The 5th National New Concept Composition Competition

When I was a child, I always yearned for a pure actress. Pure, can cover everything But it's not artificial, it's real. Sometimes, this has become one of my ideals. My life (eighteen years) is dull, but my ideal has changed many times. At first, under the threat and inducement of kindergarten teachers, I said I wanted to be a fireman because I admired their wall climbing skills. Then there are white-collar, blue-collar and black collar. As I get older, my goal is getting closer to the reality of life.

When my height is less than 1.50 meters, my academic performance is the best in my class. After the parent-teacher conference, there is always bright sunshine and overflowing river water. But after that limit, I found that my grades declined in the form of function images.

Unconsciously, I learned to smoke. This image is difficult to describe. Imagine that a child with a height of 1.50 meters smokes in the toilet and really tastes the bitterness of life. However, at that time, we were afraid of smoking in public places. In fact, none of us will smoke, and smoking has become a test of whether a boy is "mature". This is the same as the purpose and effect when soldiers endure severe pain, and can only be used to test courage and perseverance. I always think of a sentence said by Mr. Wang, a primary school teacher. Middle school students smoke because they are not in a hurry to work. But I found that most of them were too lazy to go to work after graduation, which broke the authority of teachers in my heart for the first time.

Who has ever heard that wine has a rich belly? I never developed my own belly, so I didn't find its real value until 16 years old. I often drink a lot and even protest against my bladder, but my brain is fine. When I drink beer, I always feel the pain that my mother forced me to eat Banlangen granules when I was a child.

For a prodigal son like me, it is still rare, but most people will end up like this. Heavy smoker, addicted to alcohol, not motivated. When I woke up, I stopped all absurd actions, and my self-control helped me to complete my ideal. But I didn't think so at the time.

I smoke and drink. It's time to find something to do. I can't find a girlfriend because I'm young. A group of little brothers began to stir. The moustache is the cutest among us. His idea was adopted by us in metropolis. Brother Bian is the core of our small group. He has the image of a pupil and is generous. He doesn't smoke, but he drinks too much. Absolute loyalty to friends, bucket is a big guy, a basketball pitcher, nominally a defender, but plays the role of center. Stuttering a little, especially in front of girls. The big donkey is bigger. I call him donkey because he smiles more like a donkey, but he is still handsome. This is also the most unforgettable thing in my life in Grade Four-I gave him this nickname. So that it is widely circulated in the alma mater. Lao Du is the most honest among us, but at first some wars started because of him. Once, a steel boy bullied him in the billiard room, which ended badly. Humanely speaking, we are really responsible for that boy. But this can't blame us for being too cruel. Who wants him to bully us, Lao Du? My name is Xiao Qiang, the strategist of this team, and the second thug. We always get into some trouble when we walk in the Jianghu. Every time a child brings his parents to us, I will use my reputation to assure the teacher that it was not us. But once the teacher really didn't listen to me and insisted on meeting my parents. At first I wanted my brother to be my uncle, but it was exposed. I witnessed the hardships and tragic fate of the world in front of my father, and I also witnessed all the tragedies, and the tragic figure in the whole play is myself. Since then, I have been honest for a while, but I found a girl coming into my sight. Oh! I began to pay attention to books about women. Starting from A Dream of Red Mansions, there were the most women there. Twelve women in Jinling and a hundred women are my best fantasy for a better life. This is also the truest portrayal of my immaturity. Every time I look at The Journey to the West, I doubt the resistance of the Tang Priest, and the idea of the ascetic gradually fades away. So I read Wang Shuo's book and tried to pursue his so-called freedom. I found that his animal is fierce, and my "animal" is her-Dai Yu. I don't expect to be Baoyu, but Dai Yu is really nice.

At that time, I tried to shape myself into a civilized student and let literature arm myself. Tie Ning, Kitamura and Haruki on the tree have all become my "wet nurses". The works of these people make me find that a good writer must implicitly express "sex" in order to become famous, which makes me sick. Two days ago, I was particularly upset to see a well-known cultural person include Beicun in the list of famous writers in China. Because I met him through a story about polygamy. I found that the only writer without dirty articles was Lu Xun! Anyway, I read a lot of books, not only confused, but also confused.

The first time I saw romance, I was full of yearning for the heroine, perhaps because her name was associated with a dream of red mansions, and I transferred this fantasy and yearning to her.

I'm really sure of winning.

I watched her go home more than once, and I counted the time when she crossed the street to go to school more than once. I once took a look at her and immediately pretended to be watching the weather. I believe that the less I pay attention to her, the more she pays attention to me.

I wrote a good composition in junior high school and won prizes in various activities from time to time. But that's not the purpose. My only hope is that Dai Yu can have a look. So I wrote an article, which the teacher thought was excellent for everyone to read. She took a light look and didn't read it carefully. Gently, she left, just as she came gently; Her gentle steps, like Xiao Qiang's hope, made me desperate, thinking that she was deliberately insulting my confidence.

"I am the best." As soon as the words were spoken, my friends all booed and drank boos. Almost helped me wake up with my fist. Just like a brother, Lao Du comforted me and said, "Play PS. You can't do that. "

"Go to hell, can't you say something constructive?" I shouted.

"This is that you are not qualified to play this role, or I will relay." Laos smiled badly. I couldn't help falling down and groaning.

I still watch him every day, and with the help of my brothers, I designed an encounter scene and an afternoon meeting scene. Hey! Life, too many encounters are too fake. Who can "see you again by chance" every day? So my brothers mentioned it to her in my name.