I think there are four seasons in a person's heart. He wanted to stay there every spring, summer, autumn and winter he went through. When we look back at the past time, it's like looking through the accumulated yellow leaves. Sadness sticks to the bottom of my heart and instantly turns into a lovely bee pupa, looking around for someone who can turn it into a butterfly.
After graduating from junior high school, I went to high school after a few things. As a freshman, I am still a little strange to this school. After all, it's my first time to live in school. I have a good relationship with my roommate, but I don't have a good relationship with my class. Maybe it's because I'm unfamiliar or I can't talk. I always feel that I am a person who is not good at words, so I never know how to make others happy. When others are sad, I think the only thing I can do is to be with her.
At that time, there was a boy in the class who was a little handsome. Later the teacher arranged for him to sit with me. "Wow, the golden couple." All the students shouted. He was embarrassed and blushed like an apple, but I didn't feel hot. They still said I blushed. I never knew why the teacher likes to arrange me to sit with boys. He walked out of the boys' group in junior high school and is now entering the boys' group. This handsome boy was badly scolded. In this way, the only girl in front became a boy. But I'm used to it, because I once had a girl with a boy character. I'm glad to sit with them. There are endless newspapers every day. If I don't know anything, they will tell me patiently.
When I was in physical education class, I liked playing badminton very much. To be precise, I like to play against masters. When the master kills the ball vigorously, the white badminton flashes in front of me with the wind, and you can feel what is real weakness. I think I like bloody pleasure.
Later, a basketball match was held, and our class won the first place in the whole grade. We cheered and tasted the joy brought by the hard-won champion. We will never forget that summer, our sweat and success.
Senior one is almost over, but I just got used to it. There has never been a high school learning method. That kind of eye-catching is a flash in the pan at most, and that kind of eye-catching has not saved my high school year.
After graduating from the liberal arts class in Grade Two, I finally chose the liberal arts class, because I knew that no matter how I made up the science class, I didn't think I would make much progress. I didn't expect it to be science material, and it would be very difficult to learn. I knew my father wanted me to study science, but I also chose liberal arts. My father didn't comment, and I know he respects my decision. I once saw a man on TV who got good grades in science and could do anything, but he chose liberal arts and was not depressed. Many people don't understand this. He said he could learn mathematics and physics, and there was nothing to learn. If you want to learn, you have to learn. I think so, but I can't, because there is nothing I can do.
Students in Grade Two and Grade Three have not changed. They may have been in contact with their classmates for a long time and become familiar with a lot. Of course, I still sit with boys, but the good thing is that we are always happy with girls by my side. But happiness is always short-lived, and all the dreams of a girl will always be taken away by illness. A person who gets along day and night is like this without warning. There is no room to leave. I'm always crying, because I feel strong and life is so capricious and fragile. Self-motivated is so overwhelmed by sadness that even traces of powder can't be found. When her best male friend was so tired that she shed tears when answering the teacher's question, we knew that KINOMOTO SAKURA's departure had plunged everyone's mood into hell, and a girl with a sweet voice had gone away.
I remember that time. I began to study hard by myself, which was almost a blank thing in senior one. I must keep up with the teacher's progress, get used to anesthetizing my brain in the aroma of coffee, and wait for the arrival of fresh air to continue my work. I used to cry for learning, but now I don't know what learning is. Is it because we are too rebellious? You can't refuse to study, just as you can't refuse freshly baked bread. Stephanie once sang: People who have never been disappointed will try even if they hesitate. Perhaps, because he failed in the exam again and again, I have long lost the patience to try.
When I walk on campus, I always
I feel that I am in a state of confusion most of the time. I never envy my classmates with good grades, because I firmly believe that no pains, no gains. Without sweat, I never expect to have proud achievements. I wonder why every year, when the champion of the college entrance examination talks about his study and life, he always adds "actually, I am playful" and puts on a relaxed look.
I have three younger brothers. There is a younger brother who is always in a bad mood because of the pressure of family and study. Every time I write something to try to comfort him. Most people think that I am a child without sadness, holding a lot of happiness in my hands, and sometimes I don't know how to cherish or squander. They saw my bright side, and of course I want my bright side to be seen. Sadness is an indescribable burning embedded in a new room. What can be said is not sadness. Sometimes I try to tell others about my inner panic, but often I don't know how to say it with my mouth open, and finally I just wave my hand and say "You don't understand".
Although the life of senior three is like an immature persimmon, I like it because I have a group of lovely friends, who are like my favorite oranges, sour and sweet.
Let me show you!