There is such a touch of color in the second day of junior high school-composition

No matter in study, work or life, everyone will always come into contact with composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). So have you ever studied composition? The following is my composition with such a touch of color-welcome to read, I hope you will like it.

There is such a touch of color-second day 1. The world is rich and colorful. "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple" lights up the living colors, but red shines in everyone's heart.

Red is warm.

You must have seen the red sun, right? It was so red and warm when it first rose. Melting glaciers melt people's indifference, give all things the energy to grow and give people the warmth in winter. This touch of red is not only a color, but also a kind of warmth.

Because the sun is warm, that touch of red is also warm.

Red is bright.

Looking at the war years, our great soldiers died to defend their country, and their blood spilled on the hot land of the motherland, especially bright red, like a blooming red rose. Red is the color of heart, blood and party. Every Chinese has such a touch of red in his heart.

The reason why red is bright is because the blood of soldiers is particularly bright on hot land.

Red is festive.

When the festival comes, the streets and alleys are covered with red lanterns and red flags. People always wear red clothes and put up red couplets. The stage of the Spring Festival Gala on TV is also red, and everything in the world is red.

Red illuminates the sky, the earth and people's hearts.

Because the festival is full of red, everywhere is full of festive atmosphere, so red is festive.

The beauty of blushing is beyond words. Red represents warmth, red is bright and red is festive.

Do you like blush? I like it very much. No matter how long it takes, I will remember that touch of red. Because, I remember, there was a touch of red that once bloomed on my growing road.

There is such a touch of color-you, regardless of past grievances, are meritocratic, tolerant and generous, and are a generation of famous stars, adding a touch of shining color to history.

After you acceded to the throne, you appointed Bao, who assisted you, as your photo. Uncle Ya was very grateful, but for the sake of national affairs, he took the initiative to step down and recommended Guan Zhong in prison. After hearing this, you have no revenge. The appointment of Guan Zhong as Prime Minister reflects your broad mind and good political style of appointing people on their merits. Finally, with Guan Zhong's help, you have achieved hegemony and added a touch of bright color to history.

In order to consolidate your rule, you decided to recruit more sages, but for a whole year, you didn't recruit a sage. Later, you listened to the advice of a mathematician who knows arithmetic, and there are many talents all over the country. You are good at listening to others' opinions and accepting them with an open mind, which makes you richer and stronger and adds a touch of color to history.

For some sages who don't come voluntarily, you will carry forward the spirit of King Wu and take the initiative to invite them until they come out. There is a man who is very talented. After you know him, you have to see him three times a day, but you can't. You don't give up, and you insist on asking him out. The last time I met that person for the fifth time, that person was moved by your persistence and sincerity and agreed to you. You insist on doing things and never give up until you get the result you want. Finally, many wise people have been used by you, painting a new color in history.

You are also very good at listening to ministers' opinions, reducing taxes, reducing penalties, appeasing the people, enabling ministers to speak freely, and enabling you to learn from others and correct personal gains and losses. Your enlightened assistance has made your country "like others" and added a touch of bright color to history.

There is such a touch of color that tells us to be tolerant and generous, let bygones be bygones, and follow good advice. Only in this way can our life be colorful.

There is such a touch of color-it has been cold for three days. Looking at the dead leaves blown by the wind outside, I got up and walked to the room, and a touch of blue came into view-an apron hung on the hanger. Looking at this light blue, my thoughts can't help drifting back to the past. ...

When I wake up in the morning, I can always hear footsteps outside the door, from "drumming" to silence? d？ D, mom here, the door was gently pushed open, and a touch of light blue changed from fuzzy to clear. My mother crept up to my bed and whispered in my ear, "Son, it's time to sleep for ten minutes at most." Then I turned around and pulled the curtain half open. My mother never opens the curtains completely for fear that the sun will burn her eyes. I squinted at the light blue figure quietly walking from the room to the door, turning the door gently, and I vaguely heard the sound of "symphony" in the kitchen.

At this time, I always close my eyes, enjoy the subtle sound changes, imagine your busy light blue figure in the kitchen, and often indulge in it. In this way, a happy day began.

In the dark night, struggling at the table, I was conquering a "fortress". Mother's "drumming" footsteps reached my ears again. She came to the door and knocked lightly, only a few times, and never knocked more, as if knocking more would disturb me. At this time, a touch of light blue slowly caught my eye, and my mother said kindly, "What do you want to eat, son?" I always look up and smile and say, "Mom, no, I'm not hungry." But this sentence is generally useless, and the door closes gently. After a while, the door opened gently with a creak, and delicious snacks and steaming milk would be delivered to me. On a cold night, with milk in my hand, I felt the heat of my fingertips, and my heart was unusually warm.

