I run a scrap buy-back station, and a lot of scrap is collected every day. I prefer to rummage through it because there's always something new to be found.

Today I recovered a cart of books, and I found many journals in them. A relatively complete diary is "Silent Time, the Last 100 Days", which was sorted out and concluded to be 11 years ago. A complete record of the last 100 days of the college entrance examination. I hope it can give you some food for thought, what our hurried time has brought us.

Youth is beautiful, and so are memories.

Wild chrysanthemum (preface)

In the spring, I was bathed in the spring breeze and drizzle, without the disturbance of thunder, without the exposure of the sun, without the destruction of the wind, I had frolicked with bees and butterflies, danced with the wind, I lived in my own world. I found it all beautiful.

Slowly summer is coming, but for me, it seems like the end of the world.

The boredom of summer is the most unbearable for me, and I spend my time with numb joy all day long. The arrival of the night made me forget the essence of life, and I practiced the perseverance of life in the scorching sun every day.

In my frustration, I especially looked forward to the storm, but it was something I hated so much.

The rain was no longer cool, and the lapping on my body did not stir up the smell of mud, but it was extremely painful. Fortunately, there is also a hint of hot air, and I swagger in the hot air, which makes me different from the others. The red heat of the sun gave me a bright outfit, but I didn't pay attention to it, I just found it a little difficult.

It's the same for me day and night. But the difference is only in the silence of one and the noise of the other. In contrast, I still have a bit of a love for the night, and everything in the night is silent. As I admired the dark night sky alone, looking at the bright moonlight, I suddenly had some realization: the moon in the sun will never come out. This is probably the best for me, a wild chrysanthemum that grows low on the side of the road.

Night after night, I always had the same dream. I dreamed that one day at the Hundred Flowers Banquet, I would take the promise of the flower picker alone. But every time Li Yin opened lightly, it gently broke my dreams, and as a result, I became a little disgusted with Li Yin.

It's late summer, and the wildflowers around me are blooming beautifully. I know that only through struggle can I have the happiness of life, but I don't know how many bitter summers of life I have to go through before I can bloom.

How I wish it was sweat soaking my cheeks instead of tears when the sun embraced the earth again.

Monday, February 28

I really don't know what God is doing, when I wake up in the morning, the weather is heavy. When I came back at noon, there were suddenly grains of salt in the sky. I don't have any special feelings. While eating, it gradually snowed heavily, but fortunately I brought an umbrella. There is no difference between not bringing an umbrella in the snow and bringing one. When I entered the class, I had no intention of studying, I flipped through the textbook at random, I didn't see anything in my heart, I just looked forward to going to class earlier, and I looked back at the wordless clock hanging on the wall, and it was almost class!

The bell rings, it's good! Halfway through the class, the boy in the back row whispered: Good girl, it's time to get down! Taking advantage of the teacher's inattention, he wiped the glass with fog beads formed by the breathing of more than 60 people. At some point, Da Lone's attention shifted to the window. Lessons, some people listen, and there must be people who don't. Looking at the oversized snowflakes outside the window, I was a little depressed, this is God's intention to rectify people! In the past Year of the Tiger, there has not been a light snow since the beginning of winter until Chinese New Year's Eve! One or two sporadic light rains caused everyone to get early in the fields in the cold winter and the moon. Finally, after class, the bell rang, the teacher just withdrew, with a bang, one hand pulled, and the north window opened. The snow can be seen more clearly and looks more delicate. A few people were lying by the window and talking loudly about the snow. Outside the class, there were a lot of people watching the snow in the corridor, and everyone seemed happy and festive in the face of the long-lost heavy snow, excited or something.

Flying snow welcomes spring, and the bell arrives on time. All the well-trained students were knocked into the class one by one. The teacher focuses on the lecture, and I don't know how many of the students feel bored and only care about their own affairs, so it doesn't matter if the direction of your teacher's travel is contrary to our direction, maybe they have grown up and matured, and they can restrain their hearts. Several people stared at the goose feather snow outside the window, looked carefully, silently.

The bell came and went in a hurry, and after class, several people said that it was not too late for self-study today. (There is an unwritten rule in this school, and if you encounter a big snowstorm, you usually won't go to the evening self-study) as long as you go a little bigger. To be honest, even if you don't study on your own, where can you go in this bad weather?

God is very powerful, but under the strength, it seems that it will not be too late! Just wait for the old squad to retreat. After class again, I ran out to take a look, and it was quite spectacular. Being on the fourth floor is also considered high. Standing in the hallway, leaning against the railing, looking upstairs and downstairs at the brothers and sisters is happy, are we all the same? Throw the snow on the railing into small snowballs and throw them up the opposite corridor. Snowballs were constantly thrown up and down the building, and the ski poles of nearly 100 or so people were very beautiful.

Each floor has a teacher's dedicated office, and a few of us saw a big snowball in the old class, and the old class is big! Stand in front of the door of the teaching office and throw it to the fifth floor. Nearly ten meters wide, I didn't hit it! We laughed secretly, this old class is too inauthentic! It's for students to play! Several students in our class saw the old class throwing snow balls, and they also threw the old class. Several snow clusters flew towards the old class at the same time, but fortunately they reacted quickly and ran into the teaching office, sticking their heads out to look at us from time to time. A certain warrior (Ma Gang) in this class can be said to be chasing and fighting! It's definitely going to make the old class hang snow! Standing in the corridor opposite the writing teaching office, he threw a snowball hard, and sure enough, he lived up to expectations, hit the teaching office directly, and entered the interior, and the old class smiled. We're even happier, we haven't done this in a long time! It's not easy!!

It's class, and there's still one session to be out of school, so it's really not a shame that time is so fast. Before the end of class, the old class came, and when we came to speak, we all knew that we couldn't study at night, and we couldn't tell if we were happy or something else. Whatever! Don't miss out on a snowball fight.

It's really speechless, the teacher downstairs walked in the snow with an umbrella, how did he expect the building to fall snow in the teacher, the snow group intertwined and rushed to the unfortunate teacher, left and right flowers, about to enter the floor safely, a snow directly hit the teacher's heels. I think this teacher is so adamant that he should not impose our joy on the suffering of others, how much more is this our teacher?