I was in the dark, and my mind was full of high-fan symphonies, barefoot, groping for multi-tone hard ground. Yes, it's just me. It is not so much pain as enjoyment. Remembering the pressure of thousands of dollars, I want to tear up one book at a time to tell my contempt and dissatisfaction with exam-oriented education. I sometimes feel that the world, this country, the original blue sky is full of endless darkness. Patriots like to call it the darkness before dawn. Pessimists believe that the blue sky has long been swallowed up by darkness, from the moment they were born. I believe that all people are equal, no matter rich or poor, just like me, we need to sit alone in a world like darkness and pain. We have reason to pursue our dreams. Whether you are a disabled person, an AIDS patient or a cancer patient, whether you are a male nurse, a Dongguan hair salon owner or a prisoner, whether your status is humble or poor, I believe people will always have a dream of sprouting from the ground in spring. One day, you will dream of your best self and not care about the wet rain outside the window.
In the dark, my hand is still groping. I vaguely saw the sunlight projected from the fan with eight leaves on it. Yes, the sun is out. There used to be a bucket of water next to it, which I am familiar with. I suddenly feel a little headache, and I regret it when I think about it. My hand may not feel anything, but I put my hand into the cold water to help me escape from the darkness. After putting it in for a while, God saw my expression distorted in the sun and felt a little painful. I heard him say to me, "Don't be afraid, this will help you." I smiled contemptuously. Help me? In the fifteen years from birth to now, some people have recognized the face of this society since they were five years old, but they dare not say clearly. They saw that every inch of land was full of intrigues, big or small. They saw beggars on the roadside, with sound hands and feet, but decadent faces. They really wanted to give him charity, so someone took his hand and said with my most disgusting cold expression, "That's a lie, don't go." Maybe at this moment, people's sympathy began to fade away, maybe not yet. Living in school is my only memory. Sometimes I finally hear the bell after school. Get up angry, look at dizzy notes and want to know what you have learned. Just to get a score close to 100 is worth everyone's blood. When I heard them cheering and proud of their glory, I felt a kind of pressure, the pressure of silent competition, which crushed the ears of rice in the motherland. Unless you are the best, you will not be arrogant or embarrassed, unless you are willing but unable to do so in life.
It's almost over. I thought I was really going to die, but I always looked like I was going to die. Whenever I come to this small place, there are always some ideas, big or small, which I don't mind. This action I want to do all my life makes me reflect on myself, instead of fighting for my ideals. If I am really in the dark, there are countless tangled ropes overhead, I'm sorry, I can't catch them.
It's really over. I regret why I ate a bad stomach yesterday and came to the bathroom early in the morning, which disturbed my daydream.