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on the way

Daqian world, the road to life is long, everyone is destined to embark on a long road of life after birth, this road is bumpy, frustrated, full of thorns; at the same time, we have got some unexpected gains. Looking at the road is paved on the ground, the actual heart is on the road; step on the deeper, step on the lighter, pain once, hurt once, the heart will grow up.

Friendship is on the road to growth

The sinister sun shines on the runway. Under the blue sky, like a pair of blue eyes watching a white figure swaying on the crimson track, I thought: give up? adhere to? I suddenly ran like a lost ant on the runway. Sweat from the forehead, stinging my eyes, I couldn't help but leave tears. At this time, I heard a familiar voice: "How are you? Don't you?" The friend's concern stopped me. Tears, I looked at her with red eyes, and the voice was a little hoarse. "I don't want to go down. It's too hard. I don't want to keep going. This road is too hard, I am afraid of me." Before I finished, I was interrupted by the serious voice of my friend: "You are stupid, you have been persisting for so long, this time to give up, if you give up now, you will definitely regret that your intestines are green." It’s not just you who walk this road. You still have such a ruin party. If you are afraid of anything, you will pay back.” I smiled with my friends and continued to sway our sweat on the crimson track. Friendship, accompanying me on the road of growth, give me motivation.

Warmth on the road to struggle

Late at night, the moonlight draped a thin layer of yarn for the earth, revealing a mystery. The people of every household are gradually falling asleep, but I am going to pick up the lights and read them at night. I will take the test tomorrow. I am unable to sleep because of the tension. In the quiet room, only the paper is flipping, "笃, 笃, 笃" gently knock on the door. I frowned and impatiently shouted: "What's wrong with me, let me review!" There was silence outside the door. After a long time, I felt very thirsty, so I got up and went to pour water. Open the door and you will see a thermos bottle on the ground, next to a piece of paper: drink the soup earlier, rest early, and raise the spirit test. The word of oysters is the mother. The heart was moved and stunned, the nose could not help but be sour, the tears flowed down, dripping on the paper, and the heart was warm. Mother love, with me on the road of struggle, give me warmth.

Teacher is on the way to reading

In the quiet office, there was no teacher's voice, no confetti to correct the test papers, only the white ceiling and two people. I stood in front of the teacher's desk and looked at the papers in her hands. The red pen sketched a stroke and made me deeply disgusted. The teacher said to me in a plain voice: "Do you know where the exam was wrong?" I nodded. "The teacher knows that your last test score is good, but it doesn't mean that you are so good next time, and you are a silent child. I never thought that you could play so crazy. This score is a lesson for you. If you don't see your eyes, you can easily take a detour. If you lose your mind, you can easily get rid of it. Next time you work hard!" The teacher looked at me with a confident eye. My face is calm, but my heart is turned upside down: I thought the teacher would be very disappointed with me. I didn't expect the teacher to follow me on the road and give me encouragement.

There are many ways in life, but there are only a few roads that really suit you. There are very few people who really pay for it. God shuts your door and opens a window for you, a path to a happy world.

Third day: Yin Jinghuan

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