In the past days, I walked farther and farther, my vision was blurred, and I couldn't see any starlight. In the past days, I got deeper and deeper, isolated and unable to find my way.
Well, in that case, let's say goodbye to the past, turn around, start moving away and try to forget. Facing the future, the future is a beautiful look, where there is an empty distance flashing. The hand of the future gently took me away and set foot on the time elsewhere. I picked up the courage I didn't need for a long time and learned to start over.
Even if I walk slowly, I won't look back. I will try to climb out of the past Zeguo, remove all the stumbling blocks and bask in the sunshine every day.
I can't forget the past days, but I moved back to the past in one sentence. The past days are unforgettable, and I am melancholy outside my dream. I can't think about the past days, and the more I think about it, the more confused I am. But when I look at myself in the mirror, I have lost my former appearance. It turns out that I have already bid farewell to the past, and the past has long since left me.
Let's go, let's go. I'll drive there. Don't come back to see me again. If you still want to give up, please don't say.
2. Write a short essay of not less than 600 words on the topic "Farewell to Better Life".
A philosopher once said that memory is bitter because it has too many things to forget; Memory is sweet, because it has too many things to forget. -inscription
I can't say the sadness of parting, only affection.
That summer, we struggled together, and rows of petite figures in the classroom stung my nerves. After today, we will be separated, holding a gray classmate record. Hold your right hand tightly. Actually, it's nothing. I just want to seize the beauty that has passed away. A walked slowly towards me, with ripples in his eyes. A few tears rolled down her smooth face from time to time. She hugged me, which made me a little breathless, but I knew it was the only way for her to say goodbye to me.
Memories of the past flew by, tears streaming down my face.
B platoon and I sat on the green grass, and the grass danced happily because of the invitation of the wind. But B and I are not happy. My heart trembled slightly. B said, "Remember when we first started school? We both have a pair of eyes! I didn't think we would become good friends. Ah ... unexpected-"B long sigh. My thoughts drifted back to the past. Thinking about it, I shed tears and let the master of ceremonies brush my face. B said to me in tears, "You must remember me." I smiled: Fool, how could I forget you?
A pulse of cold plum fragrance is allowed. Please don't forget me.
Walking on the road with C, I don't know how many times I walked with her. I used to feel that this road was so long every time I walked. But this time, I think it is too short, and the end of the road seems to have appeared in front of my eyes. I walked silently with her, and a thousand words were erased by this silence, leaving only two beating hearts that knew each other. Keep walking, keep walking. ...
The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, which makes our cells jump and look far away: "flower shop?" ! "We all said. He walked there. There are countless flowers in it, and I don't know what to give C. I remember she told me before that she likes lilies, ok! Just buy her some lily seeds! I'm looking for it quietly, moving this pace slowly, and I don't want to find it so soon. I really hope that time will stay here and not run away. A pair of feet appeared in front of my eyes, and when I looked up, it was C. Ah ... so we both thought so.
Holding the bag and handing it to C: "Take it! This is my graduation gift to you! Don't forget me! " C reached for it and handed me another bag: "Nuo, this is a daffodil seed for you." I remember you saying that you like daffodils. " Oh, I smiled foolishly. I didn't expect her to remember. At the intersection, even if there are thousands of disappointments in your heart, you should part. So we turned around, she turned left and I turned right. Everyone agreed that no one would look back. I'm afraid I can't bear to look back. ...
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Walking on the campus path, picking up colorful and charming fallen flowers on the ground will string together the prosperity of a summer, and the memories they left me will be pieced together bit by bit to piece together the beauty of my life. ...
3. Narrative composition with the theme of "Farewell" 1: Farewell to summer summer, sunshine, ice cream and flowered skirts. I think this is the faithful love of every girl.
I, a happy girl who just entered middle school, recalled the last summer of my childhood and wore a beautiful skirt; Eating cold and sweet ice cream, I dreamed of a middle school full of magical colors: handsome boys playing basketball on the playground, and students in the classroom talking and laughing after class. Everything is so harmonious and beautiful.
Middle school means growing up, which means that I am no longer a carefree little girl, which means that I have entered a crossroads in my life. Crossroads are very important to me. Of course, I have also walked very hard. This is really one step at a time. Every step records the countless sweat and hardships I have paid, but we have successfully reached the crossroads I yearn for. I was lucky to be admitted to a provincial middle school, which also pleased my parents.
