Black excellent composition 1 The moment I came out of the principal's office, my mood was really cool! Walking in the corridor has a high rate of turning around. Who told me to be so handsome? When I went to the classroom, I saw a seat indicator on the wall, so I leaned over and took a look. "Well, that's good. Just the angle of the sun. " Exaggerated corners of the mouth, walked to the position of the window, the window was open, and suddenly a breeze blew, and the hair of the girl sitting in front of my desk was lifted and scattered with the wind. It happened that she was reading a book and didn't have time to do her hair, so she brushed it casually. The bangs, which should have been sweet, were also blown into a middle point by this wind, which was slightly capable. "Hello, is this table 17?" I have been chatting with beautiful women, but I have nothing to say at the moment. Are you blind? I don't know my desk number ... in fact, I just have nothing to talk about and want to strike up a conversation ... The girl slowly raised her head when she heard the voice and her eyes jumped from the page to my cheek. There seems to be a faint soft light in those eyes. At this moment, I finally understand what kind of sunshine can exist in a person's eyes. "hmm." The girl smiled and nodded, and her body smelled of a small family garden ... I sat down calmly and packed my schoolbag. It will be interesting to have her company in the future.
"Hello, what's your name?" I want to greet ordinary freshmen like that. After all, we have to get to know each other for so long in the future. This routine of dealing with people is also terrible. Su Jin. I can't believe my deskmate didn't even look up ... didn't even look at me ... didn't even ask her name! Then let me introduce myself. "My name is ginger. Take care of it later! " I put my hot face on my cold ass ... the real ... "Yeah." Another simple word. But it doesn't matter, my brother is very hot, even if you slow down, see how long you can bear it. "Um ... Su Jin, I'm going to sleep in class later, so don't bother me." I opened my schoolbag, took out a U-shaped pillow and put it around my neck. Then take out the iPhone6Plus to play. Don't waste time while you are awake ~ ~ "Aren't you afraid of the teacher finding out?" Su Jin's voice is still cold, like a wintersweet proudly standing in the cold winter snow. But I am also very happy. This is the first time I've heard her say that since I came here so long. I took off my headphones and looked directly at her. "Not afraid. There is no need to tell me when the teacher comes. " Say that finish, I intentionally raised my eyebrows. I saw her blush, and in less than 2 seconds, she straightened her head and stopped looking at me directly. This behavior is really funny. But it also proves one thing, Su Jin is really a shy girl.
Hey, are there many doubts about this topic? How can there be happiness in a dirty place like the toilet? Then listen to me in detail-
Toilet song = there is "shock" but no "danger"
"Mom, I have a stomachache and went to the toilet." I stuffed the comic book borrowed from my classmates into my pocket and ran into the toilet. I opened the comic book and read it page by page. "Ha ha ..." Ah u in the cartoon made me laugh. Suddenly, a burst of footsteps came "huh?" Did my mother quickly hide the comic book and stare at the door warily, "Da, Da, Da ..." Every sound hit my heart. After a while. Footsteps are gone, not mom. Take a long breath and look again. My laughter comes from time to time in the toilet.
Toilet Trilogy = Escape from Life in Death
"Hit, quick, yeah! Won. " At this time, I was crossing my legs, playing with my mobile phone and smiling proudly. "Give me the phone! Go to sleep! " Dad poured out a pot of "cold water" in an instant. I looked at my dad piteously and wanted to "sell cute" for a while. But dad turned a blind eye and was tough. I had a brainwave: "Dad, I'll go to the toilet first and return it to you when I get back." Say that finish, 100 meters sprint into the toilet. Leave dad hanging. Haha, of course I'm playing with my mobile phone. Just when I was carefree, my mother's voice almost scared my soul away. "Why don't you take paper to the toilet?" How many times have you said that the left ear goes in and the right ear goes out? "oh! When the first alarm sounded, I quickly put my mobile phone in my pocket. "Oh, oh. "I tied my mother's paper and pretended to be a good shit. When my mother left, I took out my mobile phone and enjoyed myself in the game. I squatted until my legs were numb, then I came out and returned my mobile phone to my father.
Toilet trilogy = caught red-handed
Today, I hid in the toilet to read novels and watch. Suddenly I felt an evil wind ahead, and the temperature dropped 100 degrees. I looked up and saw a pair of angry eyes staring at me, and my scalp was numb. Yes, this person is my mother, Zhou. My mother pulled me out with one hand and started a unique "tightening spell", "No TV for a week." Finally, it ended with mom's "Lion Roar".
Alas, although there are joys and sorrows in WC, most of them are still very happy, reading comics and playing mobile phones ... I don't know when I fell in love with the black happy time in the toilet. Happiness is as simple as that!
Black is full of mystery and unknown fears.
And she lives in a black world, facing unknown results every day.
