600 words of lonely me (1)

Since then, I am no longer alone 600 words

In winter, everything is cold. Although there is no snow, it is dry and cold. The cold wind is blowing. The old trees along the road are powerless to sway my heart like winter. It is cold and cold, and I feel really lonely.

Every day I come alone, every day I look sad, every day I stand alone under the tree, listening to sad music.

Every time I stand under a tree, I feel a sense of security. The strong trunk is like a warm arm. Protect me.

The big tree is really old. Its rough bark, bare branches, and branches hang down to the ground, making it seem helpless. It is the only tree that is independent in the middle of the school playground. Like me, it is so lonely.

Back against the tree, listening to the sad piano music, closing your eyes, suddenly I felt like I had fallen into a bottomless hole, dark and cold. I opened my eyes and looked at the gray sky and the pairs of classmates on the playground. I could not help feeling sad. I rushed to the playground to let the tired me forget everything. The cold wind was blowing and whipping my face. It really hurt. It was spring, and everything was alive. The grass slowly arched out of the ground, and the trees also sprouted. Occasionally, there are two birds flying freely in the air.

When will my spring come? As usual, I leaned against the tree and listened to the songs. I accidentally found that the old tree also sprouted new shoots. I smiled and said: even you have spring, you are no longer alone, and I?

Hey, what are you doing? She patted me gently and I said: Nothing. She asked with concern: Why are you always so sad? But it doesn't matter. I'm a happy friend. I believe you will laugh happily every day. I was surprised that I had always had friends, but I didn't find them. Suddenly I felt warm in my heart. She took my hand and said, "Go, play.". I didn't move. She took me by her hands, opened her beautiful big eyes and said: Let's go. And winked at me mischievously. I followed her with a smile.

I looked back at the tree and smiled; My spring has also come, we will never be alone, towards a better tomorrow!

Since then, I am no longer alone 600 words

A person's journey is lonely. When the sunshine of your love shines on me, I want to say: I am no longer lonely.

I have close relatives who gave me precious life and warm life. At home on weekends, my father always calls on time: get up, stick to your ideals, don't give up! When I woke up in a daze, my father always handed me a glass of milk. Every day my father would exercise with me. We talked about the park from home. We talked about everything from school life to music games to national politics, which always made me feel warm. When running, my father gave me many years of experience, which made me feel warm. No matter how hard or tired I ran, I would stick to it. When I got home, my mother always brought the food to the table early. She carefully asked me how I felt about running, whether I felt uncomfortable, how my school life was, and whether I felt uncomfortable. My dearest love is great. Here, I want to say: Since then, I am no longer lonely.

I have a brother who fills my life with happiness. Once, when we were free, we wanted to play table tennis. On the ball table, we always play tricks together, laughing from ear to ear. There are more or less wins and losses. If you don't admit that you have lost, you always say that you have won, and the other party will always laugh and scold you. They laughed at each other's poor skills, but no one would admit it. Finally, they all sweated heavily, put their hands on their shoulders, and blew the air conditioner together. There are days in the horizon, wind in the scenery, waves and flowers, and I just want you to be enough. Here, I want to say: Since then, I am no longer lonely.

I have friends to face the growing pains with me. During the military training, we trained together, had a meal, fought together, cried together, and laughed together. Homesick together, but in the end, no one wants to go. Here, I want to say: Since then, I am no longer lonely.

There are close relatives, brothers and friends along the way of growth. Since then, I am no longer lonely.

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600 words of lonely me (3)

I have a sister who loves me very much. I remember one year, when my grandmother was seriously ill, my father sent my sister to take care of her. When my sister left, he suddenly felt that I was lonely in life. The sister who used to hold my hand and danced happily had left me. Now I am walking sadly in the rain alone, and I feel that I have no taste of living in this world.

So, when my father saw that I was sad, he put some rabbits at home, hoping that I would not be lonely, but I was very sad. I didn't want to wake up every day when I slept, because I would not feel lonely in my dreams.