It was National Day and it was raining all the time, so the family travel plan had to be cancelled. My father, mother and I went to my grandmother's house for a holiday. Fortunately, my grandmother's family is accompanied by two little sisters, so I won't stare at the crying sky alone. After lunch, I really can't stay at home. I took a red umbrella and walked out of the house. My two little sisters followed me closely and took a few steps on the wet path. They suddenly ran home. Just as I was wondering, two little guys ran away with pots: "Sister, let's go and fetch water for grandma's house!" " They said happily.
"What's with the water?" "You can save water for grandma's family!" . Looking at two innocent smiling faces, I smiled at two little fools and couldn't help thinking of me when I was a child. Is it childish? Now that I am a middle school student, I won't lose my temper with my parents for a trifle. I know how to cook good food for my elders at the dinner table and take care of my little sister. Go to a classmate's house to play after school, first call home and report to your parents that you are safe; Knowing how selfless my parents gave me, I worked harder to repay ... A cold wind blew and I couldn't help shivering.
Ah! Autumn has come, bid farewell to summer, and I have grown up! Composition 2: "Farewell to First Love" I don't know how stupid I am. I know my heart is broken and I want to cry. He just doesn't go on blind dates. All people want is a beautiful girlfriend, but I flatter myself. He has his own business. I expected something, but I was disappointed. I will only whisper: you want to be happy. What else can I do?
I know I'm a fool, too. The heart will hurt, or it may be faking it.
I didn't insist that he didn't want it. I didn't insist that much. I didn't let him have a crush on me. I just cried quietly. Maybe I don't know love. I am not gentle and considerate. Not a beautiful girlfriend, thank you for being stupid, so don't expect to be so stupid.
I will still think of him, but what I care about is my own failure or that he never thought of me. I am really jealous. I envy the people you care about. Why do you say that? I'm really sad … what's sad is that I can't accept others anymore.
I'm sad that none of them accepted me. I'm sorry. I'm friends with everyone.
But never a lover. That's stupid.
Drive yourself to the wall. Shut off your feelings.
So let's say goodbye to that feeling! Actually, I'm afraid of getting hurt. I'm afraid someone will break in and go out, leaving me alone, or waiting for someone to break in. It always takes a long time to wait for someone to love me, because I won't let people break in easily.
"The person I am waiting for has never lived in the future, just as the person I am waiting for has never appeared." I'm the only one left.
Not pessimistic, just absolute, just too clear. Say it over and over again: love yourself and take care of yourself.
It can only be repeated over and over again, like a repeater, and it is also a voice without feelings, which is played back over and over again. Fool or fool.
Because the fool left, leaving a pile of legacy, leaving the fool crying and laughing alone. I keep saying in my heart: never see … never see … never see.
It's a pity that the people who said it didn't listen, and the people who left didn't hear it and couldn't forget it! It's just that a friend really thinks composition 3: Farewell. I don't know when winter started, but I fell in love with winter, a kind of inexplicable love. How peaceful it is to watch all creatures sleep in motivation! If there is such a season, I wish I could "freeze".
I finally got it, that is, the last year of junior high school, this winter of this year, a winter with special significance ... a special farewell ceremony ... freezing before expiration ... In the cold wind, I sat in the classroom with closed doors and windows, feeling the temperature of these 44 people, and after writing the last word on the test paper, the world stayed in my fingers instantly ... It was the coldest three days in Shenzhen, as if everything had stopped.
The cold wind in winter locked the bleak autumn and bid farewell to the fallen leaves. With this moment, I also locked something and said goodbye to something.
I remember a cold autumn night not long ago. My eyes are dull, disappointed and helpless. Because of misunderstanding, entanglement, disbelief and stingy trust ... the deadlock between my classmates is getting worse and worse, and I am involved in an extremely ridiculous storm.
After the storm, it left debris that needed time to clean up, and rumors spread all over the city. Now, I don't need time to say goodbye to these disputes, just because God gave me a winter.
Sleeping ... farewell ... and freezing ... took me to a paradise without petty trust, disputes, ugliness and gossip, although it was only a short stay. This winter is like a ladder, leading me across the limit, taking me away from the sadness of the past and going higher and further.
I want to hold a farewell ceremony for my past before climbing the ladder. In the past: I left, not to leave you, but to leave you here and in the past, because I have to move forward and can't keep you, and I will come back to see you.
