Write a composition in the form of notes, describe the scenery, narrate and express emotions.

1. Write a landscape composition in the form of travel notes, thanking the homesickness of Qingshan Qingshui.

I was deeply attracted by the microwave in the stream and the bright moon in the sky. Shadows are swaying and wild flowers are everywhere. Their silhouettes are reflected in the water, covering the swaying clear water, clear microwave, clear moon and sunset, clear shade and light rain. I have been deeply attracted and intoxicated by it.

I always like to think back to Guzhou City, not only where I was born and raised, but also because there are unforgettable green mountains and green waters.

My hometown is on the edge of Taihang Mountain, which is a paradise surrounded by desolate mountains. There is not only the fragrance of fish, rice and fruit in the waterfall, but also the whisper of birds and swallows. The green hills on the edge of Taihang Mountain are rolling. When I was a child, I always liked to see its image in the distant world at dusk, which was surprisingly magnanimous, resolute and optimistic. The solemn and magical combination of heaven and earth, sunset and green hills shocked a girl's heart. Many years have passed, but I still can't help thinking of them, as if they have become the eternal essence of nature. Only they can explain the characteristics of that land more accurately.

I was deeply attracted by the microwave in the stream and the bright moon in the sky. Shadows are swaying and wild flowers are everywhere. Their silhouettes are reflected in the water, covering the swaying clear water, clear microwave, clear moon and sunset, clear shade and light rain. I have been deeply attracted and intoxicated by it.

The people of Guzhou are simple and honest, and each has its own beautiful emotional world. In autumn, look at those heavy branches, such as red dates and apples with stars. . . . . . It's really tempting. Naughty boy, I don't know how many falls he took to climb up, but he won't be laughed at by anyone. It's just that the crying of falling pain is unbearable for many kind people. There will always be kind uncles and aunts who will pick you up and coax you to pick handfuls of red dates for you. Time has passed, and I remember that I really like a spoiled child, enjoying the kindness and love of this world.

The character of ancient green hills, the artistic conception of clear water and the warmth of homesickness combine one side of land beautifully and plump. Although many years have passed, I still yearn for it, praise it, praise its charming scenery that will never be erased by the passing years, and respect the sincere and simple people in my hometown.

Ah, the hometown with green mountains and clear waters is close at hand, and the ancient city that makes me dream.

2. Write a landscape composition in the form of travel notes, thanking the animals for a tired day at night and sitting in front of the TV as usual while watching TV. They turn on the TV, but they can switch. Every channel is advertising, and they can't watch any wonderful TV series anymore. Everyone came to the cinema again. There were no new films in the cinema, but all the films that everyone had seen many times. Everyone has to walk around bored. It's time for bed. Small animals clamored for their parents to tell stories. But mom and dad have no new stories to tell, so they have to turn out those old stories and tell them again. The little guy was disobedient, crying and making noise, which made everyone unable to sleep. The next day, all the animals in the forest were listless, and no one could work well.

The forest kingdom is in chaos. The monkey reporter of the Great Forest TV Station, who is most concerned about the quality of life of the residents of the forest kingdom, is anxious. After investigation, it turned out that grandma Xiong, the story king, no longer wrote stories; Aunt giraffe, the famous director, stopped making movies and TV series. The monkey reporter is a man who gets to the bottom of the matter. Granny Bear and Aunt Giraffe were interviewed in the column Focus on Life hosted by Dalin TV.

Monkey reporter: Hello, Grandma Bear! I grew up listening to your story. Your story is deeply loved by children. It's your story that cultivates children's kindness and perseverance. You have always been the idol of children. But why don't you write stories anymore?

Grandma Bear: Monkey reporter, I know that children like my story. The story books I wrote before have always been bestsellers. Therefore, my life is also very substantial and rich. But every time I wrote a story book in the past two years, it was just printed and I haven't had time to sell it. My story books are sold everywhere in the forest, but none of my own printed matter has been sold. Do you know what this is about? This is someone pirated! If I go on like this, my book will be printed but I can't sell it, so I can't live! It seems that I have to switch to something else.

Monkey reporter: Grandma Xiong's book was pirated by others. What if Aunt Giraffe doesn't make a movie or a TV series?

Aunt Giraffe: Hey, forget it! Just like grandma bear, it was pirated. Every time you spend millions or tens of millions to make a good movie or TV series, pirated VCD discs flow to the market before they are shown publicly. People spend a few dollars to buy a pirated VCD disc to go home, watch it if they want, and never want to go to the cinema again. So every time I make a movie, I can't get back the cost. Go on, do you think I should lose all my money?

