The last spring of junior high school graduation composition.

This used to be my spring, but it was ..... the cold wind with raindrops hitting the window. I crouched at the window and looked at everything in front of me. Tears blurred my eyes, my heart was entangled in vines, and my melancholy began to show.

I still remember that the poor monthly exam brought me contempt from my classmates and teachers and scolding from my parents. God, we are only three places short of the top 20. I thought to myself. When I got home, I was filled with resentment, but my father came over at this time. "Son, how many points did you get in this monthly exam?" What's the ranking? "My parents asked eagerly. I handed him the paper casually. "Find it yourself. "I said without eyes. After seeing the results on the paper, my father turned from sunny to cloudy, pinched the paper into a ball with his hand and licked me. My anger broke out suddenly and I shook it hard with my hand. "It's none of your business. "I went to my room and slammed the door. I'm lost. I watched the grass outside fighting the storm, and I couldn't help thinking deeply.

Life is not a battle. Only hard work and struggle can reflect the value of life, and only failure and frustration can make people grow. Only through failure can we succeed.

I am like a blow, this is my spring, my passion and challenging spring make me wander in my spring; Let me fight in my spring; Let me soar in the spring that belongs to me. My spring, I am here.