When the new semester began,I still every day into the beautiful campus.The campus I already no longer unfamiliar,all around has become" behoove",never with curious eyes of it.
And then,when I first entered the school,is now completely different mood.
With a bag on her back a man walking slowly,with curious eyes looked at the strange environment,strange people.The campus of all,even if it is a small tree,and let me feel full of longing and hope.
In these strange people,my eyes in search of a familiar figure,and then began to think,in the new class,I was to meet new people and things?I would like best?
Just want to the east to wash,rough disturbing to the classroom.Looking at the students that strange faces,I was nervous.
Stiffly seated,watching people run to greet,I began to regret not to bring a book,then,is not like now so have nothing to do,like now,sit here.
Later,the teacher came in.Then to introduce each other.And then explain some things,their home.
In fact nothing special.I looked at my hands sweat Some self-mockery to.But I still feel a sense of relief sigh.
" Hey,guess what?" A student run over,interrupted my thoughts and feelings.He looked around,it's no longer with the fresh and fresh.
It was in this school the reason,because it is in everyone's eyes have an important position,or because of the clear clarifier of infinite yearning?
Near here before,the teacher just as we mentioned clarifier in mind,imagine it.Imagine that has clear pool school.Imagine me in the school.
In a myriad of imagination,I test this school.
But it has a little and I imagine what like?To say is good is bad,I don't like it with the idea of" county" the comparison between them,because no comparison.In the eyes of the school is only a hazy,almost no specific contour,and how to compare?
I don't understand,why always abrupt remember these?Don't enter this school after I have only to recall pity?Maybe I just miss the previous campus,former partners.The present day,I also have my own views.
First,I will define it as " mature,grow up".
Because,since I came first,has someone said to me:" have you on the first day,the grown up,also want to understand." I never is nodded.
Perhaps in the adult eye,I is an obedient and well-behaved.But I know not,in my life,also have their own ideas,their logic,also known as " Treason".But I can only hide it,because I saw that the so-called" bad boy",when he saw the grown-ups that locked brow,I don't want to be treated like that.So,can only hide.
In this half of the day life,I like " grown up" many,not only of directors help parents share the life of agony,but I have more of their own perceptions,thoughts.
First,I will define it as " busy".
Because,since I came to the first,was not as much time as before to think" at sixes and sevens".Always busy for the examination work,busy,but also for some trivial,but had to be busy.
Although the" busy",but" happy".I know,I wouldn't have been busy,because I have a" break ",there are very few" have nothing to do" when.
In such a" busy",I know I can not be lazy,but I do not.Even if the" even steal a lazy,will not follow",I still take a breath,in nervously consolation:" all of a sudden,all of a sudden."
First,I will define it as "".
Because,since I have day,my mood is unable to use" be light of heart from care" to describe it.
A little bit of free time,don't" distressed" take away.
His idea is not understood by others and distressed,for his score is not the first class of distress,for their own contradictions.
I never admit,also do not want to admit that he has" the generation gap between parents and",I think that it is the lack of communication produces anything,but my mother and father are not lack of communication,our mutual understanding,mutual tolerance "friends",at least I think so.
So,when mom and dad frowned and said I wasn't good enough,I always nose sour,but fought back tears and don't let it out.To be strong!-- it is my mama said to me.I then stiff neck sitting at the desk,plagued by his lack of excellent,plagued by why do I always let parents worry about.
First,I will define it as " sweet".
Because,since I have one,I have more good friends,they all seemed to be a" I",a different from me" I"; they and not" i".Because of their personality and I like,but be totally different ideas.
Everyone into a collective,happy to share share,trouble.This life is always sweet,no matter how many unhappy things,also is sweet.
Along the way,his mind a mess,the mood also mess.
Turn around,walk into the classroom.
We have in school.
Morning,is a new start,I would look forward to everyday life,although it is also sometimes make people feel helpless,but happiness is always unknown.
Take a deep breath,sitting in the classroom,and began to read.
Started my first life.