In daily study, work and life, everyone has written a composition. Composition is a narrative method in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in their memory in written form. So the question is, how to write an excellent essay? Below are the excellent compositions about stories in corners that I have collected (selected 13 articles). I hope it can help everyone. The Story in the Corner Excellent Composition Part 1
The wind blew away your smile, the memory brought back my memories, and the smile at the corner of my mouth gradually spread. On the campus, on the grass, two figures stood and sat. Quiet like you, active like me, you sit quietly on the lawn, holding a classic book in your hand, just like a treasure, reading it slowly and enjoying it. And I stretched out my arms, looked up at the blue sky, and shouted loudly.
"Hey, it's so noisy." She put down the book in her hand and said.
"I am noisy."
"You are noisy." She replied to me unceremoniously.
"Really?" I asked pretending to be aggrieved.
"Yes. Don't pretend to be wronged for me, don't you understand you?" She said helplessly.
We looked at each other and laughed.
“No one knows me better than you.”
“I really didn’t know that we two people with completely different personalities could be friends.”
"This is called complementation of personalities."
On campus, we were holding hands and laughing, which is the most beautiful scene in my memory.
We will laugh together and cry together.
I remember that time we all failed the exam. Looking at the teacher’s disappointed expression and thinking of our parents’ scolding after returning home, we couldn’t help but shed tears.
You quickly adjusted yourself, came to my seat, smiled, and said to me: "It's over, everything starts from today."
I looked at you , even though tears are still hanging on my face, even though I feel sadder than me, I still smile so brightly. I know you want to comfort me.
Bring the test paper and analyze each question with me.
In the classroom, we were holding hands and encouraging each other. This is the most beautiful picture in my memory.
Of course, it’s more than that. Every day and every moment with you is the most beautiful picture, a picture worth remembering, a picture that will never be erased.
A few months later, you transferred to another school. Before leaving, we hugged each other and cried hard. We all treat each other as close friends. If you leave, who will come to comfort you at the first moment, who will cheer to the blue sky and wave to the white clouds with me, who will laugh and cry with me again.
Thank you for your bright smile that lights up my sky. Thank you for sharing your feelings and keeping me in your heart. Friendship is the brightest star, my life is beautiful because of you.
I will cherish this friendship forever. You are the most precious corner in my heart. The Story in the Corner Excellent Composition Part 2
Corner, corner, the story happened in that small corner, and that day, I witnessed that story.
When I was walking home, there was suddenly a sound of meowing and meowing. I turned around and saw that it was two male cats fighting. They were rolling in the corner. , hissing and biting, like two devils, their hair is messy and their clothes are disheveled, their eyes are red and bloodshot, and their claws are as shiny as steel, with bright red bloodshot eyes on them.
Why do they fight? Only then did I discover a female cat lying on the wall. Her coat was as pure as snow, her behavior was as elegant as a princess, and her eyes were as "dazzling" as sapphires. No wonder the two male cats fought so ferociously, they were fighting for their mates.
More than ten minutes passed, and finally a cat was defeated, fell down, and made a painful mewing sound. The sound revealed helplessness and unwillingness, and was mixed with pain at the same time. But it could no longer move and could do nothing; it could only stare at its love rival and its beloved female cat and walk away, disappearing in an instant.
I am hesitating, should I let him fend for himself, or should I take him home as a treasure?
I slowly approached it and stroked it gently; seeing that it did not resist, I took it home...cleaned its wounds, bandaged it with medicine, and fed it water. And cat food...
But the next day, it ran back to that "corner" and built a nest there. I passed by it after school and saw it still looking at the wall.
Hey, what an infatuated male cat!
One week passed, two weeks passed, and in the third week, it disappeared. Maybe it found a new love, maybe it was adopted, or it went to "heaven". I think it left with regret and loneliness, and it also left with unwillingness and pain.
There is an eternal principle in the animal kingdom - the weak eat the strong. The same is true among humans, so we must improve our ability to survive in a world where the jungle is strong. Excellent Composition of Stories in Corners Part 3
Small corners are mostly covered in dust and are always places where inconspicuous things exist. My father, who has a tiny body, left a tiny impression on me. I am afraid that he always hides his body in corners where no one can see him. The same goes for fatherly love, hiding silently.
In our village, people always think that boys can pass on the incense, but what about daughters? Raising a man to marry is a waste of time. Our homes are no different. The younger brother is the apple of the family's eye. My father often goes out to work and is almost silent at home. I rarely talk to my father.
