The long summer vacation has passed and the beautiful autumn has come. Welcome the first sunshine in the morning, come to this beautiful campus again, meet the classmates who get along with each other day and night, and set off for another stage of learning journey.
In the previous journey, I encountered setbacks and failures; I was lost once. In repeated setbacks and failures, I finally chose to be strong. After repeated efforts, I made great achievements, but I failed for the last time, which made me sad and the fastest time for me to regress. This last challenge disappoints teachers, makes parents sad and makes them lost.
I know all this has become history and will not change. On today's journey, I choose to forget everything in the past, challenge the future and never give up. New semester, new teaching materials, meet new challenges. In this semester, I still treat my study seriously and hard. No, relax. Take every class seriously and don't let go of every question. Learn from scratch, be good at accumulation, persevere and never give up your efforts. I already have my own goals. I have my own goals and people to catch up with. I will go all out in the new semester. I also know that "an ideal without action can only be an illusory castle in the air." All success requires hard work. Learning must have a kind of tenacity, never flinch when encountering difficulties, and be willing to use your brains to make progress despite difficulties. I will have my own efforts to prove my strength. I believe I will see the joy of success soon.
I believe that no pains, no gains.
The charm of the beginning
A fallen leaf falls with the wind, a drop of dew floats in the wind, and a cloud drifts away with the wind. Autumn began her brisk journey. Life goes by year after year on the back of time, and we keep the attitude of "ready to go" and speed up the pace on the road of life. If we look back, we will find that days always pass through our fingertips like spun yarn and slip away inadvertently. Those sorrows and misuses, with the passing of the waves, leave the joys and jokes, which will remain in the depths of memory forever. Memories of childhood bring us joy and spiritual touch. We can't help but get tired of our present life. Sighs and helplessness fill our hearts. We will be even sadder when we think of the predicament we are in at this time. In fact, we have no reason to feel sad, because the setting of the sun will open the tenderness of the stars. Life is an uneven road, and there will always be thorns and stones along the way. Only by constantly starting and constantly climbing can you reach the country you want. Just like her. She got polio when she was a child, and with her mother's encouragement, she began to learn to walk. Finally one day, she learned to walk. However, a sudden car accident ended her initial walking journey and she had to sit in a wheelchair from then on. She once thought about suicide, but she survived because she missed the people around her. After that, she studied psychology and communicated with juvenile delinquents and internet addicts. Her love lit up their hearts like a ray of sunshine. In this way, she started a new life. In 2007, she moved to Kyushu, China. She was "CCTV moved China person of the year in 2007".
Just like him. He is an excellent student at Harvard. Those who enter Harvard, once they graduate, become the object of competition among major companies. This could have been used by him, but he was not willing to be bound. He finally chose to give up his studies and began to devote himself to the research and development of personal computers, and established Microsoft. His company now has the best software engineer. He dropped out of Harvard in the middle and topped the Forbes rich list for 13 years in a row. He is Bill Gates. I have to admit that the end of my study at Harvard is the beginning of a myth.
The road of life is full of thorns, and no one has stumbled all the way. Failure is not terrible. As long as you have enough courage to start all over again, start a new round of dream pursuit from where you fell yesterday, and keep starting and surpassing, you will get closer and closer to the finish line.
The road of life has just begun. Let us feel the charm of the beginning and find the true meaning of life.
Step into the third grade
Wang Junyue, Class 9, Grade 3.
Listen! The pace of the third grade is one after another. The voice, like a wounded eagle, rushed out of the valley again to fight the sky; When the rising sun smiles from behind the mountain again; Such as the bright five-star red flag burning passionately again.
"Hurry up and hand in your homework!" I shouted to the students behind me. Because under normal circumstances, he can't afford to do his homework. Almost every day, he can hear my leader in bad business urging him to "groan".
Suddenly, my homework flew to my desk. I looked up and he smiled at me, laughing so easily that I couldn't help it. But I know that a smile is always reserved for those who work hard, and what about him?
"Thank you ... thank you ... thank you for your cooperation." I didn't know what to say at the moment, but I stammered out these words.
"Because I have to work hard in the third grade!" He walked away smartly and picked up the extracurricular books beautifully.
In my spare time, it is always good to relax with friends. At this wonderful beginning, we should get together with our friends anyway. "Go, go for fun." "Busy, how can I have time?" "Let's go, just start school, what homework!" "There are many."