She is an ordinary girl, but fate played a little joke on her and took away her eyes. She used to be afraid of the night, but now she wants to keep company with it. Since then, her stage has been turned off, leaving her crying in the dark.
Living in a colorless world for a long time made her forget the beauty of the rainbow, the spectacular sunrise and the smiling faces of her friends, leaving only black in her memory.
She said she should be strong and have no eyes or ears. Every morning, she always leans against the window, feels the fresh air and listens to everything that is sung for her in the morning. She likes the singing of birds, which sounds very pleasant. She likes to listen to the sound of studying in the school next door.
She said, there are stars in my night.
One day, she asked me, what are flowers like?
What you think is the most beautiful is the flower in your heart. (expressing surprise, shock, etc.)
Then my flowers should be black.
"why"?
Because I live in the most beautiful world. She said with a smile.
I was silent, but my eyes felt a little hot. Looking at the withered flowers beside me, I suddenly felt beautiful. When everyone hates black life, she turns black that others hate into her favorite color.
I remember I asked her if she complained about heaven, and she said, "I used to, but now I don't." Because sometimes you have to have it in your life. "I smiled and said very loudly," yes, there must be something in life. "She felt my smile, so she smiled, as warm and bright as the spring sunshine. Her smile and her words are engraved in my heart, and I can't forget them.
She likes running water because it is playing music for her. She seemed to see the clear water left on the mountain, flapping on the stone, splashing white water, slowly merging into the stream and leaving quietly; She seems to see blooming flowers, stimulating people's vision with different colors, bees and butterflies dancing around them, and interpreting the story of flowers with their fragrance; She seemed to see children playing and laughing in the air, so carefree and innocent. Forget sighing and sighing, praise the colorful life with the innocence of childhood, and describe the regrets of the years.
With those invisible eyes, she watched the change of seasons, the back of years, the cycle of life, the smile without radian, the tears without sadness and the most beautiful black in the world.
On weekends, I always look sad. Why? Because on Saturday, I have to study Chinese studies and homework in the morning, Olympiad in the afternoon, Go in the evening and English on Friday night.
Then there will be only the weekend. When the weekend comes, it means the end of the world. Why do you say that? It's mom.
My mother always wears a tall ponytail, a round head and a pair of dead fish eyes under curved eyebrows, but sometimes she still smiles.
Whenever I finish my homework, I will say to my mother carefully, "Can I play for a while?" Every time I asked my mother this question, she would ask me many questions. Is it finished? Did you recite this? But this time, my mother said, "OK, but only for a while." However, before playing for five minutes, my mother said sternly, "Are you sure you have finished your homework? Check it for me again. " "Hey, haven't you checked before? Why should I check it again? " My mother took my homework and said, "That's right. Well, this word is really beautiful. "
Although my mother passed the exam, she nagged, "Did you review your lessons?" The exam is coming soon. Is there any problem that you can't do? Have you ever written in English? Can't you even speak? Are the mathematical formulas and ancient poems memorized? "I think, mom, do you love me or not?
Alas, I went back to my room silently. "Hoo", I closed the door tightly. I don't know how long it took, but my mother suddenly opened the door and said, "OK, do you want to play badminton with me?" Looking at my amiable mother, I silently agreed.
My mother and I played badminton with a smile. I see, only mother is good in the world.
I went downstairs with badminton on my back. My parents and I were all sweaty when playing badminton. Of course, my badminton skills are getting better and better. But I accidentally fell down and fell to my knee. My parents immediately took me home to rub medicine, which made me feel the real maternal love.
It seems that this is not a black weekend!
There is such a beautiful place: looking up, a bright moon rises in Ran Ran between the green hills, as beautiful as a silver plate and as charming as a pearl! Looking down, the green grass is as magical as the green sea and as attractive as the blue sky! In short, there are vibrant fairy scenes everywhere.
But that's long gone, blowing in the wind.
Tsunamis, hurricanes, floods and sandstorms occur frequently. That desertified land; That polluted air; A dry river; Tell us about the anger and fire in their hearts.
Harmonious Rainbow Bridge-When will Black People and Nature Leave? When will the wind of green harmony blow? When will the old fairy scenery come back?
The wind of harmony between man and nature has already blown into our hearts, and the "beautiful scenery" of "seeing the desert in the wind" no longer appears. The scene of "Spring River stinks" has flown away. What is the scene before us today?
Scene 1: A little girl in a red robe is walking with her grandmother. When I came to a park, my grandmother sat leisurely on a bench. But the little girl in the sequoia is squatting alone on a piece of grass to pick up "pearls"-garbage. Surprisingly, however, when you ask her why she did this, she will answer you in a childish voice: "I am combing the grass for grandpa!" " Grandpa Cao has made so many blessings for us, which is right! "
Ah! What a good one. You should. Thus, the tree of harmony took root in her heart.
