Goodbye, all the works of Xiao Lang.

Author: Goodbye Xiao Lang.

The love of youth is particularly touching. I want to dedicate this book to the lost years!

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Speak for the dead

Author: Goodbye Xiao Lang.

This is a true portrayal of the life of criminal police. His life is full of death, darkness, sadness and despair. However, he has been tirelessly pursuing the beauty of human nature. ...

The Black Raven

Author: Goodbye Xiao Lang.

In western myths and legends, crows are messengers between hell and the earth, who can bring the soul of the person who caused death back to the earth and help him to take revenge.

Messenger between the Earth and Hell: Crow

Author: Goodbye Xiao Lang.

All the above books were downloaded from the "Book Club" website ~

Goodbye 20 17 composition 800 words Time flies, the years are like songs, the old man's footsteps are in a hurry ... 20 17 years, I remember we were still playing under the banyan tree and singing loudly; I remember that we were carefree and went shopping; All day. I remember we also talked about the infinite vision for the future and the pursuit of dreams together. I remember that we still pass small notes and whisper to each other in class ... countless pasts are now our memories.

Full of youthful vitality, 20 17 is fleeting. With the new year's bell ringing, 20 18, full of opportunities and dreams, is coming to us.

20 18 is a brand-new year, and we have new hopes and new pursuits.

In 20 18, we are about to usher in an important turning point in our lives-the senior high school entrance examination.

In 20 18 years, I grew up by one year. I want to help my family share all the housework.

In 20 18, I will enter a new school and start a new study and life.

No one can predict the future life, but I know that there are many things I have to do this year ... I am excited, nervous, afraid, uneasy, worried and looking forward to the upcoming senior high school entrance examination ... Maybe these words are not enough to describe my mood at this time! Maybe you can only play your best when you are calm in the face of the exam! There are many new year's wishes, but the most important thing is to get into a good high school.

For this wish, I have been working hard ... in order to get into a good middle school, I got rid of the habit of procrastination before; In order to get into a good middle school, I listen carefully and take notes in class every day; In order to get into a good middle school, I am not as lazy and idle as I was in Grade One and Grade Two. In order to get into a good middle school, I tried to make up for my weak science; In order to get into a good middle school, I began to exercise every day, in order to improve my sports performance; In order to get into a good middle school, I began to recite history and politics. In order to make up for the geography and biology points I lost in junior two ... 20 18, this is a brand-new year. Looking back on 20 17 and looking forward to 20 18, let's sweat, fly our dreams and greet this brand-new year with songs! Through the wind, around the center, still connected with the original dream as usual. How can you put your initial dream on the road to where you want to go? You will definitely achieve and realize your real wish, and then you will be counted as heaven. ...

Goodbye, my friend. My good friend will emigrate to France today.

She didn't tell me whether I still knew nothing unless I learned from other friends.

In this respect, I feel a little betrayed.

Tonight, I toss and turn, and I can't sleep.

The next day, I knocked on her door. That's her mother. Maybe this kind aunt knew what I was doing and pointed to the upstairs, indicating that I could go up.

I pushed open the door of her room and she had packed her suitcase.

The room is empty and she is standing at the table.

We looked at each other and said nothing.

"Why," I was the first to break the silence, "why didn't you tell me?

"She gave me a slightly apologetic look, stopped and said," I didn't want to tell you, but I left you a letter for fear that you would be sad, so I didn't say it.

"I sipped my lips and clenched my hands into fists involuntarily.

"If you treat me as a friend, you shouldn't keep it from me," my blunt tone almost froze the time. "Besides, I know, don't you?

"This is a problem, I said abruptly in a declarative tone.

She lowered her head and knew that I was hot-tempered, and I was sure to be angry.

I calmed down unexpectedly, and I couldn't hear any emotion in my plain tone: "You don't treat me as a friend.

""no.

"She looked up into my eyes." Never.

"I dazed, corners of the mouth slightly up, eyebrow eye gentle a few minutes," you this guy.

"I gave her a beating.

"Don't be so serious, I'm kidding.

But don't forget me.

"I was very sad, but I didn't show it.

I caressed my eyes when I came out of her house. Wet and transparent liquid flows through my fingertips, which is a bitter liquid that I never give up. I really cried ... the next day, at the airport.

I put my hand in front of her, "shake hands.

"She leng, hold my hand.

"We are friends.

""well, forever and ever.

"Loosen, we at the same time to each other's hand heart stuffed with something, she understood, I also understand.

When she passed the security check, I shouted, "Jin Xiyue, if you forget me, you will never be friends with me again!" " "I saw her figure froze and waved back.

Well, that idiot thought I didn't see her wipe her tears.

The plane took off and drew a long arc in the sky to refuel abroad.

