1993 was not a good year for Yao Wang. This year, my parents had a violent quarrel for some unknown reason. My mother cried so sadly that she almost broke up with her father. Absolutely. This made Yao Wang feel that the sky of his childhood suddenly became much darker. He suffered from chickenpox and high fever and lay at home for many days. I couldn't help itching and scratched it frequently. As a result, I was left with white dot-like scars all over my body. Fortunately, they gradually disappeared after a few years. The school opened. He took a boring English class. It happened that he lost his textbook and didn't want to buy it. He spent the whole semester just to make up for it and finally took the final exam. I scored 42 points. Although I was still among the top 10 in the class, I still received a lot of scolding from my family. After school, I went to the arcade with my classmates. Watching other people playing games in a game arcade was caught by the class teacher and labeled as a game-playing gang. It’s unfair. You don’t have money to play. Tong. I know my parents. I was criticized by the whole school when I raised the flag on Monday. Also, maybe I have grown up a little bit. The relationship between boys and girls. They became subtle and began to deliberately distance themselves from each other. This year, Yao Wang and Yuan Fang did not say a word. During that period, Yao Wang was very disappointed. He was about to become a poor student. This made him even more afraid to face it. Yuan Fang There was a heavy snowfall that winter, and endless snowflakes fell all night long before the sky lit up. Yao Wang climbed to the roof of the new teaching building. There were not many people in the school yet. It was empty, with only the occasional northwest wind blowing. A few sobs. He likes the winter in the north, especially the feeling of being in the snow with the cold wind blowing on his face. This can make him feel better physically and mentally. It's so clean. When you look down at the entire campus, you can no longer discern the original outlines and colors. They're all shrouded in a vast, thick white curtain. Under this, Yao Wang was also looking forward to such a heavy snow in his heart, so as to bury the unhappiness of this year. The auspicious snow heralds a good year. He suddenly Then I remembered this sentence that will almost certainly appear when writing about snow scenes in elementary school compositions. I hope next year will be a new beginning. . *' . *' *' *' *' *' *' ::::: *' { } *' *' *' *' *' *' *' *' *' : : : : : : : : :