My wealth

I am an ordinary middle school student. The results are not good, but not bad; looks are not handsome, but not ugly; the family is not rich, but not too poor to reveal. I am me, it seems to be too common.

I am an ordinary son. Not filial, but there is no idea of ​​splitting the mother's five horses; it is not considerate, but it will not be shot; it is not sensible, but it has not caused trouble. I am who I am, it seems to be too unusual.

I always love to squat under the tree, look at the dead leaves that are not broken on the ground, and look at the green buds on the trees. A great sorrow rushes into my heart - what is the use of natural materials!

I like reading books, and I read books: magazines, newspapers, classics, novels. Parents always complain that I use these books for any purpose, wasting money! I can't refute, soak up a cup of tea, enjoy it slowly on the balcony, and feel pain in my heart: "Dad, Mom, why don't you know your son?" In addition to the pain, I will take a copy of "Innovative Composition", while admiring the writing of others, shaking my head. Hey, when can I write such a composition?

A month passed quickly, and one day I received a letter. I opened it gently. Sure enough, the manuscript I sent was back. The editor wrote a sentence that made me very sad: "This kind of manuscript will not be published if it is sent for a thousand times." I don't believe...

At dusk, the twilight began to quadruple. I am walking along the river road in one of my most admired places. Today, my manuscript has been retired. The sunset has turned my face and the sky and the ice creek into red. At that moment, I have the idea of ​​jumping...