I'm really afraid of writing.

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Chapter 1: I'm really afraid of writing. I can't forget that night. Even in retrospect, my heart is still trembling slightly.

It was a winter night, the moonlight was hazy, dark clouds covered the sky, and the biting cold wind blew, which made people feel chilly. I'm walking alone on the frozen road. I just said goodbye to my classmates, and I was very happy, but I was not happy.

I feel more and more wrong. The cold wind roared. For no reason, the impermanence of dog barking turned into a horrible growl in my eyes. I stopped at once and looked around. The two lights on the hillside in the distance turned into the eyes of the legendary devil in my eyes, staring straight at me, making my hair stand on end. Strong fear constantly stimulated me, forcing me to rush forward regardless.

The night was still so quiet, and I finally gradually recovered my calm. After careful exploration, I finally let go of the mentality of "being afraid of tigers before and wolves after". When I got to the door, I couldn't hold back my ecstasy any longer and ran quickly to the door. Perhaps it was because of the dim moonlight that I was so excited that I didn't find a pair of eyes staring at me straight in the messy grass, and then turned into a black shadow and ran straight towards me. When I found it, it was already in front of me. I have been particularly afraid of dogs since I was a child. Even a few months old puppy bares its teeth in front of me, I will hide behind my mother in fear. What's more, this is a tall and powerful wild dog. In an instant, I collapsed to the ground and the dog slowly approached me. Although it was dark, the sharp fangs of the dog were clearly visible, and the dark and deep eyes were full of suspicion and violence. My body trembled. I wanted to run away and shouted for help, only to find that I had no confidence. I am so weak that my voice is so low that I can't even hear myself. The dog is getting closer and closer to me. I seem to smell the blood in its big mouth, and I can't even feel myself sobbing. I am desperate, I am afraid, it is a kind of fear from the depths of my soul, which instantly destroyed all my psychological defenses. When I woke up, the dog was gone and I was still weak. Everything is like a dream, but it is extremely profound. The dog footprints on my clothes proved the fact. I didn't dare to stay any longer and went home in frustration.

This incident is deeply imprinted on my mind, and I have never forgotten that tall and powerful wild dog and the feeling of desperate to get out of my body.

Article 2: I'm really afraid of writing. What I like is that I got the second place in a grade group in the Chinese midterm exam, but my parents are so happy. I have a parent-teacher conference, and the teacher will definitely praise me. I'm so happy when I think about it. Sadly, I only got 98 points in the math midterm exam, but I didn't get the expansion question because of carelessness. Well, I really regret being so careless. Why did you do so badly in this exam! You know, if all my previous exams were extra points, I would definitely get more than 100 or even full marks. The math teacher also said that all the math scores of the class should be printed on a piece of paper so that every parent can judge and measure their children's academic performance. Alas, I am an open team member, why can't I be distracted in the exam? In the past, whether parents came to school to attend parent-teacher conferences, they were always happy and satisfied. But this time, I'm really a little scared!

After receiving the notice that the school will hold a parent-teacher conference, I also thought that I must study hard, do my homework carefully, take exams carefully, do every topic carefully, be a good daughter who can reassure my parents, be a good student who can make my teachers proud, and be a good teenager who is praised by everyone!

Chapter 3: I'm really afraid of writing. When I was in the sixth grade, I went to my aunt Ye Qiu's house in Hefei to play during the national holiday. On the first day, I vomited for a long time as soon as I got off the bus because of motion sickness. After vomiting, my head was dizzy, so on the first day, I slept for a long time. On the first day, I didn't play games much.

The next day, aunt took me to the playground. After she took me to the playground in the morning, she took me to meet me in the shopping mall where she worked. I have made many friends, one of whom is Li Xing, which really makes me happy. This is not a bad name, but a boy's name is Li Xing. It's funny to think about it now. We had a good time until it was dark and I suddenly disappeared. Li Xing, they didn't find me, but I ran too far and got lost. I was scared, because it was almost seven o'clock, and I can't remember the exact time. I was very scared. Suddenly thought of my sister's house, I walked to her house with a lucky heart. Why do you say I am lucky? I was afraid of me because I didn't know which building my sister lived in, so I looked for it. I am so happy to hear my aunt's voice. I cried at that time, but I felt funny after crying, because I came back by mistake. My aunt heard crying at the door and opened the door to look. When I opened the door, she was so happy to see me back. My aunt asked me where I had been. When I finished, menstruation comforted me and said, Don't cry, aren't you back? After this incident, I dare not go far anymore.

This time my aunt said, why don't I find a property! I was confused. Yeah, why didn't I go to the property? I thought about it, maybe I was too impatient.

Chapter four: I'm afraid that the long river of composition life will cross the fields of years and make the unique scenery on both sides of the strait. I was afraid, moved and delighted ... What impressed me the most was an experience of being afraid of injections.

I remember that day, it was cloudy, like it was going to rain. This bad weather is just like my bad mood. I stood at the door of the infusion room, waiting for the injection. I really hope that time can pass slowly, but I can watch the children go in one by one, and the doctor in white coat skillfully picks up the syringe and sticks it into the blood vessels of the children; Hear a heartbreaking cry; Seeing the shrinking of the team ... my heart is full of fear. Doctors must be gentle when giving injections! My heart is sweating, my hands and feet are shaking, and my heart is hanging in my throat. "Bang, bang," the white coat covered me like a sticky net, and I couldn't break free. This net is full of ridicule, fear, fear and endless darkness ... but when I want to break free, the doctor has blocked me with a syringe. My eyes dare not look directly at the doctor. When the huge syringe tried to poke me, I said loudly, "I have to go to the toilet." After that, I ignored everything and flew into the toilet. I breathed a sigh of relief and finally escaped. But on second thought, I can't hide from the first day but the fifteenth. Take courage and face it calmly! But as soon as I got out of the toilet, my heart beat faster and my hands and feet didn't work. I really hope this road can be longer, but no matter how long it is, there will be an end. At this time, it was quiet all around. Is this the calm before the storm? I rolled up my sleeves and went into the infusion room in fear. "Boom" followed by "raindrops", like pearls with broken lines, poured down without shelter. I closed my eyes and waited for the storm. There was another "thunder" and I got a needle. I looked at the sesame seed mark on my arm and laughed at myself, "Oh, it's this little needle that stung me."

In fact, the injection is not terrible, what is really terrible is the inner fear.