目前本人高中留学中,英语基础很差,被英语老师逼着每周写一篇短文给他,文章如下：
Now it is getting warmer.I saw flowers bloom,and I think of Tagore’s poem—Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
This short poem is the reason why I decided to read the stray bird.I have already forgotten when I heard it,but the feeling at that moment is still so clear—stunning.How strong!We cannot choose what we are.Then,just bloom—show the beauty,and that is the only meaning of life.Summer flowers,they live to bloom,live to be beautiful.They bloom for the whole summer.Then,they receive their death,so quick,so quiet.Like firework,fire in one moment,then falling back into darkness,but the glaring beauty contains.Life is so short,and we never know when it will end.Let life be like beautiful summer flowers,and when death comes,we can receive it without regret—what else do we need?We have bloomed.
我知道可能逻辑有些问题,但是写成这样我已经尽力了.就这样,