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I could see that she did not expect me to be here. Her eyes were staring fiercely at me, as if I had taken away her everything and was her biggest enemy. I tried to look away, running away from her sight.

However, it did not work. She walked slowly towards me. As she was approaching, I could feel that my hands were trembling. She was then only half kilometer away from me. She held me on my left arm and pulled me towards her, then she said,"How dare you take part in this competition?Who do you think you are?"

I looked into her eyes quietly. There was something inside those two beautiful eyes. I saw fire burning vigorously, I knew her spirit and will to win was strong. But, I saw fear as well. She was afraid of me, I always knew that.

Therefore, I pushed away her hand softly, smiled at her, and then walked away, like nothing had happened.

She was Felicia, the richest family's daughter in our town. Like me, she was fond of music. However, we never got along for I was only a girl who got the chance to learn piano because of the teacher's sympathic to me.

Felicia thought she was a good pianist, but I was the one who always got praises. She hated me very much because of this. Therefore, when she knew that the payment for this "International Royal Piano Music Competition" was RM 300, she was very happy because I could not afford to pay that much. However, she did not know that the teacher had helped me to settle the payment.

The competition started at 8 o'clock sharp. Felicia was the tenth contestant while I was the last contestant for our category. When it was her turn, she walked out to the stage with a broad smile on her face confidently and gracefully. She was dressed in white, like an angel, and so did her song. It was one of the hardest songs composed by the famous pianist, Beethoven.

The piece was soft and peaceful. Everyone, including the judges of course, was indulged into it. Me, myself as well. It was absolutely a good piece, and Felicia played it well. She won the loud applause from all the audience, the judges and the other contestants.

My confidence began to fade away. She was too perfect to be surpassed. It was impossible! I was scared, trembling again. However, the brilliant thought came into my mind suddenly. I told myself I was here only to gain experience, there was no need to scare. I just had to do my best. The prizes worth nothing to me!

When my name was announced as the last contestant, I walked with the very best 'calm-state' of mine, trying to hide my fear. The stage was big, the grand piano was put in the middle of it. The piano was huge too, like the sizes of two Gen-2 cars.

I sat on the chair, put my hands on the keyboard, and began my song. The melody was calm, it flew in my hand, my mind and my heart.

The night was beautiful, I played the piece with all my souls.

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失恋的爱情海 ~ 改编自SHE《热带雨林》

爱情海中，
你陪我看天空，
我投入你怀抱青丝给你弄。
思绪无法通一不留意手就松，
难道这道理还不懂？

朦朦胧胧，
我投入你怀中，
却找不到当初你给的感动。
你想要挽救感情却都没有用，
千言万语让我心痛。

情绪终于失控，
美好回忆消失中，
我手机信箱里还是那么空，
花园里的花朵已经不为你而种，
我决定把我心给放空~

我的心已冷冻，
也不再为你而痛，
对你弹奏的情歌无动于衷，
因为爱情空洞，
海水不再汹涌，
我们的爱情埋在海中。

与组员一起讨论出来的。

我的乐园

记忆里朦胧地有着那几片琐碎的画面：一间简陋的高脚屋，屋子下总有几只公鸡母鸡在啄着饭粒；屋子左侧有的是一口井，望下去，只见井水在表面上摇动，与其作伴的，是长住井里，那一点点儿的青苔； 屋子的右方则是一片空地，面积不大，却足够让几个小孩儿在那追逐嬉戏。

记忆，朦胧地告诉我：我曾在这儿追逐。

那一个晚上，又是沉寂的夜。四周弥漫着压力的空气——考试将近了。年终考试正加快着脚步前进，而我，却无动于衷。就在我入寝前的那一刻，记忆中朦胧的画面又再次出现了。

啊！那是五岁的我呀！头发被剪得非常的短，发尾总不会长过耳朵，活像个小娃娃。而那时候的我，的确单纯得像个娃娃。心里存着的，就只有快乐。就算被爸爸妈妈骂哭了，只要有一只棒棒糖，或一颗糖果，便足以再次看见我的笑容。

