The composition of grade ~ ~ ~ XX is about 600 when knocking at the door ~ ~ Thank you ~ ~

Broken sunshine sprinkled on my hot heart, and I sat there slightly fidgety.

My eyes were fixed on my deskmate, and she danced the pen tip quickly, as if wandering in a deep path and dancing happily. Therefore, I envy her that she can be comfortably controlled by inspiration. At this moment, inspiration probably penetrated her heart. I closed my eyes tightly and bit my lip tightly, just like a child who was urged to sleep by his parents, waiting for the arrival of the sleeping god alone. Time began to spin rapidly. I opened my eyes in panic and saw that my deskmate had written more than half of it. I'm really afraid that the teacher will suddenly call us and ask if anyone hasn't written yet ... I hold back my anxious tears and clench my fist: Why can't the beauty of that moment belong to me?

I am getting more and more impatient: there seem to be brown and mottled leaves in front of me, and there seems to be a layer of mist piled up like a veil. I tried to uncover it, but it piled up. This situation is suffocating.

I began to look for it, and then, this feeling of being tempted gradually strengthened and flowed in my heart to form a sharp vortex. When the moving tide rolled up, I suddenly couldn't control myself. It seems that there is an invisible stirring rod, which stirs up all the sundries in my heart.

My body trembled slightly-the guest I was expecting finally knocked at the door.

I happily invited inspiration to the main control position of my brain, and it began to act calmly. My heart is full of Yao Man's orbit, and I look at the inspiration, which will be very powerful. My pen tip began to swing rapidly, but I really felt gradually empty. Those memories of mine can't tell me what unforgettable things or feelings I felt, and they can't tell me what taste they have. They are sweet. Sad? Missing? Grievance? The expectation of failure? The lingering sweetness ... deeply attracted these memories to my heart. Somehow, I feel a little broken, just feel what I have paid. ...

After handing in the article, I sat wearily under the tree.

The inspired body is not drained of blood, it becomes a body. I can't help but feel a little scared: thousands of streams gushing from my pen have deepened the gap with me and made the words come alive and out of reach. I can't help bursting into tears.

At the moment, I inadvertently looked at the top of my head. There is a big tree with open arms, as if to greedily embrace the whole blue sky. However, I found that its tall and slender arms are just a decoration-the fine lines on its body spread to the roots, as if telling the baptism left by vicissitudes of life. But its green leaves are full of every living cell, emitting its sweat and fragrance. I picked up a green leaf on the ground-although it fell, it was still full of vitality.

I was a little inexplicably moved, and a wonderful feeling came to my mind.

I looked at the tree carefully while waiting, and suddenly realized that it was just like me. I was lucky enough to wait for inspiration, as if I had the joy of leaves blooming on the branches; I paid all my efforts, like an old tree gushing blood; I am very tired, like the yellow cheeks of an old tree. My pain also makes me happy: the teacher will not be stingy with that little wavy line; You don't just nod your head to condense a small compliment. I and the tree are physically and mentally exhausted for this little comfort! I stood in front of the tree with a sigh of relief and boasted that I was a little great. I smiled at the tree. It turns out that after inspiration, you still need to pay.

I looked at the tree and walked away without looking back.

When a stranger knocks at the door

On Sunday morning, shortly after my parents went out to buy food, I took a collection of novels, lying on the sofa and watching them comfortably, enjoying the rare "silence" in my ear.

"Ding-ding-"Suddenly there was a quick doorbell ringing in my ear. I quickly sat up and went to the door to open it. I thought: How did Mom and Dad come back so soon? Is there a stranger knocking at the door?

Thought of here, I put my hand on the doorknob and stopped. Because this little boy can understand that he is alone at home and doesn't open the door for others casually, I still gave up the idea of being the master alone and prepared to cross-examine the knocker.

"Who ... who?" A little inexperienced, I asked in a trembling voice, looking out through the cat's eye. God, there are three or four beards standing in front of the door, and one of them is carrying a toolbox!

"Property, install a new intelligent access control system." A man outside the door replied succinctly.

