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The key is on this side, locked on that side


That key is still there.

This is my second day, the English teacher gave it to me. I always put it together with my house key, and I bring it with me every day. In fact, it was not used a year ago because of the third day. After changing the classroom, I added another small key. Unfortunately, a few days before graduation, it was taken back. And the little key that accompanied me for two years may have been changed because of the keyhole, it seems to have been forgotten in me.

I have been graduating for more than a month, but the friendship for three years is always difficult.

Every time I open the door, I will see the little key that I haven't used for a long time. When I think of the country, the scene of everyone together is a pity.

There is no banquet in the world - we were crying very sad on the last day of the school before the exam. On graduation day, we were very happy to go out for a party - that was the last time, I saw their faces.

Although, every day, everyone is very interested in the group, but I always feel that there is something in between, it seems that we are far apart.

Nowadays, things are human beings - only the small key, the little key that was accidentally left behind by me, still.

However, the key is here, lock, where is it?

Is it still hanging in the doorway of the classroom two years ago? Still in a corner of the storage room?

No matter where it is now, I can't find it. I only have this little key left. What can I do?

I don't want to use it to miss the past anymore - I know that even if I cry again, I won't come back.

Since the key has lost the lock, that's it. It seems that this lock can't be opened. Let them be in the same place, let the little key block my memory and bury it.

If a person goes backwards, he will always hit the wall.

Memories are so beautiful, but killing youth. This little key is my memory, but unfortunately God wants it to lose the lock, so I have to block it.

This is the memory. Don't let it open - I am afraid that I will fall out.

Third day: Chen Jialin

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