"Why is this happening?"
"Because of the third grade, we must hurry!" She speaks forcefully.
"Hey, where is the story king?" I looked everywhere for the shadow of the story king.
"Haven't you finished the story you told me yesterday?" I'll beg her to tell me the story that kept me awake.
"Stop it, stop it, and disappear from the river and lake." Her serious appearance made me helpless.
"In fact, every story is made up by people. It's grade three. Let's create our own beautiful story. " The story king had a whim. "Yes, let's have our own struggle, and use our struggle to tell a story of our third grade."
Their words made me think. ...
At night, I didn't sleep in a mess. The wind flies north, and the first day and the second day are so simple. On the third day, another neck said to me, "Give me your heart and give your dream to tomorrow." Where should I go?
The next day, when I woke up, there were only five words in my mind: I am-I am-I am-I am-I am-I am three years old.
So ...
The music of hard work rings in my ears again, and the songs of hard work resound through the sky. Strong steps once again set foot on the journey.
Expect success from the beginning.
Zhang Qing, Class 9, Grade 3.
I thought the destination was far away, but I didn't know it. It's right in front of my eyes. -inscription
The second I stepped into the classroom, the "screen-sucking" silence really scared me. On the other side of the wall, the faint raindrops are like printers. In my heart, "Grade Three, Grade Three ..." is a constant moment.
Self-study at night is very quiet, which makes me a little suspicious. Look at my ears. Looking up around the classroom from time to time, are the students really silent? I asked myself. It's quiet, but I'm still not sure. Think about the endless noise in the previous nine classes and self-study classes. How can I believe that everything in front of me is true?
But facts must be facts.
"Our school, this year's senior high school entrance examination results came out, good ..."
"Oh, you scared me to death." "Oh, you scared me." "..." Because of the forceful words of the Chinese teacher, there was a small wave in the classroom.
Me too.
"Last year was the top seven in the county, and this year the top eight in the county are all from our school ..." The teacher said proudly while patrolling with his hands behind his back and his head down.
"Wow, it's not easy!"
"Well, maybe next year will be the top ten."
"I heard that the champion is still a girl."
"Yes, who said that girls in the senior high school entrance examination are not as good as boys?"
"Yes, I am angry with our girls and with their boys."
As soon as I heard it, I knew it was a discussion among my compatriots. Students' comments are like a stone falling into a calm lake, and the ripples are getting bigger and bigger.
Oh, this year is so brilliant, so … what will I be like next year? I feel terrible. As a junior high school girl, as an already confused and lazy junior high school girl, what will happen to me next year?
"The top scholar is Zhao Jiajia. What else can I say? Girls have a lot of things to do when they reach the third grade! Besides, she is soaring, but she was unknown before. I think she must be very upset. Fortunately, she bravely stood up and won her glory with the efforts of the third year of high school. " The Chinese teacher is still talking kindly.
"Drop, drop, drop ..." The rain on the other side of the wall seems to have stopped, leaving only drops of water dripping from the eaves. Quiet has been restored in the classroom, and the students have buried their heads and started their journey. . Looking up, through the window, I seem to see us in June next year. In June, we will win, leaving only sweet tears in the corner of our eyes for us to remember.
Step through that door bravely
Huo Xin, Class 9, Grade 3.
When you open the door at first, you can see that everyone is working hard from the outside, and the smell of depression and hard work comes out from the door.
I look to the left. The exam has already started-there are many exams as soon as you enter the door. On the blackboard, the teacher's chalk began a journey that had never happened in two years. In a short time, his dense footprints were left on the blackboard. "sasha vujacic" students began to struggle with their pens, and it was their fate to change their internal organs in two or three days. At first, the sound of the book suddenly became very loud, and the students began to recite the text with fascination. "Wow" is the voice from the first door. It turned out to be a reference book, and the exercises quickly turned from one page to the last. Students are like tense toy figures, moving fast and frowning, as if they have something urgent to do.
I looked to the right, and the playground appeared at the beginning gate. "Ready to run!" A dozen students started the long-distance running test. Their faces are tight and panting, ready to run to the finish line. "Sou" a classmate jumped over, one after another, "sou" and "sou" ... This indescribable voice, all rushed to the beginning of tomorrow.
