Following a 45 degree angle

Following a 45 degree angle

The middle school era is a piece of music in life. The bitterness, sweetness and sweetness are notes, and the joys, sorrows and sorrows are melodies. Following the angle of 45 degrees, unraveling the beauty of this glass world, I saw that happiness and sadness are taking turns on the stage of youth.

Dream, light on the nib

It wasn't until two weeks of hard work that encroached on the night that I was still dreaming of dreaming, thinking about the sentimental TV series and the 45-degree angle of the blue sky.

The ringing bells are so untimely to ring in the second second of your dreams, and the washing of the ears is getting worse. "Hurry up, there are still 15 minutes to go to school early!" I cherished the washbasin into the bedroom. "What? Today, I have to approve it again. Why don't you scream early?" I woke up from the state of sorrow, looking for socks at the bed. "My Missy, I am mad at the risk of being spurned by the whole school, but you don't take me as a root, so hurry, the clothes fall off the ground." "Help me stack the quilt, Thank you!" I grabbed the toothpaste and the tooth cup rushed to the bathroom.

Stepping on the ringtone of early self-study, I was very fortunate to have rushed to the seat in time, sneaked a glance at the three-foot platform, did not find the clues of the teacher's visit, a long sigh of relief, it seems that the goddess of luck still cares about me. Well!

"Testing the exam, the teacher's magic weapon, the points and points, the student's life root. This sentence is really a hit!" Mo said to himself, "It can be seen that the responsibility of reversing the face of the times, I am obliged." Don't be foolish, you have to listen to English in the morning." Unexpectedly, I hurriedly pulled out a crumpled Englishbook from the super-saturated desk.

Silently uttered the deafening words of the language teacher, the penetrating voice of the English teacher, so that Zhou Gong did not dare to step into the circle of the classroom, 30 meters radius, the geography teacher is talking about China's soil problems. Hey, the soil is salinized, do you just use the acid-base salt to mix it up? In a blink of an eye, through the tunnels of history, a glimpse of Zhuge’s bright tongue and confession of Confucianism, the beginning of the game, and the drifting across the sea, and Elisabeth and Newton had dinner together.

The blood flowing through the brain at the age of thirteen is like impulsive soapy water. From time to time, orange bubbles pop up with colorful dreams. However, the cruel reality has forced us to rush to "two points and one line", ignoring the sea of ​​Shushan, and faithfully doing the "slave" of the final exam. I don’t know what to do, I don’t know when I fell in love with words, I like to use words to paint spring and dreams on paper. Following the angle of 45 degrees, I saw the dream of amber swaying in the blue sky, spinning and jumping. .

The tears slipped on the cheeks, and the heart was shaking with excitement. Following the 45-degree angle, I heard the voice of the angel flapping the wings, love, attracting the sunshine, and bringing happiness.

Looking up at the 45-degree angle, remembering the promise we made on a certain day of the month of a certain year, I couldn’t help but burst into tears. The memory of the parting June was also wet, and it was still in the tears of the embarrassing years. flicker.

Second day: 槿宸