At the end of the year, I met the rose garden.

Inadvertently, the wheel of time has almost finished the mileage of 20 17. Standing in the last quarter of 2008, I can't help feeling deeply. My heart is like a pot of potpourri stew on the fire. I obviously made it myself, and I don't know what the main smell is.

This year, my work and life is as usual, plain and unremarkable, but I often make myself happy, so I am happy.

This year, I made more friends at school, from not knowing poetry to loving poetry, and also learned to write poetry. It is said that poetry comes from life, and my original intention in writing poetry is to make my plain life full of poetry.

Only the heart knows the path taken by the feet. I want to say to all people: thank you for meeting! I thank everyone who makes me grow up.

This year, the place that left me the deepest memory, I think I may never forget it in my life.

In the heyday of Xiahe River, a simple friend who had frequent contacts and felt better invited me to a literary garden. In fact, several people invited me to some writing exchange groups before, and I refused, but this time I agreed strangely.

It was a sunny afternoon and I came to this garden. The applause greeted me one after another. I was excited and shy, and I said to myself that the people here are really enthusiastic. Slowly, I merged into the artistic atmosphere of the garden and became a flower myself.

We write different themes every day, weave dreams in our hearts with words, and dress up a good mood with happiness.

I always thought that this road would be very long, and the happy mood would extend to the end of the world. Who knows, just when you thought it would always be sunny, suddenly there was a heavy rain, which was artificial rainfall, and I just participated in the rain. Walking in the freezing rain in October, the cold wet my heart and even my soul caught a cold.

Walking out of the garden where I worked hard, I cried. October tears flowed down the river to the branches of beginning of winter, frozen in winter, and my heart dried up.

I have always admired my spiritual idol, which vanished from my world from the day I left the garden. Only at night, my heart hurts, I hate some people, I miss some people, and I regret some of my excessive behavior.

Walking in the street every night, my mind kept playing the fragments of the past garden, and my heart was caught in the swamp by the heavy rain, and I was always entangled in destruction. ...

The rose garden seems to be my destiny takes a hand. Before the rose garden was built, it was probably in late August. At that time, I was still in that garden The theme of that day was to write a travel note. I just went to the ancient capital park in Xianyang a few days ago. In the drizzling park, I met roses all over the garden. They were so fragrant and beautiful that I didn't want to leave for a long time, so I took two photos of the rose garden. Unexpectedly, the days after that.

No matter how long it rains, there will be a time to stop, bathe in the sun, and my heart will gradually clear up. The roses in the rose garden warm me with fragrance and enthusiasm. Together, we write about happiness, ordinary beauty, the wings of dreams, the truth of the world, and the harvest and harvest. In the rose garden, my mood is sunny.

Along the way, I always look back, and the hatred in my heart has slowly dissipated in time. Because I am kind, I want to be tolerant. I don't think anyone is wrong. I think the magnetic field is wrong. I live in a different world and live in peace.

In the evening, I will still think of that spiritual idol and his goodness. He taught me a lot. Although I don't know anything now, I will always bless him.

Mountains and rivers always meet. In the near future, I really hope that life can start all over again just like meeting friends for the first time. I remember that time, it was the breeze who wrote "Meet XXX Blue" first, and we all felt that she wrote her own voice. Therefore, many people in the garden are writing. Later, he edited a issue of "Meeting XXX Blue" for us. Memories are always beautiful, short-lived and can't go back.

I spent most of my free time in the park this year because I like my friends in the park. Writing is a disease, but I enjoy it and have been addicted to it.

The weather is getting colder and colder, but my heart is getting warmer and warmer, because I can see my dear Jane friends every day. Although I have never met before, my heart is so close, because there is a long written bond engraved with a hot friendship chain.

It will be 20 18 in two days. Here, I wish you better and better. I wish dear Jane friends a new year and a new atmosphere! Good mood every day! Good luck! Step by step! Congratulations on getting rich! Good luck! Peace and joy!

Finally, I want to say: Let's write a beautiful life with Do not forget your initiative mind!