I look forward again, the front is bright, the end of the door of beginning, the beginning of the future. The students trudged forward one by one, and they were assigned to the ends of the earth. They all have one thing in common: they are all engraved with the strength they learned at the beginning. I envy them, I am ready to act, and I lean forward. ...
I looked back affectionately, and the past began to melt, blur and fade away. It doesn't matter whether I am happy or sad. They took a step for me to enter the door of the beginning.
At the beginning of entering the door, I was obviously tired, but without these tiredness, there would be no bright future at the other end of the door. I don't hesitate any more, take a deep breath and solemnly walk towards the door of the beginning-step into the third grade and move towards the light!
Quietly chasing Eden
Liang, Class 9, Grade 3.
"Sunset has set, people are scattered, twilight is boundless, and you come from afar", chanting the sighs of Liu Zongyuan and Ouyang Xiu. Facing the sunset, I stare at the sky and meditate. Twilight is so emotional and melancholy, just like my mood. Walking on campus, I had to stop.
For two years, I have watched the sunset in this campus for two years, and I will say goodbye to the sunset here after one year. In the past, when Xu Zhimo bid farewell to Cambridge, he waved his hand without taking away a cloud. What about me now? Looking back on my two years here, I feel nostalgic and even more ashamed. On the stone bench of that old Liu Xia tree, I was left with more playful figures, in the corner of the classroom, with more noisy voices, in the crib of the dormitory, with more drowsiness ... Too much time passed in my hands. Now, standing at the beginning of the third grade, I am at a loss. Is the dream of Eden, which sprouted when I stepped into this campus, gone?
I bowed my head.
As the years get older, perhaps the words at this time are becoming more and more pale and powerless. Stop and look back at the time corridor, such as birch forest, which has gradually drifted away. ...
"Hey, yours." I only heard a bang, and a math book fell in front of me. Open it with joy. "What, how many mistakes?" My mood suddenly fell to a low point. "I heard that * * is fine." I have a sound in my ear. Finally, I missed one step and my thinking lacked rigor. ...
Yes, tomorrow, I dare not think whether it will be sunny or not, because it is beyond my control. However, it has already started, and it will start tomorrow.
As the sun sets, several children are playing hide-and-seek in the haystack, and laughter is endless. The sunset also seems to be moved by his childish strength, more beautiful, and the air is filled with a pure and sweet taste.
Yes, the long river of life goes by slowly with time and will not stop because of anyone. Everyone must face growth and challenges, and we have no reason and no possibility to escape. If you really escape, your life will be mediocre at best. Instead of this, it is better to laugh at the challenge, inject passion, make every effort to enrich your life and make your life bloom more beautifully!
My mood suddenly relaxed a lot, just like the sky that can't be opened for months. Maybe I should be optimistic. Why not imagine the blue sky and empty eyes in Wan Li?
Now, I sincerely pray: laugh at the challenge and don't be afraid to start.
Yes, now I am working harder and harder. I hope that after this, I will better pursue my Eden. Even if the road is bumpy and the future is bumpy, at least there is a smooth road in my heart.
Don't be afraid to start, face it seriously, and let me pursue my Eden calmly. ...
Put down the mountain and start to grow.
Zhang Yuanyuan, Class 9, Grade 3.
When the three "starting lines" suddenly crossed in front of me, the "mountain" on my body became heavier and heavier, which made me breathless. As the saying goes, "everything is difficult at the beginning." How can I start? ..... I feel scared, nervous and at a loss. ...
This is the first day of the third day of school, and every teacher does not forget to remind him before class. The head teacher said: "It's the third grade, you should learn to take the initiative, and you should know that' learning cannot be passive, and the third grade needs to take the initiative!'" The Chinese teacher said: "As a third-year student, you should be conscious, so that you can answer questions consciously and make up lessons consciously." The English teacher said, "Since you are a junior three student, you should be more diligent and serious!" " "... every word is like stone, every word is like gold, and every word is deeply imprinted in my heart. For a moment, I only felt that the "mountain" seemed heavier. I clenched my fist and told myself: I must make a good start. After all,' a good beginning is half the battle'. I miss myself. As long as I work hard, I will taste the sweetness of victory next June! The bitter days now, the happy years in the future!
