The composition of the second day of 1000 words _ forgotten colors
There are no trees, no peach trees or plum trees in front of my house, because my family lives on a high-rise building. But several rose plants were planted on the windowsill. These roses are also of great significance to me.
Soon after the semester, I was only half a step closer to the threshold for the ninth grade. Psychologically a little nervous, but like most classmates, just saying no, there is nothing like a "graduate class".
In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed since the beginning of the school. The midterm exam is getting closer and closer with the haste. I started to review and I found that there was a lot of knowledge and confusion. Those who do n’t understand, rely on the time saved every night for tuition.
One night, I looked up and twisted my sore neck, and my eyes happened to fall on the rose flower seedlings. It was planted around the beginning of the school year, and I would water it every other day or two. Under my careful cultivation, I grew fast, but the pressure gradually increased as the exam approached, and I gradually forgot about it; wasn't the edge of the blade yellowing? I wry a bitter smile, and a hint of emotion appeared in my heart Feelings of pity, but I also went to the kettle and poured water once, but I didn't expect this was the last time.
After that, the review is just like a day, and homework and review often continue into the night, and the green rose is gradually forgotten, and there is no time to take care of it.
A few days before the test, I was too busy to get confused. I always felt that there would be a big step backwards in this test. I was anxious about what I was doing, and I made mistakes when I was busy. One night, my mother mysteriously said to me, "Did you notice any changes in your home today?" I quickly scanned the room. Everything was normal, and nothing changed. Mom saw this scene and pointed her finger to the window sill ... ... window sill! The rose in my heart flashed into my mind, and I turned back, a flash of bright red, and saw a huge rose blooming in the wind. The bright red petals explain the relief after hardship. "You see that you are forgetful, and you have forgotten it. If I hadn't helped you for a while, I would have died a long time." He paused, and then said, "Child, look, it ’s in a harsh environment. Both can be open, and you have to cheer! "I was faced with the charming red, and I was stunned for a while;
The blooming rose on the windowsill made my long dark heart flash a color, took root and became the pillar of my soul. The beauty that was given to me after being forgotten restored my confidence. I should thank it for the surprise, the warmth it brings, the power it brings, and the deep affection behind it.