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初中满分作文以及点评（国外英文资料） The story of the wall In the first rain of early summer, there was no more sticky and bitter herbs in the air, and the smell of fresh mint sugar permeated the air. The feeling was silky, like silk brushing the faces of people. In the corner of the city, I found a low courtyard wall. Outside the wall, there were piles of boulders and boulders, mixed with a handful of wet sand and mud. Out of curiosity, I looked up at the wall, some of the hard, but not high walls gave me a clear look. Oh my god, what a wonderful thing! An abandoned courtyard, under the roots of the house, was a cluster of fat mushrooms, with a few silvery green grass, and a few small flowers in the middle. The flowers are not bright, but a few petals of pure white surround the delicate and soft golden blossom. I stared, and now and then the water fell from the wall to the shoe, and deep into the fibers I didnt know. In the mind suddenly flashed a red apricot come out of the wall the line, but think that the red apricot is too foolish: inside the wall is not better than the outside wall? ! Since then, the adventure has never been forgotten. Then, after a rain, I came again. But there is a change. The wall was torn down. A heap of broken walls, a mixture of former flowers, former grass and everything. The muddy water flowed, and I didnt have to do any more to see it. The grass is a weed. The flowers are the wild flowers. They grow in the mud, and they cannot see any beauty. I was disappointed. Before long, it seemed to have something to do with it. Is there a way of creating beauty in distance? The walls and the walls of the walls, and all of which are beyond our reach, have a subtle fascination. Without that diaphragm, everything is in control, but its not very interesting. This man is so fond of himself that he will do nothing when he is not. But it was a useless thing. The wind was blowing, the air was still fresh, but it seemed to be different. Why is that? I threw away my borin