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The original title is presented] In the autumn when the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings, Xu Hun is sad when he goes up to the tall building;In the autumn of 1076, Su Shi asked Qingtian for wine;In the autumn of Boshan Road, Xin Qijian wanted to say that he would ...... leaveAnd this fall, you also have something to do: your friend has recently been depressed due to declining grades, and he or she is not only not interested in Xi, but also full of confusion about the future. You don't want to see him or her depressed like this, so you decide to write an essay based on your personal experience, so that he or she will read it with a high mood and spirit, and will add courage and strength to action. 
Example].Escape from suffering to Spring Mountain
Changya Middle School Class 2111 Zhong Hailan
Autumn seems to be the end of spring. When the cold wind of autumn slashes across the cheeks like a sharp knife, when the autumn day sweeps through the city, leaving only the withered and falling ginkgo leaves. Autumn clouds cover the land, and drizzle is the last tear of spring.
It was as if I had fallen into a desperate situation from which I could not escape.
As I entered adolescence, as my body changed, I came with endless troubles. Looking in the mirror and observing the pimples that kept popping up on my face, my mood hit rock bottom. In the face of the jokes and teasing of my classmates, helplessness, low self-esteem, and doubts sprouted from the bottom of my heart step by step. Every pimple is a thorn in my heart, and every sarcastic word is a knife that cuts through the skin.
I didn't dare look up.
It wasn't until I put on a mask and hid in a corner of the classroom that I no longer dared to deal with people and kept lowering my presence. I gradually fell into confusion and lost hope for the future. But the days were so long, the sun rose in the east and set in the west, and the girl who used to be confident and generous was hidden in my heart and was not allowed to appear again.
Life is really boring.
I lay bored in bed, my heart already filled with anxiety and fear. Until, as soon as I raised my hand, a copy of Jane Eyre, which had long since accumulated dust, fell from the shelf.
Why don't you take a look?
I flipped through the pages, and the words in it soaked in my mind, one by one. The protagonist, Jane Eyre, is a girl who lives at the bottom of the ladder, her parents die young, she is sent to boarding school, she freezes, starves, and grows up in misery. But she has never lost hope, firm faith, believing that her existence is valuable, even if she is in the corner of the well, she still has a bright heart, pursues equality, is independent and self-loving, and is a unique heroine in the script of life.
When I close the page, something seems to be taking root.
I stepped out of the house and into the street, where it was cold and the sun occasionally shining through the treetops. The ginkgo biloba leaves all over the ground are no longer a symbol of death, but a new life. I stood at the crossroads of life, looking left and right, thinking and thinking, and the passers-by around me came and went, and I stayed quietly. I hesitated to look forward, but the seemingly insurmountable mountain was full of colorful flowers. The power that had been imprisoned in my heart for a long time broke through the shackles and gushed out at this moment.
When I got home, I walked to the mirror, I was no longer afraid to look at myself, I looked at myself in the mirror, and in the fog, I clearly saw Jane Eyre's appearance, it was me, it was the confident me, it was the me who was not afraid of the eyes of others, it was the me who firmly believed in myself. The pimples on my face have not decreased, and the reddened marks have remained, but I no longer dodged, no longer complained, no longer cowardly, no longer doubted, and bravely ran to my mountain, born to the sun, and never looked back.
Because, look at me as I wish.
Gradually, I took off my mask and no longer saw pimples as a stain on my life, it was my badge, the mark of my growth, the special experience, the honor in my chest. When I was myself again, life really started to get better. The wind elves danced, ran wildly, chased and laughed, and I finally noticed that everything was so wonderful.
I realized that we can never lose hope in life because of some disappointments, and we must always maintain a firm ambition and find a goal to forge ahead. No matter how many setbacks you have, you don't need to be afraid of the hardships ahead, believe in yourself, and you can find your self-worth and the meaning of existence.
Basking in the sun and stepping on the ginkgo biloba, I walked towards the spring light in autumn. Standing on the top of the mountain, looking back on the bumpy long journey when you came, please remember, don't stop chasing the wind and catching the moon, and the end of the flat is the Spring Mountain!
(Instructor: Jiang Yi).