The four seasons are always repeated, and I can't control her even if she gestures. However, I am in charge of my season, and no one can hide my sight.

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My season is always full of sunshine. When the spring breeze blows my broken hair, I think. Picking up a dead leaf, I looked up and saw a vitality. This is a green field with flowers swaying in the breeze. Is that girl running barefoot me? I caught up with the hope of tomorrow.

The sun is a little dazzling, and the shiny starting line is burning on the runway. I am full of confidence and raise that stubborn face. This season belongs to me, just like that blooming smile. "Always be ready!" Like an ancient and melodious oath, it came into my ears. Fight for my tomorrow.

I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of the wind blowing. In autumn, crickets sing unscrupulously. Autumn came, the pages were blown by the wind, and I read silently. The sky is filled with faint chrysanthemum fragrance. I hold the sunshine in my hand and sing softly. I fantasize that I am walking on a tree-lined path full of maple leaves and flying with him and her. It is a pure world with fairy tales and fables. We are rippling in the gorgeous season, harvesting the tomorrow in our hearts.

When the cold current came at me with the first snowflake, I knew I was going to grow up. It was a world where even the air would freeze, it was a nightmare with a stiff smile, it was a gloomy sky, and it was a season that needed courage and strength. We are all strong fighters. I believe that we will not give up because of the difficulties of the road, nor will we lose ourselves because of the bitterness of tears. One will continue firmly. In this season of ice and snow, I know the strong secret!

My season is my call.

I want her to have hope and learn to run; I want her to keep fighting and full of energy; I want her to try to imagine that it is sweet; I want her to learn to be strong and have courage!

My season-she is colorful and dazzling.

My season is up to me, and I will never let her continue!

It's a secret that my season is up to me.

Comments: Like pearls falling into a jade plate, like a string of colorful shells, the author inadvertently embraced the spring breeze, sunshine, chrysanthemum fragrance and snowflakes, explaining the significance of catching up, struggling, harvesting and being strong in life. Delicate in conception. As the saying goes, "Clothes make the man, and gold makes the Buddha". Rhetoric is to language what gorgeous clothes are to people. In this article, the metaphor is lively, fresh and lively; The parallelism is neat and neat, which is refreshing; Vivid personification and clever language. Reading an article is like tea in your mouth, and its charm is lasting. (Jia Qin, Gong Zheng)

2

When love crosses the line, it should be a kind of injury. In my season, I am eager to fly out of the cage and achieve my own life.

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Xinyan pecks at the spring mud in front of the hall, and early warblers crow on the warm trees. I know that spring is coming.

Sitting by the window and sipping a cup of fragrant tea can only be used to see the scenery and express the sadness in your heart. Looking at the distance, the little swallow, whose tender wings have been dancing and listless under the protection of Dayan, makes me feel in the same boat.

"Wear this dress today, bring a lunch box, carry a schoolbag, go early and come back early." When I was a child, I always lived in my mother's words, always relied on and always missed. But today, I am sixteen years old, I have grown taller, and my heart seems to have grown taller. I am no longer obedient to the routine life, and I even hate it.

Participating in the mountaineering activities organized by the school, the students were all full of energy. You know, we are Shanliwa. What's so hard about that? At the command, we went straight up. I made an appointment with my friend for the game, and I struggled to get up. It's midsummer and the sun is burning on my head. A burst of cicada singing, from the original elegant charm, has become a ten-finger melody that disturbs my heartstrings, and "House of Flying Daggers" is quietly playing.

I gradually feel weak, my head is heavy, my legs are like lead, and I am sweating like rain. I slowed down, and in a flash, my classmates passed by me one by one, and I slowly fell behind. No, I won't! I am a mountain girl and a wild mountain. How can I lose? In the end, I lost. Facing the eyes of my friends, I ...

Slowly, I realized that although I was born in the mountains, I grew up in a greenhouse. I have a car to take me to school and pick me up after school. I don't want to take part in physical exercise at school. ...

I know that the behavior of elders is a kind of love, but when love crosses the line, it is also a kind of harm. In the spring of my life, I am eager to break through the cage and achieve my own life.

How sweet it is to drink tea and close your eyes! I seem to see that I am the swallow in front of the hall, fighting the wind and rain and flying to the blue sky.

