The air at night is brewing in silence, and the dew at night is condensed by that silence. At first glance, there is only a dream-chasing girl staring at the sky, pursuing her inner dream-enjoying the style of meteor shower.

That is me. I have been sitting on the balcony for three hours, and a little drowsiness is creeping into my eyes, but I can wipe it off at once. I cherish this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity very much, and I really want to enjoy this rare astronomical spectacle in a hundred years.

While waiting, I fantasized about the beautiful photos of the stars, my joy in them, and my pride in showing off among my classmates tomorrow. I am calm, and I think everything I have done is worthwhile. A strong desire for expectation runs through me.

Cinderella is about to become a beautiful princess again. I feel gratified for her, but also a little disappointed. The beautiful arc in an instant did not cross the distant horizon, and the long-buried wish in my heart did not sprout hope.

I was a little depressed, so I took out my Chinese test paper from my schoolbag, which read "7 1" and there were countless ticks. Looking back at me at this time yesterday, when I took the test paper on the podium, I was also looking forward to the arrival of Chinese achievements and the envious eyes of my classmates. But now, all I have is endless disappointment, just like the sky, boundless.

The clock ticks, it sends out one expectation after another, but it only welcomes one disappointment. I couldn't hold on any longer, and my eyelids began to fight. I wish I could hold on, but ...

I have reached the edge of loss, lying in bed, holding a test paper, looking at the starry sky, lost in endless reverie.

Suddenly I feel that expectation and disappointment seem very close, as if there is only one word difference. Who will pay attention to this word in that beautiful prose? But in fact, they are so far away. Standing at the two extremes, there is a big gap. How many people are worried about this word in real life?

Now that I think about it, it is true that expectations are always forgotten in people's memories, leaving only the results after expectations, either happy or sad, or sad, or ...

People pay too much attention to the results, which completely distorts the sacredness, incomparable beauty and indifference to lofty expectations in the process of the event itself. When the result comes, or hope, it brings endless joy and pride; Still lost, bringing endless frustration and melancholy.

However, how many people who get hope can achieve "moderate benefit and complete loss"? How many disappointed people can "wash away shame and smile at life"?

People are like this, no matter what is behind the expectation, it will give people a heavy blow. This blow is invisible and always gives people spiritual destruction unconsciously.

Although the window is still silent, although I still have the test paper in my hand, although I am still disappointed, I have already revealed a trace of joy, because I have discovered the true meaning of life, and it will accompany me to a more brilliant road of expectation!

Looking forward to flowers.

What are the expectations? Some people say that expectation is hope; Some people say that expectation is the source of good things; Some people say that expectation is the guiding ideology of people's success and so on. Everyone has different attitudes and opinions about the same thing and the same word. That is the reality. There is no unique definition of what expectation is, it changes with people's thoughts.

But you know what? What are the flowers expecting? ...

The wind gently brushed the flowers, leaving a shallow fragrance. The bright smile is stranded on the corner of the flower, and the rain and dew on the petals are like tears that show the flowers cherish spring. Are they crying because they are sad? No, I think they shed tears of happiness because they are looking forward to blooming again next year.

Roses are happy. Because it was expecting to bloom, he gave it to her, gave her happiness and gave her warmth. So rose's heart is full of happiness, warmth and emotion. From then on, Ross was happy only because others were happy.