So there is always a pair of hands patting their faces in class and telling them not to be distracted; There is always a voice that is flushed for a question; There is always a figure wandering in the sea under the light ... although it is late summer and early autumn, sweat has soaked her clothes.
Ah, it's finally time for evening self-study. I stagger out of the door, only feeling like a hemp in my mind, walking slowly and gently on the road. The breeze blew, and the moonlight poured down like frost, flowing in my heart, cold, cool and heavy ... When I told my companion Xu Xin these things, she smiled. I can't help shivering, alas, how can I run fast at the starting line with a bad back? How can we get off to a good start? How can I successfully take the senior high school entrance examination?
Thought of here, my heart suddenly relaxed a lot. The breeze took away my anxiety and depression, and also blew away the mountain. Moonlight touches my cheek like my mother's hand, which is very comfortable and relaxing.
Indeed, the third grade needs initiative, consciousness and hard work, but I think the third grade needs to put down the "mountain", face the third grade with a calm mind, challenge the third grade, face the senior high school entrance examination, challenge the senior high school entrance examination and believe that the senior high school entrance examination will win.
Min Lu, the key to the "starting door", Grade 3 10 class.
Since I was born, my life has begun; Since I entered the campus, my study has started; Since I stepped into the mountain, my efforts have begun.
However, when I was facing the third grade and approaching the senior high school entrance examination, I was at a loss in the face of this special "starting gate". What is the key to open the "start door" of grade three?
It's the third grade now. In the past, the evening self-study class was much quieter, and more was the sound of writing. In the past, the rhythmic chirping of crickets also aroused students' public anger.
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock "Death" came, and the Chinese teacher took the test paper in his hand and said solemnly, "I'll call some classmates." The atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became tense. We know very well that this is the first Chinese test paper since the beginning of school, and teachers naturally value it.
After several classmates were called, my heart hung up. As the saying goes, "You don't do anything wrong, you're not afraid of ghosts knocking at the door." Even an ancient poem is not written correctly. Can I not worry?
"Min Lu, the teacher asked you to go out." The classmate who just came back looked frightened.
Out of the classroom, the teacher is already waiting. The teacher pulled out the one that belonged to me from a pile of test papers and pointed to the test paper and asked me a question that made me think deeply. "See how small a score you got?"
5 1, bright red 5 1! Suddenly, my eyes filled with tears. Is this my test paper? I really can't believe it. Think about how wonderful the final exam is, but now ...
Yes, this is my test paper. During the summer vacation, remember? What were you doing when mom and dad were away? Watch TV. Remember? What are you going to do after supper? Watch TV. Remember? What are you doing when your family is taking a nap? Still watching TV. The whole holiday can be said to be addicted to TV, always looking for many reasons to excuse myself. Unexpectedly, my junior high school life began like this?
Silent campus, me, silence.
The teacher said that at first, you can forget the pain and fight the sky again, but I want to say that only when you remember the pain from the beginning can you feel the joy of flying.
I finally found the key to open the "start door" of Grade Three.
In order to let me grow up well, my parents started from kindergarten class. Just take me to this class, which is full every week. I have studied drumming, dancing, painting and calligraphy, but swimming is my favorite.
When I was 6 years old, when I was in the middle of the kindergarten class, I was always in the first row, either first or second, because I was very young. . I don't know who said that "swimming can grow your body", so my grandparents took me to learn swimming.
There are 16 students in my swimming class, most of whom are younger than me, but taller than me. I only know the direction of Yang, who is a classmate in my kindergarten class. We are inseparable, and sometimes we even forget to listen to the teacher in swimming class, so we often fall behind in training. The swimming teacher complained to my parents, and my mother said angrily, "Let you think about it for a day, or" I think my parents not only have to pick me up and drop me off, but also spend money. Besides, swimming is my favorite sport. Now I'm just getting started, and I can't do many gestures yet. So ... I said to my parents, "Don't stop, I want to study hard!" " "
I will never talk in class again. I follow the teacher's instructions. The more I learn, the more interesting I find it. Sometimes I swim in front of tall people in training. In the past three years, I learned freestyle, backstroke, breaststroke, butterfly and so on. I'm particularly interested in swimming now, and I won't stop swimming no matter how busy I study. Once, when I didn't finish my homework, my father said angrily, "If you are too busy studying, don't swim." I cried and assured him that I would finish my homework in the future. My grandmother pleaded for me and sent me swimming. Besides studying, I also study this and that. Of course, I feel very busy and tired, but I think my parents are busier and more tired than me. It's all for me. I want to watch less TV and play less games, make time to study hard, learn swimming well and make my parents happy. In the third grade, learn to be calm.