A cool breeze blew over and I couldn't help shivering. I looked at the light blue apron in front of me and smelled the familiar smell on it. The past is vivid. This touch of light blue in front of me will accompany me through the day after day on the road of growth. Light blue contains deep maternal love and will accompany me through a happy life year after year. ...

There is such a touch of color-composition 4 of the second day of junior high school. Rise of the legend is far from home.

Fire, stretching for hundreds of miles, turned the river blue, ghosts and gods changed color, and Dawei flag was burned with holes; When Shu perished in Xiong Bing, shouts of killing were heard. Rise of the legend, according to your proud smile, is a lean man in troubled times. Who doesn't look at your color? Zhuge Liu Bei, who won't let you pay three points of respect? Hidden in the chest, hidden in the abdomen. The burning red cliff is your masterpiece. Cao Wei's soldiers and generals were killed and fled. They chose the road of escape. You also fought for Wu Dong, but you made Tongquetai a castle in the air, lonely and desolate.

Looking east, it is gone; Whip Fang Qiu, and the waves wash away the heroes. This war will make you immortal and bring great prosperity in Wu. You are bloody and determined. You are a gifted scholar in Jiangdong, and you are Zhou Gongjin.

Bishui Dan Xin swims in Daishan Mountain

The mountain is high, winding and steep. Looking up, I breathed a sigh of relief and went up the hill. This road is strange and steep, comparable to Huashan Mountain. Every 100 steps, we have to turn nine turns in the middle of its mound. You have traveled all over countless famous mountains and rivers, and Tianmu Mountain leads to heaven in a straight line. Its peak has surrendered to your feet, but you are still amazed by this mountain. Drink a pot of wine and move on. It's too difficult to reach the top. Standing halfway up the mountain, you think you can't see all the spring scenery in the world, leaving regrets, but doing your best is enough. On the way down the mountain, I was able to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Shu Mountain, but at first I thought it was beautiful. Relax and see the essence. You know the true meaning, even if you are degraded again and again, you are still so naive. Your poems are not touching, but full of waves and landscapes. Watching Hong Fei flapping his wings and traveling alone in the sky. But looking back, I can't remember the jade face with you anymore.

You hate the golden color in the palace, and you come to stay with the green mountains and green waters. Innocence is all my interpretation of you; I don't like this world, this is the final destination of my love for you.

You, Li Taibai, are the unique Li Taibai, who despise everything and are not afraid of power.

Rain songs lie in the boat, carefree and carefree, and worry-free at the age of 100. Romantic love often laughs at me. Today, it is a youth tour.

The color of history, an epic proposition.

There is such a touch of color-I often think that the warm orange between the pages of the sun is the most touching color in the world. I love the color of Wen Ya, which is indifferent and permeates my soul with the pages.

Early in the morning, I pushed open the window, and the spring was everywhere, and the warmth flooded the study like water, infecting every corner. The breeze lifted the curtain and brought me in. It was Ying Ying who was warm, and the Yuntai Collection in his hand reflected warm colors. It was a sleepy morning, the ink fluttered slightly in my nose, and my hand rubbed gently between the pages. Zheng Gu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a somewhat sad and self-deprecating style that caught my eye. "When the dream of traveling is over, every time I look forward to the journey", I sang softly, as if I had just spit out a faint breeze, full of the poetry and homesickness of the talented people who traveled far away, leading me into the poem. Re-read Autumn and Huaihe River, New Moon Touches People. In late autumn, standing alone at the bow, people are scattered in the distance, lonely and helpless, weaving knots. I don't know Zheng Gu, but I can vaguely feel a little hazy melancholy. With the ancients thousands of years ago, I was sad and lonely. I got up unconsciously, caressed my face warmly and closed my eyes. I saw the mountains and cold water outside the window again. I sat alone in the hut, listening to the snow falling from the cold window. Looking up, I saw a few boats moored on the river. The sunset was far away, and it was chilly. The White House was pitiful. It is precisely the history that is slowly coming, and the peaceful and easy-going atmosphere is coming. When I opened my eyes, I saw just the right morning light. In the depths of my memory, the snow-capped mountains are deeply covered with a touch of orange, which is the warm color and the color of sunshine.

