Impression is a kind of nutrition, which is everywhere. Inadvertently, it will give you great spiritual strength and let you surpass yourself.

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What the world lacks is not beauty, but the eyes that find beauty.

With the heavy mentality of failing in the exam, I found that the world around me has changed, not as wonderful as I imagined, but full of cruel and fierce competition. Although teachers and classmates comforted me, they said it was just an accident and it was no big deal. You did well in the re-examination this year, and you are sure to make great achievements. But I have no trickle of spiritual comfort, only 65438.

The increase in the number of courses often keeps me busy. When I am busy, I will burn the midnight oil. My mother often taps the door at twelve o'clock: "It's twelve o'clock, don't look, turn off the lights and go to bed!" " I held back the fire in my heart and ignored it ... I don't know that after several days, this sentence still echoes in my ears. I put down my pen, only to find that there was an extra cup of hot water on the table, and the heat wave of water was gradually spreading. ......

Go on like this.

With the tired light, I want to go out for some air. When I passed my mother's room, I found that the light was still on and the door was half closed. Gently preparing to leave, my mother opened the door and asked me how I was. I shook my head and left. When I turned off the light, it went out.

At that moment, I had a feeling in my heart that I had left myself a regret, that my mother had to work hard, do housework and work hard every day in order to survive, and had been worried about her "excellent daughter". With the light of the desk lamp, tears of disappointment splashed on the page. Tears seem to be a longing heart calling me, supporting me and inspiring me.

That night, I dreamed that my mother's favorite camellia bloomed in my grandmother's backyard. It was very big and looked very bright.

Now, after the rain clears, there are 1 rainbows and a camellia in life.

Now with the "faith" equipment, facing the rainy season in my heart after more than half a year. It was the night of 1, which moved me through the rainy and foggy season and washed away the long-standing heaviness and depression. It was the night of 1, which moved me to bathe in the sunshine and cross the ditch of my heart. I believe that the camellias will bloom more brilliantly in my heart after the rain.