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1 flowering season

Waiting, flourishing and blooming. After blooming, wait

——Inscription

What is the flowering season? With a youthful arc, inlaid with a colorful sunshine and a string of joyful notes, this is the flowering season.

What is the flowering season? No matter how fertile the soil is, no crops will grow without ploughing or sowing; Without struggle and creation, no matter how beautiful youth is, it will not bear fruit. This is the flowering season.

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In this colorful flower season, people often use "sentimental" to describe us young men and girls who are in the flower season. So what is "much"? What is "sad"? What is "good"? What is "feeling"?

Once upon a time, we were no longer children who lived a carefree life in the sand outside, but sat in the classroom, study and desk from time to time, biting the pen, thinking... Or writing with a pen, racing against the clock. Once upon a time, we could no longer play aimlessly, but squeezed time to think about how to overcome the obstacles in front of us and how to overcome them Can reduce the burden on the body, so as to make yourself grow better and happier.

Therefore, in the flowering season, we have more responsibilities and more pressure

Because it is the flowering season, our feelings become rich.

Every day, in addition to worrying about our own achievements, we also begin to try to get involved in the emotional affairs between men and women. Even a small action of the other party will attract our attention. We also pay more attention to the relationship with our relatives and friends, especially with our family. From time to time, we will think about whether there is a generation gap between us because of a small thing. In fact, it is a fact Is this really true? This is a question worth pondering in our flowering growth. We will cause many unnecessary worries because of a small rain

It is conceivable that in the flowering season, we are worried about countless feelings

In the past, we may have racked our brains to destroy some things, but now, we may racked our brains to learn how to treat them well; in the past, we may despise the beggars on the roadside, but now, we may lend them our help; in the past, we would hate the changeable environment around us, but now, we may be slow Slowly accepted.

So, in the flowering season, we know to be kind

Thanks, gratitude and so on are not unfamiliar to us, but how many can we really do.

In the flowering season, we begin to pay attention slowly because of our rich feelings. We will organize a classmate party from time to time to thank them for their company; we will go back to see the teacher together from time to time to thank him / her We will begin to pay attention to some festivals about our parents and send them blessings or gifts to express our gratitude to them

It is conceivable that in the flowering season, we understand gratitude

The flowering season opened beautifully, ended quickly, and even caught people by surprise. But it opened very prosperous, so that it occupies an important position in our memories. The only thing we can say is: this youth is over, waiting for the next

2 flowering season

The jasmine flower is defeated, I still smell the fragrance; the cherry flower is decadent, which is the wandering of a warrior; the violet smile is the most beautiful sunshine in winter; and the cactus flower has to enjoy itself.

I am not a person who loves flowers, and I can't afford to raise flowers, because of their weak body, or the sentence "flowers float away and water flows by themselves".

But there is always a flower for you.

Once I passed by the flower market, I came across a pot of five petaled jasmine. I liked it very much, so I put it beside my desk and enjoyed it constantly. The five white petals were as round as jade, surrounded together, and the green stamens in the middle set off the yellow stamens, which seemed to rustle in the wind. What's more amazing is the fragrance, light but not strong, beautiful but not swaggering. Just like my innocence Childhood is as clear and flexible as water. Maybe it's the wrong time or the wrong way. The flowers soon fall, and a piece of jade falls in my heart. Maybe childhood is gone.

Reading fantasy City Guo Jingming often said that cherry blossoms wantonly decadent, and I don't agree with this slightly melancholy writing. But cherry blossoms have just entered my life. To be exact, I haven't seen cherry blossoms, but my imagination can fly across the ocean and enjoy the fragrance of cherry blossoms. What a beautiful holy thing it should be. Their white bodies are waving and showing off in the trees, but it's amazing The Japanese say that cherry blossoms are the symbol of samurai. It's enough to be brilliant. But my short life is full of honor. Just like what a great dream I once had, it will be destroyed immediately after I swaggered. Oh, the youth's dream, like cherry blossoms, decadent with the wind!

Have you ever seen the violet? Have you ever called its name in your dream? The cold wind of winter blows, and you don't have to expect a few plum blossoms in the corner of the wall. The violet is opening wantonly. Let me tell you, the dark purple leaves of the Amethyst open their hearts to the rising sun. They always enjoy the fun of sunshine in the darkest corner. Hey, isn't this the bright and beautiful of youth Does the dark fight? But I am baptized by the sun. Spring is coming, but the violet retreats like a hermit and humbly gives everything to others. Oh, my violet, sleep at ease, and don't forget how beautiful you smile in winter.

Finally, let's talk about cactus flowers. I have to say that it is a miracle and a belief. Life without flowering is not perfect. So I believe that even when the flowers fall, cactus will still stay in that small land, silently enjoy their withering and happily wait for another flowering season.

