Growing up troubles can't finish

Growing up all the way stumbled, and many troubles. When I was a child, there were too few toys and boring; now, I have too much burden and worry. Hey, the representative of troubles---the test paper flies. I clasped my hands and prayed in my heart: Heaven, earth! Let me test well, and test well. But things are always bad.

"83", this score is like a knife tip jumping on my heart, miserable! I can foresee the encounter after returning home--Mother's "machine guns"; Dad's mouth is flying and teaching; Grandpa's disappointment is overwhelming; and Grandma's unstoppable embarrassment.

I remembered the "four-sided knife" of that day---"What happened? Just a little bit, you know, what are we working hard for these years! Why don't you learn well...

"Mom's words are lingering in my ears. Looking at a test paper in the hands of my mother into a shredded paper butterfly, I want to shout out; "Mom, you know, I was having a high fever that day!" "But I don't dare, because it will only make you more annoyed, thinking that I will find the interface for excusing. I cried, but I dare not run, because it will only make your temper worse." I heard your mother say, This time you didn't test well, what happened? "This is my grandmother's jealousy to me beside my grandfather. I clearly see their disappointment in words. I hate myself a bit. I am making you angry and annoying."

Dad, Mom, when, the score has become the goal you set for me; when, the score has become so important in your eyes. I really want to be a bird of the past, unfettered, flying very high. You can still laugh in your arms. Is that possible? The only thing I face today is the endless goal, and I will never get your true smile.

Sixth grade: Cheng Yuanyuan