Growing up, sometimes just an instant

I thought he didn't care about me, even if I was working like a summer shack, I wouldn't move for it.

The corner of the playground outside the window, is the seedling like me? In the blooming of flowers and trees, only Baba is looking at it.

It was a difficult problem. I kept biting my lip and the pen never stopped. But I still looked like a lost ant, crawling and crawling on the broad and unparalleled avenue...

The same table was already finished, and when I looked at my brow, I put my head over and wanted to help me. However, when she saw the messy calculations and the number of "Arabian Nights", she finally couldn't help but laugh.

Look at her like that, I actually followed the smirk, but I have already had a bit of pain in my heart. Maybe, I am too stupid!

Doing questions, no; exams, failures...

Like the vicious circle, the results will always fall behind, how can I not say no! ?

Retracting his eyes, he could not help but skip the window: It was a surprise that the young seedlings had straightened up and stretched two green leaves, like two soft little hands, trying to touch the light rain. Soft wind, blue sky, white clouds...

My heart is full of confusion and jealousy: in a small corner, even the sun does not care, and it enters its greatest efforts to grow in obscurity, why bother?

Suddenly, it seems that a familiar figure approached me. I instinctively clumsyly covered up the unsatisfactory score on the paper, and my face still had an indifferent smile.

The math teacher stopped at my side. At that moment, I could only hear the sound of my heart's "beep".

"Mathematics is fine, just don't give up."

The nerves are loose as the strings are tight, God! The math teacher who once said that my science is slow, actually said no problem at that moment!

I am excited and happy to listen to the full class...

After class, holding the red-forked paper and asking the same table tirelessly; the calculation paper in the schoolbag was rapidly reduced; the bookcase was filled with various mathematics workbooks; the desk lamp was always lit until eleven o'clock. ......

Finally, another test is coming.

The bell rang, the exam started, and my struggle left on the paper, leaving me thinking...

There was not much time left, and the clock on the wall sneered at me mercilessly: "There is not much time!"

Helpless, anxious...

There are also a few "familiar" topics, but you can't go to the pen.

I scratched my hair and my right hand couldn't help but rub the test paper. What should I do? How to do……

"Mathematics is fine, just don't give up!"

Immediately - the whistle, the pen, the bell, the time is just right.

I would laugh when I was holding a paper with a lot of improvement.

The green outside the window is still trying to grow, never stop, and do its best to bloom, fruit, and shade...

The heart is full of emotion, yes, even if its power is negligible, it still tries to change itself bit by bit.

Yes, no one is the savior of anyone. The only thing that can really change oneself is himself.

In the middle of the night, the desk lamp lights up, emitting endless hopes -

First day: Zhao Wenzhao