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The third year of high school is a difficult journey. In the stormy journey and the journey of thorns, we like the wisteria and hibiscus in the winter mud, trying to extract nutrients and grow up. Waiting for yourself to meet a beautiful bloom in the bright spring of Guanghua.
Time never gives people the opportunity to choose, in the rush of the rainy season, throwing our youthful seeds into the mountains, let us squat, epiphany, and grow up in the stormy days, and see what results this effort will have.
At the time of "Little Lotus is sharp and sharp", we are looking forward to the future. When we are in the third year of high school, we begin to understand the cruelty of growth. Confused in the endless dreams and embarrassment, we also encourage each other, to declare to youth, never give up.
Everyone is looking forward to the blossoms. We stepped on the tails of our teenagers, hiding sorrows and sweethearts, releasing the white birds that symbolize hope, and chasing the golden time. That is the age of the first appearance, that is the age of "I love to fight to win." At that time, we rushed on the journey, carrying the bag full of embarrassment for the future, and it will accompany us to the high school for three years, to the unknown and beautiful ivory tower. The sweet and sour taste of growth makes people think and give people the motivation to move forward. Although the road ahead is still long, we should also have the courage to carry our ambitions and ideals, such as flowers bravely blooming, and there is no reason to be sad.
Twelve years of hard work, pouring into a firm belief, helped us to struggle to stubborn land. "When the spring is over two-thirds, with Futonghua newspaper and knowledge", in the summer of 2010, it must be beautiful. Looking back, that is the day we shed our youth, we are persistent, forbearing, and strong.
Forget success or failure! The brave never regrets, because he knows that the most splendid scenery in his heart will always wait for him.
"Bao Jianfeng has been honed out, plum blossoms have come from bitter cold." The bloom of flowers has always undergone a thousand tempering and polishing. In the time when the earth is moving, it will eventually break away from the icy cliffs and have its own season.
When the tentacles of the butterfly tap the stamen, when the elf's wings slide over the powder flaps, the delicate eyes open, and the buds emit a crisp sound like a broken scorpion. Listen, this is a happy smile of flowers, the best response after a long wait.
The blooming flowers are all beautiful, and those who have worked hard will be successful.
Life is resounding in the valley, have you heard it? It is the sound of flowers.