Close? Keys? Words: circled high school and high school 1200 words.
Word count: 1200 word composition
This article is suitable for: senior one and senior three.
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This composition is about 1200 words in Grade Three. The topic is "circle". Welcome to contribute enthusiastically. There is a little brother living upstairs in my hometown, who is three months older than me. His name is Xiao Lin.
As long as I can remember, I have been with Brother Kobayashi almost every day. Brother Kobayashi was very thin, and I was as fat as a Dutch pig at that time. One day, when we were picking up stones downstairs, Brother Kobayashi suddenly drew a circle on the ground with the red brick that could write. "Yang Yang, this is you, a big circle." Then I cried, and I didn't smile through tears until Xiaolin's mother came and hit him a few times. Brother Xiaolin whispered to me after his mother left: "You are still a big circle." After that, I quickly covered my mouth for fear that I would feel uncomfortable again. But I laughed. Brother Kobayashi and I laughed together.
Later, I went to primary school, because he and I were the only two peers on the way to school, so I ran upstairs early every day to knock on brother Kobayashi's door, and then we went to school together. Although we are no longer in the same class, we meet tacitly every day after school, and then tacitly say, "How do we meet again?" The way home is always short. Brother Kobayashi is humorous and time always flies.
On September 1 my birthday, Brother Kobayashi gave me a ring blown with a thin balloon and put it around my neck. It also says, "Yang Yang, you are a ring. I wish you will always be a lovely fat man. " I was angry and funny. I asked him how he remembered such a small thing. He looked indifferent and said that he remembered one thing. Everyone passed with a smile.
The primary school flew away like a tornado with Xiao Lin's company for several years. After junior high school, my family moved to a building next to the old one. Although it is very close, because everyone has grown up, subtle changes have taken place in their hearts. He and I also went to school together, walked together when we met, greeted each other to the extreme, and then smiled when we met. Later, every time I met him, he was always surrounded by a group of boys and girls, so that I smiled at him, but he sent a signal of "Sorry, the system is busy, please try again later", leaving me with only a back.
And that poor balloon, because it hasn't been smoked for a long time, has less and less CO2. Hehe, it's finally even. Sometimes I wonder, is our friendship like a balloon, disappearing without companionship and laughter? After the third grade, I seldom met Brother Kobayashi. Yes, I live in a school, a department or a community, but sometimes he walks by me and I hardly recognize him. I happened to go home with him the other day. He walked forward and I followed, so I had butterflies in my stomach. Should I call him? What shall we call him? Brother Xiaolin? Is it too naive? Is it too disgusting? Finally, I chose to cough.
Brother Xiao Lin turned to look at me. Before I could say "hi" from my throat, he had turned away. I reacted, oh, he didn't recognize me. I lost a lot in my heart
When he walked into the gate of the community, he suddenly turned to look at me. I looked up, his eyes showed my familiarity and strangeness. "Oh, by the way, you and I are a community. I said how familiar. " He spoke. I gave a wry smile. "Yes, your surname is Lin, isn't it, Brother Kobayashi?" A very sour feeling came to my nose.
"Yes, oh, oh, circle, no, that thing ..." "Well, by the way, I am the child next door who looks like a circle. Bye. " I held back my tears and walked quickly to the front, but I couldn't help looking back. Brother Kobayashi is puzzled by "I don't know you". When I opened the iron gate, tears suddenly fell, crashing, string by string.
At home, I took out the balloon in the distance from the bookcase, the balloon that vented my anger with the disappearance of my relationship with Brother Kobayashi. The small print on it is still faintly visible: "Yang Yang, you are a circle. I wish you a lovely fat man forever." I suddenly saw a blur and tears, and then I flew around.
I put the balloon back in the bookcase. The circle of the past has already grown up and become the snow in the face of others. Let bygones be bygones. Don't let me go. Everything disappears with the passage of time, don't remind me again. Postscript: Later, I finally learned to cherish friendship. Unfortunately, you have already gone away and disappeared into the sea of people. Later, I finally understood in tears that some friendships will stop once they are missed. ...