Comments: The little author sticks to the theme, sees the big from the small, and understands that "parents dote on" is the root of failure by telling his own failure experience in a mountaineering activity, expressing the author's strong desire to fly out of the cage and control his life. This article is full of inscriptions, antitheses, beautiful words and wisecracks. The style of writing is old-fashioned, like a curtain that opens and closes from a window. It is ingenious in conception and novel in form. (Jia Qin, Gong Zheng)

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One day, I saw such a picture on TV: she, a swan in an elegant black dress, was holding a milky clay cup and sipping fragrant coffee with absolute elegance.

I was deeply attracted ―― what an elegant painting!

To this end, I specially bought a milky white pottery cup.

A few weeks later, an outing. I have prepared everything, including exquisite cups and coffee.

Holding a cup, leaning against a tree, tasting the unaccustomed coffee in the cup, enjoying the lakes and mountains in front of me, I feel unspeakable awkward in my heart, that is ...

A ringing bell rang, and my friend Li came to my side: "Drink coffee, what a beautiful picture!" " "I smiled at her.

"It's a pity that this makes me feel that this is not you ... too mature."

My smile froze, too mature, too mature, and I finally understood the reason for the embarrassment. Mature, now does not belong to me.

Looking at Li, who is happily drinking coke, I suddenly remembered a sentence: coffee makes people depressed and coke makes people excited.

Melancholy is not what I want.

I resolutely got up and poured out the coffee in the cup. It doesn't belong to me.

My home is on the fifth floor. Once I went out to buy food with my mother. I'm in front, she's behind, and so is going home (always).

When I got home, I waited for a long time before I saw my tired and asthmatic mother slowly go upstairs.

"Mom, why are you so slow?"

"Slow down, you are too fast!"

"am I fast?"

"Of course, how happy you are to see you jumping like a swallow!"

"Happy?" I don't understand.

"Ah, old. Because you are young! I can't get my heel. "

Young, young, yes! I have the capital for happiness.

In spring, although naive and young, without rich harvest and a chest full of wisdom, she is full of flowers.

I am young and I am happy. (39 points)

Comments: the article is filled with a touch of warmth, but under the boutique, you can taste the deep love. The details described are full of fresh breath of life ―― the elegant picture on TV is my constant thinking and my aesthetic pursuit of elegant dreams; An outing of "I" and a conversation with my mother about "youth" showed my youth. I am young, I am happy, the article is concise and atmospheric, and the theme is romantic and wordless. (Jia Qin, Gong Zheng)

four

Life is equivalent to four seasons, and different seasons have different colors and physical landscapes.

I like vibrant spring.

Today is a cool day. I feel very calm when I sit in the classroom for an exam. Even if the future is uncertain, I am still relieved.

The birds outside the window are calling for friends.

Some people say that life is like a dream, everything around you, emotions, ups and downs, everything is a dream, everything is illusory, and everything is fleeting.

But I don't agree, spring must have the breath of spring. As long as you seize the opportunity, maybe your dream will come true, even if it is fleeting, it will have that glorious moment.

As a student transferred from the countryside, I always have a strong sense of inferiority. It was my father who gave me unlimited motivation, and my joys and sorrows were finally encouraged and comforted in my father's words.

Dad called me after five o'clock today to ask about the exam. Everyone thinks my dad is really troublesome, but I can understand his feelings of looking forward to his daughter's phoenix nirvana. Now my exam is more important than his watching NBA.

For the sake of my parents and myself, I have been silently encouraging myself to cheer. Therefore, I no longer feel inferior. I don't need to compare with people who study better than me. I just need a clear conscience.

In my own season, I will show my own characteristics. Even though my experience may not be as good as others, at least I am unique. My father regards me as the apple of his eye, and how bright the light is!

I am the master of my season. People can't live in inferiority all their lives. I want to decorate my life perfectly in my limited life. Since it is spring, don't think of summer as a fire, such as pink autumn and snow-white winter.

Some people say that life is a book, and the author of this book is yourself, just like my season is my master. Because of me, it will be more exciting; Because of me, spring is more gorgeous.

Comments: The author closely follows the requirements of the topic, connects with the state of mind sitting in the examination room, compares life to the four natural seasons, compares his youth with spring, writes about experiences, talks about experiences, expresses feelings and has a unique conception. "Spring will have the breath of spring. Just take a chance, maybe the dream will come true, even if it is fleeting, but there is also the glory of that moment. " It not only controls the whole article, but also contains profound philosophy, which has profound enlightenment for peers who are in their youth. (Jia Qin, Gong Zheng)

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If we want to use a season to represent our vitality, I choose summer; If we want to use a season to represent our wind and fire, saying that wind is the character of rain, I still choose summer; If we want to use a season to represent the personality of our newborn calf, I still choose summer.

