The wind sings softly and the rain dances lightly. Unfortunately, all that doesn't belong to us!
Even if the flowers and willows fail, the stars still shine; Even if the scars are numerous, still insist, stubbornly waiting for the rainbow to appear & hellip& hellip; Just because, my season, I decide!
Walking among the grass, I smell a trace of new ideas without interruption; Wandering among the flowers, surrounded by a romantic atmosphere, never let go; Running in the continuous drizzle, wandering in a cool embrace, never leaving; Under endless pressure, learn to be alone, try to escape, gradually accept and strive to be strong & hellip& hellip; Just because, my season has pride, indelible!
The alternation of day and night, in exchange for the beauty of black and white, the contrast of purity and massiness, decorates the colorful life together. In my season, there is a stream of courage. It is precisely because of its encouragement that I can walk independently with the night, stand upright in the face of setbacks and get endless envious eyes & hellip& hellip; Once everything has become history, no one has the ability to tamper with anything, only to draw a seemingly perfect full stop for it. But with courage, I am no longer afraid of anything. I work hard, confidently and go down, just because my season is full of vitality and color! composition
Like pure crystal, but despise it is vulnerable; I like the beauty of the rose, but I'm afraid of its thorns; Like the romance of bubbles, but refuse the ending of bubbles; Like to play around the world, but learning to 'give' us too much depression, it happened that time also came to play & hellip& hellip;
Even if there are too many rules, I will still break through the cage and breathe the fresh air in the wilderness. That's the fresh and quiet air that belongs to me. Even though there will be an imperfect ending, I have never regretted, worked hard and struggled & hellip& hellip; Do not add a regret to the drawing of life, just because my season is stubborn and persistent! composition
Four seasons reincarnation, day and night replacement, all things change, the only eternal, only us!
My season blueprint is drawn by myself; Weave their own story basket; My seasonal colors are filled by myself; Choose your own dream life; My season is up to me!
Under the bright sunshine, I & hellip& hellip; Dominate my season & hellip& hellip; Firmly & hellip& hellip; Walk & hellip& hellip;
Laoshan District No. 5 middle school grade 2: little darling 7 my season, I am the master. The spring breeze is waving the wind bell on the windowsill, 'bell bell', my season is coming. Hope spring, brilliant spring. Spring is my season. My youth I am confident, my season I decide.
On the way home, what I heard was what the teacher said in class: 'students with ability should actively participate in the speech contest!' Then the teacher's expectant eyes cast on me, and my deskmate gently touched me with his hand. But can I do it? I'm not good at speaking, and I don't have any experience in participating in speech competitions. However, how I long to be the focus of the flash. " All right? " Involuntarily haunted all my thoughts.
Suddenly, a trace of green in front of me broke my meditation. It was a small bud. The cyan skin wrapped around its whole body. In the breeze, the Silk Green trembled. Suddenly, the scene in front of me stunned me. The green waist was straight in the breeze. In an instant, a little soft white broke through the green. Yes, it's going to bloom. Because of a trace of faith in his heart, he is not afraid of the cold wind and heavy rain outside his body; Because of a glimmer of hope in his heart, he is not afraid of difficulties and dangers outside his body. It blooms. In this spring of hope, in this brilliant spring, the bud of self-confidence blooms its first flower in life. Yes, spring is coming, their season is coming. Life in full bloom in spring, unlimited hope in spring.
Yes, that's also my season. Fear won't sprout at this moment. Now I'm ready to go. Bloom against the spring breeze, straighten your waist and draw the most beautiful arc in the sky. Life in full bloom in spring, unlimited hope in spring. Only self-confidence makes me bloom brilliantly in my season. I am not a green bud, but a beautiful red flower. composition
'teacher, I decided to take part in the competition! ' The loud voice returns in the season of hope. In this beautiful spring, I bloom my beauty. Spring is my season. My youth I am confident, my season I decide. My season, I am the master. The spring breeze is waving the wind chimes on the windowsill, 'jingling', my season is coming. Hope spring, brilliant spring. Spring is my season. My youth I am confident, my season I decide.
On the way home, what I heard was what the teacher said in class: 'students with ability should actively participate in the speech contest!' Then the teacher's expectant eyes cast on me, and my deskmate gently touched me with his hand. But can I do it? I'm not good at speaking, and I don't have any experience in participating in speech competitions. However, how I long to be the focus of the flash. " All right? " Involuntarily haunted all my thoughts.
Suddenly, a trace of green in front of me broke my meditation. It was a small bud. The cyan skin wrapped around its whole body. In the breeze, the Silk Green trembled. Suddenly, the scene in front of me stunned me. The green waist was straight in the breeze. In an instant, a little soft white broke through the green. Yes, it's going to bloom. Because of a trace of faith in his heart, he is not afraid of the cold wind and heavy rain outside his body; Because of a glimmer of hope in his heart, he is not afraid of difficulties and dangers outside his body. It blooms. In this spring of hope, in this brilliant spring, the bud of self-confidence blooms its first flower in life. Yes, spring is coming, their season is coming. Life in full bloom in spring, unlimited hope in spring.