记得爸爸曾说过，我的笑容，是他的蓝天。我听了哈哈大笑。虽然小小的脑袋不明白爸爸的意思，但我依然被幸福包围着。那个时候，爸爸在高脚屋里对着我笑。

那一间高脚屋，我心底最怀念的乐园。

自从移居城市，我再也没有见到我的乐园了。这一个乐园，没有摩天轮Eye Of Malaysia，也没有海盗船。它蕴藏着的，是我人生路程里最欢乐的时光。

曾与我天天在那一小片空地追逐的儿时玩伴，至今亦已失去了联络。孩提时期的我们，总喜欢在我的高脚屋附近玩捉迷藏。累了，就直接走进屋里大睡一场。由于高脚屋是木做的，下午时分老是那么热，于是睡到满身汗的我们干脆从高脚屋左边的井里抽水一起洗澡。顽皮的我们还喜欢向对方拨水，你一点我一滴，开心的笑声差点儿没传到整个乡村去。

幼小时候的我亦时常与妈妈在高脚屋后种点蔬菜。妈妈很喜欢种菜，而我，很喜欢看妈妈种菜。妈妈被太阳公公弄得汗流浃背了，我喜欢拿手帕帮妈妈抹汗；妈妈为菜儿捉害虫，我喜欢跟在妈妈后面看她捉害虫。多少的时光，我们母女俩一起欢乐度过，就在这高脚屋的后面。

记忆里，我在高脚屋居住的日子好开心，好开心。在那里没有现在的功课压力，没有整天上课补习的日子，更重要的，那里有着我失去已久的家庭温暖！

住进了城市后，爸爸妈妈都只顾着工作，经过时间的打击，后来竟成了陌生人！而我，却不断地被逼着读书、考试、读书、考试……

近日妈妈还把我送来了寄宿学校，让我在这儿自生自灭，而她却与新家庭共享天伦！

我好难过，那一种揪心的痛，不知向谁倾诉才好。我好怀念以前在高脚屋里的生活，那种天天开心，天天欢乐的日子！

在寂寞的侵蚀下，我掉下了孤独的泪水，又有谁知晓？

我不渴望有人明了，我只想回到我的乐园——那间简陋的高脚屋里！

但，我好似已失去了它，在很久以前。


如果跟上次的评分水准一样，这一篇会的多少呢？^^
真的是麻烦大家每次都要看这种东西。>_<

这是一篇关于爸爸的作文

不小心看到这么一篇文章：

小时候的我爱骑脚踏车。那时候的自己不知天高地厚，拿了脚车即学着哥哥一脚跨上去骑了起来。由于身子还小力道不足的关系，脚车左摇右摆，最后把我也摇了下来。这时候，一抹粗壮的身影出现，向我伸出大大只的援手。我拍拍手掌，用我的小手抓着那身影的大手。一抬起头，本以为会看到温柔的笑容，怎知映入我眼帘的竟是皱着的眉头，未等我有反应，就开骂起来。

那抹身影，没错，是我老爸。啊不！那时候的他还年轻，该叫“年轻爸”。

年轻的爸爸不是文人，一点儿都不体贴。想起刚从脚车上跌下来的自己后来竟在爸爸的“不会踏不要学人踏啦”、“你看脚车坏了啦”、“酱矮酱小，怎样去踏那种脚车？”中度过整个晚上，我到现在都还会“噗嗤”一声笑出来。

对，爸爸不是文人，用的华语不过是当年在几年小学生涯里听过的，并不正规。他一边用他的华语骂我，双手却不停地搓我脚上的瘀青。而年幼的我除了忙着“听懂”他的华语，还为脚上不时传来的疼痛掉眼泪。“沉默是金”，他没有嘘寒问暖。

那一晚，我在孤独的泪水中入睡。

但，年轻的爸爸亦不是粗人。爸爸学识浅薄，却懂得“活到老，学到老”的道理。

每一天放工回家后，爸爸总会坐到我的琴凳上看报纸。所以从政治到时事、娱乐到副刊，他都略懂些些。甚至连周杰伦什么时候出辑他都知道！<--这个肯定是吹的。

爸爸也很爱用他那不很耐烦的语气叫我们“读书啦，叫你们读书又整天玩电脑！” 呵，还是那不正规的华语，听了总让人有种驳嘴的冲动。于是，我们兄妹三人偶尔会各自与爸爸你一言，我一语地吵嘴。

爸爸激动起来就会面红耳赤，活像个关公，却不会像他那样动武。爸爸再气，也只会大骂我们几句，然后很不爽地自己干活儿去。待大家再见面，又“重拾旧好”般地谈笑。

然后那一天，我们都带着微笑入睡。

那是记忆中爸爸年轻时候的故事。今天心中年轻的爸爸老了，可以改叫“老爸”，却依然改不了他以前的惯性。

“很厉害了啦”仍旧时常在家里响起。

是，他是我老爸。



就这么多。
如果以十分为满分的标准，你们会给这篇作文多少分呢？