Goodbye! Dong: Thank you! Thank you for taking me to bid farewell to my past disappointments and move towards a new beginning. The cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter is everyone's memory. After the bleak autumn wind, it is the cold of winter, and everything sleeps. When the birds come in spring, it is a new beginning, and everything will eventually dissolve and become a spring breeze.
Write an essay "Farewell" to bid farewell to childhood. When I took off the bright red scarf for the last time and put on the glittering group emblem, a voice in my heart said to me: You bid farewell to childhood. Once upon a time, I began to look at my childhood with memories. So I found myself standing on the watershed between childhood and youth. Looking back, I see that the clean stream of my childhood is gradually leaving me. Ahead, the mature river of youth keeps waving to me. The wind blew up the calendar, and the bright red June 1st winked at me, but it no longer belonged to me. On this day, I officially quit the Young Pioneers and took off the red scarf that accompanied me for eight years. Finally crossed the watershed, walked to the new river and bid farewell to childhood. I carefully folded the red scarf and put it in the drawer. That carefree and beautiful childhood. Go back in time. I saw that I was a young pioneer, and I put on a bright red scarf for myself with excitement and awkwardness. I saw that I solemnly raised my fist and swore an oath under the national flag. I saw that I proudly said to my little friend, "I am also a young pioneer!" " ..... and then the memory spread like a flood, drowning everything in childhood. My friends and I are chasing wildly on the playground; Jump rubber bands under the big banyan tree in school; Argue with your deskmate about a math problem; Because of the teacher's praise, I was happy for a long time ... I suddenly found sadly that I really only have childhood memories. Did I just bid farewell to the most innocent and happy time in my life? The oath of the regiment, like the warmest spring breeze, blew away the sadness and sadness in my heart. The same bright red flag, the same shining badge, the same clenched fist, the same firm oath, exactly the same as the admission ceremony when I was a child. It's just that our faces are a little more calm and a little less childish. After naughty and frank slip away without trace, youthful and energetic smiles spread on everyone's face. Seeing these confident and proud smiles dancing, I suddenly felt relieved. Our childhood is a finished work, which will be treasured in our hearts forever. What we have to do now is to work hard to create a bright future with our youth. After saying the last oath, I smiled. This is also my farewell ceremony with my childhood. How can we not abandon intelligent flow? In this way, we bid farewell to childhood and step by step towards the best years in our lives. Pay tribute to childhood! Pay tribute to youth! Thank you for growing up happily with me.
5. Ask to write a narrative on the topic of "Farewell". About 600 words. Bye. I spent five years on campus in my alma mater, and every bit of it was replayed in my mind. Here, how much laughter has been sprinkled here; Here, how much sweat has been left here; Here, how many teachers' hard words have been written here ... these little things will stay in my mind forever! When I walked to the playground, I couldn't help but stop. The annual "Grand Cup" football match was held here. The fifth anniversary of the school was held here; Here, a "mini-sports meeting" was held ... but every time I saw my classmates running, the scene immediately came to my mind ... It was a "mini-sports meeting" held by the school, and I took part in the relay race. Before the game, I was very nervous, afraid of making mistakes and missing the team's performance. Later, the players encouraged each other, and my mood calmed down a little. The game has started! My heart just calmed down hangs in my throat again, and my legs are shaking a little. It's almost time for me to hit a stick, and I'm even more nervous. My leg seems to weigh a thousand pounds, so I can't lift it. At this moment, my ears rang with encouragement and cheers from my classmates and teachers, right! Can't lose! I don't know where a force came from, which made me more confident. Seeing that the baton is coming, I quickly get ready. The baton is coming. Reach out, grab it, grab it! After completing these actions, I ran away, got rid of other opponents, and handed the baton to the players as I wished ... A breeze blew and pulled me back to reality, but the memory just now lingered in my mind, as if it had just happened. My alma mater, you gave me a paradise for games; Alma mater is the ocean of knowledge you gave me; Alma mater, you gave me a clear sky flying freely! Alma mater, you are the cradle of my growth. You made me grow from a babbling child to a knowledgeable teenager. You are the initiator of my knowledge! Alma mater, you have given me a lot, and I want to say to you, "Goodbye, dear alma mater."
6. A 600-word composition with parting as the topic is doomed to leave. A beautiful friendship always leaves in such a hurry, and the six-year friendship leaves with the examination room.
What is nostalgia? Is it happiness, loss or memory? For the change of life, it seems to me an irresistible call. Looking back, we talked and laughed for meeting, and we didn't know about previous lives. In the examination room, I watched everything quietly and finally said goodbye to my classmates. Tears overflowed from her eyes.
