High school, my arrogance

In the second year of high school, my army is in a state of turmoil. The road in the back of the text/Xia Ruoxi is always thrilling. Bai Yansong said.
But with a calm heart, I groped for the ropes of the past without hesitation, and slowly weaved. Until it is made into a good-looking scorpion. I hope that when I look back, it is beautiful and safe.
I always wake up when I just spit in the sky. In the case of a serious occupation of dark circles, I forced myself to sleep again. However, persecution is useless. The panic that is coming out of the heart is like a million ants biting. So I had to get up and put the nerves into the space full of formula words. Although they have been playing with them for a long time last night. When I lost a mess, I only had to escape, and they never let me go, and the endless battles day after day.
Every morning, when I stepped on the slightly narrow school building, I felt that I was walking into a deserted city where nobody cares. There are overgrown weeds, and the mouse ants are in the same hole. There are stories but they are invisible to the naked eye. Fortunately, all this is desolate yellow, single and dry.
I don't know when I started, I became a tree here. I started with some green leaves and I was amazed at the new things. But the good times didn't last long, I began to dry up, the face was like a gray, facing the outside, inside, standing on the sidelines. I have become flustered and become old. Later, I completely became a Danfeng tree that was blown old by the west wind. I didn’t know who to tell.
In fact, I still have a happy day before the transplant. At that time, in the autumn, in the cold wind, the deciduous leaves, the dusk of the sunset, and friends, in twos and threes, squandering a lot of youth in their hands. Laughter and laughter show the west side of the color, the autumn wind blows fine and pretty. Forget the existence of time, forget the sorrow and sorrow, as a child, no heart and no lungs.
At that time, I would not think about human nature and would not raise an inscrutable question like "Who am I?" It is only occasional sentimental, pure pleasure.
However, the flow of time, the human heart is easy to change. As everyone knows, the gorgeous appearance is all under the authority. It is inevitable that I will lift the trouser legs all the way. Looking at those people because of their name, they twisted their faces and twisted their hearts. They could only sigh at the side. But in the sigh of my sigh, a pair of cold hands pulled me down. The water was extremely cold and cold, and I struggled to save my life. It was only an echo. The only thing that can save oneself is himself.
When I finally got to the shore with wet and wet, I heard their sneer. I have to escape again. In a strange place, I saw people of all kinds, the scenery and the time of slipping away. This escape made me always entangled in its dreams. I think that I fell in love with that strange city, and that love is dead and live to love. This is my unrequited love, unrequited love, and some love and sadness.
The days are still flying and swaying. The game with formulas and figures is already in a hot and deep phase. Daily, from early morning to sunset, to late night, endless. Deeply bored inside, I often throw the pen down and threaten to stop fighting. But when the rain was lost, I found the broken pen and slammed into the rain.
"A person will always encounter such a time in his life - a war of one person. At this time, your heart has been overturned, but in the eyes of others, you are only a little silent than usual, no one will feel strange. Kind of war, destined to be single-handed."
I began to escape many people, and began to go shopping with a bag, and began to get used to the days without music and books. Sitting in the classroom by the window, tired, he looked up and looked at the gray sky that was covered by the glass, and the inner sadness was hard to say. Others are carnival, and I am fighting inside. Never easily participate in a certain group, fireflies think they can illuminate the world, I am not that stupid firefly. So I am destined to single-handedly.
A group of sheep graze on the hillside, and suddenly a car came over, so all the sheep looked up and looked at the car, so the sheep that continued to graze, it was extraordinarily lonely.
I have been lonely with people, and I am surprised that I am born alone. Being alone is shameful. Just like every morning, I read aloud aloud, while others looked down at the book, and my voice was particularly ridiculous in the empty classroom. I have to suppress my voice and don't want to look so special. In fact, I want to say a few words of swearing out loud, and then go out of this Philadelphia without looking back. However, it is still lonely. Even though the car is like a rush of water, I am awkward. I also want to go to the gait of peace, but often out of the taste of the road. I am a person who is afraid of loneliness and hates the excitement. Sadly, I often watch people laugh in the excitement.