I write a 600-word composition, farewell-farewell encouragement. Before I was eleven, my composition was as short as a rabbit's tail, so my mother often called me "composition * * *".

When I came to Xuefeng Primary School in the second grade, I found that my classmates' compositions were very good, all written by students in the third and fourth grades.

Therefore, I feel very depressed and annoyed.

Once in a composition class, Teacher Cao asked us to write a composition. My composition seems to say to me, "Alas, Huang Xiangyu, your writing is so poor that you still brag in front of your classmates. You are so stupid! " So, I began to feel inferior.

I remember another time after school, Mr. Cao left me in the classroom and talked to me about writing a composition.

I thought Mr. Cao would criticize me, but I was wrong. Mr. Cao did not criticize me, but encouraged me.

Teacher Cao said to me kindly and calmly, "Huang Xiangyu, your composition has improved, but you should pay more attention to the little things around you and write your composition with true feelings." I believe that if you write more and practice more, you will definitely make greater progress! " I was moved by teacher Cao's words; I am ashamed, and at the same time I have gained some confidence secretly.

Well, after all, someone praised me, although only once.

So I continued to write.

Every time I use an appropriate good word or sentence, Teacher Cao never forgets to say, "Progress!" "My heart is full of feelings I have never felt before.

After three years of hard work, I finally wrote a composition with true feelings and won the first prize in the whole school composition competition! My family showed incredible expressions, and Mr. Cao praised me, which made me very happy.

Teacher Cao looked at me kindly and calmly, like a deep pool of water ... whenever I wrote a successful composition, my eyes would see the figure of Teacher Cao.

I will never forget Teacher Cao's encouragement.

Goodbye 400 words Goodbye, my classmates' six years are fleeting and end in their reluctance. Six years is like the sunshine in summer, seemingly colorless, but made up of seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple ... Goodbye! I can't forget your hug at the graduation ceremony; I can't forget the hazy tears you waved to each other after you left the school gate; I can't forget every joke you make and every note you write on weekdays ... Goodbye, classmates! People say that you don't know how to cherish until you lose it. Yes, when we face the face that is about to leave, a sour mood will rise in our hearts for no reason, and our eyes can't help but get wet ... Goodbye, classmates! I remember that I had a low fever that day. Because it was a review class, I didn't dare to miss class, so I went to school despite my illness. The teacher was explaining a difficult problem on the review paper to us on the blackboard, and I suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable. I just want to raise my hand and ask the teacher to allow me to go to the infirmary. I don't want to throw up all over the floor with a "wow". My classmates quickly helped me up and my deskmate took me to the infirmary. Looking at the fine sweat on my deskmate's head, my heart suddenly became sour. I went home. The next morning, my classmates asked me questions and asked me to copy my notes. Yesterday's sadness reappeared in my mind. I think that's love ... goodbye, class! If friendship is an evergreen tree, it must be watered by a clear spring from the heart; If friendship is an unbeaten flower, then it must be the rising sun in my heart.

In the process of growing up, the road of growth is not something we can choose. Youth is bright sadness. Goodbye, we all want to grow up. Just like going to Qiu Lai in spring, growing up taught me to pretend. I have passed the rainy season of the flower season, and it is also the past ... I once shouted that I have no regrets in youth, put down my smile and look straight ahead. After learning so much, I showed my charming figure in summer. But even yesterday, I didn't know that growing up is a kind of beautiful sadness ... I suddenly found out why we can't laugh happily ... Tears ... Are you mourning my lost years ... Memories are like rotten leaves, sad, but in fact, just looking at her in the mirror looking for her lost self, we can only accept ... Life has taught me not to be competitive, but to be familiar with who I am. As the swan goose quietly flies south, people can no longer be heard. Goodbye, I used to wander freely in the so-called world ... However, in autumn, I slowly turned yellow and matured for my career. Say goodbye to those lost days, whether happy or sad, I may miss them as the best gift you gave me and the most authentic habitat I gave you. Looking through sadness, the bright sunshine is mixed with sadness, and those once beautiful days seem to have happened yesterday. Life is like a leaf.

Time goes by slowly, and my past self is bullying on campus. Those fresh and tender greens have long been buried in front of the time scale, reminding me to grow up from time to time ... I want to laugh, but I still can't find myself in those lush years ... Oh, give yourself a smile and grow up. In those lost days, Xiao Si said, I was afraid of intrigue. I lost so much, but why can I cry silently and raise my head?

