高中英语作文：梦里花落知多少

高中英语作文：梦里花落知多少

　　在日常学习、工作或生活中，大家都写过作文吧，根据写作命题的特点，作文可以分为命题作文和非命题作文。那么问题来了，到底应如何写一篇优秀的作文呢？下面是小编整理的高中英语作文：梦里花落知多少，仅供参考，欢迎大家阅读。

　　Falling flowers, splashed with tears. Falling flowers, there is a hatred of our parties; It is our reunion. - The title is long, who is not careful? He looked back, the two lines of lonely footprints behind him seem to have lost anything. I started to stand before.

　　When my shadow is leisurely swaying, I can't help but feel it. You have not familiar with you around, everything that has been familiar with has become unfamiliar. I became a slap in the air, and there is no trace. I have tried the loneliness of the fall, but it failed again. The ground is lying on the ground, and some pink petals are lying, and again touched the softness of my heart. The flowers of flowers are full of tears of hate. The air will always be filled with a faint sorrow. If you have a smile, the smile is shaking in front of me. So, I remembered our past, the big days of the big fall. Never dare to imagine, if you don't have you, what will I become? Your cool smile, kindness, always pull back the reality in distant dreams, making my life no longer confused, no longer dull, no longer boring, no longer lonely. Since you have you, my pale life is portrayed on a beautiful colorful color, and my silent world will be full of laughter. Ten years of affection, can you make it break, say leave? I have made a promise in the sunset, silently, and the sadness of each other's eyes, I still have to remember.

　　Helpless, many things are not allowed. We all have no power, but we have yield. The cost of growth is so. Perhaps, the protagonist of life will always be ourselves, and others are just a hurry, and hurried, hurried. I miss the homework in my day. Never dare to forget a single memory. Without your company, the crazy little girl has long been there, and it is a weak woman who is frowning. Sweet is no longer, joy is no longer, the smile is no longer, everything is no longer existed. Once, we laughed together in the spring star, summer dusk, autumn field, winter grass. The days came in that paragraph, in a lonely dusk, it has already become full of flowers. Missing forever in the days of waiting for flowering. The hunger in the eyes is always driven, the warm liquid complains about my endless thoughts, put into one strike in the cheek, turning a jumped note, ready for the wasta. The wind is coming, and the tears are blown, but I can't give me my thoughts. The long wind flies to the horizon, help me to get the sound to the distance, bring you from the horizon.

　　Friends, are you okay? The dream is blooming, the dream falls, and it is intermittently, which affects everything, just like gathering, intermittently interrogated me. Look, the flowers are falling again. How much is the dream?