Scene 2: A group of students are walking neatly on the sidewalk. Every student has a plastic bag in his hand. When they see rubbish on the sidewalk or on the road, they will pick it up with their pen-holding hands. This has been done dozens of times. Oh! Don't! It should be hundreds of times!
Ah! What a great move. From this perspective, the flower of harmony has planted seeds in their hearts.
Lens 3: In a stone chair near the garden, an old man sits. He is so simple and ordinary. In front of me is a maple sapling less than three years old. Grandpa is staring at this young tree. At this moment, two young men came. They went to the tree and said, "Let's see who can find the young tree fastest." When they were only two steps away from the young tree, the old man stopped them and scolded them.
Look! These people are so harmonious that they blow the wind of harmony into their hearts. They can remember the warnings of the sages and love nature as much as their own eyes.
From this perspective, the beauty of heaven, earth, people and things is close at hand.
What a dark person, what a harmonious wind of nature!
I don't know what I'm expecting, and even blindly anesthetize myself with piles of homework. I tried desperately to find my own value, but I still got nothing. What else do I want to do? I don't know, either.
So many smiling faces, I suddenly feel so tired. A face of scars, pretending to be indifferent. In fact, I have been pretending that I am just a hypocritical child.
I don't know how many things I can't predict, just like I smiled at you yesterday and stabbed you twice today. I have too much anxiety about this world, and nothing is absolute, so I keep walking and finally lose myself. Too strong anxiety makes me have no confidence in the world and full of doubts.
Suddenly I feel full of hatred for the world, just for a moment. I hate the feeling of passing by in an instant. I hate myself. Why am I so upset? Why do I hesitate? Why do I still have some stupid ideas that hurt everyone, including myself.
Confused thinking is like a poisonous snake devouring me, but I am even crazier after being poisoned. I don't know how many people I have to hurt to be satisfied. Even wandering in tears at night, nervous all day, out of control at a certain moment, ruined everything.
I am hesitating, hesitating and despairing. People standing on two roads are the closest and favorite. How should I choose? What is the most correct way to go in the future? Sometimes I want a moth to put out the fire, but that's the pain after putting out the fire. It hurt me deeply, and it made me burst into tears. But why am I still not desperate? Why? It's really stupid
Hurt a person. I don't know what else to make up for the poor man. Continue to cheat or pay the truth? Forgive my paranoia, I have lost confidence in this world. Beautiful fairy tales often contain the most vicious curse, so I'd rather not be a princess. Afraid of being hurt, or rather, already hurt. My heart has been reduced to ashes.
I always wake up suddenly in the middle of the night, pale ceiling, black unknown, confused eyes, chaotic everything.
This is the end.
Black Excellent Composition 7 "Classmate, have you finished painting? There are still 20 minutes, and now I'm going to start teaching myself. " The art teacher finished, picked up the book and left. When the students took out their math books as usual and sat down to wait for the math teacher to come in, the math teacher didn't come. This surprised the students very much. Five minutes passed, 10 minutes passed ... until the class was over, the math teacher never appeared, and no one even heard her footsteps. Then, countless voices of "doubt" spread in the classroom. "The teacher is ill? Either there is something at home. " "No, it's because the teacher understands our pain, so she doesn't take any extra classes in Class Two." ..... The image of the teacher is getting taller and taller in the students' guesses. This is a rare real art class, although it only takes ten minutes to draw.
Looking back on the past, it is often that the music has just been played for 20 minutes before the math teacher squeezes in; All the 40 minutes in the labor class were occupied by the Chinese teacher; Writing class is more interesting, only 10 minutes at most, and the rest time is divided by math and Chinese teachers. The ideological and moral course is simply a replica of the Chinese class. ...
But this time, half an art class left us half a self-study class!
Ah, teacher, you are so great!
The next week, math and Chinese classes will be over when the bell rings, and classes will not be delayed as usual; Do an exercise between classes; We also took social and legal classes for the first time; When attending music and art, the main teacher's figure no longer appears in front of the classroom. Like happy little fish, we finally swam into the sea of normal teaching arrangements in the school and were free.
The most joyful thing for students is yet to come: neither the head teacher nor the deputy head teacher is angry with us, as if he were a different person.
Ah, teacher, you are so great!
Happy days fly like wings, and students all expect next week to be better. Will you have such a happy campus life next week? I hope tomorrow will be better!
The next Monday, art class.
Unexpectedly, the art teacher left just after 10 minutes. It turned out that the math teacher came again. After dragging the class for half an hour, it's finally time to finish school. In the corridor, the students saw a passage written on the blackboard: "The inspection work in the province is over, and the classes have resumed normal class arrangements."
"Ah?"
"So that's it!"
Ah, teacher, you are so great!