Entering junior high school, the original leisure time is instantly occupied by heavy schoolwork. In order to live up to the expectations of my parents, relatives and friends, I have to sit in the classroom honestly like other students, listen carefully to the class and do my homework, scratch my head because of an extremely difficult exercise, and grit my teeth and memorize words for the smooth passage of tomorrow's quiz. Stepping on the bell into the classroom, the boring and noisy days with my best friend gradually disappeared after class. People who know me say that I have changed and become a good boy. I succeeded in becoming a good boy in the eyes of my parents. I can't help asking myself in my heart, are you like others?
I'm just like everyone else. Study hard, get into a good university in the future, and work hard after graduation. The same pace quickly shuttles through busy streets and quiet alleys. Sleep until you wake up naturally on a rare weekend. Being busy socializing, I associate with my colleagues carefully. The same love and marriage, the same husband and son.
I am different from others. Have their own distinctive personality and have their own little dreams. Have unique preferences and special habits. It won't flash when submerged in the crowd, but people who know me can see where I am immediately. There is laziness and stubbornness in the bones that others can't learn.
Like others, or different from others, I will live in my own small world, unique and wonderful.