The change of my life began when I wrote "3" on the back of my hand. Life in senior three is very tiring. There are a lot of papers to be done every day, pen and ink are gushing wildly, and wisdom and confusion are competing. Finally, the smile on my face seemed to kiss into a line at sea level. But who knows, it's still wrong. Life in senior three is like this. I open the curtain of the movement with a happy smile, but insert painful notes at the climax of the movement. Let a person have no chance to breathe.
So I began to escape from reality, hiding in the corner and secretly recalling the past. Is it useful? The cruel reality has enveloped the corner in darkness and fear and attributed it to the silence of death, which will only amplify your own pain. My eyes suddenly lit up. What is that, a meteor? It always carries a lifetime of good hope. After it flew, what was left was the dark night sky that I faced alone. Messy thoughts are as inseparable as my messy hair, and melancholy tears can't stretch.
Days are like spun yarn passing through your fingers, slipping inadvertently, and the seasons change between your fingers. A ray of sunshine, gently sprinkled from the tree, melted the cold breath, revealing the pale pink and white of spring. I think no matter how long I cross it, I can't escape after all, and I am back to the starting point. This is a fact. I want to face it alone, but I am always a little timid. I appeal to someone to help me.
In the spring breeze, she kindly told me to look up and face the front, there is a love of my own in front; The vicissitudes of fishing boats tell me meaningfully that the sunshine is always after the storm, so how can we see the rainbow without facing the storm? Poor writing really encourages me. As long as you are brave enough to face the reality, you will find that the haze of grades is just a short rainy season. Look up and face it, after all, there is a bright sky ahead.
After listening to this, I no longer bother to pray for a better future, no longer expect perfection, no longer cling to the light and elegant past, no longer indulge in the glorious aftertaste of yesterday, no longer complain about the waves that suddenly turn up in the boundless sea, and no longer resent the traces of fallen leaves.
Although there are ups and downs, failures, regrets and tears, I have not lost the beauty of my youth. Let me, evasive and timid, drift with the tide under the cleansing of the fleeting time. I am ready to face the thorns on the road in the future alone.
Face alone
I grew up with my brother. At home, my brother is much younger than me. I should take care of him, but I never do that. I am more important to my parents than my brother. So, I was spoiled like a clown.
"ah! Wow ~ ~ "Hearing this creepy cry, my whole body trembled, and I immediately rushed into my brother's room. The messy house makes me sad. The book fragments and broken glass pressed on my brother hurt my eyes deeply. At that moment, I froze, and my whole body was shocked. This kind of pain is on him, but it is more painful in my heart. Looking at his pale and weak appearance, I was at a loss. I bit my lip and thought in despair. Mom and dad are on business trips, and I'm the only one at home. I thought I was the only one who could save my brother. I ran into the house, picked him up and ran to the hospital. Along the way, tears scattered in the eyes, pain scattered in the heart. I wish I could bear this pain alone, but it's too late now. Everything is so sudden and unexpected.
Looking at my brother lying quietly in the hospital bed, pale face, stiff hands, a burst of heartache is so simple and cruel. I was caught off guard, and tears poured out like glittering pearls. I am tired. I feel very unfortunate, remorse and regret. As an elder sister, I didn't take good care of my younger brother. Lonely, lonely, barren ...
When I woke up, my brother looked at me with big eyes and blinked. I smiled, and so did he. My brother patted me on the head with his meaty little hand: "thank you, sister!" Long live my sister! " I was relieved to see him jumping on the bed. When my brother came back to me, I had his innocent smiling face again. This is because I don't think I am unfortunate, but the happiest.
After that, I spent the rest of my life with him in the ward. Although I am busy every day, I am still very happy. I took care of him with love, and he smiled back at me.
Anyway, I face all this alone. After that, I had more and more communication with my brother, and gradually learned to care for others, be kind to others and take care of others. When I grow up, I am no longer a child sleeping in the cradle. I want to help my parents and take care of my brother. Although hard, I can feel the joy and happiness from the heart.