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That laughter reminds me of my flower ......Today we have left in the vast sea of people, they are all old, fortunately I have accompanied them to open ......Some stories haven't been told yet, so forget it, those moods have been difficult to distinguish between true and false ...... over the years"Flower season", such a distant time; "Reminiscence", now we can only choose to reminisce.

My memory is locked in the autumn three years ago, the sky is very high, the clouds are very blue, the weather is very good, like my mood, not only happiness, not only happiness......Stand in the beautiful campus of No. 1 Middle School and breathe the most comfortable air. "Get out! "The first hurdle in life has come.

We always like to take the choice as a crossroads, pass the high school entrance examination, pass the college entrance examination, even if we cross the zebra crossing safely. Follow the life designed for us by our parents, follow people's popular concepts, spend our youth, and live our ...... life

High school year, cloudless! I still remember that in the dilapidated school building, in that old classroom, in the last row, a few boys were there giggling and commenting on the girls in the class; During class, we would secretly put the snacks we bought after class in our mouths, and then sneak a glimpse of the teacher's whereabouts before eating; I still remember that in the dormitory, the roommates gathered together, played enough, and played royalists; I still remember playing football like crazy on that gravel-ridden playground ......These belong to the years of that flowering season; These belong only to that flowering season.

The teenager doesn't know the taste of sorrow, and he says sorrow for the new word",! I hate that! When we are young, we also have the troubles of youth and the pain of the flower season.

Those bland, those joyful, are always clear and vague; And the scars of growth are fiercely piled up in our memories, rare and clear. Freshman year of high school, it was a time when you didn't have to worry about grades. In the second year of high school, it has changed, and I have to choose again, liberal arts and sciences!

At that time, I was young and vigorous, and I was high-spirited at that time, and I chose science without hesitation. Since then, it has become dark! I remember that I was in the science class, no longer the same person I used to be, I worked hard all day long, but I always fell, stood up, and then failed!

Failure is the mother of failure! Stubborn self, in order to retain a little bit of the dignity of the manhood in his heart, "Don't change departments!" ", I said to myself.

No transfers! I said to the people around me, every word is like a nail!

We are young, we in the flower season, except for youth, we have no capital! We are stubborn, but we can't escape the rotation of the gears of the years, the silent rotation of the gears, our silent aging, the silent passing of youth, just like Zhu Ziqing said, "When washing hands, the years flow away in the basin......”

It's the end of the flower season, and I also have tears, tears that can't resist fate, and I have arrived in the liberal arts class. Starting a brand new self, I carved two words on the table – first! To struggle, to struggle, the time of struggle is fulfilling, but in addition to studying, it is full of emptiness, only a small window beside me to accompany me!

I watch over him, he guards me! Go, go, keep going like this......

The wind is light and the clouds are light.

Rustle, rustle, rustle......

The soft and fresh melody, the warm and affectionate language, and the artistic conception that leads to reverie, like a gurgling spring, melt into the earth, into the spring, and into the soul of every girl in the flower season.

The wind blew low through the treetops, through the flowers, and hovered under the low sky, and a few faint floating clouds, drifting and then turning into huge black roses. I walked alone on the trail with an umbrella and admired the rain during the flowering season.

In the flower season, we have sunshine and experienced wind and rain, which is not only a little cool, but also mixed with bursts of melancholy and melancholy.

In the flower season, we boldly discuss the so-called "love", the so-called "Prince Charming" and "Cinderella". But I don't know that love is like chasing the wind, and we are destined to be discrete winds. If there is no fruit, why should we touch the unripe green apple?

In this fairy tale of the flower season, we are just the butterfly that can't fly in the sea, no matter how hard we work and how persistent, in the end we don't break our wings, hurt ourselves, hurt others, make us exhausted, and can't erase the black "ink spots".

During the flowering season, we stubbornly believed that teachers and mothers would never become friends. The teacher will always be the second strict father and mother, and will always be the "natural enemy" of our group of small "insects". However, I didn't know that when the rainstorm fell in this flowering season, it was the parents and teachers who put up the umbrella in time to save us from this "thunderous blow", so that we could not "bend our waists" in this rainstorm.

In the flower season, we worked hard, for ourselves, for our parents, and for that thin admission letter. After going through thorns and scratching his body, he learned to persevere and understand what "constant" is.

In the flower season, we are too confused, just as I have never thought about losing, as if my habitual habits, what I think, what I want, everything is completely thorough. So in the face of this rain, we will still be a little caught off guard, when the dazzling rainbow hangs in the sky, when we enjoy the joy of the sun after the rain. Little did they know that an even bigger storm was coming.

Therefore, we must always be vigilant, learn to be strong, and learn to be brave. Only in this way can we successfully walk through the hardest and sunniest flowering season in our lives.

In the mystery of this flower season, we seek each other and chase each other. Although I have lost my way, although I have welcomed the abandonment. But the sun in the flowering season will always appear in time, so that we can find our way home, find a way to struggle.

There is rain in the flower season, we have walked through, we must both cherish and taste.

Walking through the flower season and tasting it means that we have grown up.

