That great Xia helped me to revise my composition. I was in the third grade, and my composition was called "It's windy again", which was changed from someone else's composition on the Internet to 6 words.

The breeze blows through the window lattice, making a rustling sound; Dust rolled up a beautiful half arc and fell quietly. It's another year when the wind blows, bringing faint memories when the lights are dim and the moon is on the other side, just like our breath ...

Everything in the past is blown away by the breeze, like electricity, and fleeting. Everything in the past is in pieces.

year after year, people are like a swallow between beams, step by step, either empty or persistent, but they still have to move forward. "Life is always worth looking forward to, and it contains infinite beauty and potential." Our chemistry teacher is talking in front of the blackboard, "It's useless to use potassium chlorate to make oxygen for heating, and we need to add a catalyst." "Students: If life is a chemical equation, then for the hope of life, we must add a catalyst to our life. With it, we can go on bravely step by step." Yes, the past, bright or depressed, now you only have the present. Looking to the future, we can have a splendid life.

So, please believe that life in Grade Three is not dark, and diligent sweat can finally water the flowers of life. Maybe your grades are not ideal, maybe your past was debauchery, but giving up is definitely not our choice. Please remember: some are now, some are the future.

The oxygen of our life should be made by ourselves, and the sky we pursue should be painted by ourselves. The battlefield without smoke is the most fearful, and the life without wind and rain is the most sad. Giving up speaking out of turn is a coward's choice, and working hard is the promise of the strong.

I still miss people in spring. The past years have turned into a dull wind, spinning around this tree of memory and blowing down the spring scenery. Those fragments, as warm as the sun, are burning brightly, making the whole season beautiful. What can we see and what can we see from the fragments? Listening to the spring breeze blowing gently, is it pursuing hopes and dreams?

When the morning breeze brings the first light, we bid farewell to the naivety of Grade One and the active expansion of Grade Two, and the life of Grade Three shines with diligence, enrichment and hope. We still have to step by step, counting the crooked footprints of the past, or moving forward firmly or hesitatingly.