It's another season of fancy talk.

The train of youth carries our eighteen years of beauty and laughter roaring to the distance, in the gorgeous years, we stumble forward to run.

Xiao GE, eighteen years old, we live in different times, but explore the secrets of life together. At the same age as flowers, with expectations for the future, we like to stand quietly in the long pavilion or aisle after the rain, close our eyes and feel the faint fragrance of the soil, and the wind is like a naughty child coming with water vapor in the face, gently pulling the beautiful long hair. A blue sky, it is blue wide, blue bright, blue long, like our brilliant youth.

The bespectacled, small but capable young head teacher always likes to repeat the huge propositions about the college entrance examination, university and life, so as to build up our confidence in struggle. I like to lean against the wall in the early morning and look out of the window at the railing, the building, the sky and the clouds, as well as the passing birds. I looked at them in a daze, launched a boundless imagination, wanted to look like a cloud, wanted to talk to you, wanted to think of our heavy ideals, and imagined the freedom of birds without any worries. I want to cross the mountain forest, climb to the top of the mountain, and quietly look at the unknown distance. The years go by unconsciously, and I want to hold your hand, so I keep running. You say: want to be admitted to the ideal university, want to go to the distance to see. I tilted my head, holding my chin, listening carefully, I hope you break the cocoon into a butterfly, and then dance in the most beautiful flowers. You think we are growing in a daze, it is because we do not have the courage to face failure, do not have the confidence to overcome the unknown.

Time will not stop, it hurriedly pulled us all the way to run, let us ignore the scenery along the way. Reading and appreciation of American articles

You always appear when I run away, give me courage, tell me to hold the direction, step on faith, the serious eyes are firm, take me to roam in the scholarly world. You told me that everyone has troubles, the best answer is to find their own, the best way is to read. Let's hold a book together, let the wind outside the window gently brush our cheeks, turn over the dream of time, and walk through a season of flower rain.

In the bright and fleeting youth, we write down our dreams, fold them into thousands of paper cranes, let them float with the wind, they spin around each other, and spread their wings in the window. I squinted and saw the smiling faces on the string, so innocent that we were about to graduate, standing at the door of the college entrance examination, past and present, like a fairy tale, like a beautiful dream.

We sniffed the fragrance of the grass, stepped on the fragrance all the way, and looked at the smiling faces like flowers. Looking up at the dream of the blue sky in the center of time and space, are you still fresh?

It is another season of flower rain and a beautiful dream.

Niu GE, Class 3, Grade 3, Experimental Middle School, Huaiyang County, Henan Province