Essay on the third year of junior high school Summer walks through the flowering season

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We walked. Walking in the summer.

Summer flowers.

It has a fragrant aroma.

It's kind of like wine.

It's kind of like honey.

Pick a few. Implant it in Grandpa's dreams.

Freshen his dreams.

Become beautiful. Green leaves in summer.

Holding transparent raindrops.

Like a small tea tray.

Holding sparkling gemstones.

These naughty elves.

Live without restraints.

Carefree. On green Simmons.

Swing around freely.

Be wary of the tongue of the sun.

Grab them.

Pick it up. Thread it with a thread.

Every string. It's all bright and bright verses.

Summer grass.

Dripping green. Butterflies in summer.

Frolic among the flowers.

Small earthworms and small ants.

Admire the dancing butterflies.

Tiny crickets act as accompaniment.

Play a cheerful dance tune.

The birds flew happily.

The song is brewed with sweetness.

Birdsong is everywhere.

Grab a few handfuls.

Put it in a small back basket.

Take it back with you. Bring it to the retired grandmother.

Add some joy to her.

A few parts of fun. Pick a few more white and fat mushrooms.

Make breakfast for the White Rabbit.

There is our love there.

Our friendship ......

Riverside in summer.

We stretched out our arms.

Hang down the rods.

Catch the joy of summer.

Summer's secrets.

Campus in the summer.

can't stop our flying reverie.

Cut a colorful rainbow.

Embroider a magnificent picture.

Take a string of notes from the sun.

Compose music for the future and ideals.

We are like wiping tears.

Erase pessimism and remorse.

We are like throwing stones.

Throw away low self-esteem and sighs.

For the sake of the motherland, the mountains generally stand.

We'd rather be seeds.

Sow hope ...... on warm land

We walked. We walked.

Walk in tomorrow.

Walk in a fairy tale.

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.