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This is dedicated to dear 050 1 class.

This summer, I was immersed in loneliness. Friends are outside attending various cram schools and hiding in buildings in this city. I am used to surfing the Internet in the morning. At this great moment, those familiar avatars in my friends list will only be gloomy.

Final exam. Get the report card. Learn agriculture. When these programs are running, we have been laughing and making trouble. It's really not a forced smile.

We have a tacit understanding about parting.

Near the final exam, the teacher handed out a lot of test papers for us to do exercises. Every time I get a test paper, I will habitually write down my name class in the upper left corner, and then sadly think that I can't write this class after my name in the future.

The weather is getting hotter every day, and the countdown to the final exam on the blackboard behind it becomes 10 days. Xiao Qing told me that in 10 days, we will no longer belong to this collective.

I was speechless, and then I saw the outline of the classroom tables and chairs become dignified in the twilight.

The road behind has been blocked, and the road ahead is desolate everywhere. This is my own choice.

I always remember that when I sent the liberal arts intention list, Sui Sui held my hand tightly, which was very tight. My fingers ached, but I still insisted on smiling at her.

But now, on my right, I can't find your left hand. Empty palms can't find the warmth of interlocking fingers. Once, I was overbearing and must compete with you for a window position; I accidentally spilled your milk. I've given you so much trouble. I am really not a good deskmate.

I rummaged around the house looking for a memoir of a spring outing, found it and put it on the computer to read it again and again. Over and over again until tears wet my face. The turbulent past generally churns in my heart, leaving a dim trace.

Those glorious days. Those long and meticulous loves. Those familiar eyes and eyebrows.

You will be like me, remember forever?

The joy of winning the goal in the last second of the basketball game once ignited our happiness like fire.

Let the class teacher organize a classmate's autograph book to make up lessons, which shows our determination to catch up.

Remember our spring outing, so happy. I deeply know that it was my first and last spring outing in Class 050 1.

Feifei has been climbing the mountain quickly, and there are only gasps in her ears and the wind whistling on the mountain road. In fact, I couldn't climb for a long time, but we didn't say anything discouraged and kept going forward with high morale. Later, Dumbbell and Xiao Pi shouted slogans to catch up, one two one, one two one. The four of us waged a tug-of-war with perseverance. In fact, we all lost our strength, but we persisted.

To make matters worse, we stopped and had a pleasant rain in the pine tree. The mountains are shrouded in mist, just like a fairyland. We put our hands over our mouths and shouted at the mountain together: "050 1 strongest-"

These syllables echoed in my ears over and over again, rising and falling with the clouds.

Then, another voice belonging to 050 1 came from a slightly higher place: "If it is 050 1, catch up with us quickly!"

The touch at that moment was unparalleled. Now that I think about it, my heart is still warm, as if the so-called time never existed. That kind of cordial feeling is brought by the four numbers "050 1". Although you are where I can't see you, I still know that you are there and haven't gone far.

In winter, I fainted in the school toilet and cut a big hole in my chin. When I was helped back to the classroom by Yiyi, I was still groggy and didn't understand what had happened. Then I saw you surrounded, scared and worried. You have to take me to the school infirmary. When I got to the first floor, I found it was raining outside. Shuchang took off his school uniform and gave me shelter from the rain. When I arrived at the school hospital, the doctor said that the wound was deep and I had to send it to a big hospital for stitches. I suddenly began to be afraid, and the pain in my chin began to spread unscrupulously. I cried with a "wow" and was at a loss. Feifei, Yiyi and Shuchang are all around me, and you kindly call me "Super Isaiah". Comfortable, and even that very interesting action. Easy to say that the Super Saiyan is the strongest and bravest! Immediately, the tears stopped flowing. At that time, I felt that there was really nothing to be afraid of with you around.

After sewing the needle, I went home, and my mobile phone was not quiet all night. A steady stream of text messages came to me, and almost all my classmates knew about my injury. A short message with greetings and worries moved me to tears.

I think I will always remember the joy of receiving one text message after another under the desk lamp. I even thanked the accident, which made me understand that I have so much care and friendship.

This is a long summer vacation. Every day is so hot and boring. I used to spend a lot of time on the bus, get on any bus, sit until my head is dizzy, and then find a random stop. This cycle, and finally sit home. Walking on the streets of this city, I can't help thinking of you. Looking at the community or the station outside the window, I will think that Weiwei's family lives near here, and Banhua's family will take a bus from here. I feel empty and lost at the thought that I can't study in the same classroom with you after school starts.

I still remember the last day of studying agriculture, and everyone returned to Liuyang No.1 Middle School. After getting off at the school gate, I have been looking for my classmates with my eyes. When we finally found the big team of 050 1, Sui Sui and I ran happily and joined in. It was as warm as going home. I think, after the placement, I was still labeled. I was a glorious member of 050 1, and this will never change.

Near the beginning of school, a long-lost classmate, Xiao Qiang, called as usual to ask about the Chinese homework. Almost every Sunday night in Senior One, he sends an extremely irresponsible message: "What homework will be handed in tomorrow? Please be specific, thank you. " I have always played the role of a "good man", and I can only send him text messages word by word to tell him about his homework in various subjects.

After answering his question, I said, "Actually, I won't take Chinese homework next semester ..."

I remember near the end of the term, I sat very close to Swallow and Sui Sui, and always sang "Write a Song" together. Now I want to sing to you-

The moon is in your eyes and the sun is in my heart. Now I write this article, just for you, just for you.

Separated feelings, said many times. Again, I love you. Dear class 050 1. You have been with me for a year.

As long as love is there and memories are there, 050 1 class will always be there.