If the morning light is weak, the bright sunshine in the afternoon must be stronger. The heat of the earth is masked by color. By the window, the afternoon sun shines all over the pages through the window, and the wonderful artistic conception and feeling of text construction permeate the whole body, and the heart jumps and flies between the lines. Looking up, the blue sky is like dye, the sun is dazzling, the clouds are strange, and everything is calm. This scene is just framed by the window and hung on the wall, leisurely and carefree. The dense sunshine flows like running water in every corner of the room, holding a book until the last ray of sunshine disappears from the page, gathering around at dusk, still unwilling to release the book, a good book, a chair, the color of sunshine, one afternoon is enough, close your eyes, black ink and orange light are everywhere.

That touch of color, jumping between the lines, and the book, warmed my soul. With such a touch of color, follow me like a shadow, every word. Every time I study, there are always a few oranges that sink into the sea of books with me from beginning to end and become the most beautiful color in my memory.

There is such a touch of color-I just entered junior high school and may not have adapted to junior high school. I didn't give full play to my strength in the first monthly exam, and I did badly in the exam, but I seem to have a touch of gray in my heart, which I can't erase.

It was a rainy day, but on this rainy day, I saw a different touch of green: the green radish was smooth and lovely from top to bottom, just like a shy girl in a green robe, showing green vitality. "The green radish flowers are full of empty pine and cypress branches", and the rain drops by drop, but the green radish still sticks to her slender waist branches. Accompanied by light rain, the green radish is more like a beauty who has just taken a shower, showing mysterious and hazy beauty, and the enchanting green seems to have erased a layer of gray from my heart.

Looking at this green radish, a kind of love arises spontaneously. I love its delicious food and its "green radish is unattainable"; I love its mystery, love its "repeated infatuation with youth, when I love green radish leisure"; I love its elegance, I love its "colorful clouds are invisible, green radish is covered with fluffy birds"; But I love its greenery more, and I love its "playing the piano with flowers and sitting under the moss and green radish tree in the spring breeze" ...

I can't help but think of me now. Even in the rain, the green radish will show its green color without reservation. And I, after experiencing setbacks, give up on myself and blindly feel that life is not easy, but I have never reviewed myself well. Green radish, your touch of green, I will remember it in my heart and never forget it.

In fact, we are the same as Laura. Sometimes, we will shine our brilliance and show the vitality, wildness and detachment of youth. But sometimes, we will be frustrated, but what we are afraid of is that we will be devastated and give up on ourselves after being frustrated. If you give up on yourself, you may really be a cripple, but if you face life optimistically and smile at it like a green radish, then one day, we will create the peak of life!

Laura, thank you for your green touch. I believe it will be the most important color in my heart!

There is such a touch of color in the second day of junior high school-composition 7. Life is picturesque, and the people, things and feelings I meet turn into different colors, which fragrant my life picture. But among all the clouds, only that touch of color, not as strong as fireworks, not as light as tea, lit up a corner of my heart.

I have worked with him for more than two years, and I have never really paid attention to him. It was not until a conversation on the way to running exercises in the third semester that he began to enter my world. He is tall and has a cool haircut. He likes playing basketball, so he often steps on a pair of basketball shoes.

I can't remember which Friday it is. At night, when the lights are on, an endless stream of students return to their warm homes in groups of three or five. The light of the street lamp is very soft, like a layer of gauze, sprinkled on pedestrians. In harmony, I am the only one standing among them, watching the dense vehicles in the distance, waiting for the one that belongs to me to come quickly. As time went on, the crowd gradually became sparse. Looking at the hands on the dial, it indicates that the piano lesson that started only half an hour is slowly coming to me, and I can't help but worry. My heart stings like thousands of ants roasted by high temperature.

The sky is gloomy and dark, with three or two stars dotted on it, and it is slightly lonely in Cang Sang. In the dead of winter, the cold wind blows from time to time, mixed with sad breath, blowing on the body, hurting the last line of patience in my heart I can't help clenching my fist and trying my best to control my anxiety, but my mind is still full of angry piano teachers. As soon as the cool breeze blows, tears also fall down, and my heart feels like a big stone, which is extremely uncomfortable.

In the misty eyes, he appeared in a trance. He waved to me with a basketball and said in a slightly magnetic voice, "Hi, Miss Jasper Zeng!" " Just a greeting, but like a ray of warm sun in winter, disturbed my fear and anxiety and lit up the dark corner of my heart. Then the light flashed and my mother drove up to me. I only left with a shallow smile in my panic, but that voice left a lingering shadow in my heart.

