Moe Academy: Resurrection Battle

This holiday passed in a blink of an eye. During this period, I thought a lot and understood a lot. For some past events, I gradually let go. But for some reason, when I think back on them, my heart still hurts. The leaves leave the tree, is it the tree's unwillingness to keep them or the wind's ruthlessness? Everything now is our lack of appreciation or the cruelty of time. I don't want to open the pages of the past again, I'm too irritable, but there are some things I can't do as I please, I can't help myself. I know that I shouldn't be stubborn anymore. Girl, if you don't work hard now and don't work hard to create everything that belongs to you, when will you? Everything that happened in the past, how much is worth wasting your time and thoughts. Time tells me, girl, there should be no word weak in your life dictionary. Stubbornly sticking to the past will only make you fragile. Therefore, life does not allow you to be fragile. When we are in the vast ocean, who can you show your fragility to? Only by working hard can you show your proud back. Not everyone and everything is worth your effort. So, don't be busy trying to please others, but lose yourself. How many fourteen-year-olds can a person have in his life? When we are fourteen, we should shout and shout. When we are fourteen, we should live freely, independently, and autonomously. The road of life is still long, and setbacks, bumps and thorns are indispensable. However, in the face of these, we must accept them with a smile. When birds grow up, they must learn to spread their wings and fly in the blue sky; when fish grow up, they must learn to swim in the vast ocean; and when people grow up, they must also learn to face the bumpy road alone. The first time I learned to be independent was when I was alone at home "defending the position". At that time, I only had the cultural level of kindergarten. When I think of that night, I burst out laughing... That day, the night was quiet, the moon was gray, and the baby stars seemed very scared. They all snuggled in the arms of Grandma Yun and refused to show their little faces. Outside the window, a few strands of cool wind blew. This terrifying "ghost movie scene" seems to have been prepared by God a long time ago. In the quiet house, I huddled up tightly, looking around. "Bang~" What's that sound? I looked toward the window. "Oh my god! A ghost is coming!" I couldn't help but scream. I saw a "ghost" walking towards me "dancing". I ran to the balcony and took the "golden crying stick" and pretended to be Sun Wukong. "Stop, monster, take my stick!" I was about to hit the monster, but when I looked carefully, it turned out to be a pig's foot hanging on the window. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry... I still remember that I did something very childish at that time. Before going to bed, I drew a lifelike big tiger on paper with colored crayons and proudly pasted it on the door. Only then did I sleep peacefully, because I believed that the big tiger would protect me and no one would dare to bully me! The scene of being alone at home for the first time is still fresh in my memory, because that was the first time I learned to be independent, and it was also a successful step on my bumpy growth path! Expert comments: The author of this narrative is good at creating waves, and vividly depicts the terrifying scene of being alone at home at night. The small story contains great truths. In terms of structural arrangement, the beginning is unique, using birds and fish to compare himself, which is vivid and vivid.