Senior one needs 500 words urgently to listen to the experience exchange class of senior sister.

The soft balance of hair comes with the breeze, the trees are shaded, the sun is dazzling, and the sky is really blue.

A group of us, who don't know much about it, are chasing and fighting on the canal embankment. There was an east wind with a faint fragrance blowing head on. "It smells good!" Lily has the sharpest nose. "Look!" I pointed my chubby finger at a row of peach trees in front of me. Pink peach blossoms are lightly powdered, and when the wind blows, the petals as clear as jade fat fall to the ground. "How beautiful!" "Well, you can eat peaches soon!"

Lying on the grass, the soft grass caressed us. "I really want to be like a peach blossom when I grow up." "Well, it's very kind of adults, don't be in charge, time is too slow ..."

At this time, how can we notice that peach bone buds are quietly opening on a Momo tree next to the big tree?

The wind, frost and sword are pressing hard.

When I first entered junior high school, I leaned against the peach tree, and the white clouds in the sky patted the leaves with longing.

The failure of exams again and again, the pressure of further education.