In the last period of the second grade of junior high school, a parent-teacher meeting was held. That day, my father happened to come home. After not seeing him for half a year, he seemed much older. I gave him a cold look and said, "Can you come to the parent-teacher conference this afternoon?" He seemed a little surprised that I didn't let him go to the parent-teacher conference. He nodded.
"Dad, you're back." The younger brother shouted, breaking the awkward atmosphere between father and daughter. "The teacher wants you to go to the parent-teacher meeting this afternoon!" He said, "I will go to your sister's class, I promised her." The younger brother looked unhappy and didn't even eat much lunch. My father told me, "I'll go to my brother's class first, and then I'll go to your class." I immediately felt that I had no hope. When the class meeting started, I knew even more clearly that my father was just trying to prevaricate me, and he would not come to my class. After the class meeting started, although I kept looking around the classroom, I knew there would be no results. Later I simply stopped looking. When I got home, I didn't blame my father. In fact, I didn't even look at him.
On the way to school the next day, my good friend Qiqi said to me: "Uncle wore new clothes yesterday." I asked puzzledly: "Where did you see him?" "It's in the corner of the classroom."
After school, I deliberately walked over, looked at my father, and asked, "Why were you hiding in the corner during the class meeting yesterday?" He lowered his head, as if he had done something wrong. The child stood at a loss and said softly: "Didn't I get there late?"
Later, I would occasionally stare at the corner of the classroom, and it seemed that my father was still there. A touch of warmth flowed into my heart. The things in the corner may be too small, but they can only feel precious if you put your heart into them. Excellent composition of the story in the corner, Part 4
The grass in the corner is so inconspicuous and small, but in their lives, they contain a tenacious vitality.
The grass in the corner has been forgotten and ignored, but they have never been sad or cried, and they still grow tenaciously.
When people see the grass in the corner, they don’t take it seriously. They don’t care about it or pay attention to it.
They may not be lush enough, but who has ever thought that the grass in the corner has no fertile soil, no abundant rain, and no enough sunshine. Through their countless efforts, they have lived strongly in the harsh environment. They got out of the narrow gap in the corner. Who knows how much hard work they put in? Do you know how bitter they are? Do you know how tenacious they are? Have you experienced their joy?
They once wanted to give up, but they could not. They had their own lofty goals, beautiful dreams and firm beliefs. No matter how hard and tired they were, they would still grow tenaciously. They want to poke their heads out from the corner to see this wonderful and novel world, and they will not give up even if it is only for a few days.
One time, I was playing the piano. This piece of music was very difficult to play, so I didn’t want to play it anymore, so I went out to relax alone. I was walking on the quiet road, and suddenly I saw the grass in the corner. They were so proud, so upright, and so strong. They persevere and never give up until they reveal the joy of success. Behind them, there are countless setbacks, pains, and difficulties blocking them, but they do not give up and keep moving forward towards their dreams. I thought to myself: Am I not even as good as them? Thinking about it, I immediately returned home and practiced playing the piano again. After hard work, I finally mastered the difficult piece of music.
Grass in the corner, maybe you are so inconspicuous in the eyes of others, but I admire you! Excellent Composition of Stories in the Corner Part 5
Calm down and observe the legendary stories happening in the corner that you have ignored.
Slow down and go to every corner of the world. Go to the beach and watch the thin line of water and sky, the ebb and flow of the tide, count the precious sands, and pick up shells; go to the desert and watch the long stretches of yellow sand; go to the south of the Yangtze River and watch the fireflies flying...
The world is picturesque, Vast and boundless. But that wild flower growing in the corner has a different flavor...
The rain was pouring down, getting heavier and heavier. I looked out the window and saw a gray sky, and I suddenly felt a lot lost. Then came lightning, thunder and strong winds. Rain ruthlessly hits all things; thunder ruthlessly tortures the ears of some children; wind ruthlessly blows all things... Sit quietly: listen to the wind blowing the rain, and listen to the rain blowing the wind. I was playing with the things on the desk listlessly, looking out the window inadvertently, and was suddenly attracted by the flower growing in the corner. It was a wild flower, and some of the petals had been gnawed by insects and had a few small holes. The rain beats on its petals mercilessly, but it never wavers; the wind blows on it mercilessly, but it appears to be extra energetic and never bends down; the thunder seems to chop it mercilessly to death, but it never gives in. Still standing upright. Could it be that it contains huge energy, I couldn't help but ask myself...
