The bitterness and joy of my growing up

The troubles flow back into the river, but there is boundless joy!

Growing up is like a long river. The left bank is a happy time that I can't forget. The right bank is a tense middle school career, and the middle of it is a lot of troubles.

The childhood of barefoot running barefoot has passed, and the childhood of carrying out the comics of parents has passed away, and the intense national life is ushered in, and the troubles will flow back into the river.

Language is really an esoteric subject. It doesn't have to be said that it is hard to remember the hard-to-remember classical Chinese, and it doesn't need to be said that it is a headache. The single weekly note of Zhou Zhou makes me have a headache. I go home from school every Friday, and I sigh in a low voice, hehe! The dark days are coming again. It’s really hard to learn, and the troubles are blowing.

Geography, I have a headache when I hear this word. I am dizzy when I see this book: "Students, the teacher opened the door and went straight to the topic..." She spoke on the podium, and I called the bitterness underneath. She spoke on the podium. I am flying in the air, I frown underneath, she is dancing on the podium, I shook my head and sighed below... Geography is a lively note in the eyes of the teacher, but in my eyes it is confused and boring.

And there is no happiness in the troubles.

Happy leisure weekend, go shopping with my classmates, the colorful scarves, all kinds of costumes, and the bustling market, all of which make me feel good.

The troubles flow back into the river, but there is also unlimited happiness!

First day: Ma Yuqi