The taste of the seventh grade

I started to rise from the sixth grade to the seventh grade. This is another step! But now, I can’t be happy~ inscription

Say goodbye to the small classmates of the country and step into the middle school campus. What followed was a new classmate, a new teacher. A strange face appeared in front of my eyes, and I felt deeply embarrassed in a strange place.

Today, I am like a scented Bauhinia. Lost the original moist, the gorgeous color, never seen in me. One flap, one flap, one flap. It is an annoying dark yellow that replaces it.

I have asked myself more than once: "What happened? What happened to you? The old halo is no longer shining.

Every time I saw the disappointment of my parents and teachers, I was at a loss. People say that they will gain something when they study hard. What have I gained in a few months? The ridicule of the classmates, the contempt of the teacher, the loss of the parents, except for these, I have never harvested. Hope again and again, disappointment again and again, will completely kill me! My confidence is not shining. Laugh, what is it? I gradually forgot the concept of it.

The original lightweight bag suddenly became heavy. History, geography, life, politics, these four strange subjects have also joined my study life, but what is installed in the remaining space of my bag? It is loaded with loss, it is helpless. Just like the mother said: "All day is school - home, home - school..."

In the seventh grade, I learned envy and jealousy. I envy those who are in the class, the best in the years, and I blame them for their outstanding achievements. They paid a lot, then what about me?

Grandpa said to me: "God is fair to everyone, mainly in personal efforts. So, don't complain too much, think about it, how much have you paid?"

Ok! Let go of sour, bitter, and spicy. Start looking for the fragrance of flowers, such as the sweetness of honey, you must work hard to find!