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Classmate! I miss you very much. Thought of here, my face lit up and I was in tears. When I opened the drawer and took out graduation photo, I looked at every familiar face. I used to laugh, cry, get together ... after all, it's six years of friendship. If you leave, you will never come back. The students all spoke on Q: "We don't want to be apart, we don't want to go!" " ! Students, I want to stay and play with you. "I was crying all the time. Seeing this news, it's really dumb to eat Rhizoma Coptidis. I can't tell you how bitter it is!
Yi teacher
Teacher! Everything is gone. Teacher, we miss our primary school days, our alma mater, and you ... If generations can go back and let us go back to the days when primary school was just born, I miss you so much that we didn't have time to say thank you. Everyone is in a hurry. It's really hard to look back now.
Yi alma mater
Alma mater! The spring rain is you, the grass is us, the dew of your knowledge moistens our hearts, the sea is you, I am a boat, you guide us with navigation marks, in the ocean of knowledge. Thanks to my alma mater for giving us six years of care and love. Take us to fly in the sky of life and let us know the meaning and value of life.
Nostalgia may be beautiful, nostalgia may be sad, nostalgia may be ...
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7. Writing 600 on the topic of farewell grows in farewell.
I was black and blue all over, with dense thorns behind me and two forks in front.
My innocence, innocence, ignorance and ignorance of the world have all been scratched away. Along the way, although I had flowers in my hand at first, those thorns seemed to tear me to pieces.
I am ignorant, and I am caught in the quicksand quagmire again and again, and I am lost in the foggy swamp again and again, but I don't want to take another road and take another road.
Until I got here, two roads ahead and a thorn bush behind, did I bump all the way just to see such desolation? Want to cry without tears, cold heart. Looking up, the dark sky looks deeper, as if to suppress my breath.
I squatted down, curled up, and my heart was full of sparks.
Am I too ignorant? Am I too immature? Am I too simple? Am I too attached to myself yesterday? Is life going to undergo a painful transformation, bid farewell to yesterday and bid farewell to yourself yesterday?
Thinking about it, tears gradually overflowed my eyes. I closed my eyes and fell asleep wearily.
In my dream, I asked Duke Zhou if I needed to grow up. Duke Zhou nodded gently and wrote me a line: "Silkworms break cocoons into moths, caterpillars pupate into butterflies."
After reading it, I heard a small voice in my ear. I looked back and woke up, only to see a quivering insect pupa on the thorn. A small creature has leaned out half of its body, while the other half is still struggling in the pupa.
My heart began to roll with the waves. I stared at her carefully. The butterfly that is about to pupate into the past seems to know that she can become a beautiful butterfly as long as she gets rid of the pupal shell that bound her in the past.
Soon, he really turned into a beautiful butterfly and flew away.
Who can imagine the ugliness of that beautiful little creature? Only when she knows how to say goodbye to the past and herself will she become a beautiful butterfly.
I suddenly looked up, and there seemed to be a ray of sunshine in the dark sky.
I stood up and had a big decision in my heart. It's time for me to grow up. Only by saying goodbye to the past can life usher in tomorrow. I want to learn to say goodbye, say goodbye to myself yesterday, and grow up in farewell!
My vision suddenly opened up, the sky was so open, and there was not a cloud in the blue sky. Facing the sunshine tomorrow, my mood suddenly relaxed.
I took out a handkerchief to wipe away the remaining tears on my face, climbed up my face with a smile and blew myself a kiss. You are more beautiful than before!
I looked back, saluted the original fork in the road, and saw my shadow still mottled on the dense thorns. I want to say goodbye to it.
Silkworms wave to the cocoon that binds them, becoming free silkworm moths, and caterpillars undergo painful transformation and finally become butterflies. I waved goodbye to myself yesterday and grew up in the farewell.
