Part 1: Longing for Warmth, 650 words

The interweaving of blood and tears is a sad interpretation, and the contrast between happiness and sadness is my true record. Longing and praying over and over still have only one purpose - longing for warmth.

In the darkness, the moonlight outside the window fell on my face. I don’t know when I burst into tears. I don’t know since when I often stayed in that dark corner where no one visited. The warm world in the distance is what I yearn for. Desirable. But it’s something I can’t have even if I work hard.

"I long for" a place without ridicule or pain to warm my frustrated heart when I am covered in scars.

"I long for" before the rain falls on my shoulders, I can have an umbrella to warm me the only trace of fire left on this cold earth. Since when, I have desperately longed for warmth, just like fish longing for water, birds longing for the sky, and mice longing for rice.

When my friends left and my parents were not around, I faced those mocking faces helplessly. I couldn’t feel the cold weather or the pain in my body. In the repeated taunts and repeated pains, I gradually lost my tears, gradually stopped resisting, and no longer cared. The warmth I expected has yet to come. In those days when there was no light and no hope, I could only wait - warmth. I longed, I expected, I prayed. But it's still useless, I still survive in that dark place. No one is here to take me out of here.

I watched you turn and leave, even though I told you firmly, "Let's go, let's go, I don't care. But who knows if this is true? The moment you turned around, my heart Tears are still falling on the path where we once sweated and laughed together, but now it seems more desolate. Your decisive departure and resolute turn around made me lose the source of warmth in an instant. It has always been the source of my warmth and the support of my world.

I long for warmth again. I am willing to exchange everything for a moment of warmth, because I miss it so much.

The second grade of junior high school. Οοoo宝

Part 2 Desire for Warmth, 650 words

The interweaving of blood and tears is a sad interpretation, and the contrast between happiness and sadness is my true record of longing and prayer. There is still only one purpose in recovery - longing for warmth.

In the darkness, the moonlight outside the window fell on my face. I don’t know when I started to burst into tears. I often stay in that dark corner where no one visits me. The warm world in the distance is what I long for, but it is also something I cannot have even if I work hard.

"I long for it". When my body is covered with scars, there is a place where there is no ridicule or pain to warm my frustrated heart.

"I long for" an umbrella to warm me when the rain is not dripping on my shoulders. The only trace of warmth I have left on this cold earth has been my longing for warmth, just like fish longing for water, birds longing for the sky, and mice longing for rice.

< p>When my friends left and my parents were not around, I was helpless in the face of those taunting faces. I couldn't feel the coldness of the weather and the pain in my body. I was in constant ridicule and pain. , gradually no longer resist, no longer care. In those days when there is no light and no hope, I can only wait - warmth. Praying. But it's still useless, I still live in that dark place. No one comes to take me out of here.

I watch you turn around and leave, even though I tell you strongly, "Let's go, let's go." , I don’t care about it. But who knows if this is true? When you turned around, my tears were still falling on the path where we once sweated and laughed together, but now it seems a little more desolate. Your resolute departure and resolute turn around made me lose the source of warmth in an instant. You have always been my source of warmth and the support of my world.

I am eager to get warmth again. I am willing to exchange everything for a moment of warmth, because I miss it so much.