Good word

High school 500 words excerpt


Article 1: Can't live without you

The book is the golden key to the door of human wisdom; the book is the ladder of human progress; the book is a good medicine when people fail.
Indeed, the book has benefited me a lot.
On this day, I opened my eyes and watched the rain dance on the window. I listened to Lei Gong’s angry anger and felt the terrible eyes of the mother-in-law. It seemed to convey an unfathomable message. .
I was suddenly shocked: I have to go to school to receive transcripts this day. When I came to the school, I was holding a blank sheet of paper in my hand, and I couldn’t help but feel that I had not tested it. I lost my home and returned to my home. In recent days, I have washed my face with tears. I thought: It’s all the fault of the exam! I came to the study and was suddenly attracted to a book: how steel was made. I opened the book and read it, which made me realize that it would be a scent of plum blossoms without any coldness. Think about it, I am full of confidence, and meet the challenges of the future with full of passion. Sure enough, the hard work pays off, I am in the top of the class with excellent results, I am overjoyed.
In my childhood, although happy, it is inevitable that sometimes it is bitter. Some things can't help but leave a shadow in my heart. This made me fall into a confused doubt again. Similarly, in an unintentional time, I read Gorky’s childhood book. His childhood was so tragic. In his childhood, only fighting and not warming, but he can survive in such adversity, So there is still a lot to do, it is simply sigh! I began to reflect: what difficulties can I find? I should be optimistic and should be as strong as a rock. I exercised myself in the uncertainties. Since then, my mental outlook has changed: I started to be confident in life, and I am happy every day. A bright smile often appears on my face.
The book makes people feel a lifetime. The book makes the prodigal son look back. The book is a therapeutic medicine for wounds.


Chapter 2: Boiling Water

Transparent and memorable, clear and neglected, tasteless and heartbreaking.
——Inscription Some things have been experienced before they know what is right, what is wrong, what should be done, what should not be done, what is worth, what is not worth it. Whenever I look at other people's way of walking in the past, I often can't help but gossip about things. What I can exchange is often a sentence: What do you know, you are not me. Yes! I am not you, but you are not me, how do you know that I don't understand.
In fact, the more people who seem to be okay on the surface, the more painful they are because they don't dare to express their emotions too much. They don't want to cry, but they don't want people who cherish themselves to feel uncomfortable. You don't know how much they are eager to have someone go to them and bend over, touch their hair, hug them, and say softly: "Don't be afraid, there is me." But this sentence, No one said this slight concern, even I forgot myself.
Some things may not succeed even if they work hard, but they will not succeed if they don't work hard. Some words may be nonsense, but you can't regret it. Some people are not her, but she is the only one. I remember that I used to ask people what happiness is, and others asked me. I can't always tell, I recently saw a very interesting and warm sentence. What is happiness? Happiness is that dogs eat meat, cats eat fish, and Altman plays small monsters. For me, happiness is very simple, simple like a cup of boiled water. I used to be sad for someone’s departure, the failure of something, and now it’s not going to happen, because at least I still have one that I miss. A person worthy of my crying. At least I did this, I don't regret it.
I just want a cup of boiled water because it is transparent because it is clear because it is tasteless.
Would you like to give me a cup of boiled water?


Chapter 3: Youth raises the sail of dreams

The moon fell, and the white owl replaced the night. Chaoyang showed a circle of red at the end of the sky, accompanied by the sound of the alarm bells, the lazy breeze gently licked my face through the window, I slowly opened my eyes and sat up fiercely, this really Realizing that I, a girl who is about to be 15 years old, is about to become a high school student who is preparing for the college entrance examination. And all this, for me, seems so incredible!
It seems that the life and memory of the country for three years is too familiar and too deep for me. We cried together and went crazy, and there was joy, sadness, unforgettable friendship and little shyness in adolescence. It seems that "going to study with my classmates in the country" is such an unshakable theorem, even deep into the bone marrow. Even in military training, I never thought that one day I would leave the familiar environment to start a new life in a strange place, or what I was avoiding. But now, the reality is so naked in front of me, I feel inexplicable panic.
Suddenly, I realized that I can no longer escape some things because I have a lot of youth. Youth is actually very short-lived, short-lived and fleeting. I must use my short youth to start a bright road for my future and set sail for my dream. As someone has said: a person who has never used his feet to step on the road will not find a way to be his own. Really, there is nothing invincible. In the face of time and distance, they lost in the early morning and fled. I don't want my future self to regret because of the current inaction.
Trying to accept the new environment, new students, new teachers and even new ones are also a kind of growth and temper. The trees on the way to school are dazzling, the sky is blue, and I am thinking: high school, I'mcoming!