My mother often tells jokes and teases me, but I always frown. Every time on the way after school, my good friend asks me what my wish is? I said, "I hope my sister can go home."

For weeks in a row, I think I have changed a lot. The former sunny girl who was full of happiness has become sad. She always escapes from reality, imagining her sister watching TV in the bedroom. When I ran over and opened the door, I realized that it was all a lie to myself.

My mother saw that this was not the way for me, so she asked me to go to her bedroom and say to me: "Do you want to live in a daze like this? There are many setbacks and difficulties in the world. Do you just cry? After crying, your sister will come back? People can't be so fragile. When difficulties appear in front of everyone, they are so tragic. But as long as you are strong, show the most beautiful smile, and try to overcome them, the difficulties will become the weakest. " From then on, I knew that difficulties actually have a fragile side, because your strong, let it appear small.

Since then, I have happily faced life, many friends around me, and my life is no longer lonely.

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I remember when I was a child, I was the "apple of my eye" in my family and the "sweetheart" in Grandma's eyes. Everyone in my family loves me very much, but they always don't let me go away, for fear of being taught by bad children. It's very satisfying to go for a ride occasionally. At home, I can only watch TV and ride a bike with my head closed. When someone came to play with me, my grandma always said, "Go, go, go." She pushed me into the house again. It was really lonely. People, things and things outside made me yearn for them.

Until one time, my father took me to the bookstore, I realized that I could have a real good friend, that is, books.

Dad carried me into the bookstore, and the chandelier was swinging in the air like a swing. People are shuttling in the slightly small Xinhua Bookstore. But what attracted me was not all kinds of people, but all kinds of books on the shelves.

I struggled to get out of my father's arms and waddled to the bookshelf. I stood on tiptoe and tried to pull off a book called Journey to the West. This book was not thick. On the cover, a monk on horseback, Gao Qingjie, sat on a horse. Beside me, a pathfinder monkey pulled the ear of a fat pig to the road. A thick man was carrying a load and walking steadily on the road to get scriptures, This rich illustration made me overjoyed and excited to speak incoherently. This interesting illustration immediately caught my heart. I held the book and read it over and over again, never getting tired of it. Watching adults open their books and read, I also pretended to be young. Although I could not read, I could not put it down and pestered my father to buy home. At night, my father would read to me. I listened with relish, but I didn't know what to say.

When I grow up, I can read and taste books. With books, my life has become rich, colorful, abundant and happy.

With books, I am no longer lonely.

600 words of lonely me (5)

Standing on the hillside of the mountains and taking the sky as the background alone, I am very lonely. But my dream, my future is not lonely. The aurora of the sky and the stars gliding across the sky are my inner monologue. I want to let my dream and future move in the sky, and I don't regret it.

In order not to be lonely in the future, I grasp today; In order not to be lonely in the future, I keep time; I will not regret for not being lonely in the future; In order not to be lonely in the future, I can only say it is worth it. I can only say that, for the sake of my red and hazy dream, it cannot feel lonely or stagger on the dark mountain road.

I used to imagine my dream and future as a silent and rich person standing on the horizon of time and space, interpreting the four seasons of life with a lonely figure between hard work and laziness. Sometimes I also like to think of it as a tree. The future is the root, and dreams are green leaves. From germination to full growth of green leaves, I have to irrigate it with sweat, although it may wither. I also think of it as a gear. The future is the wheel, and the dream is the tooth. If you want it to rotate, you must let yourself turn first, so that your confidence and courage can fly between heaven and earth. Don't be afraid of being covered by the dark night. Because gold will shine wherever it is placed.

In the continuation of life day after day, time carves dreams in my future. It told me that people came to this world not to live, but to live, for the hope hidden in their hearts. On the wasteland at night, it is a walking tree. Stars ignite dreams, and the tree is full of leaping flames. I heard the sound of the passage of time, and read my soul longing to fly and stay.

Efforts are engraved in the gears of time and sweat is poured into the green shade of growth. I firmly believe that my tomorrow will never be lonely.