I want to have a "week eight"

"Beautiful, do your homework! I am grinding there again. You see what time it is, I can't get up tomorrow morning, the cram school is going to be late..." Mom shouted at me in the living room, and the voice improved. Octave. Hey, it’s hard to get to the weekend, but still can’t enjoy it. My mother’s “whip” was “pumped up”. How can I not run this exhausted “horse”?

Just after writing for a while, my mother went into the room and said to me, "Mei, ah, I am going to the eighth grade. You have to learn physics again. Mom is afraid that you can't keep up, so I asked you for a tutor, tomorrow night. To teach you physics. Mom is also for your good..." I Mumu nodded and knew the mother's good intentions. However, is this rhythm too fast? Saturday morning is a math class and an English class, in the afternoon is a essay tutoring class, and in the evening it is a physics class. God! I looked at the ceiling and wanted to cry without tears. Where is my break time? The rest of the time is not to write homework. I stood on the balcony and looked down. A group of primary school students ran cheerfully and rode on a bicycle. I miss the small country, innocent and carefree. I finished my homework every day at school, went home, reviewed my homework, and previewed what I learned tomorrow, so I could go out and play with my classmates. On weekends, there is only one math tutor on Saturday morning, and there are very few homework assignments. After you finish writing, you can go shopping and watch movies with your classmates. What now? I have to write a homework for a long time from Monday to Friday night, and I am going to take a homework class on Saturday and Sunday. I don't dare to think about it. It's just like this in the first day. When I was in the third grade, when I was in the middle school exam, will my sleep time be occupied? When will it be free? I think, maybe after graduation from high school?

"Beautiful, have you finished?" I was surprised, oh, my thoughts flew out again. I took my mind and concentrated on my homework and continued to write. How is this math problem so difficult? I wrestled my brain and had to ask the teacher. After a long time, finally, the homework was completed. Night, quiet. I lay in bed, naively thinking: If there is a "week 8", how good it is, only the students' "eighth". On that day, we can have a hard time and play without worry, without the constraints of parents, without the burden of students, how good! Thinking about it, I went to sleep. In the dream, my classmates and I held hands and ran all the way, full of laughter and laughter. That day is the eighth day...

First day: Xu Meizhen