Mood diary - to my dear table

Dearpartner:

Perhaps when I climbed to the foothills, I had already been bruised and bruised, but I would not regret it. The top of the mountain, the scenery I want, the way, the sweat, and the abandonment that I said, are nothing but smoke. - There is you all the way.

The wind whirls, and the net rain slides over the finger joints. Picking up your toes will bring you closer to the sky.

I never thought about the future, just trying to do it now. Always wanted to say to you: "Thank you for your company, let me be stronger."

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Lens 1: "Hey!" The homework has been placed on my desk. "Slightly dying!" Without thinking, he said this sentence and immediately regretted it. Then, like being struck by lightning, I opened the conditional reflection, and the paper slipped through the palm of my hand one by one. A bright red "A" came into view, but when it was happy, it was sad again. Indeed, it was "A-" . Glanced at the same table, a row of blood-red check marks across the entire page, a hint of coolness in the heart, followed by a variety of contempt and doubt. "Is this question correct?" I asked him as if I was talking to myself. He didn't lift his head: "It's wrong." I tilted him aside and said with a slight command: "Show me yours!" Then he reached for it, and he immediately greeted him with a hand and said: " Write it yourself, you want to be sure about this question." The tone of pleading is helpless. I suddenly got angry: "Can you show me no? I don't think about it myself." "I am doing this for you, can you not hurt you?" He was anxious. "I have a salt soda... speed to me!" I said while using my left hand to draw underneath, took the homework out and opened it: 30°, although it was a little weird, but since the teacher was right, I Still served. He shook his head helplessly. My slightly apologetic eyes swept over her cheek and gently put his homework back.

Lens 2: I am weak on the table, hey, I am in a bad mood. He was also aware of it, but did not say anything. After a while, A students arrived as scheduled: "Hey, dictation, let me see." I frowned and said: "Who is '哎', I have a name." Then he went down. A classmates began to scream. Suddenly, at the same table, he smashed his dictation and said something in his words: "Take it, don't bother her." I was shocked, indeed, I felt much better. Seeing my mouth slightly rising, he said something like this: "Happy birthday to you!" "Birthday? Whose birthday?" I looked left, right, suddenly remembered, today is March 17 ... He smiled lightly, secretly took out a notebook called "Flower Flower World" and said with a sigh of relief: "Well, I originally bought it for B, um... I accidentally took it pink... .... um... B classmates are boys who don’t want to powder... Well, yes, that’s right.” After listening patiently for a few hours, I snickered. He said good euphemism, huh, huh! I took the notebook and went to the side, and the corner of the mouth became a slanting month.

Lens three, lens four...

Hi, at the same table, the fate, let us meet in this beautiful seventh grade; dreams will also make us in the moving eighth grade. Thank you for your help in my life, understanding and tolerating my small waywardness.

BelievemeIcanfly. I'msinginginthesky. Not limited to speed, don't get lost, dream runway I will see you smile at the end. When one day, when I can fly in the sky, I can shout proudly, by your wind, let me wave my wings and fly freely!

Same table Cai Meng

March 18, 2019

Gaoyou City, Yangzhou, Jiangsu, Gaoyou City, Zanhua School, the first day: Cai Meng