Grandma Xiong: Piracy not only violates our rights, affects our income, but also seriously affects the tax revenue of our forest kingdom! We have to pay royalties for publishing books and selling movies, but not for piracy.

Monkey reporter: It seems that piracy is really hateful. Ladies and gentlemen, as the owner of the forest kingdom, we should protect the monkey reporter: it seems that piracy is really hateful. Dear audience friends, as the owner of the forest kingdom, in order to protect the author's copyright, enrich our spiritual life and effectively improve our quality of life, please act quickly, refuse piracy and crack down on piracy! At this time, the residents of the forest kingdom suddenly realized that they had no movies or TV plays to watch and children had no stories to listen to, which was directly related to the purchase of pirated books and pirated VCD discs. Everybody take it out immediately and destroy it centrally. The wolf who printed pirated books and the fox who made pirated VCD discs were also sent to the Great Forest Court and received due punishment.

3. For example, write a lyric composition, and it will be fine after the rain.

It rained all night in Mao Mao, and the sky was overcast and almost dripping.

At the end of the empty space, there is a wisp of smoke and some residual red. The wisp of early cherry slowly drifted into the mire and let out a sigh. Occasionally, western Western jackdaw passes by with some water, but it is scared to fly high by the sound of the wind.

I stood in front of the station, disturbed by the rain. The rain in Mao Mao for several days and the failure of several exams have upset me, as if for my bad mood, and it seems to be raining harder and harder just now.

The wind blew the cough behind me and fell to the ground like gold. I subconsciously looked back and saw a little boy and an old man with messy white hair. Probably the parents who pick up their children from school, I thought to myself, the children are very sensible to take the schoolbag from the old man, carry it on their backs, and then help the old man neatly. I can't help being surprised. The child didn't say a word, but his concern has spread to my bystander's heart, a warm affection.

"Oh, I'm sorry." A light touch on my back, an apology sounded around me. I looked back in surprise. A middle-aged woman is putting away her umbrella with some worn corners and smiling at me apologetically. She was carrying a tea basket full, with a satisfied smile, and could hardly see the anxiety of waiting for the bus. When I met her eyes again, I seemed to see my mother cooking in the kitchen with thick lampblack. I suddenly have an impulse to cry.

I always do. When I encounter some setbacks, I always complain, but I ignore that I have been surrounded by a warm family. The delicious food on the table is a good mood my mother often gives me, a joke when chatting, and a good mood my father gives me. In the cultivation of family ties, isn't such a good mood enough to dispel the disappointment in my heart?

In our life, there are many things that can bring us a good mood, but you just don't find them. When we are depressed in the storm, don't forget the beauty that rainbows can bring you a good mood in the clear sky after the rain. When we fail, we must not forget to pray silently that we can have a good family.

With a low cheer in the crowd, with the appearance of the rainbow above the last few drops of rain, the bus came and everyone got on the bus with smiles on their faces. I sorted out my thoughts and prepared to greet my mother waiting for me to come home with a smile. I hope my smile can bring her the best mood.

4. A text about people, notes, scenery, lyricism and composition (notes) (not less than 300 words)

Chen Ya Guangwai Primary School Class 4 (1)

Sun Liyan is the best student in our class, and her grades are always praised by her classmates and parents. I admire her from the bottom of my heart and have always been jealous of her.

I remember it was in an activity class, and the teacher began to hand out test papers. Only heard a sweet voice: "Sun Liyan, first place, ninety-nine points!" " "Thirty-nine pairs of eyes staring at Sun Liyan in the class. I watched Sun Liyan proudly walk to the podium, and there was warm applause in the class. I thought: What's the big deal? Didn't you win the first prize? Do you need such enthusiasm? Besides, I must win the first place! Don't get there too early. I was filled with joy when I heard my exam results. I think: you and I are only two and a half minutes apart. I will definitely surpass you in the next exam. Wait and see! I remember another time, the teacher began to evaluate the composition and read the written composition to the whole class. I am looking forward to reading my composition and thinking: Teacher Zhang, don't let me see through the autumn water! God bless me! But to my disappointment, Mr Zhang didn't read mine, but Sun Liyan's. I listened absently to her composition and looked at her triumphant appearance, thinking, Teacher Zhang, read mine quickly! But time waits for no one. Hardly had she finished reading her composition when the bell rang. I had to walk out of the classroom in frustration and say to myself, "Never mind, there will be another chance!" " "I keep comforting myself.

In an English morning reading, I led my classmates to read the word list. When I turned my eyes to the classroom, I found that Sun Liyan didn't read the word list. I walked onto the podium without paying attention, boarded her name, and thought: I will reduce you by ten points today, what can you do with me! In the afternoon, when the students reported the total score of the group, her group was ten points behind the first place.

I didn't surpass her in the next few exams. I keep asking myself, should I learn from Sun Liyan? Yes, in learning, we should learn from each other. If I surpass others with jealousy, I will never achieve anything and lose my friendship.

5. Composition is a narrative with scenery as the main content, which usually refers to an article with scenery as the main content. The composition about scenery is to express the author's praise of some scenery and his own feelings by means of description, narration and lyric, and it is one of the main types of composition studied in primary schools.

Therefore, writing landscape compositions in primary and secondary schools is mainly divided into two categories. One is travel narrative, which often highlights the characteristics of the scenery itself and some physical and mental experiences it brings through the description of the scenery itself and tourists (writing about tourists mainly plays a role in setting off); The other kind is the narrative based on borrowing scenery and expressing emotion. It tends to be lyrical prose. When writing, it is often not limited to a specific scene, but by choosing different scenery, it focuses on expressing some emotions. In the process of arranging the content, it often produces the artistic effect of scene blending and scene interaction.

6. A narrative, lyrical and landscape composition is original.

Jiangnan-rainy day

Yesterday has quietly left/become a picture in my dream/so I look forward to tomorrow/I lie at the window like a child/look at the world/a gloomy and gloomy day. ...

Jiangnan is misty and rainy. Alleys flow quietly between small towns, interpreting the beauty of small towns with her most elegant gesture.

Low-rise houses all wear black hats-tiles. There are some green grass floating from nowhere in the gap, a small piece, inconspicuous but quiet, feeling the moisture of rain. Rain drops from trees and roofs, like a string of glittering wind chimes, playing wonderful music. Pedestrians then slow down and listen to this wonderful music quietly. What's more, they gracefully removed their umbrellas from their heads, letting the light rain with a hint of coolness fall on them, making them feel like poets and hermits.

Jiangnan is misty and rainy.

As a result, the ditches in front of every household began to sing-thin and soft: some ditches crisscrossed, and the water became all kinds of strange lines and lines, intertwined, reflecting low eaves and ethereal pavilions. Occasionally, the leaves washed by the old man in the morning float on the water, swirl, stop and stop, and are dragged forward by the water after all. There will be one or two little urchins, barefoot, stepping in the ditch, clumsily holding their trouser legs with one hand and paddling in the water with the other, and a feeling of joy will suddenly overflow my heart. Hearing mother's reproach and naughty smile, the alley became lively and the rain was jubilant.

Jiangnan is misty and rainy. The bluestone soaked by rain stretches straight into the distance. The banyan trees stood like this, their hair was so green, so dense, so quiet and so soft in the rain. They provide a shade for the people in the alley; Their roots have long been embedded in hard bluestone, paving a poetic road. The children jumped up and down under the tree with smiling faces. And the girl who is good at painting opened the window-so. The brush danced up and down between their dexterous and slender fingers, and outlined the elegant and handsome figure of the old banyan tree in the rain on white paper.

The falling rain is as elegant as cloves.

Jiangnan is misty and rainy. Under the bushes and rain, she told about her alley, her banyan tree and her beauty. ...

The rain is still falling, moistening the thick trunk of banyan trees, brushing away impurities and flaws in people's hearts and soaking the whole city. ...

The rain is still falling, the stream is still flowing, in the small town, in the hazy misty rain, in people's hearts. How beautiful! She, telling with a constant attitude-on this beautiful and misty rainy day!

I like the appearance of my mood/looking at the horizon/……/I saw it in front of my window on a rainy day/The wet crying world touched the lonely night …

7. The most beautiful lyric composition, narrative composition, landscape composition, each one, or more than two, all contain pen and ink. Jiangnan's entry into the south is like entering a graceful and beautiful ink painting and calligraphy.

Jiangnan has no rugged peaks in the north, nor does it have the magnificence and boldness of "the mountains are green and the sky is deep". It's like a Qingyi woman singing on the stage with a red tooth plate, full of tender feelings, such as a trickle, flowing into people's hearts-Jiangnan gives people a delicate feeling, such as the crisp misty rain and copper paper in the street. Wandering in the corner of the water town, misty rain gently floats in your heart, the rain like ox hair moistens everyone's soul, and the fresh earth fragrance suddenly pours into your nose and washes everyone's heart.

Jiangnan is an antique wooden house adapted to local conditions, simple and chic, like a handful of tea in hand, quietly elegant and surrounded by rosewood. Jiangnan can really be described as crisp rain and silky water.

In the rain and fog, the smoke in Linlin fluctuated with the swaying of the ship, and I felt the warmth in the water. The faint smoke rises in the bow, as if people are wandering in this hazy cloud. There are unique houses on both sides of the strait, simple and elegant, infiltrated on ancient wooden beams.

Merchants hanging lanterns on both sides of the strait are closed, and the lights are swaying and ethereal. The lights on the palace between the two cakes complement each other, and there was an intoxicating blush. The light disappears in the surrounding dense fog, swaying, ethereal and rippling, and swings up and down with the ups and downs of the waves, and the winding waterway seems endless. Late at night, the fog dispersed, and the golden hook crescent moon seemed to cover the jade-like face with soft light.

White light flows lightly on the water, just like a path paved with broken silver pads, shining and bright, extending to endless distances. Jiangnan, as if the sky is dark, is like ink that will never open and ink drops that will never clear, covering your head in a gloomy way.

Walking out of Jiangnan, it seems that everything is bright; Looking back, it turned out to be out of that dark age and out of that quaint and elegant little bridge and flowing water family. It was summer vacation, and I really wanted to learn to ride a bike, so I asked my grandfather to teach me. When you start riding a bike, you will fall off and never balance.

Grandpa will hold the front of the car steady and step on it. I easily stepped on it and thought, hey, it's so easy to ride a bike.

I am in high spirits. Just as he was triumphant, somehow, the car fell to one side.

"ah!" I was so scared that I couldn't help shouting. Fortunately, grandpa is quick of eye and quick of hand, so he grabs the front of the car and helps it.

Calm down and breathe deeply. Stepping on it, I felt that I could keep a little balance, so I begged my grandfather to let go.

Huh? You stepped so well just now, why don't you listen to me now? You want to go left, it goes right; If you want to go to the right, it will lean to the left, and even more hateful, some will lean to the side. I was so angry that I told my grandfather something. Grandpa smiled and told me to keep stepping.

It didn't take long to get impatient and rest. I just want to stop cycling. "As long as you pay, you will get something back."

Mom's words echoed in my ears. Hesitate, do you really want to give up learning to ride? number

Grandpa can sacrifice his lounge to teach, why not study hard? With this in mind, stand up firmly and continue to practice. Practice, no matter how difficult it is, you must overcome it.

Because I believe: as long as you pay, you will get something back. Once, I rode my bike very fast.

Suddenly, I found a hole ahead. "Oh, no, what should I do?" ? Turn around. "So, the front tried to twist to the left, but the front couldn't move.

This time, the ants on hot bricks are anxious, "Pa!" Voice, falling heavily. It's sad to see my bike lying in the puddle on my body, covered in mud or water.

However, don't be discouraged and practice more. Everything comes to him who waits. After hard practice, I finally learned to ride a bike.

When, what a pleasure! I not only learned a skill, but also deeply understood that as long as I pay, I will get a reward.

8. Write a narrative and lyrical composition. Of all the weather, I like snow best. Because I believe that this silver crystal snow is the verification of family affection, and my grandmother who is far away in heaven turned my thoughts and love into pure snow. Let these lovely elves remind me not to forget that snowy day four years ago. Don't forget grandma's deep love for me.

At that time, I dreamed that I could have a beautiful scarf. Unfortunately, contrary to expectations, my parents didn't want to buy such unrealistic things and spent a lot of time knitting one for me. Helpless, I had to gawk at my classmates' scarves, and my heart was full of envy.

It's a snowy day, and the crystal snowflakes are as light as autumn leaves. When I was still immersed in the "scarf dream", a phone call broke the silence: "Baby, come and see, what is this?" I leaned down and found grandma holding a blue scarf in her hand. "This is for you. I saw you staring at other students' scarves all the time, so I guessed you would like it. I knitted one. Do you like it? " Grandma looked at me kindly and expectantly, as if a child longed for praise from an adult.

I leaned down and studied it carefully. What a beautiful scarf! Light blue, quiet and elegant, with snow-like beauty. "Grandma, did you knit this yourself?" Grandma has severe asthma. I can't imagine how she sewed such a beautiful scarf stitch by stitch.

"Yes, I'm glad you like it." Grandma's weather-beaten face has a comfortable smile.

I said happily, "Thank you, Grandma." I didn't think too much about it when I was young.

I hold it excitedly. It is blue, so comfortable, so pure, so lovely, so lovely, just like the morning sky. I really want to put it on at once, go out, walk into the world of ice crystals and blend in with snow.

I was about to go out and show off my scarf when my grandmother's cough worried me. My grandmother was so tired that she knitted me a scarf. What should she do if her asthma is serious again? How can I be so ignorant! I asked uneasily, "What's the matter with you, Grandma?" "Oh, cough ... cough ... I am ... nothing." Grandma pretended to be relaxed and said, "Don't worry, I'll just have a rest, ahem ..."

Unexpectedly, my grandmother was too tired to knit me a scarf all night these days, and she had a heart attack. Since then, I have a beautiful decoration and a warm winter, while my grandmother is desperately fighting the virus and waiting for death. A year later, on an equally beautiful snowy day, a day when the cold wind roared, my grandmother left me forever.

Grandma left, and my heart became a lonely piece of paper floating in the air. I sat on the balcony. Unconsciously, the snow stopped and the wind stopped breathing. I hold the scarf that my grandmother knitted for me, and I have a lot of thoughts. Only then did I find that the snow on the ground was so delicate and lovely in the embrace of the sunset. Suddenly, a light flashed before my eyes. Oh, that's the afterglow of the sun gathering on a few silver wires in the scarf, giving off dazzling light. I studied the silver thread carefully and stroked it slowly with my fingers. Suddenly, I was shocked: this is not a silver thread mixed in wool, but a white hair! That must have been inadvertently left by grandma when she was rushing to knit a scarf! I looked at the blue scarf carefully again. Indeed, I found many such white hairs.

Every winter, this scarf is by my side, protecting me from the cold and rain. I regard it as a treasure because it contains too much. This is the power of family, and this is my grandmother's most selfless love for me!

9. When writing travel notes, we should properly handle the relationship between scenery writing, narration and lyricism. Write a travel note to reach a wonderful afternoon in the late autumn of nature. Grandpa and I went for an outing and strolled along a country road. I was fascinated by the beautiful scenery of nature. I climbed the hillside for a while, approached the flaming red leaf tree and stroked the red leaves. "It's strange that the leaves were green when summer came. Why are they red now?" After a while, I climbed the cliff again. I was attracted by the colorful wild chrysanthemums. I picked all kinds of flowers and wore a wreath on my head. In this way, I am like a lamb scattered in the wild, running freely on the Yuan Ye. Ah! Why does it hurt so much! I stopped to look, and my body was covered with small thorns, just like a hedgehog. Looking at the small thorns all over, I was at a loss. Grandpa photographed those small thorns for me to see, and told me that these small thorns are called ghost thorns. There are two small thorns at their front ends, and each small thorn is covered with small thorns upside down. If anyone touches it, those small thorns will "blame" on others and let people put him on others. Small seeds covered with down immediately jumped out and floated away with the autumn wind. After grandpa introduced me, I realized that our place was called this fruit wild gourd seedling. Like dandelion, its seeds are spread by the wind. Before you know it, it will be dark. I don't want to go back at grandpa's urging. Why is nature so wonderful?

10. Write a narrative that is lyrical. Unforgettable affection. There are many small fish in my heart, which constitute my unforgettable affection, but my most unforgettable affection is the golden goldfish ... I remember going to school just after the end of the third year, and my classmates were talking happily about the beauty of spring, but I felt bad.

Because I go to school in the cold spring, my teeth tremble with cold in the morning. The whole class said, "Look, her lips are blue."

After several classes, I got home very uncomfortable and fell asleep in bed. I heard a familiar voice in my sleep, "Get up! Xiao Yan! " I woke up and saw my mother.

I said, "I seem to have a fever." My mother quickly measured me with a thermometer, and my "temperature was 40 degrees" and my mother immediately became nervous.

I called the class teacher to ask for leave, and then my mother hurriedly picked up a cup and gave me water to drink antipyretic. I found out carefully that there was sweat on my mother's forehead. I think, mom, this must be urgent. I must get sick early.

Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute. I don't know how to keep a high fever. I drank the medicine and sweated. My mother is busy changing towels to wipe my back. I was so busy at noon that I couldn't even eat. I fell asleep again ... I felt my mother went to the hospital behind my back.

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Every day I open my eyes and see my mother by my side. When I got well, I found that my mother's eyes were dark and her silver hair was a little bit more ... My parents seemed to write essays about their mothers from childhood, describing their gentleness, kindness and love.

We always intentionally or unintentionally ignore another person who is equally important to our lives-father. A father's love for his children is always reserved. He doesn't like to talk about love like his mother. He just expressed it with actions.

When I grew up, I met some people and things. I began to get to know my father with the idea of getting rich. More and more, I feel that every father has a warm heart and gives his children 100% affection, no matter how much pressure they are under. Xiao Qiao and Aqiao are my good friends, so I got to know their father vaguely.

Ying is the happiest of the three of us. At least she has a very complete family. Jane's father married a northern woman in the educated youth era and settled there.

My father is a university professor, a typical intellectual-gentle, without desire or desire. To this end, Jane often says that her mother is not worthy of her father, and she never hides her admiration for her father.

So I always laughed at her deep love for her father. Every Wednesday, when his father comes to visit the school, Jane always walks around the campus holding his father's arm, chatting and kissing his father's cheek before leaving.

This is hard for me to imagine. I don't know which fortune-telling book I read. She said that if she could receive a silver ring from a boy on her birthday this year, she would be happy all her life.

She really wore a ring at the birthday party, which was very delicate. Aqiao proudly told Xiao Qiao and me that my father bought it with his own private money when he went to Beijing to see friends, but my mother didn't know.

At that moment, I was in a trance. I imagine that a middle-aged man may be too poor to buy a gold-plated ring for his new wife 20 years ago, but 20 years later he will wander in front of the gold and silver jewelry counter and carefully select it just to satisfy his daughter's childlike desire. I can imagine Jane's father sitting on the train. He has no money to buy gifts for others except a ring he wears. However, there is no anxiety in his heart that will be blamed by his wife, because he protects his daughter from even a trivial sense of loss.

This is enough to make Aqiao proud and move me. At this time, Xiao Qiao said with a smile, Aqiao is still like a child.

I understand Xiao Qiao's feelings when he said this. She is undoubtedly the most precocious of the three of us. Xiao Qiao's mother's sudden death in junior high school hit her hard and hurt her forever.

But Xiao Qiao is stronger than anyone thought, which may be influenced by his father who was born in the army. Xiao Qiao's family style is very strict. His father always disciplines Xiao Qiao by running the army, and demands Xiao Qiao by the standards of boys, sometimes even unkind.

For example, after mom died, dad didn't even allow Xiao Qiao to wear black sleeves. It sounds cruel, but it does help Xiao Qiao get out of his grief as soon as possible.

Xiao Qiao said that she always remembers what her father said to her-the best memory of the living for the dead is to live well. Every time I think of my mother, she will think of this sentence at the same time.

Xiao Qiao still has no stepmother. In fact, she doesn't object to her father's remarriage, but her father doesn't seem to have any plans to have a second wife. I have read some articles about the stress of middle-aged people in the newspaper. I understand that after entering the age of no doubt, there will be a lot of confusion. The stress of work and mental loneliness can make people breathless. In addition, his wife died and his daughter lived on campus. I don't know how Xiao Qiao's father endures the lifeless loneliness in the house after coming home from work every day, so that his daughter won't be hurt at all.

After listening to their stories, I can't help thinking of myself. If Joe is her father who worships her and Joe is her father who fears, then I can only have deep pity for my father.

Yes, unfortunately. Father is the kind of person who has little education and little money.

Family may be the last spiritual sustenance for a confident girl like me. In the ocean of growing up, I enjoy the happiness of success and the pain of failure. They always knock on my door from time to time, and together with them, I have made myself confident and accepted the baptism of wind and rain. The busy mid-term exam has passed, and everything has temporarily returned to its former calm, but my heart is still beating and I have not forgotten my nervousness during the exam.

I will never forget that day, the first Chinese exam in my life that made my heart beat faster. In retrospect, my hands are still cold and I keep sweating.

At eleven o'clock that day, when I finished all the Chinese examination papers, the stone in my heart fell to the ground and I looked up the questions happily. However, when reading the composition, it seems that I was splashed with water again in winter.