Classmates

This is a classmate.

When I opened my classmates' hourbooks and looked at the words that were full of innocence and purity, I evoked my thoughts about my previous days. Think about it at that time, innocent and lovely, play together, eat together, and be criticized by the teacher. However, after all, memories are the past and will never go back.

Now, intense study and bad social atmosphere hang over us.

I feel a little pity, everything has always been a clear contrast with the present, innocence is no longer innocent, purity is no longer pure, however, these are what we did not expect.

Some people will inevitably not fall into the "trap", smoking and drinking. Why every time when I recall the past, my heart will inevitably have a sorrow.

Learning has also added a bit of pressure on us, so that many "pressure mountain" schools are almost close to the edge of collapse.

I remember seeing such a sentence: "Whenever I look at the bright red score on the test paper, although it is high, it seems to be a bit hard. When the joy covers my face, who knows the sadness behind me? And a bit of sadness." This sentence has benefited me a lot.

When someone has fallen or succeeded, I feel that he has lost his lively and innocent life.

In the playground in the sunset, I have seen you, the pure and tender Yimeng faintly scorned; in the fiercely competitive examination room, I have heard of you, the overwhelmed body sighs and sighs. Looking back at the moment of yesterday, I know that you are sad and disappointed.

This is just a classmate's record, but it reminds me of my memories, and the sorrow and grief of a few people.

Second day: Lighthouse Youth