There is such a touch of color that soothes my anxiety and teaches me to wait.

There is that kind of light color, neither strong nor light, just right.

There is such a touch of color-composition 8 in the second day of junior high school has such a touch of color, which represents life, hope and the most beautiful and natural color in the world.

When I was a child, I went back to my grandmother's house on vacation. When I am free, I like to go out for a walk with my family. The path is sandwiched between a crystal clear stream and seamless mountains, and on the other side of the stream are rows of mountains. The mountains are covered with lush trees, including pine, cypress and bamboo! Every leaf is full of vitality. When the sun shines golden light on the mountain, it is simply "the heaven of human desire"-there are small drops of water on the leaves, and the golden sunshine falls on it, all shining! I was very excited and asked my mother, "Are there many elves dancing on it?" How beautiful! "Mom replied with a smile," yes! Look, many elves are waving to you!

When I grew up, I went back to my grandmother's house. On the way, I was surprised to find that many mountains are lifeless. Leaving only bare loess! I am very sad. After dinner, I walked with my family again and lost interest. The setting sun has flushed the earth, but it can't cover up the ugly khaki on the bare mountain. The sunshine in the daytime once sprinkled golden light on the earth, but it made the khaki on the bare mountain more dazzling, just like a golden mountain.

Where is that color? What made it disappear? Is it an axe? This is a saw ... the lure of money! For the sake of money, human beings try their best to erase this vibrant color and add the color of money. Such a touch of color should not be lacking in human homes. It is the representative of life and hope, and it is the clothes of nature. Take off our clothes, and there will be no safe haven for us when the wind comes.

Man, that color is the most beautiful and natural color in the world. Protect it and cherish it! Jinshan Yinshan is not worth it.

There is such a touch of color-composition 9 of the second day of junior high school has such a touch of color, which adds a touch of luster to my life.

Dance is what I meet every day and what I want to meet. Like sunshine and air, it is what I need most.

I remember it was a touching morning. I'm going to perform a program, make up, dance, and everything is ready.

It's my turn to go on stage. I am wearing a gorgeous and light skirt, walking at a brisk pace and doing graceful movements. My posture is so soft! I was dancing. Unexpectedly, my foot slipped and I fell. I couldn't help but get nervous and swallowed. My heart is almost in my throat, and it seems that there is a heat flow coming out. I muttered in my heart: "It's over, it's over, it's embarrassing, how to face everyone!" "I heard a burst of laughter. Because I was afraid of hearing this kind of voice, I never dared to perform on stage again.

Two years later, I sat in the audience and silently watched the dancers perform on the stage. Seeing them all smiles and so confident, I seem to see myself before.

At this time, my mother saw my sad face and said to me, "Daughter! I can see that you still love dancing. Just because of one mistake, you won't finish your dream. Will you be knocked down by this little setback? I didn't know you liked it. " I pursed my lips, took a deep breath and thought, "Yes! I want to pursue my dream. How can I be knocked down by a small setback? I want to stand on the stage again and let everyone witness my style! "

After that, I worked hard at home, made a comeback, and boarded a big and beautiful stage for a time. This time, what I got was no longer a burst of ridicule, but a warm and affirmative applause.

After that, I regained my confidence, won many awards and got a lot of applause. From then on, I never said give up, and never bowed to setbacks.

Perhaps, it is because of this color that I will succeed.

There is such a touch of color-the bright green in the second grade composition 10, which is printed in my mind. It changed me, telling me that only by working hard, fighting hard and changing myself to adapt to the environment can we win the bright colors in life.

These days, exams are always unsatisfactory because of poor academic performance. Mother bought a pot of chlorophytum and put it on the study table. It grows in wet soil, just like snuggling in its mother's arms. Banded leaves spread around, some grow upward, some grow sideways, some are dark green, some are green. Under the sunshine, it is more green and dazzling.

One day, my father uprooted the chlorophytum, washed the soil and put it into the water. I put my hands on her hips and said doubtfully, "well, why put it in the water?" Can it live? " A few days later, the roots of Dictyophora indusiata rot and stink. I sighed and said regretfully, "I'm afraid I won't live." I haven't paid attention for days. One day, I accidentally found that under its dark roots, a transparent root was born, thin and long. The yellow leaves in the original green withered, but they grew fresh green leaves, some like copper coins, some curled up, so green that I was intoxicated, as if I had unlimited vitality and vitality.