The rain stopped, the wind calmed down, and the thunder stopped. The sky is as blue as washed, as spotless as wiped glass, so clear and transparent. A seven-color rainbow appeared in the blue sky. It solidified all the soft colors in the world high in the sky, and the various colors complemented each other. Look up at the rainbow and you may get luck and success! The flower looked particularly energetic, green, dazzling, and clear. The dewdrops rolled on the leaves and petals, making them look particularly translucent. A breeze blew by, and the flower swayed slightly. It was beautiful and lovely. Why is such a beautiful and lovely flower not appreciated by others? (Although there were several small holes in some petals) I walked to the flower and found that there was a small bud next to the flower, which was about to bloom! When I turned around, I saw that the flowers in the bush were already crumbling and had no energy at all. It turns out that the pampered flower in this flower bush is not as good as that wild flower! And the beauty of wild flowers is not inferior to that of bright flowers. Why... I still don't understand it in my heart... That's it: I don't know the true beauty of wild flowers, I only know that the beautiful flowers are stunning... My heart is like a surge, the tide rises and falls, Turbulent and surging...
This is true for flowers and so for people.
People who have never experienced strong winds and waves will never understand why that gorgeous flower cannot withstand the violent storm, but that wild flower can survive calmly and peacefully... Only when the waves wash away the sand can treasures be found...
A few days later, the wild flower attracted swarms of bees and butterflies; and the little flower bud was facing the sunshine and breeze, trying to grow... Story in the Corner Excellent Composition Chapter 6
There are a few good memories hidden in the corners that people don’t notice. Open the door of memory and you can recall the embarrassing things at that time.
When I was 10 years old, I was addicted to mobile phones all day long. Maybe it was because I was young and ignorant. Whenever I had time, I would pick up my mobile phone and play with it. I soon got glasses. My mother wanted to To prevent my eyesight from getting worse, I always keep my phone with me and don’t give me a chance, and I will steal the phone when my mother is not paying attention.
That time my mother and I were sitting on the sofa watching TV, and my mother put the phone aside, but even so, I didn’t dare to act easily. After a while, I glanced at my mother sitting aside. I didn’t know it until I saw it, but I was shocked when I saw it. It turned out that my mother was asleep on the sofa. God helped me. I slowly straightened up and held the sofa with my hands, trying not to make any noise from it. Perhaps it was because of Murphy's law. I heard a "crunch" and I was so scared that I quickly lay down. At the same time, I didn't forget to look at my mother. It was okay. Mom didn't wake up.
So I changed my strategy and planned to get the phone first. I stretched out my hand, and my whole body was at a 45-degree angle. Just when I was about to get the phone, my mother suddenly turned over and I landed on the sofa. Phew, so dangerous. My mother didn't wake up, so I took the phone, jumped up from the bed, glanced at my mother, and then quickly walked to my room.
Just as I was having fun in the corner of the room, the door suddenly opened with a "squeak". I was so frightened that I turned off my phone, hid it under the pillow, climbed into bed, closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. I squinted my eyes and took a peek, and sure enough, it was my mother who came. She snorted coldly: "Are you having fun?" I yelled something bad in my heart...
The wonderful memories in the corner are yearning, and the things in the corner are touching. The Story in the Corner Excellent Composition Part 7
I have a twin sister. Mom said: "My sister and I have been together since we were in her belly. Apart from my parents, my sister is the person closest to me."
We both love to play at home and in the yard. , the laughter of my sister and I can always be heard on the school playground.
One day, we were wandering around the house. Suddenly, I saw a milky white box in the corner of the room. I was curious: "What is in here? Could it be something mysterious?" Thinking of this, I called my sister over and we couldn't wait to open it. This box.
It turned out to be dad’s toolbox, which contained a hammer, screwdriver, wrench, etc. At my suggestion, we followed our father's example and picked up these things and knocked them. I took a screwdriver and stood behind the door pretending to repair the wall. My sister did the same with me, and we tinkered with the wall. After a while, we successfully made a small hole, and we were very excited.