Yes, that's also my season. Fear won't sprout at this moment. Now I'm ready to go. Bloom against the spring breeze, straighten your waist and draw the most beautiful arc in the sky. Life in full bloom in spring, unlimited hope in spring. Only self-confidence makes me bloom brilliantly in my season. I am not a green bud, but a beautiful red flower. composition
'teacher, I decided to take part in the competition! ' The loud voice returns in the season of hope. In this beautiful spring, I bloom my beauty. Spring is my season. My youth I am confident, my season I decide《 My season is my master "" my season is my master "" smell the flowers, the fragrant grass all over the world, the snow melts into spring, and the birds call between heaven and earth.
The word "Youth" reveals the breath of spring mud everywhere. Youth does not belong to the proud summer or the beautiful winter. We are us, colorful spring.
The snow and ice are like smoke. Once they disappear, they disappear. There is no nostalgia, no unbearable. Raise your hand, we in class are real heroes. Looking up, we held our heads high on the way to school. Pure campus spring, no fame, no sorrow, in the ocean of knowledge, we set sail. On the road of life, we don't hit the telegraph pole and never look back! At the peak of culture, we stand proudly. At the bottom of our soul, we will never stop. Our youth is boundless, and we will never be old.
Roaming in spring, we are resolute and decisive; Flying in spring, there is also a dream look back. composition
Smell the fragrance of rice, chant the charm of ancient words, spring and autumn, smile and smell the sunset.
The word "Youth" sometimes reveals the taste of autumn leaves. We don't have the great style of poetry fairy Taibai, nor Li Qingzhao's national hatred and family sorrow. We are still us, with fascinating autumn charm. composition
The flame disappeared, the setting sun remained, no sorrow, no sorrow. Shake your hand and wipe away the tears of grievance. We are more mature. Shake your head and wipe away the desolation. We still look up on the way after school. The bright examination room is still familiar. We don't want to bow our heads after failing the examination. After the ferocious storm, we start again, knock down the telegraph pole, and we continue to move forward! We will never fall when we are hit, and we will never let go until we see the end. Our youth enthusiasm remains the same, and we will stick to it.
Our youth, our autumn, our season, we decide. On the road of life, we will never bow our head. The third part of Yichang high school entrance examination full score composition "my season is my decision". My season should be a flower like spring. Every wisp of small and intimate fragrance fills my keen breath, sprinkles the flowers of my dream, and tries to germinate with every inch of rainbow like clear sunshine.
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"Our class should elect a classmate to participate in the school wide English speech contest on behalf of the class. Those who think they have strength can introduce themselves." The words of the head teacher are still ringing in my ears. I know that as the representative of the English Department, I am undoubtedly the best candidate, and the students are looking forward to my action. However, since I was an introvert, I never dared to speak in public. I always became popular before I spoke. It was a great challenge for me to speak in front of the whole school! But, but, how I long to stand in the center of the stage! The focus of my eyes and the sparkle of incandescent lamps have been woven countless times in my mind. This is the best chance“ What's the matter? " Dad asked when he saw me frowning. I poured out bitter water to him. After listening to my talk, my father came to the spirit, took me out and said, "go and see the outside world. Spring is coming!"
When I make up my mind again, I have stood in front of a field of rape. Oh! A large area of flowers, golden spread all over the eyes. They, like a group of sentinels, straightened their emerald waist and stuck to their posts. One after another, clusters of flowers, blooming smiling faces, facing the spring breeze, shaking their brilliant faces“ "I'm flowering," they were laughing, "I'm flowering," they shouted. composition
Look, I seem to see the life in full bloom! Yes, life in full bloom! They are proud, they are proud, they are happy, just because life is in full bloom in this season that belongs to them!
"This is also your season!" Dad said slowly. I was stunned, yes, this is my season, a vigorous season, a struggling season! In this season, I should also bloom, bloom my brilliance, like those warm flowers! composition
The next day, I happily went to the head teacher and said loudly, "teacher, I am confident to participate in this competition!" The teacher looked at me in surprise, and I smiled: in the spring of life, I should bloom like a flower, because I decide my season!
This article has two characteristics: one is to stick to the topic and be good at finding writing materials from life. The little author focuses on the daily trivia of personal experience, shows his real psychological change process, highlights a harvest in his growth process, and intensively and clearly shows the theme of "my season is my master". The author is sentimental because of things, and expresses his feeling of reality and nature without affectation.
Second, the idea is rigorous but not rigid, the writing is smooth but not random, and has ingenuity but no trace of carving. My father's sentence "this is also your season" seems to be inadvertent, but it is actually a stroke of God. It is an opportunity to change my psychology and make me think of the spring of life from the spring of nature