I was thinking, and saw a book, a pen, a test paper, a pile of photos, and a poem without words. They are full of rich knowledge, and my expectations and hopes have been put aside and become as dull as white paper. I feel pain for them.
The most unforgettable thing is the mock exam before the middle school entrance examination. Time is short, but it can be dissolved by that ignorant optimism and become long and precious. I once foolishly thought that only in this short time could I achieve good results. If I get five to ten points higher in every subject, then I will ... I will stop immediately. The original shrewdness is extremely stupid today. I am always like this, growing up, remembering and satirizing myself. That's why I can't bear to remember. Maybe when I am really mature, I will laugh at my unhappiness now. Those past events were innocent solos. I struggled with enthusiasm, teachers talked many times, parents taught many times, and relatives and neighbors encouraged me again and again. My grades are like an endless sea, sometimes choppy, accompanied by happiness and self-confidence, and sometimes calm as a mirror, breeding blue melancholy in the deep blue sea. In two kinds of emotional ups and downs, I am crazy about my grades and take my grades as my teacher, which unconditionally dominates my emotions.
Everything in the past was approaching, and I immediately stopped thinking like running water. I changed my perspective and suddenly felt that I was out of the cage and put down a heavy load. You won't always see the world in a cage. It's beautiful outside, but there is a well-defined cage in front of you. No happiness can transcend its bondage. At this moment, I seem to be a rational person, commenting on the past bit by bit as an education. It seems to be on a high mountain top, overlooking the winding road. Don't be overjoyed. Above me, there are still cliffs, and the paths that spiral to the so-called highest peak are still rugged.