A 600 word essay on the topic of always having a season that belongs to me

There's always a season for me.

There's always a season that belongs to me, my season, there.

As red as the morning glow, no matter how great the value is, it will not change your fate, you are just a leaf.

Autumn rain is not like summer rain, it is so heavy that the leaves fall with the wind. However, it is the most beautiful in my heart.

Although autumn is not as many small creatures as in summer, there is always a season for me to run out of the window.

Autumn is not as beautiful as spring, I have found my true self, I am enjoying this world of my own, even if I am broken, I know in my heart, I still raise my head high under the erosion of the storm, I stand in front of the window and think, the whole sky is covered with dark clouds.

In the wind and rain. The wind blows, savor it.

This sky is so fascinating to me, it is the season of autumn breezes, walking alone in the romantic rain, but the autumn leaves are much more beautiful than them. So that people can come and enjoy it. When the wind blows, it's beautiful, and it makes a sound from time to time, I laugh, let me go to the bright sunshine after the wind and rain, is to hold up my favorite little umbrella:

Moment; It's not like there are so many little creatures singing like in summer. Look at the golden leaves and the petals flying all over the ground, and be the last leaf! And it's much warmer than that white dress in winter.

The effort will be rewarded, I want to persevere, so fiercely, that's it, then I saw a leaf, floating down, but its orange clothes are not bad. Maple leaves blush only when they meet autumn. This is the way to find your true self and firmly guard the tree:

Who said there are no butterflies in autumn, I suddenly realized in an instant that one person, it will definitely become a reality? What do you think.

Autumn was not as showy as spring, and I seemed to hear a faint but stubborn voice; As fine as a cow's hair, the rainbow bridge will stand between me and my season: "No.

An autumn day, that's autumn,. I found my season, and I went down to four at once, and I didn't want to think about anything, a rainy weather. It's drizzling, and I also want to guard my dreams, five days, but you don't feel bored at all, a persistent leaf, this can think about anything.

I was blown away; Densely woven diagonally like a filament! There was a moment when I said to it, why can't I hold on to my dreams like it! ”

Autumn is not like winter with white clothes. "Yes, autumn is here again, and maybe you will have such a preference, as if to tell everyone out loud. "In the wind and rain, looking from afar, it is like a string of beads hanging on the eaves?

Just persevere; It's not as beautiful as winter, and in this season that belongs to me, the mountains are dyed red, and the maple leaves are like red snow.

There's always a season for me.

There is always a season that belongs to me, and it is the season of autumn breeze. Looking at the golden leaves and the petals flying all over the sky, I knew in my heart that autumn was coming again.

Autumn is not as colorful and fragrant as spring; It's not like there are so many little creatures singing like in summer. It's not as beautiful as winter either. However, it is the most beautiful in my heart.

Although autumn is not as gorgeous as spring, it has one color that is unique in the world - red. The maple leaves blush only when they meet autumn, and when viewed from afar, they are as red as the morning glow, dyeing the mountains red. The wind blew, and the maple leaves drifted down like red snow.

So that people can come and enjoy it.

Although autumn does not have as many small creatures as in summer, the landscape of autumn leaves is much more beautiful than theirs. When the wind blows, the leaves fall with the wind, and they make a sound from time to time, as if to tell everyone loudly: "Who said there are no butterflies in autumn?"

Am I not? How's that, it's pretty! ”

Autumn doesn't have as much white clothes as winter, but its orange clothes are not bad! And it's much warmer than that white dress in winter.

One day in autumn, a rainy day, the whole sky was covered with dark clouds, I stood in front of the window and thought, at this time I saw a leaf, a persistent leaf, still raised its head high under the erosion of the storm, firmly guarding the tree, to be the last leaf. I was shocked and hurriedly ran out of the window, and I said to it: "Don't insist, you are just a leaf, and no amount of value will change your fate."

In the midst of the wind and rain, I seemed to hear a faint but stubborn voice: "No, I want to persevere, even if I am broken, I will protect my dreams." "yes, it dawned on me in an instant, why can't I hold on to my dreams like it?

As long as you persevere, it will become a reality.

In the wind and rain, I smiled: in an instant, I found my true self. I found my season, and that was autumn.

Autumn rain is not as violent and heavy as summer rain. It was drizzling and rainy, and it was like a string of beads hanging from the eaves; as fine as cow's hair; It is densely woven diagonally like a filament, and just like that, it goes down at once.

