Two people, both half a shoe of sand, covered in loess, with a strong smell of sand in their mouths. He and I smiled at each other in the sun.

This is the first time he and I have participated in the sports meeting. With a little ignorant self-confidence, we high-five each other in the middle of the playground: "Fight for class honor, don't give up, don't give up." This kind of self-confidence makes people particularly like it. Inadvertently, I saw the osmanthus tree on the playground, and two of them actually opened earlier.

Soon we came to the meeting place, unexpectedly, according to our height advantage. I made it to the finals.

Watching the pole in front rise a little bit, finally, the people in front fell down one by one. Raise layers of loess, just like the battlefield, dusty. Therefore, it is more necessary for two soldiers to join hands and never give up.

It was his turn. I asked him, "Are you afraid?" He said, "I'm afraid, but I have to fight." Watch him start, sprint and take off. The moment he jumped, my heart was in my throat. Unfortunately, it didn't pass, and it turned over. I tried to comfort him, but I didn't know what to say.

I am ready for action, looking at the terrible high pole in front of me, and I have no bottom. "Fight it." I said to myself. The same action, the complete take-off is not real, but the heel hits the pole. The pole fell and jumped twice on the ground.

I walked out of the bunker, and he came over and patted my clothes and handed me a bottle of mineral water. I asked, "Can we do it?" He said, "Yes, you can. Believe in yourself. " I nodded and looked at the two osmanthus flowers on the edge of the playground, which clearly showed the momentum of making progress. Yes, it will be useful.

Last chance, he rubbed his sore feet, and I yelled at him, "Come on." He nodded to me and sped through. Just like that, as light as a swallow, he succeeded. He clenched his hands and made a victory gesture.

His success brought me some confidence. I stroked my beating heart. Watch the pole ahead. Go ahead, do your best. At the moment of rising, only the words "don't abandon, don't give up" are reflected in my mind. Come on, you will succeed. I fell to the ground and my skirt touched the telephone pole. The pole swayed three times and didn't fall. I did it.

I held him tightly, just like those two osmanthus flowers, closely dependent on each other. Meditation: "Don't abandon, don't give up. We are all fine. "

Yes, that time, he and I were fine.

Teacher's words: I don't know how many points this article got, but from the total score 105, it should not be very bad. This subject has been rewritten many times, so he can give full play to his best level in the senior high school entrance examination. Appreciate concise language, delicate psychology and occasional landscape contrast. What is more appreciated is that the author can run through the clue of "don't give up, don't give up" in the writing process. This is the spiritual principle of seven soldiers in Soldier Assault, and the author can skillfully use it because he understands this sentence. I'm glad that at the beginning of the semester, I suggested that the whole class read Soldiers Assault carefully and learn the spirit of Xu Sanduo. This is the help of reading.

At that time, she and I were both good.

I once thought I was Jane Eyre in Charlotte Brontexq's works, ordinary, short and unobtrusive.

I used to think that she, like me, was like a caterpillar, hated by people and could only be unknown.

As we all know, Jane Eyre also has a day to find inner happiness, and the caterpillar also has a moment to break into a butterfly. A beautiful soul sublimates in an instant and blooms brilliantly. ......

At that time, she and I were fine.

She, my good friend since childhood, has always been an ordinary pair of friends. That day, I did my homework with her at the window.

"Fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three ..." On the grass outside the window, a group of children were patting the ball. .....

Teacher, I really can't remember the middle part. It's probably about how she and I helped the children get the ball down from a tall tree. I stood on her shoulder, climbed up and poked it with a wooden stick. Finally, I fell down and both of them were injured. That's true. )

Looking at the way we were injured, a child took out a band-aid and carefully bandaged it for her, showing a sweet and innocent smile. A boy said, "Sister, thank you." "You are amazing!" "Sister, you are really good!"

Listening to those thanks and compliments, I suddenly realized that ordinary people can have extraordinary qualities, not extraordinary talents. At that time, she and I were fine. In fact, everyone is good!

Teacher's words: It's a pity that students can't recall the specific contents written in the examination room, but it doesn't matter. She showed us a wonderful beginning and end, and there are many profound truths in the simple language.

I did well with her that time.

In winter, the stream freezes, and at that depth, the water continues to rush forward It's all good. In summer, the streets are empty. In that pond and rice field, frogs are full of vitality. It's all good.

I was awakened by the cold that morning, glanced at the gray sky and went to school with my schoolbag on my back.

On the way, the gray wind messed up my hair, and when I looked up, it was a pile of dark clouds. The mood is like a dark cloud, terrible-I turned against her for a novel yesterday, and two angry people quarreled and ran counter to each other.

You know, I had a deep friendship with her for six years, but it fell apart in just a few minutes.

Suddenly, my arm got cold and it rained. Only then did I realize that I accidentally forgot to bring my umbrella. I ran to the teaching building quickly, and the rain behind me suddenly became heavy. Only flowers and plants disappeared in the rain.

The whole school is in the baptism of rain, and time goes by. All day, my mind has been echoing the roar: "We broke up!" " ".Angry people shouted this sentence, but didn't know that neither of us would apologize or miss each other.

