There are many stories and compositions in the flower season.

We are in the flower season, and there are so many heartbeats, which are beautiful things, but we can only turn them into our own memories. We write in the flower season.

It was a hot summer and I was walking aimlessly. This is my first summer vacation since junior high school. I really don't want to do nothing in such a season of wearing thin short-sleeved trousers. Here it is.

I walked past a boy with orange short sleeves. You know, in such a hot season in summer, I was very upset, and then a person with the same color as this season appeared in front of me.

I feel angry in my heart. I don't know if I was confused by the high temperature or something. I just walked up to the boy and shouted hysterically to him: What orange clothes should I wear on a hot day? Aren't you bored? He was the first one.

For a moment, then turned around and began to grin at me. I should have been very angry at that time, but because of this smile, my anger actually disappeared! What kind of smile is that, like a beam of sunshine, not dazzling,

But it was warm and soft, which immediately cooled the restless heart. After looking at each other for a few seconds, he began to speak: you are a new student here! Newcomers to this school are disgusted with the summer here and all the clothes here.

People who walk back and forth have a slightly bright color, but if you can calm down and feel the comfort brought by summer, you will find that summer will not only make you feel annoyed. His words pulled me out of the chaotic situation just now.

Please, I did what he said. I do find it so cool in summer here. In that small corridor built with Parthenocissus tricuspidata, there is a cool feeling that calms your whole heart. Listen, I- ..

That's right! He said. I'm beginning to find that I can accept the summer here.

In this way, we met. Through heart-to-heart, I know that he is a junior two student named Peter, who loves life very much and is good at discovering life. With him, I became willing to accept it. I didn't want to accept it.

From him, I learned how to see the world from another angle. Gradually, our friendship began to change subtly. It was a beautiful feeling, and our hearts began to dim.

Hazy feeling, we like each other. In the following days, we also feel life together as usual, but the difference is that I find that we are more and more connected, and I can often guess his thoughts, and so is he.

I can often say what I want to say. Although all aspects have given us moderate pressure, we are not depressed because of it, and we remain the same.

Now, it's my second summer here, and he and I still have feelings about life, and we still have heart to heart. We didn't delay learning because of this, and even found the fun of learning from here, so our

His grades are also surprisingly good. However, our story continues, although he is still wearing orange short sleeves, although I still can't escape the irritability brought by summer. ...

There are too many stories in our flower season. However, all we can do is write down this wonderful memory. We blew out the 15 wishing candle, and those days of lying in my mother's arms and coquetry are gone forever. My reasons.

My thoughts, my dreams, and my horizons have all expanded unconsciously. I have entered the flower season of my life. After entering the flower season, my little heart is no longer calm, and we begin to have our own sky. We will keep asking ourselves: I am drifting.

Has it started? Will others pay attention to me? Will you be happy in the future? Although I have thought a lot, the answer seems to be only one: I will, I will. My bones are aching and my head is dizzy these days, but my mother said I was here.

Grow up, is that right? Most of my classmates are taller than me. Will I be taller than them? I fantasize and expect ... I walk in the street in the cold winter, and all the adults look sad. Will I grow up like this? I don't want it, if there is.

One day, I was walking in the street with glasses and a briefcase. That's the real me. As I walked, I felt inexplicable sadness in my heart. The flower season is like this: sentimental. A good day, suddenly gray and sad.

She's in my heart forever. Shouldn't she be cooking and watching TV at home at this time? She always does this, pushing everything aside: I'll do it. I rarely really do this. Damn it! Why do you think of her again? Today is the first day.

N+ 1 times I thought of her. However, I will restrain myself. I can't artificially add disappointment in this confused flower season, otherwise I will only make myself more confused. Alas! The flower season is beautiful, so we should take good care of it.

Grasp, grasp the beautiful friendship of the flower season, grasp the touching feelings between teachers and students, and grasp the fleeting time of the flower season. Primary school students write "We are writing in the flower season". When the flower season is over, we can proudly say: I hold it.

