The sky is no longer gray

"Oh! How do you write this way!" I was lowering my head and listening to the composition that Zeng teacher criticized.

After listening to Mr. Zeng’s criticism, I held a composition paper that had been written and written by the teacher with a red pen and sneaked back to the classroom. Although it was a piece of paper, it was like Moving heavy stones, walking hard. The red circle on the composition is like an unknown curse. The red brand-like circle marks the five lines of ink on my forehead one by one. It is my original slowness. Confidence, passed away bit by bit, the red words one by one into the heart. My heart is much heavier.

Looking up at the sky, the clouds slowly move in the direction of the sun, covering up the warm, splendid brilliance, and people can only look at the clouds that cannot be opened with anxiety. The sky slowly grayed out, and the dull breath was accompanied by a gray cloud, which made people breathless.

It’s gray, my heart is a bit gray. Carrying a schoolbag, walking on the way home, I still remember the composition of today's red traces. The sky was gray, and soon it rained. Dropped on my face, turned into my tears, and also dripped on the grass by the roadside. Oh! It turned out that this grass also had the same experience as me, presumably it was tearing with me. A crystal clear raindrop fell on the grass, and the raindrops slowly fell on the ground on the green grass tip. The grass is still green like this. After the rain drops, the body is still tall and straight. The raindrops that followed one after another dripped onto it, the grass slightly bent over the body, and a few drops fell gently on the ground. The grass seems to be greener and more straight.

The clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and the warm and bright sunshine was revealed. The light rain seemed to be a brush, and the original gray sky was brighter. It seemed to also put the invisible on my forehead. The curse washed away, and confidence came back. Suddenly, I seem to understand a truth, small pain is equal to motivation. I will continue to work hard when I write this essay. The next time I have to write to Mr. Zeng to see that the raindrops are not yet finished, and the gleaming grass that is illuminated by the sun seems to have seen the grass. I.

My sky is no longer gray.

Zhongshan Xiaolan No.1 Middle School: Mai Yuping