How to write a composition on the topic of "Goodbye"? Five years ago, when I was a timid child of more than one meter, my alma mater set foot on the beautiful campus of Huishi Primary School and began a happy primary school life for five years. Huishi primary school has a history of 140 years, but the whole campus is brand-new, whether it is a plastic track, a training platform, comfortable desks and chairs, and white walls. They created a good environment for us to exercise and study. In the charming campus of my alma mater, many things happened that worried me. I still remember the music class in Grade One. I was a little hungry and complained softly. The classmate next to me heard this and asked me with concern, "Are you hungry?" I nodded. My classmate raised his little hand and said to the teacher, "She is hungry." "Go to the class teacher." The teacher looked at me and said, "I'll take her." She may not know her. " A good friend took the initiative to help carefully and found the teacher's office after getting the teacher's consent. The head teacher is burying his head in preparing the lesson plan, and after knowing the situation, let me sit in the chair next to him. My heart is also sweet. Teachers will severely criticize students who do wrong things, but they are more concerned about students' health. It is the mutual help of classmates and the guidance and care of teachers that make my primary school stage smooth, happy and successful. Thank all the teachers for laying a solid foundation for my growth. There are 38 students in my class. In physical education class, I practice basketball seriously. My friends and I play "frozen mice". In Chinese class, the class plays "frozen mice" collectively. We bury ourselves in our studies, recite texts at the same table, discuss problems in groups, and form a study group at noon. Class cadres volunteered to help students with learning difficulties. These wonderful scenes reappeared in my mind. The sound of frolicking, the spirit of reading aloud, helping each other and catching up with each other will remain on the crimson teaching building forever. Huishi primary school has taught me a lot of knowledge, skills and many excellent qualities in these five years. It has given me a strong body and made me know many friends. In the past five years, Huishi Primary School has taught us many skills, and all students will leave their alma mater with a brand-new look. We can use related words, do equations, master the past tense and do sit-ups ... When the students lined up to leave school in high spirits and said "goodbye" to the teacher with gratitude, the teacher has brought us a rich and fulfilling day. I will say goodbye to my alma mater in a few days. I have to thank my alma mater for helping me in all aspects of my growth, which made me completely different from when I first entered primary school. Goodbye, alma mater! I will repay you with excellent results!

Say goodbye to what? 600 words to bid farewell to the past. Behind me on the left is you, and in front of you on the right is me now.

I met you at the right time, but we were wrong.

I don't know when it started. I like the fireworks flashing when cigarette butts hit the wall-gorgeous.

When I miss you, I can always see you laughing happily in the beautiful fireworks.

Maybe I have given my love for you to the beautiful fireworks, but I never know it myself.

I don't know when I learned to disguise.

The heart is bottomless, hiding an unprecedented emptiness.

Looking ahead blankly on this road, the stars are even farther than ever.

I can't stand this torture. It's so dark that I can't breathe.

I don't know when I can stop caring about my future, and I have never been proud.

Naively think that the world with you is heaven.

Looking back at reality, my fierceness is fragile.

I swore that my dream would not break and my heart would not die.

After all, the dream is broken, and it is so broken, so desolate.

Counting the traces that passed by, I was sad to find that yesterday was blurred and unrecognizable.

Beethoven can't play out my sadness.

I don't know when I started, but I also learned to comfort myself.

The world without you is my own world, and I will continue to live.

So I know how to be strong and how to make myself happy.

Suddenly found that it is better to be yourself.

I don't want to change anything for anyone. Maybe you have met me now.

But now I have met you.

Meet the wrong person at the right time-look at the biting cold outside cruelly, and sadness freezes on your face for an instant.

I forgot to drop a tear.

It didn't snow this winter, so I decided to bid farewell to the past.

See you in eighth grade. The ship of fate carried me forward in the long river of time. Behind him, the mainland of grade two is drifting away, and the island of grade three is getting closer and closer ahead.

I want to go back, but the turbulent current makes me have to follow it.

Looking back, there was a vague figure waving goodbye to me on the dock of the second grade, so I said to myself: goodbye, I am in the second grade! Goodbye, I'm the one who sat leisurely on the sofa reading American literature before and after tea in the second day of junior high school.

"Senior three is very nervous, so I have to devote all my energy to my study. Of course, getting high marks is also one of our ultimate goals. So, you should hurry up and study hard. Books that are not needed after grade three can be kept in the summer vacation. Ok, now pick up the textbook and start class ... "The first sentence of the Chinese teacher before class made me feel that I no longer exist in Grade Two. Once, a beautiful article accompanied me through my leisure time, but now I can only hold XXX's reading guidance, complete the interpretation of XXX's classical Chinese ... and study hard to get more points for the senior high school entrance examination.

In order to score points, we work day and night. Our past idea of increasing knowledge through study is no longer tenable. We have all become scoring machines, with only red numbers in our eyes.

Goodbye, I'm a second-year student who dares to think about everything.

Once great but unrealistic ideas, there is nowhere to hide in the entrance examination, and they are ruthlessly erased.

