This semester has passed again, and it feels like standing in the warm sunshine in the morning. When you look up again, you need to raise your head 90 degrees to see the dazzling sun that doesn't belong to you.
Time, pain? Are you happy? Confused? Time washed my heart again, and I wrote these words: like a clear spring, it cooled my heart; Such as bright sunshine, burned the skin; The fiery young man ended up like this ... Ying said her writing was not good either. What she pursues is idyllic poetry full of childlike innocence, while I prefer lyric poetry. We are so different, but this person who is different from me gives me a lot of warmth.
I will always put Hui in the range of girlfriends, but I really feel that she is getting farther and farther away from us. I hate pestering her every day, she will only lead Hui astray. Sometimes I don't know what to say when I look at Hui's confused eyes. I always believe that achievement will not be the gap between us. I hope Hui Ke will have a bright future in high school and university. But there are too many temptations for her. She is beautiful, her grades are not good, and she is attracted by the students in Grade Three. Sometimes I don't know what to say when I look at Hui's confused eyes. She was desperate. I know she's not the same girl who knows right from wrong, but ... Ying and I want to change all this, but we are just helpless, good at learning and good at life.
I really hate the word "good student". What is a good student? A "genius" held in the sky by the teacher. This reminds me of the abnormal teacher, who said that I couldn't do such a simple problem and that Xuan was a genius. He probably won't know how much his words hurt my self-esteem until he dies. I swore at that time that I would lose to anyone in my life better than Xuan. No, I will win everyone. When I have a successful career, he will stop calling me a genius. How ironic!