Why?

Because summer is my season!

I like to invite my friends to the river to catch fish and play in the water at noon in summer, and show my heroic spirit on the court. I don't care if I'm sweaty and tanned. I use our famous saying: "Everything is young!"

Yes, isn't summer a season to display one's talents and be in full bloom?

I like to enjoy the balcony alone on starry nights in summer. Looking up at the moon, those thoughts about the past, the future and the present are uneasy in my mind. Just like plants that grow hard need to adjust everything at night, I also need to arrange my thoughts in summer nights and make careful preparations for the day.

There is a strong tree on campus, which blooms in summer and provides us with a thick shade. I like reading a little book under the big tree every morning. Xiao Hui's works have a strong influence ―― at least for me. Xiao Hui let me find my goal in life, and let me know that people should cherish summer and grow as hard as camphor trees.

"It should be like this tree!" I often talk to myself about this tree on campus. However, it was not until today that I realized that the tree behind me was Cinnamomum camphora! It turns out that this camphor tree and Xiao Hui spent three spring and autumn years with me. I regret it, too. I didn't know until I left. My friend comforted me and said, "Don't be sad. Life is like this. Those who have been silently helping you and you think they are far away from you will always be by your side. "

To go, I came here again with Xiao Hui's novel with camphor tree as the background. I gently pressed my face against it and vaguely felt its strong heartbeat.

Out of this school, the summer of my life has just begun, and there will be more violent wind and rain and more violent sun in the future, but I will also have a tougher body and more lush green leaves.

Comments: Comparing my life to summer, I use beautiful and vivid words to explain what I like to do most in summer-reading under a big tree with a small book and enjoying the balcony alone under the starry sky in summer ... The author's writing seems to be "off topic", but it turns around in the place "My summer has just begun, but I will have a tougher body and more lush green leaves", which makes me full of confidence. "Life is like this. Those who have been quietly helping you and you feel far away are actually always by your side "full of philosophy." (Jia Qin, Gong Zheng)

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Fifteen years old, poetic age. I have brilliant youth and soaring years. This is the most energetic journey in the river of life and the most energetic season of the tree of life-spring.

The beautiful and gentle kite flutters in the spring breeze, and the thread is in my hand. Where to go is entirely up to me, but also depends on my own route.

As the bell rang, the students walked out of the classroom one after another, and the afterglow of the sunset spilled into the classroom through the bright glass. Everything is so quiet and peaceful. I was about to go out when he came up to me, handed me a piece of pink paper and quickly returned to his seat. I understand his intention. I took out a piece of light blue paper from my desk and wrote, "I think I prefer blue." Too pure. Please don't let that sudden emotion drown the original clean heart. " I handed it to him gently. He looked at it, turned around and gave me a happy smile. We smiled at each other and the sun stopped at that moment.

Yes, in the flower season, we should not walk before and after the moon, but should forge ahead towards our ideals together.

-after the exam, the ruthless Satan probably took a fancy to me. He rudely threw me into the abyss, leaving me speechless and quietly hiding in the Woods to comfort my broken wings. The students have a smiling face of Zhang Shengli. I want to cry without tears. I really want to escape to an island and live Tao Yuanming's life. But I couldn't do it, and finally I bit the sentence "don't give up, don't give up!" " "Meet new challenges. In the face of the teacher's frown and the parents' loud accusations, I persisted. I believe that trying to cope with success is the mother.

Fifteen years old, mature and naive, complex and simple, with joys and sorrows, negative and exciting. ...

I am sailing in the long river of life in an ideal boat, and the storm can't stop me, because I have my own direction, and the victory on the other side is waiting for me to gather. I want to be my own captain.

Comments: The feelings of boys and girls, the storm of exams and the "cold eyes" after failure are not the biggest obstacles in progress. The biggest obstacle is that you can't see the way forward and lose your motivation. "Don't give up, don't give up!" "I want to be my own captain" is Li Bai's heroic "Hanging the Sea of Clouds to Help the Sea". I believe that the little author will be able to grasp the course of life and ride the wind and waves. (Jia Qin, Gong Zheng)

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At this point, I am like summer, this morning's summer is like me, like my summer, I am in charge!

"Ding … Ding", get up; "Ding ... Ding", attending class; "Ding ..." Ding, eat; "Ding ..." Ding, go to sleep. So generally, I study hard at 3: 0 1 every day. Looking at the grass in the field, one by one, struggling in the wind and rain, like me, like other crops in summer, fighting for the fruits of autumn and accumulating strength for summer. At the age of fifteen, I am also like this, solemnly announcing in my own season: I am working hard for the autumn harvest.

