让我又爱又恨的同桌作文【一】
身边流走的记忆，被时间的消逝切割的粉碎， 关于你的记忆，已遗忘成碎片，却还会让我的心隐隐发疼，情眸的一抹流盼，堕落在了轮回里。努力的搜索记忆里你留下的痕迹，才发现，原来我们不曾交集，你只是我梦里一抹惊鸿，生命中的一个无关紧要的过客。
承载着沉重的记忆，孤单的在这个城市流浪，在窗前一次又一次的看着太阳隐没，然后感知着汹涌而来的寂寞。
静静的夜，在静静的流走，独自徘徊在静静的街头，体味夜精灵的忧伤。
街道黯淡的路灯，滑过稀落瘦削的身影，承载着沉重的记忆，孤单的在这个城市流浪，在窗前一次又一次的看着太阳隐没，然后感知着汹涌而来的寂寞。
天空没有一丝余白，月牙也偷偷把自己藏了起来，夏天不应该是繁星闪烁吗，为何此时不曾出现。这一刻天空只剩下无尽的忧伤。
一个人想一个人，是会寂寞的，一个人恨一个人，是会让自己痛苦不堪的，走了，散了，如烟往事，看破红尘的惆怅。一段感情，总要留点遗憾才会让人觉得它的凄美…一段结局，常存惋惜才会显示流年的回味…
眼前那条未知的路，仍需勇气走完，夏末的忧伤，姿意的夜雨从压抑着的天空飘飘洒洒落了一地。萧瑟的'风吹过，抖落了树林的一片片枯黄的树叶，漫天凋零的叶雨，落在我的眼前，就像我的情衷，卷起了万朵流花。孤单的继续行走，寻找一个温暖的怀抱，向往着彼岸花开的时节，面朝大海的相依…
这一刻，我伫足凝望到了我的幸福…下一刻，我浅浅一笑，竟也笑的眼泪满满。
让我又爱又恨的同桌作文【二】
来到游泳馆，教我的教练是很严肃的人，我穿好救生衣，废话不多说，跳进水里。因为我经常来游泳馆，看过别人游泳，回忆起别人练的动作，果然有用。
但是天有不测风云，谁知我憋气憋不住了，身体也失控了，接着就手忙脚乱的'拍打着水，有点落在小河里的鸡。教练看见我这副模样，知道了我现在的处境，游到我旁边，把我举起来，把我举到岸边。那些游泳高手都捧腹大笑起来，之后就纷纷下水游泳。看他游到岸边只用了30秒，上岸后，他们双手交叉，好像在说:“要超过我们还要100年呢!”自此之后我决心要超过他们。
于是，我勤学苦练泳技，暑假差不多每天都去学。我学会了蛙泳、狗刨式泳，还有蝶泳。
不久以后，我和他们比赛。比赛规则是看谁做的花式蝶泳最优美。我先和叫明丽的那个人比，他的花式蝶泳是他的弱点，我一下子做了一个高难度的动作，他就败下阵来了。下一个和一个叫张聪的人比，他是副队长，结果我们好多次打了个平手，最后我赢了，打败了他们。他们脸都红红地说：“我们全军覆没了，我们让你当队长。”我也很高兴。
我进步了！
让我又爱又恨的同桌作文【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 wou
ld 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.
if i were a boy again, i would look on the cheerful side. life is very much like a mirror: if you smile upon it, i smiles back upon you; but if you frown and look doubtful on it, you will get a similar look in return.
inner sunshine warms
not only the heart of the owner, but of all that come in contact with it. “who shuts love out, in turn shall be shut out from love.”
importance of learning very early in life to gain that point where a young boy can stand erect, and decline.
if i were a boy again, i would school myself to say no more often. i might write pages on the doing an unworthy act because it is unworthy.
if i were a boy again, i would demand of myself more courtesy towards my companions and friends, and indeed towards strangers as well. the smallest courtesies along the rough roads of life are like the little birds that sing to us all winter long, and make that season of ice and snow more endurable.
finally, instead of trying hard to be happy, as if that were the sole purpose of life, i would, if i were a boy again, i would still try harder to make others happy.
