Fantasy composition 400 words in class, I want to have a wisdom needle.
Actually, it's not like this. The April wind gently caressed my face and messed up my thoughts. My father's roar hit my self-esteem and echoed in my ears. Standing alone in the dusk, holding the report card of losing again, looking at the bloody sunset, dazzling scores torment weak self-confidence, like a boat sailing into the sea, is it really like this? ..... Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of those green vines in the alley-morning glory. Looking at the roots, thin leaves and beautiful flowers shuttling through the moss, I carved a belief on the blue brick. Yes, nothing can be doomed to success at the beginning. In early spring, I looked at their slender, thin, overgrown branches and leaves and shook my head. Growing up in such an environment is doomed to be an unsuccessful life. When the people in the alley cleaned up the weeds and saw the broken roots curled up in the corner next to the morning glory, I smiled bitterly. Not all my dreams can survive. Narrow leaves try to reach out to the sun, and the remaining roots hold the soil harder but firmly. I was surprised that they didn't give up and started a new round of more tenacious growth. Until one day-in the mottled sunshine in the morning, I saw them blooming pale pink flowers. Under the light blue sky, they stubbornly lifted their faces, looked up at the sky and shed beautiful tears. I was shocked. Even though the morning glory was humble, its noble posture and arrogance that never bowed its head made me feel a little relieved, and the persistent spirit of longing for light and strength made me suddenly enlightened. Yes, I used to be ordinary, but I will use my strength to prove to my parents, teachers and everyone who knows me that this is not the case, and I can succeed. In a moment, it seems that I have gained the power of rebirth. In order not to leave regrets for myself, I began to challenge the limits and fight against myself. In the struggle, I learned to analyze complex mathematical problems. In the struggle, I learned to use various English sentence patterns. In the struggle, I learned to deal with all kinds of composition styles ... Victor said, "When it's dark, you can look at the stars more." I believe that dreams will meet once. The moment I walked out of the examination room again, I could finally relax and laugh, because I really surpassed myself. Remember-when you are lost, hold a clear spring to cleanse your mind; When confused, take a breeze to awaken reason; When you are confused, pick a little star and dress up your mind; You will find that this is not the case.