After school, a person stood in the corridor, feeling extremely excited, and looked down when he saw that the flowers and plants in the rain were soaked. I am also very helpless. She used to come home with me with an umbrella, but now … what should I do? Go ahead.

Cold raindrops fell on me and passed by the tea shop we often went to. When I walked in, a faint smell of milk came to my nose. "You're here?" Aunt said, "Look, it's all wet. Here, wipe it with a towel. " After listening to these words, I felt a little warm in my heart. "Thank you, Aunt, a cup of strawberry milk tea." "ok." "Also, a cup of taro." She likes the smell. This rain has made me awake a lot. I can never give up this friendship and apologize to her.

I feel very warm with two cups of milk tea in my hand. Looking at the heavy rain outside, I sighed and was about to rush over when I heard my aunt calling me from behind. "Wait a minute, she left you an umbrella, saying that you little fool would forget to bring an umbrella. She also said that she was waiting for your milk tea. " After listening to these words, my eyes were instantly moist. So she knows me very well. Wes, who are we going home with?

When a smile appeared in front of me, I knew that we all forgave each other. We have the same milk tea and we have the same umbrella. ...

Our friendship is like a stream in winter and a world in summer. The surface is deserted, but the bottom of my heart is still deeply concerned about each other.

At that time, she and I were both very good, paying for our friendship and finding the original beauty.

Teacher's words: a quarrel between friends, a lonely day and the baptism of rain show the preciousness of friendship and make people understand that friendship needs our care. The narrative of this article is simple, but the author can put the narrative of ordinary things in a rainy environment, which naturally adds a lot of poetry to the article. Even sadness is for the following article, and my thoughts have changed in such a rainy day.

At that time, she and I were both good.

The stars and the moon are together, they decorate the night sky more brightly; Birds and insects are together, and they play songs more beautifully; Green leaves and flowers are together. They make the garden more fragrant.

I took my sister's arm and walked in the busy market. Footsteps jumped briskly on the ground. The bustling market is really beautiful!

After turning a corner, we noticed a table in the corner. There is a conspicuous long banner hanging above the counter: Love Donation. Below the counter, there are several red donation boxes, and several staff members are wandering in front of them. They smiled at passers-by. Passers-by just looked around and left in a hurry. There is some silence in the corner.

"Go and have a look." My sister took my hand. Approached, only to find that there are two enlarged photos on both sides of the platform, which are scenes of earthquake-stricken areas. The helpless victims are eager to have a living home again. Although it is already spring, there is still some chill in the breeze. "Sister, help them, they will get better, and they can rebuild their homes."

I took my sister's hand and walked to the donation box. The staff greeted us warmly and he smiled at us. My sister's eyes are still stuck in two photos, and my heart is sad. "Sister, donate money." Elder sister turned her head and answered softly. She took out a pile of paper money from her wallet, which was the salary that the elder sister just got this month! 800 yuan, she put it all in the donation box. I felt in my pocket, too, but the change in all my pockets added up to only ten yuan. There is not much love. I also stuffed coins into the box and made a crisp landing sound with my blessing. "I donated this fifty to you." Sister found the last note from her pocket again. Fifty dollars covered the coin lightly.

The staff insisted that the elder sister leave her name, but the elder sister said, "I only leave love, which is enough." Elder sister took my hand and left the donation desk. Elder sister turned her head slightly, and her eyes stayed on those two photos. The sun shines warmly on them and us.

My sister and I praised each other with our eyes and thought we were both good. I also believe that love will definitely warm the helpless victims, and the sun will still shine on the land in the disaster area.

I looked at the bright sunshine, silently chanting: In this age of thin truth, we should pay more attention to our companions around us, and everyone should show a little love. Together, we will hold up a blue sky!

Teacher's words: Although the material selection is old-fashioned and the slogan is loud, I still think this can be an excellent exam composition.

That time, he and I were both good.

The purple Yuan Ye in Provence and the large area of lavender bear my dreams and hers.

She is my playmate since childhood. I stayed with her and maintained our purple friendship. Laughter often covers the way home.

At that time, the school was going to hold a three-legged race She skipped to sign up and said, "Let's go together, let's team up and win the first place!" " "

So, from then on, we tied my left foot and her right foot with a scarf and ran in the street in the amazing eyes of others.

The day before the game, it was raining lightly, and neither she nor I took an umbrella. "What should I do?" I cocked my head and looked at her smiling face. "What else can I do?" I looked at her and rushed into the rain curtain tacitly. Nothing can stop us.

The next morning, I knocked on her door. She came out, still smiling. But when I held her hand, the passed body temperature really startled me. "Sick? Because it rained yesterday, is it okay? You don't have to go. " And she didn't care, pulling me forward. Behind me, I was silent.

The whistle was about to ring, and I looked at her, but her eyes kept looking forward and trying.

With a loud noise, we took steps at the same time. At this time, I just want to finish this game quickly.

At the moment of crossing the finish line, thunderous applause rang out in my ears, but in my opinion, what was more harsh was her heavy breathing.

After sitting for a while, I untied my scarf and helped her to the infirmary.

The moment I crossed the finish line, I knew that she and I were both good!

At sunset, I saw her flowery smile again. "There are hardships behind success, but you must go forward and go forward."

The teacher's words: hard training, the game with illness, and gratifying results all let readers see that "she and I are good."