Here are 700 words about my world composition.

My world may be ignored, but it will never be overgrown with weeds; My world may have no end, but it will never stop! My world will shine! I'm sure it will. The following articles are carefully arranged for you, hoping to help you.

There is a world here that belongs to me.

I feel lost every morning, of course, not because there is no beautiful scenery in the morning, but because I am afraid of missing the starry sky last night, but I can't help but leave me at night. I can only remember that the sweetness of memories and the beauty created by the starry sky are not enough to make up for the world brought to me by the starry sky at night, so I regret it.

The evening breeze kisses and lotus leaves adorn it. The sunset seems to be as eternal as happiness, holding the horizon tightly and not falling for a long time. Count the stars twinkling in the crimson, one by one, enjoying loneliness. Orion, Sirius, Weaver Girl, silent light years; Beidou, the big bear and the little bear guard each other, and as the light approaches, they seem to compete with the seven stars in this dark dusk. This starry sky seems silent, but it is smart. Just like the ups and downs of a series of story lines, the hero's dream lost its clues and he was speechless. When he quietly shed tears, he recalled his life's rush, which was enough to cleanse his mind and enjoy the possession of memories and reality.

This starry sky looks lively, but it is ethereal. Like a gorgeous illusion, tears are taken away by overload sadness, and the heart feels like a dead sea. When you fall in love with regret, the moment in his ear becomes more and more real and precious. This starry sky looks simple, but it is beautiful. Like a dark night, the silence is broken by endless ruthlessness, vigorous, fragmented, squandered by pain, throwing out a happy and charming light. This starry sky looks speechless, but it is innocent. Like a piece of white cloth, it was dazzled by graffiti pigments and spread magnificently. The white cloth was soaked until midnight, showing the enthusiasm and bright colors of roses.

The tenderness in the air drives the songs and dances of the stars, and the breeze gives everything an invisible hug. I once thought: if I reach out when the wind is light and the clouds are light, will the breeze take the opportunity to hug me? If I run among the stars, can tenderness take me to the vast heaven? Counting the stars shining and running around in this life, it turns out that what you get and love is not as good as a starry night. It is so beautiful, so gorgeous, so ethereal, so dazzling, as if you can reach out and touch it. It is like a brilliant dream, fearless and frightening; Like a youthful poem, hazy and fragrant; Like an unchangeable memory, real and permanent. My world is here, my world is in the starry sky. There are so many dreams worth enjoying, so many beautiful, silent and colorful dreams! The starry sky is my world.

There is a world here that belongs to me.

The early morning sun penetrated through the hazy window screens and printed mottled patterns on the books. The study is getting brighter. There is a world of books that belong to me. Reading in the morning can be called endorsement, spreading the book on the windowsill, facing the morning light and reading a string of flowers, or? What is this? Classical Chinese, tell yourself that a new day has begun. After doing some exercises, take out a book from the shelf and read it slowly to relax.

Reading "Wolf Totem", I seem to become a prairie wolf, galloping under the gaze of Tengger singer. I can run on the dense grass; Under the leadership of the Wolf King, he besieged the antelope, feasted and chewed its delicious internal organs. Then lazily bask in the sun by Swan Lake.

The sunshine at noon is the warmest, and the light spots cast by the treetops jump happily on the surface of white porcelain. And I jump in different time and space. Here, I can look for the clues left by the murderer with Holmes; You can look for The Secret Behind's secret with xu teacher and expose the conspiracy in the conspiracy; You can skate with Conan, avoid the killer's angry bullets and say that classic sentence for him. There is always only one truth! ?

At night, everything is quiet. I leaned against the bed and read "This is the smartest girl" under the gentle glow of the bedside lamp. This is a very delicate book, with a pink cover and a silver-white rose pattern. The small words on the right seem to emit a little starlight. Warm and soft. She is like an elegant big sister. She fell in love with this country with a smile. She taught me the truth with small examples and showed me the right way. Let me become more confident and stronger.

It's another sunny day. Warm sunshine softens the air in the study and brings fresh or old stories to life. Everything is so energetic. Like sunshine. Warm study, long sea of books, here is my world.

There is a world here that belongs to me.

Perhaps a person may not be excellent in all aspects, but I think everyone must have their own areas of interest. Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.

Since landing, we have been full of curiosity about the world, and it is this curiosity that has achieved what people say? Interest? Maybe it's passionate dancing, maybe it's music that cultivates sentiment, maybe it's free and easy painting or even humble insects around me, and what I love is the car that few people of my peers like.

Some people may say that it is a boy's nature to like cars, but I will answer that I have fallen in love with cars and have reached the state of being possessed by computers. I've been teased by my mother many times? Car crazy? I didn't have much reaction to this. After all, when a person really falls in love with something, it will be very quiet and will not make public.

Every time someone naturally opens a webpage to play a game, I can't help but enter a car website. I once asked myself why I like it, but I couldn't find the answer. Every time when others walk down the street happily and casually, I will pay attention to those cars that are ignored from time to time. I have been in love with car design for three or four years now. For me, who has only a few months of sketching foundation, in others' eyes, I am doing something that will never be realized, becoming an automobile designer. In my spare time, I always take out my exercise book and draw some cars. Sometimes, even when I was studying, my mother told me many times that it would affect my study. Although it has been said for a long time, the idea in my heart still lasts forever: I want to be an excellent car designer, and I believe this idea will never be put out by trivial matters.

I love very little, but there is a world that belongs to me. I am deeply intoxicated in this world, which stems from my persistence in my heart.

Others may love piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but they also have honors, and I can confidently say that they can't compare with me in terms of cars and design, because there is no fame and fortune in my world, even if there is no praise, I will persist.