister.