There are always some things that are unforgettable. How to write a composition of not less than 500 words? Urgent!

There are always some things that are unforgettable.

Autumn is almost winter at first glance.

Years are like colorful clouds, and years are like running water.

The plot of life is irreversible.

I don't know whether I can only be disappointed or cry

Autumn is almost winter at first glance.

Snowy years are like wandering nights.

How time flies. XX years passed in front of me in such a hurry. We are like two strangers walking in the street. We hurried by, leaving no trace, only giving people good memories. I have to say how heartless time is. I am silent when I come and silent when I leave. I knew it would give people too much disappointment, but I left neatly. Listening to the second bell ticking, my heart seems numb.

The beginning of happiness. Perfect.

That should be a great event in my life, because I transferred from primary school to junior high school and went to the so-called knowledge palace. I tried the entrance exam countless times that summer. Finally, I chose a satisfactory school. It should be said that I am still full of childishness in grade one, running around the teaching building with candy in my mouth all day, making even the students in grade three know me. Sometimes I even cry because I have no sugar to eat.

The wind is blowing. My heart is chasing.

I really began to like this school when I held an art activity month. At that time, I really realized the fun of junior high school, and there were not many activities in the activity month. I love a lot, and naturally I have participated in many projects. What calligraphy, painting, piano, flower arrangement ... At first, I tried my luck with this funny idea, but I didn't expect everyone to be ranked. It was that month that my view of the school changed greatly. From the initial indifference to deep love, I will show myself in every activity month. This is how I spent the so-called horrible moment.

The second grade of my life is coming, which means I have too many things to give up. It is a critical period, which is called "turning point" by teachers. When I was in the second grade, I didn't feel any different from the first grade, so I lived in a daze until later. As the progress of the teacher's class is gradually accelerated, the number of papers is gradually increasing during review, and my pressure is increasing before every important exam. I realize it.

As long as I believe in myself, victory will always belong to me.

Last week, I participated in the city math competition on behalf of my school. It should be said that I am honored that there are only five places to participate. Before I went, the other four students were screaming nervously, saying that it was more difficult than crossing the century. However, I was alone, eating fruit candy. I didn't feel flustered at all The next day, a classmate called me to the math teacher's office, and I was not too excited, because these were far from my goal ... special day, careless me.

Today is the last day of 2007. I looked at the brand-new desk calendar. The dust of the past is gone forever. I just set a new year's goal on my calendar, which I do every year. I'm used to it ... I've been staying at my secretary's house today, publishing and recommending compositions and doing these ordinary things.

The firecrackers outside have become a mess, and my heart cannot be calm and numb. Looking at the fireworks that began to fall outside the window, I felt that they were beautiful again in a flash. But I'm different. There are still many things I want to pursue, so I think I should work harder in XX to create a brilliant life for myself.

The blue sky is above the red sun.

The smile hasn't changed until now.