Wandering in the ocean of time, strolling on the road of the years, looking at the sun swaying the earth, marveling at the gorgeous and moving morning glow, and the sentimental falling flowers are cold and poignant ......Walking in the flowering season, mixed feelings. Wisps of fragrant flowers, filled with the fragrance of flowers. On birthdays, chase and fight with friends at home, celebrate together, and be full of laughter.

After a while, I realized that my friends had prepared a surprise for me - a big bouquet of my favorite daffodils for me, and lo and behold, this is friendship. During the flowering season, we play with each other, learn from each other, and communicate with each other. Sometimes it feels fearless, because we walk on this path, as if we have each other, we have the whole world!

After that, my mother also gave me a large bouquet of daffodils, and the fragrance instantly filled the whole room, and my mother told me that when you enter the flowering season, please learn to cherish friendship. The rich fragrance makes me feel beautiful, and I hope that we will never get lost on this road. Bursts of love and flowers, feeling the care of the "gardener".

It was a midterm exam, and I felt dizzy at this juncture, and I didn't have the heart to answer the questions. The head teacher behind me seemed to notice my abnormality, and hurriedly ran forward and touched my forehead: "What's wrong, isn't it uncomfortable, oops, my forehead is so hot!"

After saying that, without saying a word, he helped me out of the examination room and sent me to the infirmary. I can't forget the teacher's anxious eyes and concerned words. Walking in the flowering season, the help of teachers is indispensable.

ushered in the third year of junior high school, heavy study tasks, huge pressure, and continuous exams; setbacks, difficulties, competition, challenges; Sad, sad, sad, frustrated, ......On this road, we always have the subtle care and tireless teaching of our teachers. The strong teacher-student relationship makes me feel warm and promises that I will continue to work hard to make the "gardener" happy. A faint sorrow in the flower season, mixed with a little sorrow.

How can you read my diary without my permission? Tears of grievance burst out of his eyes. "We want to care about you, besides, we are your parents, we gave birth to you and raised you, why can't we read your diary?

You ......It's too much! With that, he ran into the room and slammed the door down, and there was a loud bang. Mom and Dad, I've grown up, and I'm no longer a kid you have to cross the road holding hands, and I want to have my own inner thoughts and secrets, but why don't you understand?

I know that walking in the flower season is inevitably sentimental, impulsive and rebellious, and sad and ......tearfulBut this is a stumbling block that we have to encounter on this road. The endless sorrow makes me feel helpless. I hope that the year will pass, and don't let the haze fill the flower season.

The annual rings of the years continue to rotate, passing by on the surface of the pool of time, walking in the flower season.

The tree, smart, dances freely in the wind and rain; Flowers, warm, blooming beautiful in the wind and sand; The grass, tender and green, still stands tall after being trampled.

However, in the past, I only saw wind and rain, wind and sand, and trampling. When I look in the mirror every day, when I see the girl with small eyes and a collapsed nose, my heart is full of regret and complaints. All day, I hid in melancholy, like a thorny moon, hiding my inferiority complex in the slender branches, sad about the appearance of the ugly duckling, sad about the messy test papers, sad about a whispered ...... from my classmatesAt that time, I could only glimpse the gloomy sky, always doubting the beauty around me, and always resisting those beautiful "invasions".

Until one day, my life changed completely. On that day, the weather was surprisingly good, with a light breeze and a clear sky. My mood also seemed to improve, and I walked into the classroom with brisk steps, bent down and picked up a piece of paper that was "lonely" perched on the ground, and gently sent it into the "embrace" of the dustpan in the corner.

When I turned around, I was stunned for a moment, and the "old class" with sharp eyes was looking at me with a smile and praising me in a voice as gentle as a spring breeze in February, "You see, how strong the sense of ownership is of Little A, this is the real master of the class, everyone should learn from her." "I, the real master of the class......"At that moment, I felt dizzy, something I had never felt before. I hurried back to my seat with a red face, and Jane Eyre's words suddenly burst out from the bottom of my heart:

Do you think that because I am poor, lowly, mediocre in appearance, and short, I have no soul and no heart? - You're thinking wrong! My soul is like yours, and my heart is exactly like yours.

Yes, I was wrong! In an instant, I was enlightened – I had youth, and I had hope. I took that lesson very seriously, and my soul was thoroughly cleansed.

From then on, I no longer felt inferior to my appearance, because there is more important quality than appearance; I also don't feel inferior to the score anymore because I'm constantly trying. I began to gradually integrate into the group, and on the green field, I walked like a fly, and my classmates exclaimed, "So you ran so fast."

On the blackboard, I wrote and painted with a large pen, and my classmates were amazed: "It turns out that you can still draw." "In the composition class, I wrote fluently, and the students were amazed:

It turns out that your composition is so good. ”…Are you sure? There are so many originals, it turns out that I'm not bad.

When the flowers bloom, they exude a youthful atmosphere, publicize the power of youth, and bloom the beauty of life. I am the little grass, even if I am frustrated, I will always raise my head upward; I am the little flower, although I have experienced the wind and sand, I will always bloom beautifully; I am the little tree, although it has experienced wind and rain, it will always grow into a towering tree to be adopted.