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Article 1: Nameless pain

The soft moonlight, faintly shining on the dark clouds, shows a strange beauty. The empty campus is very dull, and the sound of reading is full of campus. At this moment, I am sitting in the classroom, the desk is full of books, looking out the window, watching the charming night scene makes me fascinated.

Heart, there is a nameless pain, a heartache that is very painful but can't tell the feeling, tears, will also flow out inadvertently, but I did not, just forbearance in my heart, just heartache for a long time. I always feel that I am always a person, a cry, a person laughing, a person crying in the night, no one knows. What was the taste of loneliness for the first time? Even made me feel unable to breathe, maybe the world was so lonely and lonely. Feeling tired and tired, I feel that I have never belonged to this world, just like it is superfluous.

The moonlight illuminates gently, through the window, into my face, or shines on my heart. Pain, but also a nameless pain, but also a heartache that is very painful but can't tell the feeling. The memory in my mind comes to my eyes, and the memory changes from clear to fuzzy until it disappears. What is this feeling? It is just a nameless pain.

I never know what it is to lose. I never know what it is like to be lonely. Just accustomed to one person, why bother? The kind of pain in my heart is slow and painful. What can I do? Life is still not the same. Just get used to it all.

Moonlight shines into my heart, the pain in my heart, slowly down, everything is good.

Article 2: Heart, still cool

The night is beautiful, a little cold wind is blowing on the body, scratching in my heart, my heart is also cool.

I appreciate this beautiful night alone. I am aimless. It seems that everyone has abandoned me. It seems that I don't belong to this world at all. It seems that I am just a shadow. No one really pays attention to me, no one really stays with me, no one really cares about me, no one really loves me. Say good, never give up, say good is always together, say good to be old, and finally become an empty talk, who is who left, who hurts, don't say that you love me, your love I can't afford it. I don't want to think about this relationship anymore. The feeling I care about the most is my most unsuccessful. I lost everything thoroughly. I don't have any brilliance. You can say no, you don't want to, I don't want to, I am fed up. Really enough, when everyone thinks I won't lose, I lose completely. You, I dare not say that I hate you, I dare not say that I love you, I just want to give up, even if I use my life, I don't want to remember this relationship again, this sad feeling that makes me sad. Night, cool, my heart, it also became cool.

In the winter, it can be warm when it is cold. What should I do in the summer? Nobody’s lane, I sit in the ground and smoke, pick up the cigarette and gently touch my arm. He is calling, tearing the heart, I don’t have I heard, my heart heard, the scar, it became your sin, all this is you, I hate loneliness, I am afraid of shady, therefore, in the summer, my heart is cold, I use hot cigarette butts To make him warm, maybe, the body hurts, and the heart will not hurt.

No one, really no one, in this silent night, the world is sleeping, I want to sleep, sleep until the next life, heart, still cool, how, how to warm?

Article 3: I am with a red scarf

When I was in kindergarten, I saw my brother and sister wearing a triangle on my chest. I curiously asked my mother what it was. Why did they wear it on her chest every day, but I didn't. Mother smiled and said: "This is a red scarf, a sign of the young pioneers. You will know when you go to the country."

I hope, hope, and finally hope for this day. The big sister gave me a bright red scarf and told me to study hard. I envy myself.

I know that the red scarf is the corner of the red flag, and the revolutionary martyrs are stained with blood. I must protect it.

The red scarf became my good friend, good partner, I wear it every day at school. I feel very proud to wear it, very proud, very happy, very beautiful. I know more things than before, and I work harder. The red scarf has always inspired me to become a good boy at home and become a good student at school.

One day, my mother and I were playing on the street, and I had a beautiful top in my hand. A little brother must come over and grab my gyro. His mother screamed at him severely, and the younger brother cried aloud. At this time, I heard the red scarf on my chest say to me: "Give it to him." I quickly sent the beautiful gyro to the younger brother, the younger brother did not cry, and said thank you to me happily. My mother and I both laughed, and my mother praised me for doing the right thing. The red scarf on my chest also became more vivid. Although my beloved gyro is gone, my heart is beautiful because I have done a good thing. I will do it later, do more things to help others, and add radiance to the red scarf.

The red scarf is my pride, I am proud of the red scarf.