Sunshine accompanied me to grow up. How to write a 500-word composition?

Life is just a calm river, flowing slowly with trivial love and stumbling. -Xi Murong once fantasized that in a light gray attic, he quietly read the so-called pure text. I know the bright sunshine is very warm. Maybe there is a gust of wind, which makes the broken sunshine fall from the cracks in the leaves and become a silhouette and mottled. My hopes and desires are generally generated in this way. I'm deeply involved. In a sense, [1] this is a kind of sinking, spiritual sinking. No one understands that this is my secret. I hope the sunshine in my life. My wish is that the sunshine along the way is accompanied by youth. What I like is the world around the pen, or the soft texture that is light and refreshing but deeply touching. I've been confused a few times, too Those intricate emotional knots are surging and passionate on the slightly rough pages. I woke up in a dream, and the sun wouldn't let me sink, and wouldn't let me rush to that grand and vigorous emotional funeral. Those romantic days, those literary feasts, those emotional storms, just like those ancient ones that dimmed many fleeting years, looked down on all the lost time. [2] It turned out to be our own reason. If the mirror in my heart has seen through the world of mortals, why should I indulge in that distant world? Since you worry too much, don't indulge. Therefore, our life needs sunshine all the way. Close your eyes, time flies like sand. Without much thought, those people and things suddenly sounded, and the righteous mood fell apart in a few words. Chatting with friends all the way. I talked about death. A friend said that vaccine A H 1N 1 may cause death, and the signature is simply a statement of life and death given by the school. Then, the restless heart began to beat again. That inexplicable fear seems to be closer to me. The feeling in my heart was washed away in an instant. The sun blew away the haze along the way. [3] Youth has dreams, and dreams have youth. I always feel a little too depressed. I only have small eyes to explore. I have always doubted myself and longed for sunshine. Those warm, quiet or nostalgic feelings are gone. I have heard sad tunes and many sad and heavy songs written by ups and downs. Every time I hear them, the sadness in my heart seems a little heavy, and the lingering sadness lingers in my heart. But from now on, I am no longer confused. I know, God. Leaning warmly in the light gray attic and sitting on the old wooden chair, I made a crisp and simple sound. I am still wandering in the world at my fingertips, my palms seem to be making up a real world, and my emotions are flowing. Large sections of gorgeous words render the unspeakable sadness of youth. But between the ebb and flow, I seem to see the real dawn. Sadness that adults regret, or sadness that they sobbed when they were young. None of us can feel the same way. What we can do is to keep the weak sunshine and keep warm. Under the sunshine, a dark loneliness in my heart rises slowly, rubs off the plated surface of black life, sparks bright, and disappears faintly. Even if it rains, it can't be covered, and the sun keeps breaking. The left hand side is the past and the right hand side is the future. Life is silent, and the sun shines all the way. Cut the sun continuously. The left hand side is the past and the right hand side is the future. Life is silent, and the sun shines all the way. Memory is something that cannot be indulged. The mood in my heart and the sunshine again and again are more dazzling than the blue sky. A ray of sunshine is my heart's blessing to those who help me grow up. Although it is a wisp, it is my most sincere thanks. Give it to the warmest person. You forget yourself. When I was a child, I complained that you were not beautiful, but gradually I understood that you looked so pale because my sister and I were tired. Your hair is a little white and there are several wrinkles on your forehead. These are the sacred duties of mothers. I will never forget the back of you sending an umbrella home. Never forget the smile on your face when you cook; Never forget the seriousness of your farming; Never forget. Never forget! I want to give the warmest piece to my mother to warm your sweet heart in the cold winter. Dedicate the warmest piece to the sky that affects my life-my father. Father, I won the prize. At this time, all flowers and applause should be given to you. If you hadn't accompanied me to enjoy the scenery in the summer vacation, you might not have had these real experiences. If you don't encourage me to take part in the composition contest, maybe I will join you. You are responsible for the heavy work at home, and only you can operate the mechanical tools in the field. You are too busy, too busy. I want to give the warmest piece to my great father. I believe that with your help, the sky in my life will be bluer and the water will be clearer. Give the brightest piece to my friend, the most beautiful scenery in my life. You can earn again when you have no money. How many times, when I cry, you give me a shoulder; How many times, when I was happy, you gave me a smiling face. I want to give the brightest piece to my friends, hoping it will make the scenery in my life more beautiful. Rooted in the soil forever; Leaves are always accompanied by flowers. A ray of sunshine gave to people who helped me grow up. Although it is thunder, it is a blessing from my heart. Although it is a wisp, it is my most sincere thanks. Youth is like a blank sheet of paper, painted with the brush of life. We all try to draw the most beautiful colors on this precious paper. I picked up a paintbrush and tried my best to leave my favorite rainbow on this paper ... The outermost red is my face facing others. People always treat me as cheerful and enthusiastic. I study the standard of sunshine girl mentioned in the book and open my heart. Welcome everyone to enter. I will always give my brightest smile to my friends and care about all unhappy people. So I am red, hoping to warm others' hearts with the most enthusiastic look. Let them feel my sincere love for this society. Through the red appearance, you can vaguely see the orange inner layer, which only friends can touch. On this floor, my friend's name is written on it. Mingliang, Xinxin, Nell, Didi, Nannan, they are always by my side when I need comfort most. They give me the feeling of orange, so lively and warm. Because of them, I am more energetic. With them, my youth is full of vitality and warmth. The faint beige color was left by the most respected teacher in my life. My kindergarten teacher, Liu, is always so kind and helps me get familiar with what I have to learn to do in my life. Mr. Shang, the first class teacher in primary school, opened the door of my wisdom and enlightened me with knowledge. Let me love reading and learning, and travel freely in the ocean of knowledge. Teacher Li, who corrected many of my mistakes in time, extended my life in the most correct direction. The current class teacher, Mr. Cui, is my most familiar class teacher and the teacher who has spent the longest time in the sunshine. She gave me infinite concern. Let the colors of my youth be more vivid. My teacher gave me the warmest beige, so warm and amiable. All my relatives helped me draw a layer of green. My relatives guarded my growth and made countless efforts for me. Grandparents, they have been paying for me and my brother without regrets, caring for us with all their love, without any reason. And grandparents. They taught me to face the necessary setbacks in life with the most optimistic attitude. I have uncles and aunts who will always protect me like my own children. And my uncles, whose profound knowledge helped me learn a lot of knowledge and benefited me a lot. There are also brothers and sisters who will always tolerate my willfulness and never say anything serious to me ... I will always be so happy living in this big family. I can feel the love and care from my relatives all the time, and push me forward. They are the bright green in my life, and at the crossroads of my life, they give a green light to my family. Blue floats lightly on white paper, just like the sea under the midnight starlight. Blue, clear and inclusive, always gives people a quiet beauty. Every time I see this color, I can't help thinking of my dearest parents. Growing up, the scene I remember the most is the scene where I got along with my parents. My mother's gentle smile and my father's strict education will always be my most familiar picture. My parents have put too much effort into a colorful life. My parents used their hard sweat to add the strongest paddle to my boat of life. I love them and I am willing to use myself.