年级：初中一年级作文 字数：521 作者： 时间：2025-03-05
Looking back, I left my wet dream behind yesterday;The butterfly, and just like that.I, quietly looking at lonely cloud from the sky.What, can replace the happiness of yesterday?!
Like to listen to Chinese flowering crabapple in early spring buds appear sound, like in the summer night sleep soundly after the laurel of moths, like in autumn dusk smell the familiar memory, also like to listen to the snow falling in winter soup.My happiness is very simple, not great.But she was so weak, I fear, a gust of wind will scrape away her attachment in foundation tentacles, be afraid of, a drop of tear will strike she just came new universe.
The idea is very simple as a child, happiness is to have a lot of money, bigger house, but also the car...
A few bigger, found that it was.The adults said good good study, and how long?Then, in the lonely dialogue with leaves and found the bird perched on the branches, is the only one that this winter would not fall leaves, just understand, the time is always in the sunshine through his packmates quietly slip away, just understand, I have lost the good yesterday.
I am glad, I was still in the aftertaste...
The adults always will be the future plans in order, but never thought of, what I lost yesterday.Their total budget on the wins and losses that tomorrow never regret yesterday recorded history in the heart.
I lost, I forgot to too much, a lot of only fragments of the memory.Perhaps the only memorized a figure, a bit of DanXia moment scent...
Hazy, I laughed, and cried, owned, seems to be lost again...