Just when we were about to continue digging, a gray gecko with black spots suddenly ran out from the corner. It frightened both of us, and my sister was even more frightened and shouted: "Ah! There is a gecko, help me!" I was so scared that I was worried that the gecko would bite my sister. I wanted to run away but couldn't move. I thought: "I am a man, I want to protect my sister!" So I mustered up the courage to stand in front of my sister, stretched out my arms, and stared at the gecko, for fear that it would bite my sister.
At this time, my father heard my sister’s shout and came over and asked: "What's wrong?" I replied: "We dug a hole in the wall, and a gecko ran out of the corner. I Protected my sister!" The gecko was gone. Dad saw the hole in the wall and the tools on the floor, and said angrily: "Look at the good things you have done, I still have to repair it. Just wait for the beating, but because the younger brother still knows how to protect his sister, he won't beat him." You guys, hurry up and clean up." Dad kept his word and didn't beat us.
Later, every time I thought about this, the toolbox and the gecko in the corner, I felt a sense of pride and felt like a little man! Story in the Corner Excellent Composition Chapter 8
"Ring, ring, ring", the alarm clock sang a cheerful song to wake me up. I got up in a daze, but I never noticed a corner of the desk, stationery. They were quietly returning to their rooms.
It turns out that in the dead of night, when everything is silent, the desk becomes a stage for stationery. The thin pencil slowly pushed open a crack in the door, blinked his eyes, poked his head out, looked left and right, and quickly retracted into the room. After waiting for a few seconds, he stretched out his ear again, listened carefully, and then turned around and said excitedly: "Friends, the little master is asleep. Everyone, come out quickly!" Before he finished speaking, one after another ran out of the room. Little guy.
The topic discussed today is who has the greater credit. Now the stage, which was not quiet at first, seemed to explode. The pen jumped to the middle, sighed, and complained: "Oh, do you know? Now I am exhausted every day. The master basically keeps me in his hand all day long, and the ink is rubbed down." He glanced at me as he spoke. He glanced at his pencil and said, "Are you feeling comfortable?"
"How powerful do you think you are, but you still have to rely on me?" A voice with a disdainful tone came over, and everyone saw that they were all dressed in black. Yi's ink sac squatted in the shadow, and the pen seemed to want to defend himself. His mouth just opened and then slowly closed again. "What's there to argue about? I must be the one who deserves the most credit." A proud and arrogant voice sounded, "Every time the master writes a typo, it's me who corrects it. No trace is left, and the paper is Get whiter," the correction tape said as it squeezed into the center.
In this way, a good discussion gradually turned into a quarrel. Everyone was talking about it. You said something and I said something. Confessions, praises, and accusations are endless. I couldn't stand the eraser on the side anymore. I took away the red pencil and pen in front of me, walked to the middle in a few steps, waved my hands, and said loudly and seriously: "Stop arguing! Each of us has our own work, as long as we do it well." If you are making your own contribution, you will all get credit, there is no need to argue about big or small." Everyone was silent after listening to Rubber's words, and couldn't help but nod.
A ray of sunshine shines on the desk, and the earth outside the window dispels the cold night, and warmth is everywhere. The breeze blows, the leaves rustle and sing, and the birds on the branches sing their own music scores, in harmony with the melody of the leaves. Wherever the sun goes, everything becomes alive. The friends on the stage, bathed in the morning light, walk back to their rooms in an orderly manner, waiting for the day's work to come. The Story in the Corner Excellent Composition Part 9
Perhaps it is because there are few people coming and going, and the few people who pass by occasionally just walk by in a hurry with their heads lowered, and this place has gradually been forgotten. Just like the most hidden and unknown alley in the city, it is located in the southeast corner of my balcony, and it seems that it will continue to be ignored so calmly.
But it is a wonderful place. Sometimes I stole snacks hidden by my father from the kitchen cabinet. I couldn't bear to eat them for a while, so I hid them on the balcony, moved several pots of delicate clivias as cover, and piled them up in layers. Often the bottom of the flower pot is full of crushed biscuit crumbs, or some old candy that is so hard that it makes your teeth sore. Sometimes you may find the remains of some beetles, which must have been dropped by a heavy book while carrying food. Crushing.
My parents don’t know these things. They just say that they have a bad memory and they can’t find things when they put them away. So why do those things that were lost during the cleaning appear sporadically on the balcony? they often ask.
