5.7 Saturday

I can't remember when the weekend became indistinguishable from other days.

Repeating this Monday to Friday, the only difference is that the weekend is replaced by exams.

In the afternoon, another weekly exam, the penultimate one. After this weekend, there are only two weekly exams. After graduation, I am afraid that there will never be such a tight exam again. Many things have passed unconsciously, just like this week's exam, I used to feel so tired after taking so many exams every month, but now after walking through it, I find that it is not as tired as I imagined.

It is true that everything will pass, and suffering and happiness will pass quietly.

I have told myself more than once that I want to live every day happily, and I try to do my best.

After I woke up from sleep, I let myself smile, which is good, I already like the smile. Really, when you wake up in the morning, breathe in the fresh air, wash your face, and smile, everything will be extra relaxed and you will be in a good mood.

Dealing with learning is already a natural and irreversible outcome, so let yourself treat it with a normal heart.

The tight thunderstorm should not disturb the pace of youth. Even if you are tired of the trivial things of life or study, you should face it with a smile and work hard to do it, so as not to let time rush and grow old. Most of the scenery along the way is the same, and you can only use your heart to discover the beauty that is maturing day by day, and the beautiful moment that has been ignored.

This event has come to an end, and the applause of flowers does not belong to me. Don't feel sorry for yourself, after the whole process, that is the highest and best glory. As I said, most of life is lonely, and everyone should learn to be their own audience, giving themselves encouragement and applause.

I found that the class had quietly changed a lot, and most of the people had become less busy. Or you are tired and have to hurry again after resting. After all, it's really close to the college entrance examination, after all, you are about to be able to harvest the fruits of your years of hard work, whose joy is whose sorrow, no regrets is a true teenager.

Singing all the way, just for the beauty of the saucer and breaking the cocoon. The sonorous footsteps, playing a magnificent youth dance music, the beauty in full view, the happiness of singing with you, the incomparable beauty.

This season's drumming has never stopped. The sycamore flowers that have been singing for a month have been gray and white by time; The red-dyed wind season flowers are wide red at the time point; The newly emerged leaves are filled with a thick green by time. The past is like a flowing year, the future is ethereal, should this moment sing our youth?

I am who I am, and I have not changed despite the traps of time. There are always memories of my youth in this world.