【正确答案】 1、正确答案：Looking out of my room window, I can catch sight of a tall hibiscus tree. In spring, when the green foliage was obscured by mist, the tree appeared to be enchanting with red blossom. It often drew my inspiration and set my mind writing. Gradually, I regarded the neighbor by the window as my bosom friend. However, one morning when I opened the window, what startled me was that the tree, was severely damaged by the storm of last night, almost beyond recognition. Then a sudden sadness of "all the blossom is doomed to fall" flew over my mind. I cannot help sighing: the course of life never goes smoothly, with so many ups and downs, turns and twists. The vicissitudes of life saw beloved friends leaving one after another. Isn"t that similar to the blossoms that withered in the wind? As the time went by, the event had faded from my memory. One day, returning back from the countryside, I felt the room stuffy and incidentally opened the window. The sight outside dazzled me! It was the bougainvillea, whose scarlet blossoms were set off picturesquely by the sunset. I was overwhelmed by the unexpected surprise. I wondered why I failed to notice the tree buds filled with unyielding life behind the fallen blossoms. Indeed, when the last petal of hibiscus fell off the branch, our admiration for it sank into oblivion. But the bougainvillea grew lively, whose glaring red blossoms reminded us of life"s alternation and continuance. Who can deny it that life is actually a symphony, a composition of loss and gain?