If it is an early autumn evening, the weather has just turned slightly cooler, and the autumn insects are already busy chirping. Living in a low-floor house, the balcony faces a large green tree. Although it can only be seen from a distance but not close, the leaves can also be seen from a distance but cannot be seen waving hands. But the sound of autumn insects is already like thunder and the sound of cars. It must have been a cold dusk, when the persimmons on the branches were not yet ripe, the remaining glow in the corner of the fence gradually faded away, the crows crowed hoarsely around the decaying village, and the autumn insects also began to hiss in a panic.
First there was a sound that was so weak that it was almost inaudible, moving rustlingly in the gaps between the leaves. The sound seemed to be fading away soon, but suddenly it screamed loudly, shaking the dark green and slender leaves. Swaying in the cold wind, it seems that the slightly cold air is enough to penetrate the fat accumulated in the tree trunks for many years.
The chirping of autumn insects became more and more urgent, and then it was so fast that the gasps in between could not be heard at all, only the violent and melancholy roar could be heard. I think those must be their sad words that have been brewing for a whole summer. They don't need expressions to vent them. Their voices have already surpassed all actions in the world. Standing at the corner of the balcony, you can see the infinite world. The ancients said: "If you listen to the rhyme of pine trees in the forest and the sound of springs on rocks in silence, you will recognize the natural sounds of heaven and earth." To listen to the clear sound and appreciate the beauty of nature, you need a quiet corner to let go of your heavy and tired heart.
I often fantasize about lying on a high mountain, in a corner forgotten by the whole world, between the ethereal world of heaven and earth, quietly looking into the eyes of my soul.
I think there must be a quiet corner in this universe, a place that even the stars in the sky cannot reach. Just like the corner of the balcony, it is my habitat.
I’m afraid there is no such thing as a corner in the world. It’s just that a place is slightly more desolate than other places, so it’s called a corner. Many people are in such a hurry and anxious that they don't even have the experience of being alone in a corner and looking up at the stars, let alone paying attention to the stories happening in the corner. Story in the Corner Excellent Composition Chapter 10
"Look at the red clouds and realize their brightness; look at the white clouds and realize their curls; look at the mountains and realize their graceful beauty; look at the rivers and seas and realize their vastness.
——Wang Yongbin's "Night Talk Around the Fireplace"
Some people love frost, love its whiteness, love its elegance;
Some people love fog, love its haziness, Love its ethereal nature;
Some people love snow, its purity, its elegance;
Some people love dew, its crystal clearness, its petiteness and exquisiteness... …
In fact, as long as the inner balance is not biased to one side and you look at everything in the world with appreciation, you will feel that everything in the world has its own outstanding features. There is no bright spot.
Appreciation is the basis of confidence, the source of strength, the searchlight that opens the road to life, and the golden key that opens the door to success.
Selfishness, jealousy of talents and talents are the actions of fools; mutual appreciation and mutual complementation are the actions of the wise.
Throughout the history, we seem to hear people's regrets about Cao Cao's killing of Yang Xiu. , it was precisely because Cao Cao could not look at Yang Xiu with appreciation that he had to endure the helplessness of all his advisers leaving one by one, and that he had to endure the pain of not being able to complete his hegemony until his death.
" The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. "Zhang Liang and Han Xin are like two stars, shining brightly in the vast starry sky of history. They appreciate each other and complement each other. Only then can they achieve the success of "strategizing and winning thousands of miles away", and only then can the Han Dynasty achieve success. Unification and prosperity.
Why are their endings so different?
It can be seen from the above: Jealousy can cause Cao Cao to betray his relatives, and Cao Cao's actions are like those of Zang and Ni. It was a fool's move to destroy Mencius; mutual appreciation allowed Zhang Liang and Han Xin to establish their prestige and achievements in the Han Dynasty, adding two more dazzling stars in the historical sky.
Appreciation keeps the blue sky from fading, keeps the youth from falling, and makes the mountain flowers romantic in every corner of the world.
Appreciation keeps you and me brilliant! Excellent Essay on Stories in the Corner 11
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When the last wild goose flies away, when the last leaf on the tree turns yellow, autumn comes. This year’s autumn comes a little late. Jie likes autumn the most, just like the blue of the sky. She is now a middle school student.
When Jie first came to this school, she was full of curiosity about everything here. Jie swore to the leaves that she would try her best and do something of her own. A career.
In the first class, what impressed Jie the most was the head teacher's eyes, which were sharp but kind. That day, her seat was arranged in the first row.
