Find the "face"

It seems that I left it in the soft wind of spring and let it germinate wantonly; It seems to be lost in the hot summer sun, waiting for it to be brilliant; It seems to be thrown on the lake surface of autumn water, making it arrogant and calm the Qiang people; It seems that I lost it in the winter snow, and I watched it fall leisurely

"Where did I leave it. For this fragile "face", the cold dagger gradually has the warmth of my heart and the brightness of others' blood sacrifice.

People seem to like my gorgeous "face" better. When people admire it with envy, I wish to show my gratitude, even a little excitement, but instead of a high chin and contemptuous eyes, as if disdaining all the praise. Gradually, people adapted to my arrogance and falsehood, and I was condescending; Gradually, they began to complain about my callousness and my arrogance; Gradually, I began to hate my gorgeous skin, my smiles and smiles

The depression of autumn rain disintegrates the beauty of "face" and erodes the brightness of dagger. I have nowhere to hide. The impatience of the autumn rain makes me cover up an ugly face - the face without "face" with an apologetic smile. Smiling, I could not help cursing: I was found that no matter how beautiful the "face" is, it is not my own strong point. After all, it is a piece of paper that will be pierced. But what about the "face" I once abandoned... Is it already buried under the tomb of years.

People began to talk arrogantly about my real ugliness. I could only reply with a helpless smile and unyielding tears.

I rustled to a stop and turned back at dusk. Where the tears were colorful, it was a stream of sewage.

An impulse led me to move. Every step made the weak body tremble. When your toes touch the water, the ripples will open and become turbid. I bent down to look at the reflection of the water surface, gaping -- the unmodified me, the most imperfect me, the most contemptible me -- so real, so accessible. Is this the "face" I tried to find? Shouldn't it be praised and appreciated by others? Or, it is just like this, but I haven't found it

When the autumn rain stopped suddenly, I got up and took a sharper dagger to carve a nearly perfect "face". My mouth rose, leaving the last real smile on the water, and putting on that more beautiful but more fragile "face".

It is difficult for me to determine whether it is the reflection formed by the water surface or the "face" I carved is my original appearance, the real and unmodified me, the incomplete or the faultless? It was hard for me to choose between the two, but I resolutely chose the latter, abandoned the former and walked forward.

As I walked, I was praised by others. I think this is my "face"

Grade 3: Starry Rainy Night