"Be practical, just like doing mathematical proof. You can't score without theoretical steps, so you must have a basis for everything and you can't take it for granted.

"That's what the math teacher told us, but in the third grade, we explained this sentence incisively and vividly. We fantasized about getting high marks in the senior high school entrance examination and getting into key high schools smoothly, but we didn't work hard. This assumption is untenable and there is no actual action. Fantasy is just fantasy.

Goodbye, I am in the second day of junior high school, and I am excited to catch tadpoles in the pond with a net.

The carefree tadpoles in the pond will still fall into the net, but my net will not catch tadpoles again.

The internet has been covered with dust, but I won't come back to clean it.

One English word after another is like one tadpole after another. I must follow closely, and I can't let any one go.

Goodbye, I'm in Grade Two, and I'm in Grade Three. I became very real, no longer reading meaningless books, no longer daydreaming, no longer playing childish games. I don't know if this is growth or sadness.

Goodbye, I'm in Grade Two. The tide of time will push me farther and farther, but I still can't get out of that circle …

Goodbye 20 17 Hello 20 18 Writing 600 words 20 17 has become history, and now it is the era of 20 18! Standing in the last few days of 20 18, how deeply I feel and think! Looking back and rejoicing; Looking to the future; Full of pride.

20 18, whether it is simple or complex, whether it is brilliant or lost, whether it is opportunity or challenge, the past has passed, and what we really have to face is the future.

At the beginning of the new year, Vientiane is updated and there are many things to face; There are many people to face, who have experienced ups and downs and are still full of confidence in their lives. The days are always passing by. As long as they work hard, there is hope ... The past is the past, the future is the future.

There is no need to pay for unnecessary things; I don't need to pay unnecessary persistence for some people to meet 20 18, with unknown and expectation … I like to divide the time according to discontinuity and realize it as planned. Although I planned to travel there at the beginning of 20 18, I didn't go, but I went to many unplanned places to play. Nevertheless, I have lived a full life and gained something.

20 18 I also made many new friends, and many new friends gradually became old friends on 20 18. I also read the responsibility from my friend's persistence and expectation, felt the warmth in consideration, and gained rare pleasure and joy …

The thought of leaving the beautiful campus tomorrow and the teachers and classmates who get along with each other day and night makes me feel a deep attachment.

I still clearly remember that six years ago, we snuggled up to our parents and walked into the campus with longing for the school and admiration for the teachers.

The grassy playground, the classroom with bright windows, the innocent classmates, the amiable teachers, and the textbooks with ink fragrance are all so attractive.

Six years of study and life is like a colorful picture! Every morning, we step into the school gate facing the morning sun, and our laughter suddenly ripples on the campus that has been silent all night.

Morning exercises began, and we lined up to enter the playground.

That neat action and vigorous posture are really a bit of a soldier's spirit! The bell rang and we quickly entered the classroom.

In class, we listen attentively, read emotionally and discuss enthusiastically, just like a seedling sucking a bubbling spring.

Writing at noon 15 minutes is our "compulsory course" every day.

In the elegant and relaxed music, we painted red stickers one by one. From those square characters, we felt the profoundness of China culture.

The extracurricular interest group activities twice a week are particularly popular with us.

At this time, we rushed to our favorite places, some studied computers, some rehearsed chorus, some went out to sketch, some made specimens ... Six years later, we thrived here.

We learned a lot of knowledge and skills, learned how to be a man, and felt the joy and happiness of childhood.

Alma mater, alma mater, these are the spiritual wealth you gave us, how can we forget! Dear teacher, looking back on the course of 6 years, each of our achievements embodies your hard work and sweat; Every progress we have made is inseparable from your help and guidance.

It is you who meticulously teach us all kinds of knowledge in class; It's you, join our "Young Eagle Holiday Team" activity; It is you. In order to guide our scientific and technological team to make small inventions, you use Sunday to go to the library to look up information ... you work day and night and your forehead is covered with wrinkles. Chalk ash dyed your hair white.

However, nothing can change your love and infatuation with education; Nothing can change your forever young and creative heart.

Teacher, teacher, you set an example for us with your words and deeds.

In our hearts, you are an angel, a tree and an ocean.

At this parting moment, dear teacher, we want to send you a song, so that you can listen to our voices when you are resting; We will put a poem like fire under your pillow, so that you can feel our fiery heartbeat in your sleep.

Strolling in the beautiful campus, the saplings we planted by ourselves have now grown into small trees.

Dear students, at this parting moment, let's fertilize and water the young trees again! When these small trees grow into towering trees and we become the pillars of the motherland, we will come to our alma mater again to visit our teachers and say, "Teacher, we have not failed your hopes!" " "

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