去年的我还是一个小毛孩,很调皮,但这调皮里又透着一股文静,我就是靠着这股文静来写作的。“作文”,一听到这个词就感到头大。每次都捧着一本作文书。倒在床上,坐在沙发上。正着看,歪着看。眨眨眼,但还是一点头绪也没有。往往不等个一小时是想不出来的,其实我的作文水平还不低。只是作文的主要内容实在令我难想,都说一篇好作文重要的是选材,我说:“要找到材料简直比登天还难。”有时,无意中看到哪本书上的某个题目,突发奇想,一篇好的作文就像流水一样写出来。 Last year, I was still a little baby girl, very naughty, but this naughty and revealing a quiet, I was relying on this quiet writing. “Composition”, I heard the word feel big. Every time holding a composition book. Fall in bed, sit on the couch. Looking forward, tilted look. Blinking, but still not a clue. Often do not wait an hour can not think of it, in fact, my essay level is not low. Just the main content of the essay makes it really hard for me to say that a good essay is important for selection. I said: “It is even harder to find materials than to ascend to heaven.” Sometimes, I accidentally saw a book on this book Topic, whim, a good composition is written like water.