The feeling of "the first lesson of the beginning of school", lost happiness

Unexpectedly, the first lesson of the school is a TV program, and the country went home early to watch TV. The teacher said that it was for Chinese students. I thought it would be very erudite, what history and what.

When I started the TV, when I started, I was completely killed. It turned out that Guo Xiaosheng was in class. It was a small country. When I saw him on the bench, it was just like class. There was a feeling of nostalgia. I used to be a Famous people, on them, I saw that I used to be so naive, lively, and ignorant of everything in the country. I am full of hope for the future and tomorrow.

No worries, no troubles. I heard Lang Lang’s reading at school every day.

The friendship between the small and the small may be the purest friendship. Everyone will not care about anything and help each other. There is no distinction between men and women. Everyone has something good to share, and there are difficulties to bear with them. Everyone will support encouragement and enthusiasm.

But now, all of this has completely changed. There is no such thing as a childlike innocence. There is no real friendship. There is no life. Everyone does not care. Everywhere is full of irony.

The current class is getting less and less like a group. I am here to stay silently. I want to try to go back to innocence and return to the joy at that time. But this is unrealistic. If I do anything, I will not be able to go back to the past. I have brought a lot of happiness, and now there is no more.

The first lesson of the school is happiness, but happiness has long been lost. We are no longer us.

Our door is about to face graduation again, and we will face life choices, so we have to fight for one year. In this year, we have to put youth, make happiness, and completely forget the kind of childhood that we have had. Why is life like this? If we continue, how much will we lose?

For tomorrow, everything is still unknown, maybe tomorrow is not the future, maybe the future is tomorrow, the nursery rhyme, far away from us,

The third day of Zoucheng Dongtan Mine School: Zeng Tenglong