There are some lawns under the teaching building, and there are many brilliant Chinese roses. There are more crimson, pure white and purple ones. One by one, they compete for beauty, lest they miss this beautiful spring. Although it is close to late spring, they still reveal the only fragrance and the last fragrance, just want to decorate the campus with colorful colors. But I clearly see that there are many scattered flowers and broken flowers under the branches-that is not the result of natural withering of flowers, but the tragic situation left by some students who love flowers. I don't think it's a good thing to drive too brightly, just like the beauty of a woman will bring disaster. I can't bear to see these flowers destroyed by some "flower lovers", so I have to leave with a sigh. After all, my feelings do not exist here.

I am a flower lover. If you watch carefully, you will be surprised to find that I will stop in front of all kinds of flowers for a long time. For me, every flower has its own characteristics and personality, just as everyone has his own personality and different hobbies.

I like rich apricot blossoms, elegant pear blossoms, charming peach blossoms, deep orchids, refreshing lotus flowers, noble chrysanthemums and aloof plum blossoms ... but I will get together to study all the flowers for a while or just smell them. I think I can get the leisure and freedom I want from all kinds of flowers. But now I understand that I have been exploring life in this way, and it seems that I have not found the kind of result I want from enjoying flowers, but it has added a lot of sadness to me. Often depressed to depression. Especially these roses in front of me.

Obviously, I stopped here not only to appreciate these roses, but suddenly I saw a warning sign standing among the flowers, which said, "Learning without thinking is useless, thinking without learning is dangerous." In fact, this brand had stood there long before I came to this school. However, I often ignore it-I always seem to ignore the people and things around me. Now it seems that I am too "smart".

After each class, when I walk past that teaching building, I will stop at that warning sign for a while. I think once a person suddenly has some ideas at a certain moment, then he will stop involuntarily.

One day, I suddenly found that the word "four" was very distinctive: a word "Tian" and a word "Xin" below it became one word-what a profound image. I appreciate China's Chinese characters very much (of course, I am proud that I was born in China), not only because Chinese characters are a language, but more importantly, we can see its deepest meaning at a glance: how to cultivate useful things in a field needs careful thinking. Just thinking about this word reminds me a lot.

Often think about things that have nothing to do with study; When studying, I often don't think about how to learn well. So we should answer that sentence: learning without thinking is useless, thinking without learning is dangerous. I think I am-always slow-witted, slow-witted, study hard, and indulge without thinking.

All along, I found that I spent no less time learning English than the average person, but the result always disappointed me. I've been thinking about this problem. Now, I finally understand this problem. From that sentence, I gradually realized that my attitude towards learning a foreign language has always been bad and always contradictory (I always feel that my mother tongue is better than a foreign language), which directly leads to my lack of interest in this language. Of course, let alone study hard at school. Therefore, the result can be imagined. As for why I don't want to learn it with a positive attitude, that's another matter.

Learning and thinking complement each other. I think I will gradually learn how to learn-to adapt to the current education system in China. Because I found that the less I catered to it, the more doomed I was to fail and even be killed by it!

My friend once said that my ideas are sometimes extreme, and I smiled faintly. I know very well how my fifteen years' study has come step by step, and I know more clearly what kind of memories these profound memories will bring to my life! To my relief, I survived and lived stronger! I have always insisted on writing my bitter experience with my pen, which will never stop (unless I am no longer alive). I stood on the top of the mountain and laughed at the sky-I laughed at its cowardice, incompetence, selfishness and ruthlessness ... Difficulties can't crush people who are constantly striving for self-improvement, but only make us more frustrated and braver.

I am still alive because I have never stopped thinking about life; I am still alive because I have never given up the pursuit of my ideal; I'm still alive because I never thought I would be a loser forever!

I think, therefore I am!