Third, determine whether the style is narrative or argumentative;

Tell your story in Chinese;

Finally, write only the true feelings.

Because I just met you.

Among thousands of people, meet the person you want to meet.

At the beginning, I used this sentence to enter the campus in ignorance. Finally, I also used this sentence to walk out of the campus with a clear head.

When the years are quiet, when it is warm and cold, make a pot of new tea in spring. When your happy smile ripples in the tea, drink it all at once, and your lips and teeth remain fragrant. When it's raining, the ink turns red and blue, and when it's gathering and dispersing, it's another taste to savor the tea fragrance.

In the old age, find a guqin, dust it off, sit cross-legged, put it on your knees and let it flow. With a heavy heart, find a bosom friend, make friends with stones, and do whatever you want with flowers and plants. Find a violet under the Tathagata seat, respect the teacher and point out the maze.

Laugh at the spider in front of the Buddhist temple. When will you realize that people grow up in sorrow and joy and be strong in sorrow and joy?

So when cicadas were singing birds and insects were singing, the willows were still lush, so I met a teacher and a student, who I quarreled with for three years and confided in.

The banquet is over, and it is fate to meet for three years, and it is inseparable to leave for three years. My sadness, joy and joy have been soaked in the classroom for three years. I tried to fish it out, but it was fruitless. I thought how happy junior high school life would be after many years. So I chose to save this memory carefully and wait for the next day.

A group of girls giggled and established the most sincere and pure friendship in the stairwell to and from the playground. Yi, you smile beautifully. The radian of your smile is enough to roll into three thousand peach blossoms, and there are two pink clouds on your cheeks. If you look like a peach blossom, your beauty lies in your sincerity, purity and belonging to nature. A smile without dust is the most charming.

I am not you, I don't understand you, I am not you, but I am myself. I can feel the temperature of your palm, your slightly wrinkled brow when you are nervous, your slightly red cheeks when you are slightly angry, and your inner perseverance when you are five laps.

I often think that when we meet again after a long separation, I feel happy when you smile like a flower and veil my wrist. I'm also worried that if I stop at the bulletin board on purpose, you will stick your head out of the door frame and say "you won't go". I can feel it, I am smiling, and my heart is smiling. Uncontrollable joy.