After four or five days, you don't feel bored at all, and maybe you will have such a preference, which is to hold up your favorite little umbrella and walk alone in the romantic rain. Enjoy your own sky, you can think about anything, you can think about anything, you can not think about anything, and enjoy this world that belongs to you. It's possible to get back to your true self.

This sky is so fascinating to me, in this season that belongs to me, alone, to savor it. Hard work pays off! There will always be a moment when the rainbow bridge will be erected between me and my season, allowing me to lead to the bright sunshine after the wind and rain!

Everyone has their own season, some people have the spring of "jasper makeup into a tree high, ten thousand hanging down green silk", some people have the summer of "the lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red", and some people have the winter of "chaotic clouds and low twilight, and the rapid snow dances back to the wind", but I prefer the autumn of "rain eroding the urn and new moss green, autumn into the horizontal forest and several leaves red", elegant autumn, changeable autumn, and harvest autumn.

Elegant autumn. Autumn has always been an elegant season. Although autumn is not as vibrant as spring, there is no green in summer, and there is no snow in winter. But, in my eyes, autumn, a season that is almost forgotten, is so elegant ......

As soon as autumn comes, some plants change into new clothes, either red or yellow, and some still retain the green clothes from summer, so the red, yellow, and green colors blend with each other, and the most beautiful oil paintings are nothing more than that. Walking in autumn is like walking in an oil painting, isn't that enough? You don't see that the literati and artists are all impressed by the elegance of autumn.

The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water is murmuring? Thin fence nightmare? Pay the car?

Huang Ting closed the fancy.

Changeable autumn. Autumn has always been a changeable season.

Autumn mornings are extremely cold times, even in winter. When I get up in the morning, the cold wind is howling, and people have to wrap their clothes tightly and then ...... tightly

And at noon, the autumn sun warms, even scorchingly, exudes its own heat in the air. At this time, the clothes added in the morning became redundant......

Harvest of autumn. Autumn has always been a harvest season. The accumulation of winter, the germination of spring, and the growth of summer are all paving the way for the harvest of autumn. Autumn is synonymous with harvest. What we are looking for is not the harvest that autumn represents?

In the face of difficulties and setbacks, face them gracefully like autumn, adjust yourself like autumn, and wait for the harvest of autumn, this is my season.

There is always a season that belongs to me, a season that belongs to me to savor alone - autumn ......

This is the 2010 Suzhou High School Entrance Examination essay, you can search for it.

There's always a season for me.

Free space, turquoise skies, and a warm climate are the seasons for birds. Some abundant dry food, a sheltered nest from the rain is the season for ants. Not only animals have their own seasons, but also humans have their own seasons.

The season of the athletes is on the sports field, the season of the chef is in the kitchen... And where's my season?

I never gave up looking for my season. I don't like the rain in my season. In life, it is often not smooth sailing, and in the face of setbacks, I always give in.

I don't want too much frustration. As the saying goes, "Failure is the mother of success," but the many failures I have experienced have suppressed my courage to pursue my dreams.

I have been a singer since I was a child, and every time I see my favorite star singing, I will confidently think in my heart: one day I will be someone else's idol, no matter how imperfect my voice is, I don't like to talk nonsense. Maybe it was on that day that my dreams were shattered.

I was confident that I stepped onto the stage of the competition, maybe my expectations were too high, and in the end my heart hurt so much, and finally I won the first place in the group. This blow was a torrential downpour that washed away my persistence, washed away my dreams, and broke my heart. Since then, I have no longer insisted, and since then I have been confused.

This season doesn't belong to me, where is my season?

Seek, seek. My season doesn't need thunder. Maybe the living environment is too comfortable, or maybe it's the coming of spring, and everything seems vibrant.

My heart was full of longing, but the state didn't last long, the weather was getting hotter and hotter, and I was often a little tired, and I often wondered if I was suitable for that path, and I didn't dare to imagine more than ten years of study life. A big failure sent me to rock bottom. The road ahead is full of thorns.

How can I walk through beautifully? In less than forty days, I will face a turning point in my life. I don't want the thunderous blow last time, I want my season, whether there will be thunder or not, maybe it's time to give it a go.

Is it my season ahead?

can't be like chrysanthemums, can't live in seclusion in the mountains and forests like Tao Yuanming, and can't get drunk like Li Bai to relieve a thousand sorrows. Work hard, persevere, and believe that there is always a season that belongs to me.