Yesterday, it was stormy, lightning and thunder, and a bad storm followed. In the storm, the corn was blown to the left and right by the wind, but they were stronger in the swing ―― sticking out the jade flowers above their heads, laughing wildly in the wind and rain, putting on a strong body in the storm to find peace, and supporting the branches and leaves again after numerous slaps ... Looking at it, I thought, isn't this my summer? At the age of fourteen, my father left us; Last month, the planned students in No.1 Middle School failed in the exam. A man caught a bad cold on the eve of the middle school entrance examination yesterday. My summer is like this, so is my life. However, I am in charge of my summer. I have always believed that rainbows are bred by wind and rain, and plum blossoms are tempered in winter and summer.

Last mock exam, I fell down the ladder of high marks. The previous high score no longer exists, and there is an innocent person on the landslide today. I was in tears and sad to the extreme. I want to escape, I want to give up. However, at the moment I looked up, I understood that the summer sun was burning, everything on the earth seemed to be burning, and all the trees on the mountain bowed their heads and felt very sad about life. However, all the leaves are dazzling white in the sun. The leaves are full of hope and green. It is not disappointed in everything. Even if this moment hangs down, its green color is full of confidence and hope. Looking at everything, I want to ask: Have you given up? Are you disappointed? Do you dominate your summer? I answered myself, since it is my season, I can't be disappointed and superstitious.

I am the master of my season ―― I work hard, I am not afraid of difficulties, and I am full of hope.

Comments: The key for this composition to stand out among many compositions in the examination room lies in truthfulness and truthfulness. I didn't use some so-called composition routines, but directly described some of my life experiences and wrote my own mental journey, without mystifying or showing off my literary talent. It is natural that the lyrical discussion of the article is naturally and appropriately integrated into the description of the scenery. The end of the article closely follows the theme of the article and makes the finishing point. (Jia Qin, Gong Zheng)

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Emerald and vitality set each other off, joy and growth go hand in hand, and hope and efforts complement each other. I am my season-youth.

When we were young, we were always so full of vigor and vitality. The heartbeat germinated the longing for the future, the pursuit of hope, and also an inexplicable impulse. In the classroom of youth, he and I always rush to answer questions, and then smile at each other, with a hint of sweetness hidden in the smile. Sometimes, work with him to overcome problems, find happiness, or share the joy of success or the sadness after the exam with him. Everything is so natural and beautiful! The days together are full of laughter, the sky is bluer and the flowers are brighter.

However, good feelings may not bring good results. After the mid-term exam, his grades plummeted, and I fell from the top five in my class to the twentieth. We no longer enjoy the joy of success together, but silently bear our own sadness. Unsuspecting teachers and parents held an enlarged meeting to discuss ways to save them, and only we knew it clearly.

On a foggy rainy day, he and I came to the playground to encourage each other to cheer. The solid wall of friendship magnifies the beautiful feeling of "montage" originally hidden in our hearts. We all keep that immature feeling in our hearts and keep it a secret. At this moment, I remembered the teacher's words: "Don't covet the scenery along the way, give up the vast sea, so you will stay in a small pond forever …" Yes, although the scenery along the way is beautiful, it is a fork in the road between the pond and the ocean. If you don't pay attention, you will lose your way.

In this youthful and energetic season, no matter what you encounter, you must make your own decisions. However, please don't give up the sweet red apple because you are eager to taste it. Everything has laws, and everything has seasons. Only by obeying the law and grasping the season can we achieve our goal. Because of the contrast between green and vitality, there will be a vibrant summer; Because hope and efforts complement each other, there will be a beautiful life! This is really my season. I'm in charge.

Comments: Youth is an eternal topic, and spring is the germination of nature. Expressing the spirit of nature has made the author's composition. True without affectation, charming without affectation. Life is like a long journey, with no end. "Although the scenery along the way is beautiful, it is the fork of the pond and the ocean. If you don't pay attention, you will get lost. " Therefore, we should not covet the scenery along the way and give up the vast sea, so as to stay in a small pond forever ... our own season is our own decision. With this philosophy, I believe that the author must be an irrelevant ship. The article is natural and clear, the theme is distinct, the language is beautiful and smooth, and it is not casual. (Jia Qin, Gong Zheng)

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When I was a child, I heard people say, "Spring is charming, the most beautiful flower season in life!" " "So, I fantasized," My spring will be colorful! " "

14 years old, I am the most beautiful flower in spring. I learned how to think and how to behave. Listening to music and shopping have become my favorite. As long as I have time, I can't help humming the title song that belongs to me: "Open the skylight at night, tell my wish to the meteor, give me a pair of wings and get close to the sun. I learn to grow up by myself. Love gives me strength. Where there is a dream, there is hope, which makes me stronger ... "In my season, I sing loudly, my season.