Wang Jing, Grade Three 10 Class.
Miss Xia, who brought vitality to the earth and was full of people's love, went contentedly. By the roadside, on the hillside and on campus, the yellow leaves wandering in the air have ushered in fruitful autumn.
Holding the test paper in hand, looking at the full hook, the joy of getting good grades when I first entered school makes my heart like this harvest autumn, full and sweet. A few days ago, I was full of fear and tension about Grade Three. It seems that I have climbed from the abyss to the top of the mountain at once, and I have already thrown my anxiety out of the clouds. It turns out that the third grade is so simple. Gradually, the test paper seems to have turned into a bright red admission notice and was placed in front of me ... "Hey, what are you thinking?" My companion's crying dragged me out of my beautiful dream. Thinking of what happened just now, my heart was full of confidence and joy, and I also accelerated my pace. ...
Looking at this seemingly similar topic, I can't find any trace of it in my mind. The hand holding the pen is sweating unconsciously, and the stool seems to be so hard that it is uncomfortable to sit on it. "Chug Chug" came the sound of a tractor outside the window, and a few dead leaves fell bored. My head seems to be getting bigger and bigger, and my heart is like a mess. "Zhong Ding Bell-"After a long struggle, I finally scribbled a few "answers" on the test paper and handed them in trembling.
After studying at night and walking on the road, the scene of the afternoon exam is like a short play, which is constantly shown in my mind. "Meow-"A shrill cry startled me, and my hair stood on end. I looked intently and saw a white shadow darting out from my feet. "Bad luck!" I ran home in one breath.
Lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. I turned on the desk lamp and opened the curtains. There are a few lonely little stars in the dark blue sky that give off faint light. Compared with the night, they are like a pebble in the mouth of Jingwei, which is insignificant to the vast sea. Several fireflies flew quietly, as if accompanying the little star, and crickets were chirping in the corner. A breeze blew and I felt a little cold. I was just about to get my clothes, when I suddenly remembered that I hadn't taken out my autumn clothes yet, and it was useless to go, but I walked slowly past with that fantasy in my heart.
Open the wardrobe, see the autumn clothes have been neatly there, there is a letter below:
"Son, it's getting cold. I'll help you find your clothes and put them here. You are in grade three, and your mother can't help you anymore. You can only do these things. However, my mother believes that no matter the flowers applaud or the hardships, you will face it calmly and walk through this year. Did you hear that? The horn of the third day has sounded, work hard! "
Drops of crystal liquid slipped down and gently slid over my lips, bitter and sweet.
The third day is a garland woven with sweat and tears, a cloud condensed by hard work. Listen, the horn of grade three has sounded. Don't be complacent because of small successes, and don't be depressed because of small setbacks. Now, face it calmly and let the third grade be brilliant in your hands and mine!
Start and end
Guo, Grade Three1Class 0.
Every beautiful music has a prelude and an ending, just like a dream has a beginning and an end.
When I was a child, I often saw older children sliding smoothly on the ground in skates, and sometimes even slipped out a few tricks, with very natural and unrestrained movements. Every time I see God, I don't want to leave. I also long for a pair of roller skates, which can slide freely on the ground.
I didn't have a dream until I had my own roller skates. When I put on my shoes, I found that things were not as simple as I thought before, and even it was so difficult to take a step. Just move a little and you'll have a bad fall. Several times, I shook my hand and said I quit, but looking back at the graceful movements of others skating, my heart began to shake again. After falling and getting up again and again, I finally made some progress. I can stumble and slide around. Although sometimes my knees get bruised, I finally learned to roller skate. When I glided back and forth with my head up in the park, the wonderful taste in my heart came to me. I'm glad I didn't give up ... this is the end of a dream.
Now entering the third grade, think about it carefully. The reason is the same as learning roller skating, but it is just the starting point of a new dream. There are many difficulties and obstacles in the middle, as long as you treat it with what kind of mentality and what kind of action. I believe that the effort is consistent with the final result, because life is fair.
