Sixteen year old flower season

I also clearly remember that in 16 years today, I was covered with liquid and I fell to the ground. --Inscription

In the past 16 years, I have stepped into the most beautiful period after stimulating long thoughts. Today is very special. One means that I am entering a turning point in puberty.

I am excited, I am excited, this is because I feel that everything I have is so beautiful, I have them for 16 years.

I was honored to be born in such a family. Although she is not so beautiful, he is not so tall, but all of this is unique to me.

For 16 years, they have nurtured my growth like a gardener, and I have cared for me to grow up like a nurse.

Today, 16 years later, I have grown up, and some things must be learned to be strong.

I remember once, I asked my father about the story of the butterfly breaking. "Does the daddy butterfly break the pain?" "That certainly hurts, just like I hurt your ears." "Cut, Dad, that butterfly is so painful, why not peel it off manually, so much Ok, the province is guilty.” Dad’s expression is serious: “Children, the butterfly has a certain natural rule, just like a person. He has been in the mother’s body since he started forming a child. We can’t take him directly. Take it out and train it, and if the butterfly does not experience pain and struggle, and does not experience a cycle of death on the road to death, there will be no flying wings today, and today’s radiance.” “Okay, Dad, I understand, my flower season. It also needs to be strong and persistent."

How can I see the rainbow without going through the storm? How can I grow without going through the break?

That time, in the hot summer, I knew the painful call on the tree, and we were about to conduct a more painful test - the physical examination.

I was not good at the system, I was not good at running, so I stood in the last one. In the first few minutes before the exam, my hands and legs did not listen to the trembling. The whistle sounded, and the classmates were like wild horses who were dislocated. They chased the opponents who ran in the first place. Of course, I was no exception. I didn’t hear the teacher’s cheers. The only thing that floated in my ears was the whistling wind. Keep breathing. When I ran to the third lap, I thought of two extremely horrible words, "Give up?" I thought: All the third lap, it should be no problem to insist, right, Dad licks his ears, the butterfly breaks. Oh, it hurts, the little butterfly can bear it, I am a living person, and I am sixteen, no, no, I must persist!

After the meeting, on the last lap, only 20 meters away from the finish line, I used all my strength to rush forward, ten meters, nine meters, six meters, three meters, ah, crossed the end, and again Something else.

Lying on the lawn, looking at the sky, I saw a small butterfly flying past me.

The original success is as simple as this. As long as you insist on persisting, victory will definitely belong to you. At the age of sixteen, I have one more insistence!

The third experimental school of Sanhe City, Sanhe City, Langfang, Hebei, China