14 years old, I am a dream girl with spring breeze. In this new season, I sometimes want to be a noble and selfless angels in white; Sometimes I want to be a singer sought after by everyone; Sometimes I want to be a simple and loyal teacher ... in this way, my dream is changing. I know my dream is just an extravagant hope now, but it's a beautiful voyage. It is possible to dream. As long as I look at a goal, I will rush forward and finally reach the finish line. In my season, I will be full of longing and stick to my dream. My season is my call!

14 years old, I am a girl who has no sorrow in the spring rain. I, smile happily, bring my happiness to others. I don't want others to see my weakness, because I want to cheer up! Although I love crying, but there is a kind of tears called strong! I will erase all the knife-shaped troubles and still be the happy princess that everyone loves. In my season, I will be happy to face everything. My season is my call.

14 years old, I am the bud of spring. I no longer like Andersen's childish fairy tales, I no longer believe all the fables, I have dealt with some youth novels, and I began to laugh and worry with some characters in youth idol dramas. My diary has been written page after page. In my season, I will do what I want to do and see what I want to see. My season is my call!

Just like that, in your own season, enjoy the scenery along the way and enjoy your own happiness. From time to time, my mind has sprouted such an oath: I want to be a flower I pursue, with the most beautiful buds and the purest fragrance, so that my youth will never fade. ...

Comments: I am the most beautiful flower in spring, I am a dreamy girl in spring breeze, I am a girl without worries in spring rain, and I am the bud of spring. By using the layout structure, I well express the theme of "I am the master of my youth", show my personality and attract readers' attention. The use of rhetoric runs through, full of literary talent and swaying. (Jia Qin, Gong Zheng)

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I love summer, but its temper doesn't suit me; I love autumn, but its depressed sadness easily soaks into my heart; I love winter, but its cold is always scary; I love spring best, and its vitality resonates with me. This is my season-the season of youth.

I'm sweating like rain.

"Bang" a gunshot, we all rushed out of the runway, surrounded by cheers. We are like the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, full of enthusiasm and vitality. There is a gap between me and my opponent next to me. My heart began to beat faster and my stomach began to hurt. I can't hold on any longer. Gosh, I think I'm going to fall. Suddenly, a tidal voice came at me-come on, little A! (Disease) started ... I woke up, bit my lip and rushed forward desperately. I smelled a fishy smell on the road, and later I realized that I had a little blood in my mouth. Ah, I finally crossed the finish line and was relieved, but my legs could no longer support my heavy and tired body ―― I fell down.

So, I get it-my season is my call. I struggle and conquer myself.

My hard work

Just out of the classroom. Then she heard a cry: "Ah! What should I do? There is too much homework. What should I do? " I chuckled: "it's no use crying, you'd better do it quickly!" " "So I flew home quickly, and I had to keep buying. When I got home, I took a sip of water in a hurry and began to write at my desk, reaching a state of forgetting myself. I write as smoothly as running water. At this moment, I don't feel too much homework, but I just sigh that my youth is too beautiful to be wasted at will.

As a result, I added an "A" to my exercise book, which is the harvest of my hard work. I understand-my season is my own decision, I struggle and I succeed.

My season is my call.

My season is spring, which is a good time for Yuan Ye's youth. I am the master of my season. In my season, I am willing to struggle, struggle, work hard, cheer for my youth and radiate my brilliance in my season. (38)

Comments: The article shows the experience of "I" struggling on the field, defeating myself in learning and "I" struggling to win with subheadings, pointing out that youth will bloom in the spring of my own-struggle, struggle and hard work. The form is novel and the meaning is profound. (Jia Qin, Gong Zheng)

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Since childhood, I have made my life an endless spring, where the grass is delicious, the flowers are colorful, the birds are singing, and it is always full of happiness.

But God, who loves to play jokes on my fate, gave me a cold and gloomy season when I was thirteen years old.

In this sweet spring, I experienced the fact that I didn't want to accept. I lost my father who always loved me.

