After all, my looks are not very good, with a flat nose and a big mouth. My appearance is just bigger eyes. In this way, the respected God spared me and gave me a "icing on the cake"-dark skin.
It is said that I was born with dark skin and birthmarks on my back and ass. My grandmother said, "The child was beaten by a terrible god and didn't want to come." Who wants to come in this dark?
As long as I can remember, the word "black" has appeared much more frequently in my life than other colors. Everyone calls me "black rose" and "black peony", and I am worthy of these titles. In summer, my skin is like a layer of black paint, don't mention it. But as a silly girl, I still think "peony" and "rose" are all compliments, and I am quite proud of my black color.
When I grow up, I have my own aesthetics. I often hear adults praise girls for being white and beautiful, and TV advertisements introduce whitening things, but nothing darkens them. My heart suddenly lost. Not only that, my "black" has become my "pigtail", and the children naturally understand their advantages over me. When there is a contradiction, they can make me speechless with a "black autumn". Fortunately, my popularity is better, and "pigtails" are not always embarrassing.
After school, "black" really dyed a small piece of sky in my heart. Surprisingly, the boys at that time were all very white, so I naturally became the object of their amusement. Once I tried to defend myself, and even shook out the nickname "black rose" and "black peony" when I was a child, which backfired. Hey! I ran home angry and ate the prawns cooked by my mother. I was not angry again. "A good girl is not angry, and a small white face is not worth mentioning."
Now, with my gradual whitening and the familiarity of people around me with my "black", I don't pay much attention to my "black" problem. How good is "black". This is a healthy color. It has a kind of sunshine and vibrant beauty. Many people go to specialize in tanning. They are all parallel imports. I am authentic! And "black" has greatly improved my popularity. At school, there are definitely more people who know "Black Sister" than those who know Yu Mengyao. At home, my brothers and sisters thought my surname was "black" and I was "black sister" at first. Because of "black", my name is much more than yours, which can be compared with the ancients. My friends gave them to me: "African refugees", "miners", "black girls", "black girls" and "blacks" ... I laughed at them one by one. More interestingly, there are more products named after me: black girls suck sugar and black toothpaste ... black is also a big feature and a bright spot for me!
Why am I black? I don't know. Why are you white? I don't know. It is said that my mother especially loved walnuts and roast mutton when she was pregnant with me. Does it have anything to do with this? Please help me think.
The pace of growth has arrived, and the troubles of growth have followed. It makes people unhappy all day.
"How can you be so careless? English capital letters are written in lowercase letters; Mathematics either forgets to add decimal points or it is difficult to turn around; So is Chinese. What should not be wrong is always wrong. ..... the results are always not improved! " Since the first day of junior high school, this kind of words has often been lingering in the funeral March. Sometimes it is my parents' criticism, sometimes it is my self-training, and sometimes it is my sister's sarcasm.
I also want to improve my grades, but I can't be satisfied. Either this subject fails or that subject fails. These are all unexpected. Who doesn't want to do well in the exam, but everyone has different abilities and different efforts, so the "fruit" of harvest is also dry and full. So I can only say, "Try your best!" Yes
Life is only wonderful when there is competition-this is my comfort. But despite this, there are still many troubles bothering me: as a student, I told myself that my grades should not be too bad; As a daughter, I told myself not to let my parents down; As a sister, I told myself to set a good example for my sister ... so my troubles are increasing day by day.
On the other hand, if good grades are so easy for me to get, wouldn't it greatly lose its meaning and people's desire to have it? Think about it this way, the trouble will definitely be reduced a lot. However, another view has formed in my mind-although this statement has some truth, it is too naive, just like saying that it is sour if you can't eat grapes. Without hard work, good grades will not be delivered to your door. Therefore, troubles still follow me like shadows. This may be much ado about nothing, but it is true that this should be a problem faced by most students.
The solution to this trouble is to study, study and study again. "Very annoying recently, very annoying ..." Now I finally understand that this song actually sings the helplessness and confusion of our teenagers in the face of learning troubles. Growing pains keep coming, I hope we can resist all the "attacks" of troubles and learn to grow up healthily in troubles! ! !