Ship ticket to Worry Island

I can't buy a ticket to Sanssou Island, I have to stay on this strange and cultivated flowery island. I picked one of them and looked at the flourishing flowers in this lesson, and inadvertently fell into tears. Six years ago, my Ming Zhenxi lived on the island of worry-free for a long time without worry. It was so comfortable and happy. To this day, they told me: "You have been expelled from the island of worry-free, you, look for a place to live again, we do not welcome you here." Because my passport expires, I need to re-purchase the ticket to go through the formalities. However, the people who want to go to the island of worry-free are one after another. Six years ago, somehow a ticket was floating at my feet. I picked it up and followed the route to take the boat. I am a person who wants to follow the instinct. I always feel that I will be excluded in a strange place. Maybe I am destined to be lonely in my life! But when I think of my heart, I feel a little cool, and my nose is sour and I want to cry.

The day before I came to Flower Island, I didn't want to talk to anyone, just because I was not good at communication. I lived in Flower Island for three years. In the long three years, I also walked into a middle school, a school called Memory House. At the entrance ceremony, the headmaster sent us no flowers, and Tell us that this potted flower should be carefully cultivated. This flower is universal. After graduating in three years, it will bear fruit that belongs to me only. Although it still takes time to cultivate this potted flower, I hope to make friends with my classmates at the same time. This is my biggest wish now. I went into the campus and the phone rang. I received a notice from the ticket office. When I was 18 years old, I could return to Worry-Free Island. Now every three years, I went to a new island to see different students and different friends. Of course, I am looking forward to the final result. First of all, I have to smile and face life. Perhaps this is also one of the ways to communicate with people. In the next three years, I will try to survive on the flower island, try to cultivate my own flowers, and look at the peanut roots and sprout. It bears the fruit that belongs only to me. I turned off the phone and strode into the campus, because today I will know the first friend of the first class of Flower Island.

The first day: Xibao Xibao has troubles