8. It is required to take farewell as the topic, and the composition of 500-600 words will be enough at the third grade level. This is your choice, and it is also my choice. Don't mind farewell, one day I will ride the long wind, break through the huge waves, raise my muddy sails and cross the deep sea. -The inscription aroused our thoughts on farewell. In the writings of ancient and modern poets, farewell is often a kind of sadness. "Long before I met her, time had passed, and now, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming", which is an embarrassment. "Then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only his hoofprint", what a lost farewell! However, I don't like this reluctant farewell. I prefer the open-minded farewell of "However, China keeps our friendship, and heaven is still our neighbor", because farewell is actually a new beginning of life. When Edison left his caring mother to look for a job everywhere, it meant the beginning of Edison's invention career. When Bill Gates left his hometown Seattle to start Microsoft in other places, this farewell to his hometown meant a new beginning of his career. When Lu Xun gave up medicine and returned to China to start his writing career, this farewell to his mentor, Mr. Fujino, meant another beginning of his life journey. It can be seen that saying goodbye to old things means the beginning of new things, so saying goodbye is not a sad thing. However, not everyone can face farewell with an open mind. Many people forget the new beginning after saying goodbye because they are too sad about it. These people are often too obsessed with the past to face new people and things, let alone a new beginning. Everyone will encounter such things as farewell in his life. People will bid farewell to classmates and friends, parents and relatives. If we take these farewells as a new beginning, we can go better in our later life. Countless great men and celebrities in history have provided us with examples: Helen bid farewell to the deaf and became a blind woman writer and social activist; The Wright brothers bid farewell to the playful bamboo dragonfly, but invented the plane; Hawking bid farewell to the pain of terminal illness and wrote A Brief History of Time. Therefore, as long as you treat farewell with broad mind and tenacious perseverance, success may be beckoning to you. Say goodbye to the past, you will surely usher in a new beginning, and your future will be better.
9. Writing, with the title of "Farewell", takes about 600 words, so why look forward ... Two years ago, I said goodbye to everyone in my class at the primary school graduation ceremony, but today I said the same thing in front of me when I was dusty, and I was young and ignorant. I didn't even leave a sad and bright smile for my children before I left, so I turned to pursue my longing youth. I think if I think about it with my head, I will understand the long life of gorgeous parting. I will understand that my interpretation of life today is so naive; You will know that you are young and frivolous, and you will know that the parking lot and restaurant have been transformed into playgrounds at the end of summer as soon as the second day of junior high school begins. You will suddenly feel that even you can accompany me ... there will be a round pit in the parking lot on rainy days; There will be another worry that the pit rain will soak the shoes, worrying; There will be us pushing bicycles in pairs in groups of three or five, laughing and laughing in colorful figures. New and old bicycles or electric cars will be put in a new position-every day after school, the car seat gets on the bus, and the position of the chair is completely embarrassing. At first, I remember that for a time, physical education class was shabby, and some junior high school students buried themselves in their studies. There is also a youthful and energetic voice when reading. The sunshine is beautiful, and the thin air is as beautiful as the table tennis room that the teacher led us into. There is a lot of dust in the classroom, and the sunshine and air are leisurely rippling. I walked into a classroom full of history. My eyes were consciously attracted by the blackboard on the wall, which had the graffiti mood of junior high school students and some propaganda words. I read while walking, looking at our youthful and beautiful handwriting, my mouth narrowed into a crack by the sun, and my eyes were full of smiles. My eyes gradually fell on the surface of the blackboard, and my smile converged. I stood in the backlight and whispered in a voice that only I could hear: Even the years are ignorant but warm and quiet. Nowadays, the old building is broken at dusk, with dozens of clean eyebrows. Years of hard work, carved torches, and some beautiful words have been hollowed out. An old song is still singing under the ruins, and some memories have collapsed in a corner of my heart. A grand eulogy is chaotic. There is a picture in my mind, vague and elusive. The dust outside the window is still rising. I want to look back, say goodbye and grow up. I am afraid that I will suddenly wake up, helpless and panic. I've never had it for years except memories. The hour hand on the clock seems to have passed, but there is no trace. It is bright and beautiful, and some people in the window laugh at it. It is always an old toy. I want to live in fear of the future. I began to count the long water flowing eastward. I can't sleep at night, listening to the tick of the clock. I cross it every day. I am afraid, helpless and knowledgeable every day. I followed my past and collected some notes from previous calendars. I find that I am bored and happy almost every day. When I was in primary school, I lived a full and happy