Have a regretless flower season! In the flower season, we are optimistic, go forward bravely and overcome difficulties; In the flower season, we are polite and sensible, polite to others, and think twice before you act; In the flower season, we unite as one, work hard for the collective, and work hard for

Do it yourself.

In the flower season, I am desperately sucking nutrition without attachment, with pursuit and vision! Gently lift your face and dry your tears. This heart will always belong to you. Tell me I'm not alone. Every time I hear this song.

When I sing, beautiful pictures come to my mind. At noon in the hot sun, an old woman with gray temples and dark blue cloth came slowly with a big black bag. She walked for a while.

I stopped to have a rest on the way and wiped the sweat from her forehead. At this moment, three passing little girls came along. One of them first took the big bag from the old woman. Maybe it's too heavy for her to lean on.

In an instant, the other party released the grandmother's hand and made a gesture to help her. The last one blocked the sunshine on the grandmother's face with his own sun umbrella and took out a piece of paper to gently wipe the sweat off her face. Also,

Maybe all this came too suddenly, and grandma was stunned for a long time. Then she gave Sanwei's kind little girl a grateful smile. At the same time, the three little girls also showed sweet smiles. So they were in the hot sun.

Walk slowly. Third, the little girl's enthusiasm and the grandmother's kindness. Tell us that love is all around us. As long as you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find. Every day, I meet a cleaner in front of our door. they

I bought the beauty and cleanliness of the whole street with my personal dirt, as well as our most beloved teachers. In order to make every student feel equal care, they prepared some small prizes with good intentions to encourage those who are studying.

Students who have made progress in the world. These small prizes not only give some material help to the students who have difficulties at home, but also give them the motivation to move forward. Life is like a cup of tea, only be careful.

Only by tasting can we know the sweet taste contained in it. So as long as you carefully taste everything around you, you will find the bright spots. Then you will know that love is around us. Flower season, in the red scarf.

Don't165438+1October 6th, which is the ceremony for us to leave the team and form an alliance. Like my classmates, I have different expectations for this activity, because we are about to unload our childhood and meet the challenges in our youth. Sitting in the car, I looked at the distance.

Last year, the sky suddenly appeared in my mind. At that time, we were still naive. The curiosity of entering junior high school drew a pink arc in my heart. I'm familiar with a bright red scarf in my hand.

The melody I know-the team song, is sweet in my heart, and I have found the feeling I have been familiar with for six years in primary school, and my heart is as warm as seeing my relatives. But this time, I will bid farewell to my beloved red scarf. I don't think I can wear it anymore.

When I wear the red scarf that accompanies me day and night, I feel an unspeakable taste, perhaps sour or sweet ... Please gently untie the red scarf on my chest. This moment has finally arrived. The voice of the host is obvious.

I feel a little shaky. After all, we still have a deep attachment to childhood. Listen to the team song, we are the successors of communism. I gently untied the knot and put the red scarf in my palm. I looked at the one that had been opened.

But it is still a bright red scarf, and I have mixed feelings. This bright red symbolizes a string of colorful memories: running together, laughing together, playing together ... At this moment, it has been with us for seven years, and there are many more.

It has different meanings. Our childhood is as beautiful as this red, and our youth will be as passionate and unrestrained as this red. Yes, we have reason to cling to innocence, but we have no reason to stop.

One step. Looking at the clear sky in the distance, the red leaves all over the mountain suddenly have a feeling that the red leaves all over the mountain are the symbol of autumn and the starting point of winter, just like this bright red scarf is the image of our childhood.

Signing is also the starting point of youth. I took a deep breath of the red scarf and gently put it in my pocket, because I have reason to believe that the pink color of my childhood has passed, no matter whether the days are sour or sweet.

Will give us a second chance. The flower season is welcoming us with her unique floral fragrance. We should grow up in another year ... I grew up in the flower season, with attachment and parting.