My father was killed in a car accident. On the day my father was buried, I held his portrait and walked like a walking corpse. My tears kept falling and fell on his portrait. I hope my father can wake up in the salty taste of his daughter's tears, and everything will be the same as before. How I wish this was a joke my father played on me. He would come to me at once, scrape my nose and pull me away with a smile. How I wish my father's coffin could squeak, and then my father would come out and tell me that he was fine; How I wish ...

I watched them bury my father's coffin with soil bit by bit, which meant that my father's coffin disappeared bit by bit. I cried and said that they wouldn't allow me to be buried, but people around me tried to stop me from going forward, so I watched my father disappear.

I often dream and meet my father in my dreams. Memories of childhood and father flashed in my mind bit by bit like old movies, and they were reflected in my eyes again and again, which seemed a little old. Since then, I can't calm down every time I attend class. I don't want to participate in class activities anymore, and I don't want to communicate with my classmates and teachers. I'm just immersed in the memory of my father. As if in that dream, my father said to me, son, go to see the spring rain and find your spring and happiness. I will bless you here.

Watch the rain? Looking for spring? I helped my mother to go for a walk outdoors, and the spring rain continued to moisten everything. "filar silk" ear is the sound of continuous grass and leaves growing tenaciously, and I feel the movement of spring life in my heart. Suddenly, I seem to be relieved. Father is gone, but maybe he will moisten my heart forever like this spring rain. I seem to hear someone whispering in my ear: "children, learn to be strong!" " "At this moment, I know that I have rediscovered my spring, which belongs to my season. I know that I will always be strong and live in my own spring.

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Spring is a season full of vigor and vitality, just as we have entered our own flower season. In this brilliant moment of youth, I boldly pursue my own sky, and my season is my call.

15 years old, as long as it takes. We have a beautiful dream in our hearts! I don't know how to realize its ten years of hard work, just in this last-ditch middle school entrance examination. Facing the crossroads I chose for the first time in my life, I stood for a long time and dared not move forward. I am afraid of failure after facing the challenge. But if you want to know the result of ten years' hard work, I have to accept it.

The footsteps of the senior high school entrance examination have finally come. When I walked into the examination room, I couldn't help but get nervous. I was almost frightened by this momentum. Seeing the smiling faces of my classmates, my heart gradually calmed down. Thinking that I am growing like a flower, I can't help but feel that my choice is not wrong. I am proud because I chose to face the challenge bravely. At this crossroads, I stride forward and bravely face the sky that belongs to me. ...

It is every student's dream to be admitted to an ideal high school. Every day in June, my classmates kept writing, just for today's World War I, and many times, I was afraid and cringed. I couldn't imagine my parents' disappointed eyes when I failed. Who makes me like spring and yearn for the vitality and vigor of spring? Therefore, I must meet the challenge with energy.

I have many dreams. I will drive them and chase them at this moment. I hope everyone can seize their own boat of life and pursue their own ocean.

My season is full of energy, and I am an energetic person.

My season is my call. (37 points)

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"Where are you going?" Hardly had I walked out of the door when my mother caught up with me suspiciously.

"Nothing ... nothing, just going out for a walk." I smiled uneasily.

"Really?" My mother looked at me with a frown and suddenly stopped my hand. "What is this?" Said make a sudden snatch took the information in my hand.

"This ... this, this is the information to be lent to Lin." I looked down and muttered, afraid to look into my mother's eyes again.

You!' Mom tapped me on the head. "How long can you be?" She is your competitor, you know? These materials are specially prepared for you by mom and dad. How did you? Alas, "my mother sighed.

"But she is also my friend. To compete, we must compete aboveboard! " I looked into my mother's eyes.

"Fair? Friends? Hum, "my mother sneered. "If you trust her, she may be unfair to you. You are fifteen years old. Don't be naive like a child, okay? " Mom said, dropping the information and turning into the kitchen, I leaned down and picked up the lost information. ...

I don't know when it started to rain, so I hung my head and moved to her house step by step.

"hey!" I was slapped heavily on the shoulder. I looked up and an umbrella stood in front of me. "I knew you wouldn't bring an umbrella, so I'll wait for you for a long time!" Give me a nifty smile.

"Well, here you are!" I smiled and handed over the information.

She nodded, took it and handed me a set of test papers. "My sister brought me a set of simulation questions. You should also study it. Ok, I'll give you the umbrella. I'm leaving! " Said, leaving a silvery laughter all the way.

I just stood there and suddenly smiled casually. It's still raining, but my season is full of spring.