我从花季走过,心中仿佛有云朵飘过;我从花季走过,内心仿佛有小溪流过;我从花季走过,指引我的是一首首致远而淡泊、明志而澎湃的歌。花季远去,却为我留下一丝成熟与内敛;花季远去,却铺就了我梦想的道路;花季远去,却凝聚成我前进路上的曙光。走在花季的路上,我感觉到的是快乐,它不会因得失而改变,也不会因名利而虚伪。花季的我或许是幼稚的、盲目的,可我的心却如溪水般清澈、云朵般洁白,一尘不染。我明白了“不以物 I walked from the season, the heart seems to have clouds drifting; I walked from the season, the heart seems to flow through the stream; I walked from the flowering season, guiding me is a first Zhiyuan and indifferent, Ming Chi and surging song. The seasons go away, but for me to leave a trace of maturity and introverted; seasons away, but paved the way for my dreams; seasons away, but condensed into the dawn of my way forward. Walking on the road, I feel happy, it will not change because of gains and losses, it will not be hypocritical fame and fortune. I may be young and childish, blind, but my heart is as clear as a stream, clouds white, spotless. I understand ”not to material