When my mother saw me lost in thought, she smiled faintly and said meaningfully, "Chlorophytum has endurance that ordinary people can't imagine." It can only live in the water after enduring the pain of rotten roots. " I understand my mother's good intentions. Then I studied hard and turned all the stumbling blocks into stepping stones.

Life has given us setbacks and sufferings, but life doesn't care. Everything is like chlorophytum, change yourself and adapt to the environment. Inadvertently, I looked up and saw the bright colors of chlorophytum. I buried my head and went to the top of learning.

There is such a touch of color-the second-grade composition 1 1 has such a touch of color, which is deeply imprinted in my heart and lingering.

Time flies, and it's the most beautiful autumn of the year. Fallen leaves are flying all over the sky, and the bleak autumn wind is surging. Mountains, rivers, forests and grasslands are all painted with a gentle aura, and golden colors are everywhere, which makes people warm.

Sasha vujacic sasha vujacic, walking on fallen leaves, is a boring way to school, with sound and color. I continued to walk on the dead leaves, and there was a rustle in my ear, but it was a little different, one heavy and one light, alternating back and forth. Doubt. After a long pause, the sound is getting closer and closer. Look around, no one is there. Looking down, a little yellow dog is wagging its tail at me. Suddenly, there were some surprises and some surprises. How can a puppy's footsteps be heavy and light? I took a few more steps and the dog followed me. Only then did I find that one of its front legs was not quite right and there was no sole. Its left front leg is missing a section, hanging in the air, unable to walk, just limping.

Some are pitiful, some are distressed. Another autumn wind blew and the leaves fluttered. Rotate and land. The puppy ran to the fallen leaves and seemed to like the feeling of stepping on them as much as I did. Just a little stumbling, a little unstable. It wagged its tail happily and kept turning around, very excited. I suddenly felt some feelings, distressed and happy.

I don't know what disabled it. It can't run fast, no one cares, no one hurts, but it doesn't complain about God's injustice, but lives strong and optimistic. Sad for its fate, happy for its happiness.

Compared with the big waves in life, we have nothing to complain about. Be optimistic about suffering, be strong about life and spend every day happily.

The autumn wind continues to blow, and we are still walking on the golden deciduous path. The golden color of autumn makes me warm and strong. Listen, "Sasha Vujacic, Sasha Vujacic" ...

There is such a touch of color-the second grade composition 12 has such a touch of color, always in every corner of Huangshan; There is such a touch of color that the whole Huangshan Mountain is dressed up.

Huangshan Mountain, a famous dangerous peak. High, dangerous and big, tourists from all over the world come here to see the posture of Huangshan Mountain. Last year, I was lucky enough to go to Huangshan and witnessed its posture.

Indeed, Huangshan Mountain soars into the sky. Stone steps are like silver wires dropped from the air, dangerous and narrow, close to 90 degrees right angle. I have struggled to climb every stone step, but only by climbing it can I see the most beautiful scenery. I climbed and climbed, and finally climbed halfway up the mountain. It is not easy. Let's take a picture as a souvenir. I took a picture, well, it was really beautiful. Hey, who's that man at the top of the mountain? Enlarge the photo and see, it turned out to be a cleaner, climbing to the edge of the cliff and risking his life to pick up a plastic bag. Is it worth it? Forget it, I'd better keep going up.

When I was about to climb to the top of the mountain, I met another sanitation worker. He is thirty or forty years old, with a broom and a bunch of mineral water bottles, bags, napkins and so on. In his hand, he was sweating all over the steps. I asked curiously, "Do you work hard every day?" "Hard work, just get up early and get greedy. Picking up empty bottles and bags every day is all kinds of rubbish anyway. After cleaning, I looked at it myself and felt really comfortable. " Say that finish, his eyes exude incomparable pride and pride. "What time do you get up for work every day?" "At four or five o'clock, while it was still there, we started cleaning. It was also a person who awakened this mountain! " After listening to his words, he turned and went on working.

Look at this mountain, behind these amazing scenery, it is the hard work of sanitation workers. They get up early and come back late every day, just to keep every corner of Huangshan clean. I hope tourists can protect it while enjoying the beautiful scenery and prevent it from being flooded by garbage.

After visiting Huangshan Mountain, so many beautiful scenery amazed the world. But I admire the hard work of this sanitation worker. They are the most beautiful scenery on Huangshan Mountain.

