Say no to the host

Every time, he always shows his style on the stage; every time, he always bathes in the sunshine with warm applause; every time, he always speaks in high praise. Every time, I always stand under the flag and watch him silently; every time, I always admire him quietly in the distance; every time, I always secretly curse him behind my back. He - the perfect incarnation, and I - low ordinary civilians. He is so omnipotent, there will always be undulating applause beside him. And I, personally lonely, walked in the quiet corridor.

How many times, how many times hatred makes him seem to be the biggest obstacle and the most bumpy road in my life. The sun did not hesitate to dedicate himself to him, and the haze was not left behind me. No, the art festival on Friday made him show off. Today, we are welcoming the annual art festival. The students couldn't stand their excitement, excited and crazy, and their hearts tickle. It seems that there is a force to urge them and tell them that the festival is coming. I am no exception. In the afternoon, the whole class of political class students looked around and couldn’t wait to go down to the playground. Some photography, some conversations, revolve around a theme - the festival. Just listening to the ringing of a ring, a wild horse running away, like a flash flood, in an instant, the playground is a piece of black pressure. After the introduction of the jury teacher, the host immediately followed. I was stunned and my eyes were round and round. "Oh my God! Is this a student? An unbeatable adult, a handsome man, a beautiful prostitute, this is incredible." The gentleman's scholarly book instantly transforms into a mature, steady, dignified, heroic, free and easy adult. I can't believe what I saw with my own eyes. I really want the students next to me to pinch my face and see if everything is fictional? Needless to say, this is simply self-deception, these are clearly students! Their straight back, black hair, handsome posture, no, no matter how handsome! Watching them speak on the flag, my heart is very uncomfortable, such as sitting on a needle felt. This is a kind of torture for me. I also yearn for the dreamy flag. Why can he go, how good is he, perfect, or impeccable, and the whole body is shining? This makes me puzzled. Sometimes, I am also reflecting on it. Maybe I am not doing well enough, but I think, what can I do? Others have excellent grades, and they are already the teachers' favorite students. Together with the speech, they are unparalleled. If they are a husband, can they climb the position of that person? First of all, standing in it, making the picture look uncoordinated, the uneven face, turning the magnificent stage into a messy junkyard, and occasionally stinking. Oh, I don’t have knowledge, I’m so ignorant, and I’m so small in the whole world. At this time, I think of an article in the national hour, "Be the best you," is today better than yesterday, don't compare with others, look for yourself, be a real, best self. . I am suddenly open, in fact, why compare with others, as long as today is better than yesterday, I am the best, the best!

Say no to the host, do a real self, have you done it?

Second day: Liu Maolin