The dazzling sunshine brought one thing after another into my sight, looked up, oh! It is a flower in bud on the old tree in front of the window, with glittering raindrops and orange-red buds, which are delicate and charming, surrounded by green leaves and twisted branches, as if she were a young lady who loves thousands of things. Maybe you can't help falling in love with her, but I'm worried: how can a spoiled person stand the weather?
There are more and more summers and the weather is getting hotter and hotter. I have a bad temper. I can't stand the dull weather, so it's getting harder and harder to study. The study pressure is becoming more and more unbearable. The idea of giving up flashed through my mind several times, but I couldn't make up my mind after all.
The exams again and again, and the unsatisfactory results again and again, make me chilling. Why can I only look at the flowers in other people's hands and listen to the applause of others? So, the idea of giving up grew in my heart,
One day, I came home with a very depressed mood. When I returned to my room, I casually remembered the flowers on that old tree. I thought they were already depressed after a heavy rain, who knows?
When I opened the curtains, the blossoming flowers were no longer shy girls, but like Mulan who struggled hard on the battlefield, releasing fiery red petals freely. Looking up at the sun, they burned into my heart, stirred up waves in my chest and rekindled the battle in my heart. The leaves of the old tree are greener and the branches are thick and hovering. This unexpected, unrestrained and never giving up blooming flower is so firm and confident. Fighting the storm in life won him a moment of success.
The heat of summer still lingers. Sometimes I look up and see a big tree outside the window, full of red flowers. That kind of red is like a beating heart, accumulating strength and bursting out at the right time. At this moment, I will continue to study. I can't live without faith. When Churchill was asked about the secret of success, he said: "First, don't give up; Second, never give up; Third, never, never give up. " I know that the more times everyone walks on the road, the less scenery there will be.
I looked up out of the window. In the afterheat of late summer, the flowers on that tree are more bright, unrestrained and confident. It turns out that there are not only such trees in front of the window, but also such scenery in my heart. Flowers are faith, bearing the fruits of success.
Never give up, I was born like a summer flower.