Anonymous pressure

Tonight, I was looking at the instrument. When I finished reading it, I put it on the table. My mother opened the paperwork and looked at the white spaces on the exercises. The fire came and whispered: "If you are like this, grow up. What should I do? Mom will be old in the future, no..." Although my mother’s voice is very small, it makes me more painful than loudness. My mind is blank. No matter how I beat myself, I feel no sense. My heart is like It was pressed by a big stone, I couldn’t move, then all I knew was my cry...

The third grade of Yingde City, Qingyuan, Guangdong: a long empty moon