Youthful little things

Wenzhou City No. 7 Middle School, the second class, Qiu Yanran

Baicaoyuan Literature Society Feeder: Shen Yan Tel: 13738736761

Life is like a song, and youth is the climax of the song. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes open-minded, sometimes melancholy. All kinds of "notes" constitute our youth.

After a rush of loud and loud ringtones, the students quickly returned to their positions, but whispered in a small voice, still immersed in the joy of class. Just listen to the teacher's high heels, "Come on, oh," and from the corridor, the students made a look at each other and stopped talking. "Come on, oh," the sound of high heels is getting closer and closer. The teacher holds the textbook, holds the triangle, and walks into the teacher. "Students, today we have to prepare a study group for the senior high school entrance examination. I have already divided the study group according to the strengths and weaknesses of each student. I hope that the students can help each other's classmates learn..."

After class, the students got together and went to find their own team members. "Your math is good, you can manage math!" I said to our team members. "Okay!" She smiled happily.

From that day on, our group of students helped each other and learned from each other. However, after a few days, some students were tired.

After class, he ran to the playground quickly and played with the ball. I found him on the playground and hurriedly said: "Hurry up! Endorsement! The teacher will check it tomorrow!" He glanced at me coldly and turned his head and continued to play. "But the teacher has to check it out! How can you do this?" I said angrily. "No back!" He glanced at me disdainfully, and the indifference in his eyes forced me. "Don't back!" He threw this cold words to me again. I felt as if I was going to help a person climb uphill, but he pushed me away. "You don't have to carry it back!" But he didn't return this time, just like me. I felt that I was splashed with cold water. There were many students watching on the playground. I suddenly felt my face burning and my eyes gradually reddened. I took a deep breath and tried to hold back and ran out of the playground... ...

"I asked him to endorse it is not good for him! How can he do this!" My eyes are red, and my heart is wronged, I don't understand why he is like this! Since he ignores it, then I don’t bother him, save me from being passionate! I am very sad, my good heart is being stepped on by others, Ignore it! I am determined not to care for him...

A few days later, he quietly sent me a newsletter: "Sorry, I am actually because..." I felt a bit of comfort in my heart. It turned out that he understood my pains. I think about it, forgive him, although I was greatly left out, but he apologized to me now...

So we reconciled and continued to help him learn.

Sometimes, youth is like this. There are sadness and happiness. This memory is most worthy of nostalgia. We should cherish it...