An 800-word game argumentative essay.

Life is a game, you can choose not to give up or you can choose to give up.

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The dark alley seems to be a place where even the sun is abandoned.

Feng hurried over and went straight into an Internet cafe deep in the alley. There is a malaise on his back that is out of proportion to his age, and his figure wandering on the ground is so decadent.

A juryman greeted him happily. "Feng, why are you here? Your seat has been empty for a long time. " As he spoke, his round finger pointed to the last vacancy in the dark room, and he couldn't see Feng's expression. He walked quickly to the vacant seat, skillfully turned on the computer, and focused his eyes on the dazzling screen.

Fingers skillfully fly away on the keyboard, and the crackling sound is like a gust of wind, blowing into the empty body of maple, which seems to have an echo. Xiao Xin, shivering on the screen, is being forcibly pushed into the secret room. At this moment, her head has been beheaded, and blood is gurgling from her neck ... Her lips have provoked a sinister smile, and her fears have vanished, in exchange for unspeakable pleasure. I have forgotten the uneasiness of my conscience, but I feel that my heart is aching, and I don't know why.

Bowed with a bony back, a white T-shirt is arched high by sharp shoulder blades, a man with a juryman is sitting in a chair leisurely, and a pair of sly mouse eyes are staring at the delicate watch on his wrist. It is in sharp contrast with the skinny, sallow-looking and glassy-eyed maple tree in the dark room. I don't feel guilty about this depressed person, but my eyes are full of money. 1 of "pa", the whole world fell into darkness, and those thieves in the dark were put on cold handcuffs before they could blink.

Somehow, an inexplicable fear spread to Feng's whole body, as if he were a chess piece in the secret room of the game, waiting for his head to fall to the ground, waiting for his head to be beheaded ... There was a sigh around him, and Feng didn't know what to do at the moment, and his heart was a little cold and frozen in his chair.

Suddenly, a pair of warm big hands gently grasped their lifeless hands, light but firm. Maple leaves felt the traces of years on those hands. As if met a lifeline, a maple obediently to go out. The sun shone unreservedly into the pupil, and Feng narrowed his eyes and saw the person holding her. The man who lost his voice and cried "Dad-"let go and walked forward.

A maple was speechless, just bowed their heads and followed, walked into the moldy home. Two lines of clear tears crossed her face and fell to the ground silently.

Two years later, LAM Raymond's name appeared on the honor roll of key high schools in the city, with a total score of 684. He smiled very sweetly in the photo. ...