In the blink of an eye, it is already late autumn. Jie didn't understand why she was placed in the fifth row despite being short. She also found that the class teacher's eyes were no longer kind. Instead, there seemed to be extreme disgust for her. Jie herself did not expect that a failure in a monthly exam would lead to her receiving such treatment. But she still wanted to work hard, just like a little swallow that was lagging behind, trying to flap its wings, hoping to catch up with the big army.
Another autumn is coming. Ke Jie no longer likes the falling yellow leaves as before. She hates bare branches. When talking about Jie now, no one will think of that energetic and expectant look back then. Jie is sitting in the corner now. Although she is still a member of the class, no one cares about her existence. It is like she lives in a vacuum and is completely isolated. She had lost interest in class, and she also understood that the words on the blackboard no longer had any vitality. Going to class and speaking were entirely the preserve of top students; she also discovered that the teacher's eyes no longer looked this way, not even a pityful glance. Yes, this corner is too dark. "The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass". This place is like a circle drawn by Sun Wukong's golden hoop, completely isolated and completely forgotten. It seems that this place is a thunder pool, and all the teachers will not step beyond the thunder pool. Jie was completely disappointed.
It’s autumn again. Jie wandered alone on the path covered with fallen leaves. The sky is still blue, but Kejie is like a bird with broken wings. It wants to fly, but can no longer fly... Story in the Corner Excellent Composition 12
Life is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of beauty. It’s because I lack the eyes to discover beauty. With the eyes to discover beauty, I go looking for the corner of happiness. ——Inscription
I like the feeling of going home from school alone, it is magically full of happiness. Carrying a purple schoolbag and riding a dark blue bicycle, I walked freely through the avenues and alleys alone. The breeze left no trace, but it brought the breath of summer, full of vitality. She suddenly turned and bumped into me who was returning home. It eliminates my impetuousness and boredom of the day, calms my mood quietly, and makes me feel relaxed and happy.
My happy corner: the light tranquility on the way home.
The atmosphere in the class was very quiet. Teacher Ren was very excited when she spoke on the podium, and we in the audience silently remembered it in our hearts. Although our class does not have as strong a learning atmosphere as the class next door, everyone has a milestone of struggle hidden in their hearts. The sun lazily shines through the window and shines warmly on the teacher's face. The teacher's glasses reflect the light of struggle and shine brightly. It makes people feel eager to fight, so warm and happy.
My happy corner: the warm struggle in class.
I held my friend’s hand and roamed among the picturesque West Lake. I once again made an appointment with my friends, walked side by side with them, and chatted about interesting things on campus. The gentle moonlight shines on the sparkling lake, and the warm light envelopes the earth, surrounding me and my friends. The joy and smile of that moment, combined with the soft moonlight, form a gentle and elegant frame forever. In the heart, the inner lake ripples in circles with the breeze of friendship.
My happy corner: the gentle and elegant feeling of roaming with friends on the road.
My happy corner is deserted. But it is a pot of fine wine, fragrant and delicious, which makes me intoxicated; like a pair of slender hands playing my heart harp, the lingering sound lingers; like layers of waves gently hitting the touching place in my heart. My happy corner is deserted... Story in the Corner Excellent Composition Chapter 13
There is a legend in a village that you cannot put your hands on the ground in the dark, otherwise it will attract the undead underground!
One day, in an ordinary rural family, the adults in the family went to plow the fields, leaving behind the only child in the family.
The child was playing with his toys. Suddenly, the toy It fell into the shade under the table. Dark place.
The child crawled under the table to pick up his toys.
Unexpectedly, his hand fell on the ground. When he came out, he found that the world seemed different from before. The scene used to be colorful, but now it is black everywhere, and there are mountains of corpses, rivers of blood, and human arms. thigh. The first-class parts were scattered all over the floor, scaring the children so much that they ran away. Suddenly, he felt like he hit something? He raised his head and took a look. It didn't matter if he didn't look at it. He was shocked when he saw it.
He saw that he was born. The parents who adopted him were hung on the doorpost of his house, and his parents' eyeballs were dug out and placed on their hands.
The internal organs were dug out and thrown on the ground. His tongue fell under his chin and his orifices were bleeding.
The child was immediately frightened and stopped for a while. He didn't know whether it was his instinctive reaction or his intuition that made him run outside. When he ran outside, he couldn't believe it. The scene outside was chemically green, and there were hordes of people walking like zombies outside. At this time, the child felt someone pulling his feet and sinking. Sinking...