In order to dream, I chose liberal arts; Out of my own interest, I chose liberal arts; To prove myself, I chose liberal arts. This is my belief. In that hot summer, I chose my own way, gave up the advice of my friends and family, came to a new classroom without hesitation and started a new life. My mother told me to be responsible for my choices. Facing the future, I won a game by faith. The study of liberal arts is not a kind of happiness in my imagination. Class, class, homework, they seem to be all my content. For the first time, I feel that learning history is so tiring and politics is so difficult. So I have many firsts: the first failure in history, the first failure in politics, the first lag in Chinese ... and even more terrible is mathematics. Every time I take an exam, I'm as nervous as I am on the battlefield, handing out papers. I always put it under the table because I'm afraid others will see my ugly grades. Seeing the figure of others with near perfect score, my heart is full of bitterness and tears, but I never cry, because life doesn't believe in tears, and no amount of tears can change a good math test paper. This is the only belief I have left. Nobody told me how to learn English easily. I can only learn by myself. The heat of summer still lingers. Sometimes I look up and see a big tree outside the window, full of red flowers. That kind of red is like a powerful beating heart, accumulating strength. At the right time, she will explode. At this time, I will continue to bend my head and study. I can't live without faith. When Churchill was asked about the secret of success, he said: "First, don't give up; Second, never give up; Third, never give up. " I know that the more times everyone walks on the road, the less scenery there will be. I will never give up difficulties, I will never give up twists and turns, I will never give up mathematics, I will never give up history, I will never give up! It's the exam again, and I'm much calmer. Sit in the examination room, take the test paper quietly, do the test paper quietly, and check it quietly. The numbers don't look so terrible, the sentences don't look so obscure, and I seem to be able to do those problems. The moment the test paper was handed out, I almost cried, because I had a long-awaited score. I looked up out of the window. The flowers on that tree are more enthusiastic, unrestrained and confident in the afterheat of late summer. It turns out that there has always been such a tree in my heart. Flowers are faith, which contains the fruits of success. I believe she is like a summer flower.