At the moment when the bell rings, you are like a boat, using your pointer as pulp and rowing the textbooks moored in the harbor. On the desk, problems piled up. Your gestures are lifelike, like a flying bird, waving a beautiful arc on the platform-the boat passes by, and there is no cloud floating in the sky, just like your bright heart.
Hope comes from disappointment, and rise begins with worry. As a poet said, people who feel hungry must digest well, people who feel anxious must be efficient, and people who feel crisis must make rapid progress. Don't wander under the tree, don't meditate in the rain, and don't cry in the dark. Look forward, don't look back, as long as you face it bravely and raise your head, you will find that the haze of scores is just a short rainy season. Looking ahead, there is still a bright day, and people will not feel confused.