3.27 Sunday

It seems that all this is predestined, and there is no escape.

At noon, the test is comprehensive. Before the exam, I stood upstairs and looked down. The passing students shuttled endlessly, the five-colored clothes were intertwined, and the fragmented words made the nuclear garden full of life. How many more times will you see such a sight? A little bit of loss, after there is no more, I will suddenly wake up and regret it. Two and a half hours are fleeting, and I am afraid that there will be a lot of regrets left. The questions that will be done will be wrong because of carelessness, and those who will not will only increase sadness. This is the exam, the channel for people to appreciate success and failure.

In the afternoon, many people are bored with the English test. As soon as the hearing was finished, a few people had already begun to withdraw. And I persevered, even though my English was very poor. I hate the single choice of English the most, and what I think right is always miserable, and I want to tear up the test paper every time. It's all blind, and finally the answer is over. I was stunned to write the English essay, I didn't know any grammar or anything like that, so I wrote it all in Chinese English. After that, I packed up my tools and finally evacuated the exam room.

After the exam, I was even more bored, and many people chose to go to the Internet café at night to play all night, but I didn't have that leisure and elegance. Calm down and write alone. After writing for a while, I got tired and went out for a walk. When I arrived at the school gate, the artist who sold the words was still writing non-stop. He sold quite a few of them, and not only was he very good at calligraphy, but he was also able to speak good English. I was devastated.

When I returned to my residence, not long after I started writing, a classmate came and we talked together. After that, I picked one of my favorite songs from his phone and copied them. After he left, I put on the female version of "Single Love Song". I used to listen to boys sing very sadly, but now the female version is very soft, and there is less sadness. The voice is still very good, and the sentence "There are so many sad people, I should be brave" is very touching. Yes, there are many sad people in the world, even if I am, I should be brave, not bow to fate, and be a strong person.

That's it, it's not ready, the day is over. It's like lying in bed and just getting up and lying down, and the day is over in one bed. It's not the turn to be sentimental. The sky is full of stars, like a few scales in the spring water, shining, extremely lovely. The black twilight covered the earth, and everything was going on silently.

In the quiet night, the footsteps of time walking can be heard, and I am afraid that when I open my eyes, the black curtain will be gone. Black and white are endlessly entangled.