90 high school essays

 Happy people left behind a letter
sunset faded more and more residual light, soft light in the swirling clouds looming, the sky cast a thin layer of pink. Twilight bell yo floated from afar, tapping the depths of the mind, brought back memories of past hh
not remember how many times have been out of school in the door, staring crowds on the streets of old had no leisure elegant, into the head that is holding the resume of job seekers who are anxious to rush through; carrying heavy bags of varying shades of students walking to rush to dragging the family; carrying a heavy briefcase in the back of a family disappear to work In view of the end of the hh
hesitated long before they picked up the pen, like those happy people forget to write a letter,UGGs, also wrote some of his own feelings, and perhaps give them some inspiration.
The blowing in the wind, rolling waves surging turmoil again and again without tired of beating the beach side of the stone, and quietly retreated. sun burn, like fast as his life, will be generously golden light sprinkled on the gravel bordering on the blue sea, golden glow suffused the dark, people go for broadening your horizons. the wind blew,cheap UGG boots, the empty beach there is a figure, is using a small shovel to dig for something. figure gradually clear up, was a small boy, is intently digging, a long time, stopped the hands of the action, carefully out of your pocket a violet, planted in the gravel, with sand tamping, poured a pot of water. look at their own Violet finally found from the hills in the sunset extraordinarily beautiful, small boy's face a smile of joy, like a spring in April, people such as the pouring spring hh a painting, watching this piece of unique art,UGG boots, I always feel somewhere something was beckoning me, guide me into another world. Yes, yes kindred violets in full bloom.
eyes I do not know when to change the picture.
relentless bursts of fierce winds blew down it, it feminine body to fight it; brutally hot sun, it suffered the torment of hot; human footprints did not play when the Health and pity to trample it; thirsty sand greedily absorbing violet water, bit by bit, pulled out of the It is weak vitality. slowly, violets withered, and the dissipation of style.
see in the picture violet suffered all kinds of suffering, I could not help lamenting the fate of the helpless and that the small short life. hate it that the boy buried in sand in it. free shuttle in the air, surrounded by trees and flowers unknown, hope the eye is green and pleasant, the breeze carried past gusts of fragrance, like the Sound of a distant moving. monastery is surrounded by sights, Hey, that Violet is not it? with a kindly old man is talking. I approached them with full of doubts. that he may carefully, I see the beautiful sea, but also for me as I watered carefully. I though Shou Lexie is, but I think it is worth it, because I had, after all in full bloom, have had good memories This is enough! ? Maybe you are worried because of work, perhaps you are feeling very depressed for transcripts and,UGG shoes, perhaps you are distracted for business, perhaps, but please do not forget happy hh hh