[2013 summer essay] flower blooms in the summer

Youthful, it seems to bloom in the summer. --Inscription

When I was a child, happiness was very simple. When I grew up, I was simple and happy. My mother said that when I was a child, I was very good. Every day, I was quietly combined. I either eat or sleep. When someone else gave a lollipop, I won’t shake my head and recite the goose, goose, goose, and song to the sky song. The white hair floats green water, and the red palm clears the waves. "Mom also took out the photos of a child, the little girl above, with a shofar, a lollipop in her mouth, a smile showing the dimple, a naive Look like. Now I am no longer happy because of a lollipop or a Barbie doll. People often say that "you don't know how to taste", but when you grow up, you grow taller and your troubles expand. Now I will secretly shed tears because the exam is not tested, I will be troubled by the acne on my face, I will feel shy because of my body's puberty reaction, and I will be mixed with inexplicable joy. As Bing Xin said: childhood! It is the truth in the dream, the dream in the real, the smile with tears in the memory. For us who grew up, childhood, rendered by laughter and laughter, is our most memorable memory. But at our age, the life of youth is fascinating.

When I was a child, I fell asleep. I always wanted to see if there were any people around me. I just cried and didn’t get up. When you grow up, you will encounter unhappy things. You must always look at whether there are people around you. If you grow up, you will get up and cry. At our age, we don't believe that "it is only true", so we abandon mediocrity, pursue perfection and vigorousness; we don't believe that "slow stream is easy to throw people, red cherry, green banana", so we are still in the wind and rain In the midst of the disease, we don’t want to abandon it, we don’t give up, we don’t give up; we don’t believe in time and time, so we take responsibility and honor, work hard, and let go of our dreams. In the face of learning, we are familiar with "black hair does not know how to work early, white first regrets reading late", so we sleepless nights, read the lights and read at night. In the face of life, we enjoy the "small and insulting, leisurely watching the flowers bloom before the court; to stay unintentional, with the sky outside the clouds and clouds Shu" leisure. In the face of life, we learn the meaning of "falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning it into a spring mud to protect flowers". We turn off the door of childhood, just live in the present and live in our youth. Make life like a summer flower, and die like a beautiful autumn leaves.

When I was young, whoever is good to me, I like who; when I grow up, I like who I am. What awakens my memory, like a gust of wind blowing a flower to sleep. When I was a child, I met my good friend An An for the first time. We all looked at each other and were not very pleasing to the eye. Who knows that the relationship is so close. One of us, like the summer, is like autumn, but it always turns winter into spring. Let's take our hands together and go to school, and eat the stinky tofu of the roadside stall. When we were with Anan, we never ate meat, because Anan said: The internal organs of animals have memories of their past lives, and their fur has their feelings. Because Anan, who was a child, has always protected me like a big sister and is good to me, so I like her. When I grow up, I like Ann, I want to be nice to her, but because of the division of the country, it is separated. If you miss you once, you will lose a grain of sand in the sky, then my thoughts for you are the whole Sahara. Anan, I thought that your feeling is a feeling of wanting to cry. Tagore said: If you shed tears because you lost the sun, then you will also lose the stars. Now, we all have our own good friends, take the famous bus for life, we will see the picturesque scenery, meet a variety of warm passengers, and then reach their end.

In the summer vacation, I used pens to write all my feelings in a beautiful diary:

When we were young, we cried and cried and laughed; when we grew up, we smiled and cried. But no matter what, "The night gave me black eyes, but I used it to find the light." Youthful, it seems to bloom in the summer. Be the best in the best years.

Fengjiang Middle School, Luqiao District, Taizhou, Zhejiang, China: Wang Mengxue