Chapter 4: Endless leaves

No nap, in the cloudy weather accompanied by the late north wind in the late autumn and winter, I was wandering in the little city, the staff of the few people in the street yawned and slouched in the park, stepping on the road. The golden carpet was paved, and it was thick enough and the wind was not enough. I walked here, and opened the diary in my mind, the atmosphere of the right, and the memories of autumn.
I think of a girl who likes high school for a long time. Later, when I was in high school and one fell, it was not as good as my fat man. I remembered that the first fight was actually a mouthful. I remembered the teacher in high school. I was too angry or angry with my classmates. No, I think of the teacher who was fighting with me. I wanted him to die. I am relieved now. I remember more good friends, good buddies, and a few good sisters. I have done a lot of crazy things. Children, maybe in this life, will not do it again.
I really don’t want to say goodbye, so whoever left the holiday and did not leave for me to leave, but also said that the taste of goodbye alone is like a crush. The failure of a crushed person is hard to bear. I can’t stand it. I am willing to recall that you are willing to deceive yourself and tell me that I have lost. you. Even if it is autumn, as long as you don't tell the big tree into the autumn, don't give him the autumn wind, still give him warmth. He will be like the autumn tree of the southern country is evergreen.
Time is rushing, then the stressful preparations are now we can make fun of it. At that time, our buddies all day long, hahaha, and now it is difficult to see their voices and smiles. High school love is a long-distance relationship or a gathering or a sudden burst of laughter. It’s even more heavy for us... I went to college and looked up. At the end of the park path, there was a tree with almost no branches. I only remembered me in my mind.
Maybe, there will be parting, or the months of autumn, and our sadness that has remained unchanged over time, still strong and not eclipsed. We hope that the days of evergreen together will always die, and we will only turn into fallen leaves. Become a memory, meet with thoughts every year...


Chapter 5: Time Flow Marks

The last time the factor of spiritual support, in the process of time, the dawn that has not been touched, no longer gives me the opportunity. The lost belief is to forget it, and then to condone his innocence for the last time. In that long time, let the vicissitudes fill the young cheeks, and then the passage of life is to a farther future.
Sometimes I have to think like this again. A lot of things are to bring traces in the years to know that the wind will leave shadows everywhere, and people will be the same. I don't know if I am too sad or things are like this. Many things are not so absolute at first. Looking back at my face, it seems so ridiculous.
I really want to be willful and not to think about my own mistakes, and then tell myself that I am not wrong, the only thing wrong is nothing. This kind of childish behavior, I think anyone will laugh at me! Because even myself will laugh unconsciously first. why? I have to repent in my memory after I have to wait for things to become memories. Is that the so-called growth? Because there is growth, will there be time for vicissitudes, can there be right and wrong choices?
I don't want to, but I can't. What I have been pursuing is just a gust of wind in the autumn. I know that it is a figure I can't chase, but I still find it stupid to go all over the mountains. Maybe I am really stupid, but who knows that it is everything to me? Even if it is stupid, I am willing. In fact, we are all the same, and we have been making mistakes for some kind of obsession in our hearts, but we are not wrong, but things are wrong, aren’t they? But it is undeniable that we have been escaping and escaping the path we should have.
We spent a different period of time at different times, and then we left many different stories in the flow marks of time. In the story, we can choose our own characters.

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