又回到秋天作文【一】
If I were a boy again, I would practice perseverance more often, and never give up a thing because it was or inconvenient. If we want light, we must conquer darkness. Perseverance can sometimes equal genius in its results. There are only two creatures, says a proverb, Who can surmount the pyramids — the eagle and the snail.
If I were a boy again, I would school myself into a habit of attention; I would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand. I would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once.
The habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we begin early enough. I often hear grown up people say, I could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although I wished to do so, and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth.
If I were to live my life over again, I would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory. I would strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion. It takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately; but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble. It only needs early cultivation to become a power.
又回到秋天作文【二】
操场上。一个个脚印，是否还承载着，你和我那友谊的重量，是否还守候着，你和我那不衰的约定。一片片落叶，是否虚幻了我们的青春，伴着秋风，悄然。。。离去。一阵阵秋风，和空气相拥抱，摩擦出记忆里的那些微笑和甜蜜，只是扭曲了。坐在升旗台上，眺望远方的大门，心里又想起你和我的奔跑、嬉戏，以至于撞在护栏上，留下了鲜红的印记。现在想起，依旧那么可惜，依旧那么回忆，依旧那么珍惜。
教室里课桌上已满是灰尘，或许，岁月的尘埃埋葬了我们俩的友谊，藏在最深最深的地方，不被发现，不被公开。抹去桌上的尘埃，往事如流水，灌进了记忆的瓶子里，桌子上那用涂改液写的一句句话，证明了我们的友谊多么的纯净、透明。如水晶、如钻石、如雨滴。折射出了充满爱的友谊，多彩而美丽。
曾经，拥有你。记忆里的颜色闪着光，如阳光在三棱镜里折射着光彩，那么美丽。路边的街灯，麻辣的'小吃，飞翔的小鸟，地上的落叶，空气中充满着香气。一切的一切，都那么温馨。
如今，没有你。记忆里的颜色被抹去，如胶卷在老式投影机上投放着黑白电影。路边的街灯不亮了，麻辣的小吃变质了，飞翔的小鸟消失了，地上的落叶腐烂了，空气中的味道逝去了。一切的一切，都那么凄凉。
好想回到那个秋天，好想再拥有你，好想再拥抱你，好想。
又回到秋天作文【三】
If I were a boy again, I would school myself into a habit of attention; I would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand. I would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once.
The habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we begin early enough. I often hear grown up people say, I could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although I wished to do so, and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth.
If I were to live my life over again, I would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory. I would strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion. It takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately; but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble. It only needs early cultivation to become a power.
If I were a boy again, I would cultivate courage. Nothing is so mild and gentle as courage, nothing so cruel and pitiless as cowardice, says a wise author.
We too often borrow trouble, and anticipate that may never appear. The fear of ill exceeds the ill we fear. Dangers will arise in any career, but presence of mind will often conquer the worst of them. Be prepared for any fate, and there is no harm to be feared.
