Chapter Seventy-Eight: Countdown to 22 Days
5.18 Wednesday
At the end of school at noon, I was lying on the cement fence and looking at the students downstairs, when a junior high school classmate came down from the upper floor, so the two of them chatted together on the fence. The melancholy face had already said everything, and he was extremely bored in his heart at this time. He doesn't look at the college entrance examination as much as I do, that's why he's so sentimental. For the ending that cannot be changed, if you don't treat it with an optimistic attitude, you will be very painful. Maybe I think I'm decadent and degenerate, but at least I don't think I was in high school in vain. After enlightening it, I don't know if I can listen to it.
Believe in the words of the head teacher, since the ending has been decided and you can't change it, why should you be sad about it again? Don't get along with yourself, and live the last days of high school happily, at least in retrospect, it won't always be painful. Perhaps this is why so many students take time off. For those who don't like it, don't do it against their will, some people say that some people are right and some people are wrong, and it doesn't matter which is right or wrong.
After too many days of decadence, I still have to return to reality. In that case, why not do something that interests you? Take a look at the words that calm people's hearts, calm their hearts that are already as hot as summer, and enrich their hearts. Or take a look at the boring formula, why you are so disgusted, and you should also find out why. As long as you don't waste your time and make yourself full, you will feel that life is meaningful.
Lose the east, harvest the mulberry elm, who can say between the gains and losses. Gradually, I learned to keep a normal heart at all times, not to be happy or sad, to find the truest happiness in the ordinary, not to be entangled in too many desires, and then to be relaxed and to spend every day happily.
These days have been witnessing changes in the class, and the decline in numbers is nothing. The atmosphere of learning is not to be found, and there is no pressure before the college entrance examination when staying in the class. This may also be a good sign, at least the hearts of the students will not be depressed. All the helplessness will fade, all the unhappiness will pass, and you will no longer be excited or sad about the success of the college entrance examination, that's all.
Unconsciously, it hurts or itches, and the tears quietly flow away on an uncertain night. Listening to the songs quietly, healing the wounds with the sound of the piano, the shattering of dreams, and the sweat of struggle have all become a thing of the past. I quietly buried the path that once seemed like a flowing year, who still remembers that the eyes of a person's firm faith in that year still linger. Occasionally, I will forget.,A person stares quietly.,What you can't see through is the past.。。
Lonely and sad, one person listens to one person's Chopin piece alone. The past is a tribute to the original beauty. Cheerful, gloomy piano music, practiced quietly by one person, for the sake of the future past. The interweaving of low tides and peaks is the true beauty.
Collecting all the way, just for good memories. The journey is never just sad.