a bookmark

"Letter!" I just entered the classroom, and my good friend flew toward me. "Your letter!" He said that he would raise his hand. I took the letter and quickly opened it. A delicate bookmark quietly Sliding down... Looking at the letters in the letter, my heart can’t help but stir up layers of waves...

Originally, the letter was sent to the "xx composition contest" review. Recalling the beginning of the competition, I read some paperwork every day, and re-written one with my own experience and the good words that I copied. Every time I see any essay topic, I will write it carefully. After I write it, I will repeatedly refine the beautiful sentences and words in the article, so that these words will show the center of the article. For this competition, I can say that it took a lot of effort.

Along the way, I passed the five levels, and I went to the finals. "On the battlefield," the master is like Lin, I am so sweaty. I got the test paper and saw the essay question, but I didn't know where to start. Looking at everyone "working hard," I am more anxious. So, I meditate in my heart: calm, now this time must not be nervous! The mood has stabilized, and I have accurately reviewed the questions and quickly listed the writing outline. Because of the help of the outline, in my mind, my thoughts are like a spring, pick up the pen, "brushing..." and write it up. After a while, the article was written. Writing, for me, seems to have become an instinctive singing, let me utter the truest self on the manuscript paper. Maybe my naive pen and ink can't write beautiful articles, but I turned all my knowledge and thoughts into words. Watching it jump like an elf, becoming beautiful and vivid...

Finally, my efforts are not in vain! In this essay contest, I have been working hard and persisting in the struggle. Although it is just a small bookmark, it contains my hard work. Maybe many people will look down on it, but this is money that I can't buy. I want to use it as a golden key to open the literary hall and continue to work hard. Because reading is a pleasure, writing is a pleasure. I used my own words to record my emotions, and I used my mood to write my own life. Today, this bookmark is always urging me to keep moving forward...