"I see." But just as I was about to open the door, I thought of a strange thing: my father and I have been to the repair department of the property, but I have never seen such a person grow up; Besides, the property department should put up a notice in the elevator in advance and let the owners sign from door to door to replace the access control system of the whole community. How can it be suddenly installed?

I leaned in front of the door, my head was soaked with sweat, and my mind was thinking about the "plan to retreat from the enemy" quickly, but my eyes never left the cat's eye. When outsiders saw nothing to say, they whispered to each other. Someone said, "hey, son, stay at home alone." It's okay. We have a real estate license. Besides, there are so many of us to ensure your safety! "

Real estate license? I wry smile, if I open the door to see your real estate license, I'm afraid it's too late!

Just as I was thinking hard, my eyes suddenly lit up: my mother's mobile phone has information about property management personnel!

"Wait a minute." I took my mother's mobile phone and looked through the address book.

"Maintenance Department is in charge of Master Hao 136 * * * * * *" I read it for a long time, and it seems to be a shoo-in. I asked the door, "Who is in charge of your maintenance department?"

There was a moment of silence outside the door, and someone quickly replied: "Wang, Wang ... talented!" " "

Okay, okay, even if you're talented. I continued to look through the address book.

"What about the finance department?"

"Er, Li ... Guang ..." The man seemed to think the name was inappropriate. "Li Guangtou!" The other man scrambled to answer.

"Ha ha ha ha ....." I squatted in the corner of the door and couldn't help laughing softly. I just fell to the ground laughing. "Financial someone called Ricoh head, ha ha ha ha ..."

After laughing, I said, "Sorry, you are in the wrong neighborhood." With that, he proudly locked the two locks on the door with his key until someone left swearing.

I am lying on the sofa again, but I have lost interest in reading. It was really thrilling this time, wasn't it? If I had just opened the door for them, I'm afraid this home is a mess now.

When a stranger knocks at the door, don't ask, don't open the door without thinking, and don't confront the bad guys. You should "retreat from the enemy" with rational thinking.

Ten minutes later, mom and dad finally opened the door and came back. Dad put down the food and habitually asked, "Son, is there someone knocking at the door?"

"No, I didn't." I replied slyly, feeling smug for teaching me a lesson in this important life.

When jealousy knocks at the door

Quietly silent, unconsciously knocking on my heart in envy and jealousy. ...

She seems to be born a dazzling star in the public, and there are many people playing with her everywhere! I envy her! She is so dazzling, but I am too humble to be ignored! But when I envy her, I am jealous of her! I am not reconciled. The same girl, why is she so dazzling, but I am like an ugly duckling; Why is she exaggerated by others, but I am gossiped by others? Why am I not as good as a mother? Knowing that I can't compare with her, I have to comfort myself that I am not worse than her. ...

In her shadow, I grew up step by step. I'm beginning to know that I'm more and more jealous of her. I want everyone to know that I exist. I am not an ugly duckling. She is a white swan, and I am also a white swan!

When she is still sleeping in, I will get up earlier than her and do everything: make breakfast early and do everything for them! In this way, just to let them know that I exist, I can be better than her, and I will do what she didn't do! While she was still having breakfast, I went to school to study hard, working ten times harder than her and getting twice the result with half the effort. So, just to let them know that I will be better than her, better than her! While she was still watching TV and playing computer, I studied silently in the yard. I want them to know that I am not bad, and I will be better than her! I pay so slowly, just to let them prove that I am great, I am excellent! I can also change from an ugly duckling to a white swan. ...

She cried for a long time because she couldn't get into the ideal high school. She just said to me, "Are you jealous of me? Now I can't pass the exam, and you don't have to be jealous of me anymore! You are jealous of me, you might as well be yourself. I know you have done a lot to make others recognize you and surpass me! Don't do this again! You don't need others' recognition, just recognize yourself! Fool, you know, what I do as a sister is to do everything well and set a good example for you. Your jealousy makes you strong, makes you outstanding, and helps you gradually! Sister is proud to have a sister like you! ! "

Now I'm not jealous of her anymore! It is because of her that I envy her and I envy her; It is because of jealousy that I will gradually become strong, excellent and have an unyielding heart! In the future, I will turn jealousy into my motivation. ...

Envy has quietly left my heart!