I cried this day.

The heavy rain was squatting out the window. I sat at the window and occasionally heard the sound of rain hitting the window sill. While listening to the moving music, I blame God, why don't you stop the tears, I know that God at this time, must be sad. I was thinking: Did he cry for me? Still this indicates that I am going to cry a lot. I can't imagine, I am waiting for my father to step out of the classroom door and come home. He should not blame me, don't yell at me, don't hit me, I am very grateful to God, I know, this is impossible, but I will not pray for God for a moment, let me have a good life. After an hour, my father is coming back. I really want to get into the bed and I can't see my father. However, I won't get a fifteenth! After all, I have to face it. I have to wait patiently... "The sound of knocking on the door rang in my ear. I ran downstairs and opened the door. Yeah, it’s Dad, I don’t dare. I looked up and followed my father upstairs. Dad walked into my bedroom, he didn't talk, I didn't talk, we were silent for a while, Dad said, "I won't blame you, your bad grades, but also part of me, but you still have to reflect. Introspection, and strive to achieve good results in the future."

I cried this day.

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