Walking in the Flower Season Junior High School 800 Words Narrative

Rain, it doesn't stop; Sweat, non-stop; Tears flowed non-stop. Nourishes my flower season.

I, following the clock one by one, the little girl from yesterday has grown up. The pace of growth, such as the calendar that is inadvertently torn off, occasionally flips through the past, leaving a faint trace. Reminiscing about the past and looking forward to a better future.

Time has honed us in the flower season. I grew up in the flowering season.

Sitting where I was, time slipped by. I walked into the flowering season and I learned to persevere. When I entered junior high school, I participated in the school cross-country race.

Two kilometers and five laps were quite a challenge for me. Before the race, I was full of confidence, thinking that it was not a big deal, wouldn't it be just five laps. The race started, one, two, three, and two laps I was out of breath.

The footsteps slowly stopped, walked for a while, ran for a while. I couldn't hold on anymore, and I said to myself: Where is the confidence just now?

You can't give up, persistence is victory. If you choose to participate in the competition, you are responsible for your own choice. The finish line was getting closer and closer to me, and I rushed to the finish line with all my strength.

I succeeded, I surpassed myself. In the flower season, we continue to make choices for ourselves, when we can't retreat, when we can't hesitate, we move forward bravely, and the road is always there.

During the flowering season, I learned to be strong and learned to smile. Time passed, and I failed a mock exam on the final exam, and I didn't know how I studied during that time. I cried in the face of unsatisfactory grades, but in the end I wiped away my tears and studied hard.

Because I know that crying doesn't solve the problem, so why not fight for it yourself. Face it with a smile and smile is not a big deal.

Yesterday is a thing of the past, today I am persevering, strong, smiling in the middle of the flower season, they are my hope, even if it is a dead end, hope is around the corner. I'm looking forward to ...... in the middle of the flowering season

I just walked into the flowering season, and I don't know where the end of the flowering season is, and the only thing I can do is to cherish it. The truth of the flower season experienced first-hand is cherished. Good memories in the flowering season, cherish. In the middle of the flowering season - cherish.

The rain-soaked air exudes the fragrance of the flowering season.

When the warm sunlight gently poured into my eyes, I suddenly realized—I had gone through my innocent childhood, and pinched my fingers—my childish mind had been washed away by the years for fourteen years.

Am I in the flower season? So I tried to find the delicate shadow that snuggled up to my mother when I was a child, the figure of my childhood friend, and the crisp laughter of a silver bell.

From the moment I entered secondary school, I knew that my innocent childhood was gone and that I had to grasp the present in order to have the courage to face the future.

I've always been so strong, and at home I'm a good girl in the eyes of my parents; At school, I was a good student in the eyes of my teachers and a good friend in the eyes of my classmates.

But the facts tell me that it is not easy to strive for everything good, and it requires hard work on my part. The mistakes in the examination room became a big stone in my heart, and I was overwhelmed, looking at the faces of my classmates with bright smiles, thinking back to the spring breeze in my elementary school, I even regretted coming to this school with a lot of masters. But the road has to go on, and I must work hard.

My parents have always been tolerant, they never blame me for my failed exams, but they always encourage me and support me with a smile, but they don't know that their encouragement and support give me more guilt, I want them to blame me, or even beat me, maybe then I will feel better.

Alas, this exam again...."Walking on the way home, the weather is a little cold, Xiaocao also lowered his head, all of this seems to be setting off my sad mood of failing another exam, thinking about home, my parents' words of comfort and encouragement, I feel even more sorry, how can I not know the care of my parents for my daughter, how can I not understand the expectations of my parents to become a phoenix?

So I secretly made up my mind that I must get a good score in the exam, and I must work hard to be admitted to the ideal school in my mind, so as to realize my parents' wish to have a daughter become a phoenix, and also fulfill my college dream.

In this flower-like season, standing at the fork in the road from youth to youth, I counted my bags and found that I had more thinking and less blind obedience; More tolerance, less extremism, more maturity, a trace of trouble, and less unexpected gains.