In September, under the scorching sun, I came to a new environment, and I also had another identity, a junior high school student, and before that, I was just a primary school student.

But I think that in fact, primary school students are also very good, our childhood is spent in elementary school, both joy and sorrow, crying and laughing.

Looking at this unfamiliar environment, I felt both happy and a little uneasy, as if I was going to leave here in the next moment.

When I first started school, I felt like ah! Six years is too long.

But in fact, when you go through this process, you will feel that these six years are really short, and you will leave before you finish what you like.

Sometimes things turn out

Important, important is the process, a process of chasing dreams.

At least in the end, you can say that although I didn't get a good result, I tried and did it bravely.

Compared to other people who live a life of inaction, this experience has never been regretted.

Open your mouth and shout to the sky, I don't regret it, I tried.

The head teacher first told us about his dormitory, and asked us to clean up quickly, and we will start military training in the afternoon.

As I looked at the unfamiliar faces, the uneasiness in my heart intensified, and my originally happy mood became complicated.

In the afternoon, under the sun, we started military training, and I felt very uncomfortable with the boring postures we learned.

Standing in a military posture, my head began to get dizzy, and I began to comfort myself as I looked at the unfamiliar surroundings around me.

It's okay, although you are very tired now, but this is where you will stay for the next three years, maybe everything is not satisfactory now, and you will slowly get familiar with it later.

At night

I walked into the dormitory building, took off my school-issued uniform, and changed into my own plain clothes, and at this moment, I felt a sense of peace of mind.

I lay quietly on the bed, my mind was full of thoughts, and my mind was blurry.

Listening to the strange words of others, I looked out the window, the bright moonlight shined through the glass and on my young face, I don't know why, I wanted to cry, tears were already rolling in my eyes.

That night, I didn't sleep very well, and I was awakened several times in the middle of the night, and each time I dreamed that my parents had left me.

The next day I didn't have any energy to train, just like a puppet, doing every movement mechanically.

Looking at the enthusiasm of the others, I felt a little sad that I couldn't fit into this new environment at all.

When others ask me about it, I just answer it.

Sometimes it's not life that gives up on us, it's that we give up on ourselves and don't want to do anything else.

In the past few days, I have not had the slightest appetite to eat, I am always hungry, probably just entered the new environment, I began to vomit inexplicably, diarrhea, dizziness.

At this moment, I felt my own insignificance, and in the eyes of my family, maybe I was their pride.

But outside, I'm just an ordinary person, I won't complain to others about my bad family background, why my parents are not capable, why they are not a rich man.

There are some things that we can't control, we can only go with the flow and start a new life.

At night.

I sat on the playground, looking at the sky, looking at the stars, and remembering when I was a child, my mother counted the stars with me and told me stories about the stars.

The old man said that every time a person leaves this world, there will be one more star in the sky, and he will look up to you in the sky to bless you.

Tonight, the sky is clear, I look at the stars in the sky, I think of my childhood friends, I think of sitting on the swing in the dark night, my mother sits beside me, telling me stories and singing.

"Yet".

There's no going back!

There's no going back!

The swing courtyard is dark at night, and the night is lonely and unforgiving.

I went back to my dorm room and lay on my bed, looking out the window, at the flickering lights, and my heart was filled with yearning.

I am like a bird in a cage, bound with wings, and I want to spread my wings and fly, but I can't think of opening my wings.

Everything we want to do has its own purpose, and everything we accomplish is a proof of our efforts.

Sleepless tonight, with you outside the window, quietly watching me, I can't take my eyes off and look at others.

It was another restless night, and I began to miss home and the loving smiles of my parents.

Maybe life at school is good, but he's never as good as his own home.

On campus, I saw too much sinisterity, the coldness of the "human heart".

This time, I started to get used to it, and at least I slept well this time, only being woken up once in the middle of the night.

On the third day, it was another ordinary day, I still learned those movements, looking at those faces, listening to those voices, I seemed to become accustomed to it.

Later, someone asked me and said, "What exactly have you been through, and I asked you how you feel like you are a person with a story." ”

I just smiled faintly: "Don't be funny, what story can I have, it's just an ordinary person." ”

Everything is a cover for hypocrisy, everything is a pale and feeble lie.

We are just passers-by in this world, who come to this world in a hurry with some "mission" and leave in a hurry.

Decades of time, and in the end, you will find that it is so short.