A composition with the theme of breakthrough

I don't trust my friends' heartfelt words. Every time I go to a friend's house, I can see a girl in the yard immersed in reading. I walked past her. She didn't notice. My friend said that Mr. Guan was here, so rude? The girl was a little shy and called the sound management teacher. I smiled and flipped through the books in her hand. That's mine. I once again flipped through the book in her hand, which belongs to Ba Jin. This scene is really beautiful: a girl with glasses, sitting on a small bench; She was fascinated; She doesn't remember who hit her here, and she doesn't remember when the crown of the tree darkened; She pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose and turned her waist and legs a little numb; She walked into a world of illusory, real and unreal books full of thoughts ... When Grimm's fairy tales, Andersen's fairy tales, foreign fairy tales and China's fairy tales were read all over, she was only in the second grade; Uncle Tom's Cabin, Adventures of Thomson, Robinson Crusoe, Dr. Durid, Fortress Besieged, Travel Notes of Hutt Acht House, etc. Lin Bo has read them in the third and fourth grades. Reading Boundless Traveler, Millennium Sigh, La Traviata, Tale of Genji, Don Quixote, Dream of Red Mansions, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Les Miserables, etc., she is only in the fifth grade. She has a little knowledge of reading; She understood this feeling. She said that it was really bad for the woman whose husband died in Midnight to fool around outside. She said that the boys in The Tale of Genji fell in love, forgot each other and had many children. What is it like? She said that Don Quixote is a fool+idiot+mental retardation in real society; She said that Baoyu in a dream of red mansions was crazy for no reason ... but my friend told me that his daughter couldn't write and was afraid of writing. My friend said that every time the teacher assigned a composition, she shook her pen, spread out the paper and frowned, as if the world was coming to an end. Speaking of this, friends don't like modesty. Who wants to belittle children in front of teachers for no reason? My friend is not joking, which can't help but arouse my curiosity-everyone knows that reading is the basis of writing, and children with such a rich reading foundation are afraid to cry even when writing-there must be something worth exploring. Luckily, that girl came to my class. She is in the sixth grade this year. I have a whole year. I can't help but declare that even if my friend doesn't say anything, I can't help but pay attention to this girl named Lin Bo. ● The fish tank is empty, and only a few fish scales sink to the bottom. I'm sorry, not because of fish, but because we can't eat fish. For fish, its fate is to swallow any mouth sooner or later, maybe today or tomorrow. I dare not say that I won't be late in the future. It's easier said than done. This hope overwhelmed me. I am not a genius or a child prodigy. People always have shortcomings, and people rely on them to improve themselves. ● I don't know when my nose is blocked. How to block this traffic artery? I'm suffocating, breathing pain, suffering, suffering. I think my dad, like me, is a short man in action. ● Being fat means being fat, and being too thin can't help the wind. What's good about that? I comfort myself like this. I suggest you take a car in Qin Zhou and buy a pair of insurance, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable. I don't understand or understand what he said. We have different IQs. I really don't understand what he meant by that. I am a normal and healthy person. I think this is probably a privilege that only Xu Yuecai can enjoy. No matter who cries, he will not be comforted by so many people. That dog is lucky, too. Most dogs don't enjoy having such a master who really loves them. ● The classmate in front turned to ask me: "Are you sleepy?" I gave a wry smile. Are you sleepy? Of course. Sleep? No I didn't cry, I just kept silent, because-I haven't found any benefits in crying. ● Now there is no cuteness, but there is a kind of maturity that cannot be called maturity. Anyway, each stage has its own advantages. Oh, where did I digress? I think I'm good at digressing. Why did I slide here when I was writing? No wonder my composition is always off topic, helpless, helpless! When you face such a sharp and fresh sentence; When you read such a profound and ethereal sentence; When you appreciate such a unique and elegant sentence; When you know that the author is this 12-year-old girl, can you not pay attention to her? I make no secret of my gratitude. I circled these beautiful sentences in red again and again and wrote down the exclamation point. A sixth-grade child could not have such a keen literary touch if he had not been immersed in literary works for a long time and was not influenced by the thoughts of his works in a trickle-how precious this literary touch is in today's Chinese teaching. This year, the first and second issues of Evaluation Weekly published two articles in succession. If the first article is a little blunt, then the second article shows the spirituality and understanding of her free composition, as well as her grasp of the texture of the text: I was about to go home after the meeting when Teacher Guan called me and me to his office. The two of us arrived at the office. Teacher Guan came straight to the point and said, "Which one of you would like to go to the teachers' meeting with me?" Teachers' meeting? It's the first time I heard that students and teachers go to a teacher meeting together. "After the meeting, I will tell the students about it tomorrow," said the teacher. What! I have to tell my classmates that this job is not easy to do. Both of us look at me and I look at you. Neither of us wants to do this hard work. "Rock, cloth and scissors, then." The teacher said. That's good. I think, let's take a chance. After several rounds, I won I thought I could go home, but Qin Zhou actually said, "I can win." What? ! I was very angry after listening to it. This is my fault, too. I forgot to make it clear in advance, so she took advantage of this loophole. "Then draw lots!" Teacher Guan said. Draw lots. The teacher cut two pieces of paper and wrote some words with his hands covered. We all looked around to see what the teacher wrote on the paper. But I got nothing after all. The teacher is holding two pieces of paper in his hands. I look at this and that, and I don't know which one to choose. Finally, Qin Zhou chose the right hand, so I chose the left hand. I took the paper and slowly opened it carefully, my heart pounding. "Ha, it's' no'." I am happy to say. It seems that God must go to Qin Zhou. It's written in black and white now, and she can't help it. I am happy to go back to the classroom and just want to take my schoolbag home. "Niu Linbo." Qin Zhou stopped me behind me again, and I knew it was definitely not a good thing. Looking back, I was just about to ask what I was doing. Qin Zhou said, "Go to the meeting ..." Are you kidding? I tried to cheat again, but I couldn't beat her in the end. Because we are good friends, we have to agree. I followed the teacher and hurried to the multimedia classroom. The meeting has already started. It's quiet inside, and the school leaders are talking on it. We took a seat. The teacher told me gently, "If you have anything about the class, please write it down." I listened carefully at first, but after a long time, I don't think they said anything about class, so they scribbled in their notebooks. I don't know when, Teacher Guan touched me and pointed at my notebook. I didn't react at the moment. I looked at the teacher and heard the chattering leader talking about the contents of six regular exams in the class. I hurriedly picked up my pen: the six regular exams in my class this semester were held at noon ... finally, an hour passed and the meeting finally ended. It was already sunset on the way home. Alas, it's really unpleasant to meet. It's Qin Zhou's turn to taste it next week. Soon, this exercise was published in "New Seedlings of Perch Country". I am familiar with 300 Tang poems, but I can recite them without writing them. After reading so many literary works, how can Lin Bo not write articles? The more I doubt my friend's heartfelt words. Is this not good?