I want to bloom to show you

There is a pot of flowers on the balcony. It blooms early every year, and it fades early. It really deserves the phrase "a short-lived". I have always disliked this short-lived beauty and always thought that it was fleeting, so no I like the flowers, and I don't waste time admiring it.

Until that dim evening, I held the test paper in my hand. It seemed to be heavy and pressed against my chest. I couldn't breathe. Looking at the sky after the sun, the tears in the corner of the eye shed so for no reason. "Since the future is so embarrassing, why should I work so hard?" I said to myself.

When I got home, I wanted to smash the test paper into a ball and throw it into the trash. Then do it in the balcony and want to calm down your swaying heart. Suddenly the eyeball was attracted by the potted flower, and the flower pot was very loud, like saying to me proudly: "I will show you tonight." I sneered twice, laughing at it, knowing myself. Once opened, it will soon fade, but it will bloom. My hand gently waved her flower buds, "Wake up!", but the cockroaches still hold on the stem, seemingly reluctant to say: "I must show it to you, even if it will soon die, I still have to be open." I was a little bit impressed by its persistence and decided to keep it open at night.

The twelve o'clock bell finally sounded, and the silk flower was also "open" at that moment, I was a little surprised. Looking at the stubborn flowers and making such beautiful flowers, I don't laugh at it anymore, I was really shocked by him. Under the bright moonlight, the flowers are full of their own national appearance, like a light dancer, dancing their own song "Swan Lake" on the branches, and swaying the lights and hanging on the branches.

Maybe it’s the daughter’s natural lacrimal gland developed. I actually shed tears. I want to show my beautiful flower pose. It seems to tell me: “I said that I want to bloom for you, I will do it, even if the future I am also confused. I will be laughing at it. "It is laughing at me. It can work hard for the future, but I can't. It laughs and I can't even compare flowers."

I wiped my eyes and it was still wet. I asked myself: "I really don't even have flowers?" The stubborn voice in my heart told me: "No, you can, you should also bloom to see the fate, tell It, you can." Suddenly, I have determined my direction, I have to work hard, I want to bloom to see my destiny.

The ugly duckling strives to become a white swan;

I will work hard and blossom to show my destiny!

Jiangyan City, the second middle school, the third day: Wang Juan