Lost leaves

The hot summer heat contains a lot of summer fruits, but the one that is the most bitter is my.

When the university door closed to me, my heart was shrouded in a heavy black curtain. It is dark and cloaked. When the tears dried up in my eyes, I was a little bit more courageous. "He's coming back."

I am full of hardships and expectations for the days to come. I also keep telling myself, remind myself that staying is not because I can't fly, but because I can fly higher and further.

The unknown has not yet arrived, and the lost is no longer coming back. I am looking forward to the day when I am in the dream.

I started school, I am here to make up the class. The ambitious fighting spirit that was cultivated in a summer vacation was suddenly wiped out halfway. Under the first monthly test, can I realize my dream of flying again?

My heart gradually sank, but my parents' anxious eyes always flashed in front of me. No, I can't give up! No matter how bad the conditions can not kill my determination to study hard! Can't erase my determination to return my parents! So I regained my confidence.

Destiny is so tricky, this class is so strange. Sitting in the classroom, listening to the teacher's lectures, looking at this strange face, my thoughts seem to cross the space, returning to the class that was full of friendship and laughter. My friends are sitting next to each other and listening carefully. My favorite teacher is talking about the class. I can listen to it.

With a rush of class bells, my thoughts were pulled back to reality. I only saw the teacher walking out of the classroom and playing with the strange students around me. I don't know if they are strangers in my eyes, or I am an uninvited guest in their eyes.

Jin Qiu hurriedly walked in my busy and full-fledged hard work, accompanied by the cold wind.

Whenever I walked on the boulevard of the campus, I always looked up at the sky, and a row of leafy sycamores intersected to cover the blue sky, leaving only a little bit of sunlight on my face. I want to go friends from afar and think that they are strolling through the flowers and grass on the university campus. They called me from Tiannanhaibei and wrote a letter to comfort me. I am full of illusions and hopes about the life of the university.

The boring mood gradually fades as the life of re-reading is replaced by a gradual increase in confidence. I am afraid of the exam, but I am also looking forward to the exam, because only the exam can put me under tremendous pressure and make me secretly make up my mind. This is the only way to make me happy and my parents laugh, and the only way for teachers and classmates to pay attention to my uninvited guest.

No one knows how much I have paid for my studies. Every morning, under the urging of my parents, ten million people are unwilling to open my eyes. But still get up from the bed, and then suddenly go to school is followed by a heavy day of learning tasks. I couldn't help but laugh at the classmates who were sitting around in their spare time. I used to talk and laugh in the classroom of the third and third classes. Now I can only be a lonely spectator next to me. The experience of the senior four and the third year is different. This also determines the difference in the heart. He has the expectation of his parents and himself, and he has even sighed and lost.

Going home every night at 10:30, my father is still waiting for me at the school gate. Along the way, I walked silently with him, without a word, and no expression, because I was too tired and tired. The tremendous pressure inside me also made me silent, but my father always asked me with no confidence:

Is it happening?

Is it the exam exam?

Is it too much pressure?

......

But I kept shaking my head, seeing this, and finally my father was silent. I read the pain and rogue from my father's eyes. I even had a strange loss and pain in my heart. Father should feel the pressure and hardship in my heart. So, he began to tell me some of the stories that I saw on TV, and each story was so lively and interesting. When you talk about yourself, you can't help but dance. But I still walked silently, without any expression on my face. After the father watched me silent for a few minutes, he resumed laughter and told me another story.

My heart is crying!

I know that my father wants to make me happy and let me not be under pressure. He doesn't want to see his son live like this. He wants me to be happy and make me easy. I know everything I know! I also want to laugh at him, and even a smile can make him feel that his half-day results are not in vain, and he can feel a little relief. But I can't laugh, I really can't laugh! My heart carries a day and is ready to carry the pressure of one year, bitter and tired. Let me squeeze out the smile, I hate it, hate myself. I don’t know if the pain of the children is doubled in the parents. I am bitter in my heart, but my heart hurts, but my parents are bitter and bitter than me. But they still have to comfort me in turn. While lying, they show unusual indifference to their love! I hate myself, but I still can't smile, and I can't say a word.

Every day during school, I will listen to the song "kisstherain" repeatedly.

Only such a beautiful and deep song can temporarily calm down my inner loneliness and loneliness, and even bring back my memories of the past. The previous schooling was so sloppy, and now I feel that the school is so far away. I was sitting alone in the flowers in front of the classroom. No one except me talked to me.

alone! Yes, loneliness is a carnival of one person, and carnival is the loneliness of a group of people. The original beginning of life is companionship, but I gradually forget that I was accompanied by someone.

The leaves are the wings that do not fly, the wings are the leaves that fall on the horizon, and I am not the wings that are lost on the ground, let alone the leaves that do not fly. I am looking forward to the next takeoff in the coming year, I will fly higher.

The sixth grade of Zhongshan Experimental School in Changping District, Beijing: Chen Jialu