life every day. I sparkled in the sun. I vowed to be a good friend for life. The setting sun slanted our shadows. I even saw passers-by cast envious eyes. At that time, I was so proud that my joy seemed to overflow. Now I have become a group of people who are in a hurry. My mood is changing, and there is a river of my youth wandering at the gate of primary school. I always dare to walk in openly, because my striking school uniform always reminds me that the upstairs of the primary school teaching building is as quiet as a beautiful and abstract oil painting, and the heavy shadows make me feel cold. I know what I should say to accumulate my mind and face patience. Uncle gatekeeper swallowed it back after all. I want to know that I have learned from it. Who is sitting in the front of the classroom? The former teacher Zhang smiled at us and was gentle with whom. I lost my home and thought about it. I drew a pen with a long history on the calendar with a highlighter. From then on, I was full of flowers, young and frivolous, and the spring breeze was terribly cold. I stood in the wind, carrying my schoolbag and looking at Fan in the distance. Say goodbye to life in a hurry, there are always too many farewells. Yesterday ushered in a great day; Say goodbye today and welcome the sunshine farewell party tomorrow. Our life is sad, but we can get rid of our fate. Farewell also makes us feel the future. I hope we are in the third grade and children again. There's less to say goodbye to. We bid farewell to childhood toys and swings. I still have a few hours to play the slide in my mind. When the impression is vague, I am naive and often play with my friends. Now I have to say goodbye. The innocence of youth ushered in new youth. Without childish toys, we found new fun. Learning will only make our life more successful. We also learn new knowledge, feel our growth and discuss problems with friends. Say goodbye to sadness. When I was a child, my father often went on business trips. He used to cry because he said goodbye. I didn't realize the meaning of farewell until I came back from a business trip. My father always buys me souvenirs. Studying abroad has also increased my knowledge. Farewell is also a bad thing. Farewell means a new future Every autumn, the leaves on the trees fall like flowers. They bid farewell to the tree for a year in a whirl. They buried them underground to provide fertilizer for the growth of big trees in the new year. With a big tree, everything in the world is the same. There will always be something new to replace the old one, which will hurt them. Even if I never see you again, there will be a new and beautiful new beginning. There will always be rebirth and farewell in life. Spend the farewell time happily. We can get a new life from saying goodbye to feelings, growth and growth.
10. Writing 600 on Farewell grows in Farewell
I was black and blue all over, with dense thorns behind me and two forks in front.
My innocence, innocence, ignorance and ignorance of the world have all been scratched away. Along the way, although I had flowers in my hand at first, those thorns seemed to tear me to pieces.
I am ignorant, and I am caught in the quicksand quagmire again and again, and I am lost in the foggy swamp again and again, but I don't want to change the road and take another road.
Until I got here, two roads ahead and a thorn bush behind, did I bump all the way just to see such desolation? Want to cry without tears, cold heart. Looking up, the dark sky looks deeper, as if to suppress my breath.
I squatted down, curled up, and my heart was full of sparks.
Am I too ignorant? Am I too immature? Am I too simple? Am I too attached to myself yesterday? Is life going to undergo a painful transformation, bid farewell to yesterday and bid farewell to yourself yesterday?
Thinking about it, tears gradually overflowed my eyes. I closed my eyes and fell asleep wearily.
In my dream, I asked Duke Zhou if I needed to grow up. Duke Zhou nodded gently and wrote me a line: "Silkworms break cocoons into moths, caterpillars pupate into butterflies."
After reading it, I heard a small voice in my ear. I looked back and woke up, only to see a quivering insect pupa on the thorn. A small creature has leaned out half of its body, while the other half is still struggling in the pupa.
My heart began to roll with the waves. I stared at her carefully. The butterfly that is about to pupate into the past seems to know that she can become a beautiful butterfly as long as she gets rid of the pupal shell that bound her in the past.
Soon, he really turned into a beautiful butterfly and flew away.
Who can imagine the ugliness of that beautiful little creature? Only when she knows how to say goodbye to the past and herself will she become a beautiful butterfly.
I suddenly looked up, and there seemed to be a ray of sunshine in the dark sky.
I stood up and had a big decision in my heart. It's time for me to grow up. Only by saying goodbye to the past can life usher in tomorrow. I want to learn to say goodbye, say goodbye to myself yesterday, and grow up in farewell!
My vision suddenly opened up, the sky was so open, and there was not a cloud in the blue sky. Facing the sunshine tomorrow, my mood suddenly relaxed.
I took out a handkerchief to wipe away the remaining tears on my face, climbed up my face with a smile and blew myself a kiss. You are more beautiful than before!
I looked back, saluted the original fork in the road, and saw my shadow still mottled on the dense thorns. I want to say goodbye to it.
Silkworms wave to the cocoon that binds them, becoming free silkworm moths, and caterpillars undergo painful transformation and finally become butterflies. I waved goodbye to myself yesterday and grew up in the farewell.