The sky is still so clear, the water is still so clear, everything seems to be the same as usual. But for me, today is a special day because I,

"I've been admitted, hahaha!" Worthy of my efforts in the past few years, worthy of my hard work day and night, the mood of the exam is good,

"Today is a good day, everything you want can come true..." Needless to say, my unique way of celebrating alarmed the birds in the forest, and even the aunt who was taking a nap was also quarreled with me and scolded: "Whose rabbit cub is at noon, and let people not sleep well!" But I didn't listen to anything, I was still immersed in the joy of the exam, and I rode my bicycle and ran away as fast as I could.

The International Foreign Language Training School is my dream school, I want to be a translator, fluent in various Chinese, just to earn money and live a better life.

Ideals are always worth pursuing, and I believe I can. Life is always like this, you can always find its beautiful side and forget about sorrows and troubles.

I was in a good mood, but a gust of wind blew my exam admission slip to the ground, so I had to stop the car and pick it up.

At the same time, a teenager next to me, who was also riding a bicycle, stopped here, and I wondered if his family lived here, but he was just standing quietly.

"International foreign language training school? Tut. He looked at him with a look of contempt,

"Cut, what do you mean, look down on you?" I expressed my dissatisfaction, why did he discriminate against my ideals, he hated this kind of villain the most.

"Well, yes, rich people don't go to this kind of school." He seems to be very proud, isn't he rich, what's so remarkable.

"Well, rich man, I do smell the smell of 'rich' and sullen in you, or you don't have enough self-cultivation, read more books, young man, be careful of losing money!" He suddenly laughed,

"Self-cultivation? What age is it, aunt, it's enough to have my face, and money is my added value. "I'm wrong, I shouldn't have accosted this person, it's a waste of time, and it's a bit of a drain on my IQ.

I quickly got on my bike, took my notice, and drove to the other side of the avenue.

"It's just a pair of skins, what is there to be proud of, it's just boring!" And the bicycle boy felt confused, maybe it was because she was stubborn, which made the bicycle boy a little unacceptable.

After a forty-minute drive, I finally got home.