four seasons, literary attainment. our journey, though, we hard thorns, stormy, also want to challenge - such as helpful as resolute. black and blue, pieces, because we understand life at least challenge is spent, at least we know only challenge to success in life. composition if the time flow, like the sunshine, under trees, we grow slowly and gradually mature. in the past years like a river, and the floods, open the gates to me, so that the first challenge scene again clearly emerge in front of me, like it happened yesterday it is just the fifth grade, i mind "ambition" can't wait to get a good result, so i try to change their learning methods, listening for each class will be clearly. however, the examination is always not satisfied, the first test scores, but my grades go down. "no doubt, it is not my work!" i think so, and i was not more effort, to work overtime everyday to make up missed lesson, also always works night, with the last rays of sunshine company, and the first rays of the morning, class is waving monkish sorts, only the "heart" learning for learning exam, even only for a time. this way of life, i can run down, but i always believed that there would be a return, paid work a harvest, i'll win the final victory. god always seemed to be against me, and the second test, i still failed. instant, days, ash, flowers, thanks, tea, cold, heart, cold! just like a broken wing plane is helpful, could not fly. when he saw the first