Flower season! Flower Festival!

In the flowering season, when I sacrifice flowers in this winter full of memories, I just hope that my future road is full of flower fragrance and slowly know how to cherish them as they fall. I can't help humming:

I remember when I was young, you talked and I laughed. Once I sat side by side under the peach tree, the wind was on the branches, the birds were singing, and somehow I fell asleep,

Oh, how many flowers fall in a dream.

3 flowering season

The wind blows a piece of green, a trace of colorful, that is the colorful flower season. We grow up in the flower season, and we feel happy in the growth.

(1) Flowering season

Flowers, with the wind, thank and open, open and thank. Quietly, the wind of youth has blown through the innocent childhood, blown away the naughty time and ushered in the cardamom age.

As time goes by, the times are updating. We are gathered in this flowering season when we are out of childhood. Now we are no longer ignorant children, and there is a trace of maturity in childishness. Fun is no longer our pursuit, but we want to experience the hardships of work. Lollipops are no longer our desire, but we want to try the bitterness of coffee. Yes, in the colorful flowering season , fragrant lilies, and we bloom the eternal oath of loyalty.

Years are like flowers. In the brilliant season, we walk hand in hand.

(2) Grow

A beautiful memory, a deep love song.

Ignorant you and I are walking slowly on the road of life. We are pursuing, we are struggling. The road we have traveled, whether long or short, has our own footprints, whether deep, shallow or crooked, are the traces of our pursuit. What we have done, whether right or wrong, has our own shadow, whether large or small, more or less, is us The brand of struggle. Dancing with books, the fragrance of books; sleeping with the moon, the moon is bright. In our own days, we are silkworm pupae, trying to break through and become beautiful moths; we are moths, bravely fighting the fire and looking for the light we have been longing for for for for a long time; we are light, unremitting pursuit of truth. We will not give up our mission, we let ourselves grow Stand the test.

Growth is the road, the road is growth. In the years of growth, we have no regrets.

(3) Happy

The flowers are laughing, see? The trees are laughing, see?

Happiness is not only a feeling, but also an experience. In the process of growing up, I show / I am happy; I stand on the podium / I am happy; I have done a good deed / I am happy; every success in growing up / I am happy. Happiness is a transparent air, always around us. If you are arrogant, then it does not belong to you; if you experience it with your heart, then it is A beating feeling, it is your happiness. Happiness is a harvest of growth, so let us appreciate happiness in growth. Happiness is a song, singing joy and sadness, we are happy and sad; happiness is an umbrella, which is against the wind and rain of life, we are free from wind and rain; happiness is a steelyard, the weight weighs the fame and wealth in the day, and we have no desire for fame and wealth. Happy with your happiness, happy with my happiness, happy with his happiness! Life is a treasure of happiness!

Happiness is like a lamp, happiness is like fire! On happy days, our classmates share candles!

The flowering season belongs to you! Growth makes you! Happiness is with you!

4 flowering season

February

On February 25, I reluctantly came to No. 1 middle school, which soon became famous in the whole city. However, as a transfer student, everything here seems so strange. Among the teachers and students who come and go, they can't see the laughter on the campus in the past, but nerds who race against the clock with textbooks. The 42 inch LCD ultra-thin TV in the classroom attracts people's attention and learn Xi's equipment is better than that of the original junior middle school. Ceramic tiles are paved and curtains are hung on both sides, giving people a feeling of home.

I was assigned to class s, which has a simple style of study and is divided into strong excellent classes. In the first class, I was invited to the podium to introduce myself. In the face of these excellent students, I looked a little timid, blushed and said a few words. I was assigned to the corner to sit at the same table with a boy half a head taller than me. He had a pair of eyes and his skin was a little dark This is a self-study class. Soon after I sat down, he sent me a note, "my name is Xiang, you?" "Xueer" I looked at him. He smiled at me and showed his white teeth.

The second section is math class, which is my worst subject. I was so confused when I listened to what the math teacher said. Suddenly, the teacher said, "I heard that your class is a new excellent student, so please answer." the students stared at me. I stood up and didn't know what to do. I was going to say I won't, and whispered "36" next to me So I answered, "the answer is" 36 ", and the math teacher was very happy:" ah, this student is too smart to do such a difficult problem. "The students also cast envious eyes and clapped their hands, and I knew it. After sitting down, I gave Xiang a" thank you "and he replied to me

"You're welcome." later, when I asked, I knew that Xiang's mathematics has always been the first in this class. For me, this poor math student, he ran to ask him whenever he had a problem, and he always explained it to me patiently.

In this way, I hurried through February in No. 1 middle school, and when I was not aware of it, March came quietly.

March

In mid March, when I gradually adapted to this school, the monthly exam came.

The overwhelming number of papers like a heat wave rushed to our group of childlike youth, playing every night