March, black displacement (1)

It is said that children who like to kneel down and hold themselves to look at the sky are lonely. I don't like to kneel down and hold myself to look at the sky, but I like to look up at the sky on the balcony, or hide in a small corner of no one to hold myself.

In March of 2019, unlike the spring, it was like the summer of the claws, and the sun was particularly bright. But my mood is not bright enough, and the small emotions are overturned. No reason, sadness, decadence, confusion, and a sigh of pressure on me. In March, it is destined to be displaced.

There is not much time left in the middle school entrance examination, but the partial science is very powerful. The only rational thinking is not enough for me to squander. I am not a particularly smart child. Counting it, I am still a stupid child.

I have no reason to grieve, but I never show a bitter face, but smile more brightly, as Guo Jingming wrote:

"I am a child who likes to laugh, but I am not a happy child."

I have read a sentence:

"When we were 18 years old, we were very old and very old!"

I like this sentence very much. I am 16 years old, I am old, but I am still a child. I also want to be a child who is innocent and innocent, and I don’t want to be a sad and lonely child.

I am not a good boy, I admit. I know that I am more arrogant, numb, cold-blooded. What a terrible child, this is a terrible fact! So, I kept writing and then moved myself with my own words to prove that I was not numb.

In March, my words seemed to have abandoned me. The right hand seemed to have been taken out of the soul and could not write my favorite words. I was afraid, I cried.

2012.3.23

The third day of the Datun Middle School in Fogang County: the most beautiful injury