There is such a touch of color to decorate Huangshan Mountain.

There is such a touch of color-13 of the window, that touch of color ripples in front of my eyes, making me stop and stare, and I don't want to leave for a long time.

A few months ago, my mother bought a pot of gardenia with many buds and wanted to open it. I look forward to its blooming every day, so I often water and fertilize it, hoping to see the beautiful gardenia one day. My mother warned me not to drive like this. I don't think so. I still look forward to its blooming.

Maybe it didn't bloom at the mother's request. I'm a little disappointed, but it never rains but it pours, and its buds gradually fall. In a few days, it was bare. I am not in the mood. I don't take care of it often anymore. Mom also said it wouldn't bloom.

By chance, when I was cleaning, I saw the gardenia on the balcony again. In the sun, I found that it has several buds. I called my mother excitedly, but she still denied that it would bloom. In short, I really inspired confidence.

This morning, I went out with my mother, but the weather was not very good and it rained without any warning. My mother and I hurried home. I looked at the balcony and suddenly remembered gardenia. At this time, the mighty heavy rain kept hitting its leaves, making a very discordant sound. But its branches are hard to resist the strong wind, bending countless times, but standing countless times.

It rained for a long time, and the air was filled with moist breath, but the leaves on the gardenia were washed greener and destroyed by the heavy rain, but in the end, there was still a bud on the delicate branch!

Will you be in full bloom tomorrow morning? Will your flowers be fragrant and white? It will stand on the branch, right?

There is such a touch of color that has always stayed in my heart, encouraging me and keeping me moving forward.

There is such a touch of color-the sky is blue, the vegetation is green, and a meter of flowers are four colors ... Standing in front of the window, the breeze brings me the sweet smell of the field, the birds bring me the freedom and happiness to fly freely, and the eyes bring me vivid and wonderful vision.

hope blue

I hold my head high and feel like "valiant, spirited, crossing the Yalu River ..." The great soldiers hold their heads high, and the sunset lengthens their shadows. They are so proud and confident because they see the blue sky and have more hope than the sky. Birds are singing, singing "I hope the blue sky flies on me, and a better life gives me hope ..."

Sustainable living

Looking directly at vilen, I seem to hear "the vast grass crosses the plain and comes and goes with the seasons. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. " This cadence of voice, the little life in spring said incisively and vividly. Look at the willow just pulling out new branches, grass and flowers coming out of the ground, shaking its green body, petite and pitiful. I see not only green, but also life.

The tenacity of four colors

There is a kind of flower called one-meter floret, which grows on the Gobi desert in Africa. This flower has four colors, and each color represents a petal. Four petals represent luck, and four colors represent tenacity. It took five years to bloom beautifully in an instant, and disappeared with the mother plant two days later. It is precisely because of its single-mindedness, tenacity and unremitting efforts that it can accumulate strength bit by bit and realize its own value. Although it is short, it is gorgeous.

Some people compare life to a game, and you are not the protagonist; Some people regard life as a dream, and when they wake up, everything is over; Some people compare life to a piece of paper, and you are the creator of this painting.

The color in the eyes is so beautiful and so happy.

There is such a faint color-every painting has a different color. Everyone has a picture album, which contains the ups and downs of our life experiences, and each picture expresses different meanings.

When we were young, our childhood presented a naive and immature picture. I couldn't walk when I was young. I slowly learned to stand up from the fall, and I also want to stand up from where I fell, which painted a layer of courage for our childhood. When I entered primary school, I drew this picture with different colors. At first, I was afraid to play with the children. I walk alone on the dark road. Gradually, I learned to face my fears and shyness. Finally, I made some good friends and had a good time. I don't have to be alone anymore, so I'm sure I'm happy. This photo of me in primary school is painted with happy and happy colors.

Until I graduated from primary school, I stepped into the hall of junior high school and began to show a new painting. Not like the immaturity of primary school students, but young people full of sunshine. At this moment, we must show ourselves again. For the first time, our main task was to study hard and prepare for the senior high school entrance examination, and our battle alarm began to sound. What should I do? I failed many times in the exam and my grades were not very satisfactory. I can only correct my mistakes myself, and don't let the same mistakes happen next time. Although I failed several exams, I will face it squarely. I believe I can do it well. The color of failure was painted on this junior high school painting and the wrong color was painted at the same time. Different colors correspond to different paintings, and their combination can create a rainbow bridge. From each of my paintings, different colors have crossed my growth trajectory and explained my growth experience.