Smiling sunflower

1. Live like a sunflower

In my memory, the most beautiful flower is sunflower. Because sunflower has the courage and confidence that I admire.

The life of a sunflower is lost, from the delicate buds to the residual flowers of the fruit, how much wind and rain will it experience?

Perhaps, I am a sunflower, a sunflower that is despised by people. I am not as beautiful as a peony. I am not as romantic and passionate as a rose. I don’t have the scent of osmanthus, but I hide in the darkest corner.

Sunflowers are simple to plant, only a raw melon seeds are broadcast, but no one wants to sow it. In contrast, the rose seeding route is more difficult, but there are countless people who are willing to see it.

I am Xia Mo, a girl who is eager to test double hundred, but not even one hundred. I am the worst in the class. I am the one who is bullied and the most often despised. Every time I was looked down on, I really wanted to hide in the room and cry, but my parents didn't allow it, even the world didn't allow it. Didn't I have the right to open my heart and cry?

I really don't want to stick to it, maybe death is the only way to end it all! But I don't want to give up like this. Isn't the little bud that was just unearthed destined to be destroyed by some small winds and rain? I want to continue to live and live like a look, but how difficult it is!

Do you know how to cry? Maybe you don't understand, but I may understand it more thoroughly than anyone else.

It’s really helpless to understand one thing completely, really helpless. Tears grew from the heart, and gradually came to my eyes. The more tears in my eyes, the more I began to wreak in my eyes. Everything in front of my eyes gradually blurred. I closed my eyes and tears slid down my cheeks. I didn't want to wipe them off. I just want it to go down with the five senses, although it is not sultry, but it is enough to make people feel good.

3. Fairy tale and reality

I want to stick to my ideals and be a policeman. When my idea is proudly written into the composition, the teacher gave me a comment: You are far from the standard of the police!

I thought that there would be a lot of people encouraging me, but my composition became the laughing stock of many people. I laughed at the same table: "You, you should study hard, don't even pass a pass, you want to be a policeman. Go dreaming!" I want to return to him a word: I can! But I can’t say it, maybe I can’t beat myself! ,

When I got home, I raised my last courage to tell my parents about their thoughts. They looked at me for 5 minutes in surprise. Then my mother broke the silence: "Child, I know you are strong, but the reality is like this, it will be ruthlessly Take away all your hopes. You have grown up, you have to learn to distinguish between reality and fairy tales, Mom and Dad don’t want you to have any great achievements, just hope that you don’t do those boring dreams, have time to read books...” Shouted out the strength of the whole body: "This is not a boring dream!!!" Then ran back to the room, teardrops dripping down, I really want to give up... I even have my own mother Do not understand me, who will understand me in this ruthless world...

I turned on the computer. This is my only comfort. The sunflower that is full of eyes is full of eyes. I seem to see that the sunflower is smiling at me, laughing so purely, so beautiful, should I give up?

Sad, there is a friend to add, I did not want to add, but his net name is "Listen to your dreams" I successfully added him, I told him my dream, and sent "I am not stupid It’s stupid, even I can’t beat myself.” I know he will say that I am stupid, but...

Sixth grade: stumbling happiness