Dreams are the beacon of life and the sun on the journey of life. Only those who see the light ahead, pursue it and practice it are winners. Let's write a beautiful ending with practical actions.
"start" profile
Wu Yahua, Class 9, Grade 3.
The wind blew, and her mother-in-law's shadow hit the bright classroom wall.
Study in the evening in the second quarter. He has finished his homework. As usual, he began to crawl around the table, holding a book in front of the teacher. The more he thought about it, the more he blamed himself. He took out a tutorial book and began to do the problem in a hurry. The weather is sultry, and occasionally there is the neigh of heavy trucks outside the window, and the hot air infects everyone's heart. Sweat is evaporating, sweat is infiltrating, sweat is pouring out and running down the cheeks. He exhaled and kept fanning with cardboard. Suddenly, he shook his head, put down the cardboard and continued to think, sometimes stopping his pen and tilting his head; Sometimes frown and bite your lower lip; Sometimes I look at the data and write a book. The sweat on the bridge of the nose became a lubricant, which made the glasses slide all the way to the nose. Then he wiped his sweat, put it on and continued to write.
She's about to start her homework, and she's so busy. Occasionally, the girl at the front table turned around and patted her, trying to make a play, but kept humming "Stop it, the teacher saw it." They also had to twist back painfully. Think about the third day, they were chattering in class, but now they can't. It's time to work hard and seize the opportunity to start. A small mosquito flew around in front of her and soon flew away. If she didn't want to start over now, she would have made a hullabaloo about and driven it away.
For this classmate, he didn't study hard before and worked too hard on the problem. Numbers are more like dancing than laughing at him. He opened the example and read it again and again. With the ticking of the second hand, he suddenly felt that time passed quickly, which he had never felt before, and he finally felt that time was still abundant. "Recite ..." After studying at night, he looked at the rest of the questions and sighed. Recalling the second day of junior high school, he never did such a problem and gave up without the help of a teacher. Now, he has changed his mind. "I want to stand at the starting point of the third grade, seize the opportunity, study more and get good grades." He looked at the answer sheet, shook his head and went to the dormitory with his homework.
begin
Everyone is thinking: "We should seize the opportunity of success, because the third grade has just begun, and the beginning is the opportunity."
In order to make me strong, my parents decided to let me learn to swim. But I'm a little scared to hear about my classmates who have learned to swim.
On the first day of learning to swim, at the urging of my mother, I came to the swimming pool in fear and trembling. I see a swimming pool bigger than the basketball court in front of me. The swimming pool was crowded, and people were splashing water around in colorful swimsuits, which dazzled me.
On the first day, we should be familiar with water. The teacher asked us to put our hands on the wall of the pool, our shoulders in the water, and then walk around the pool. When I walked into the swimming pool, a sudden chill made me shudder involuntarily. After a while, the students were exhausted, but the cruel teacher made us practice again and again.
In the next few days, the teacher taught us to kick, hold our breath and row.
When kicking, you should put your feet away first, then turn them over, and finally push them out and clip them together quickly. Who listened to the teacher's slogan: turn over the pedal clamp, and the students followed with floating boards. After repeated practice, it took me a day to learn to pedal. It turns out that learning to swim is not difficult or terrible.
I learned to kick and hold my breath again. The first time I kicked my leg and held my breath, I drank a lot of saliva, I couldn't breathe, and my eyes were sour. At first, I had to take a few sips from side to side. Later, I mastered the method and soon learned to hold my breath.
I want to learn rowing again. I learned to row on the ground, and I learned it quickly. However, due to timid reasons, I get confused when I enter the water, just like a crab scratching its teeth in the water, and sometimes I don't even dare to dive. I only stayed for a few days. Suddenly one day, the teacher said to let me take down the floating balls and check them one by one. As soon as my mind went blank, it was my turn. I refuse to go in the water. The teacher saw me like this and said to me, "There is nothing to be afraid of with my protection." Hearing the teacher's words and thinking of my mother's expectations, I got up the courage to jump. Ah, I'm floating, floating, I can swim. "
From then on, I am not afraid of swimming now, I fell in love with swimming.
Learning to swim, let me not only realize the joy of overcoming fear and achieving success, but also taste the taste of bitter before sweet. It's really: "the plum blossom fragrance is not cold."