Like many people, I want to escape and want to travel. So I always subconsciously approach those far away. Like a child with a lonely personality, a person on the beach at the castle, fell back, and enjoyed it. I am waiting for the letter from afar, waiting patiently and calmly. You don't know how warm it is to open the envelope and read the story thousands of miles away, and I am so eager for this warmth. Always carefully keep everyone's story. Imagine one day I can come to those cities, take the road they have traveled, and eat the cakes they bought at the intersection of Chen Po. In this way, the whole life is over, free and wandering.
The dream is such a lingering, like the illusion of a field, beautiful as the scene seen in the underwater world, the beauty is too unreal. When I was dreaming, I drove out the noise and continued to weave the unfinished dreams. Beautiful and desolate. The biggest enemy of man is himself. I never deny this sentence. Fear of dreams will make me fall, and I am afraid that there will be no dreams and even a mental breakdown. This is a silent battle, playing dark and dark, the sun and the moon are dull, the yellow sand is full of days, but only I know.
I want to find two people in this life. One is a person who is worthy of trust, and I will give him/her a suicide note. It has all my thoughts, all the thoughts. Because I don't know when my tower of spirits collapsed, I don't know which day I will sleep forever. There is also a person who can talk to me with each other. Even if there is time and space, our feelings will not fade. I will attend his/her wedding and will watch his/her child grow up and grow old with him/her. We warm each other, regardless of you or me. I hope that I can find these two people and hope that my hope is no longer hope.
Looking back on this year, it was only a year, and the companions changed several times. But even if you meet again, can you go back to the past? Time is like a gap between the mountains and the mountains. You can only let you go naked. You have to get away from it and you have to be scared all the way.
Unconsciously, I climbed the mountain of the second year of high school and inadvertently turned back to see the abyss underneath. At this time, I can't allow me to retreat. I have to use 12 points to continue climbing.
I looked through the mountain and there was a higher rugged mountain waiting for me. The third year has always been given my mystery. I was scared and felt at a loss. I was afraid that I would jump into a dark well, and I wouldn’t even hear back when I shouted for help. I am afraid that one person will face the tremendous pressure and no one can speak.
Sing a song to commemorate the youth that I will pass away. Youth also has fate.
After the college entrance examination, the empty classrooms are waiting for us to fill, and those who have left are not left with waste paper. Going clean and neat, I walked with pears and rain. People always have to leave. When I left, everything was faintly lit - nostalgic. In the last section of history in the second year of high school, the history teacher was excited and eloquent. I never knew that there were so many people in our class at the same time, and the class was absolutely active. When I was in class, the teacher waved and said goodbye to us. The past lifelessness suddenly disappeared. Everyone’s eyes followed the teacher and fell in love. In the future, there is no history less. Just like in the future, there is no more high school class XXXXX.
At this point, I feel that time is rushing, sighs and complaints are no longer a solution. When you talk to your relatives and friends, you naturally have a powerful force. Even if it is not for others, for yourself, for the sake of dreams, it should not be easy to give up.
I saw the seniors of the seniors who were throwing papers and crying, knowing that they were not far from liberation, only one step away, cheering for them and moving them. The college entrance examination is a huge battle for us. Each of us is a general and a general without soldiers. But we have been fighting the enemy for a long time, we are all good generals.
The light of dreams, don't be too weak. The hope of life, don't be too embarrassed. We have never stopped to chase. I hope that time will love us and I will be lucky to love us. We are full of strength, we are working hard, we are looking forward to the future.
At the end of the writing, I sat in the corner of the classroom, looking at the blue sky at the corner of the window, and then gnashing my teeth against the physical problems that I wouldn't do. I have been out of school for a long time, and there are more than a dozen students in the classroom who are eager to think about it. Nothing, everyone wants to fly higher.
High school, even if we are single-handed, we can't lose!