Author: Liu Qingyang, Class 3 of the 2021 Class of the Western District of Chengdu Experimental Foreign Chinese School
Life is like a vast ocean, there is no wave of setbacks, how can it be surging. - Caption
I sat down at the table, relieved to look at a rainbow in the sky, and showed a long-lost smile.
Untangling the tangled chaos in the depths of memory, brushing aside the hazy mist of light veil, time is like a step backwards, back to two months ago.
In the silent classroom, even the sound of the pen tip "brushing" on the roll is particularly clear. I finished all the questions early, playing with the pen carelessly, and the clicking sound was like a date falling to the ground, which was particularly crisp. "This time the topic is really easy, there are more than half an hour left." I secretly snickered, looked out the window, and could not mention the slightest interest in inspection, and lo and behold, the sky was full of dark clouds.
In the afternoon, the examination papers are distributed. Listening to the complicated rain outside the window, I looked at the scarlet 122 points in disbelief, felt a tingle in my heart, looked at everyone's dazzling 140 points, I fell into the ice cellar, looked up, was the teacher's anxious eyes, I was more and more ashamed.
In the office, I sobbed and poured bitter water on my father, and the kind voice on the phone soothed my soul like a spring breeze. "Since the title of this volume is very simple, where did you make a mistake?" This is a lesson, and you will know what to do later. I hung up the phone and walked home, my legs as heavy as lead, my eyes raised, the fog was foggy, there was still rain between the brick cracks of the path, the trees were hunched over, the turquoise coat was faded, a cool breeze blew my nose, and the yellow grass bent over and huddled together, as if laughing at me.
I strode home, opened the door, and came with a warm and melting heat, I couldn't help but blush, my father greeted me with hot water, drinking, a warm current from the mouth to the heart, spreading throughout the body. When I came to the desk, Dad still did not change his gentleness, I was a little stunned, quietly staring at him, the atmosphere was warm. Dad leaned down and carefully analyzed with me, I was a little bored, rubbing my hair, forcing myself to endure the discomfort in my heart, patiently listening to the explanation, one minute, two minutes... Soon an hour passed, I went from the initial distraction, to the subsequent concentration, accompanied by countless sudden realizations, and at the end of the volume, I really felt my own growth. Dad rubbed his red hands and went out to roast the fire. I looked into the distance, the thin green mist floating on the glass, the smoke scattered, the sun and moon scattered, the southeast wind suddenly rose, the snow white curtains were like sails on the sea, full! I closed my eyes, felt the biting chill, an inexplicable thought burned in my heart, a month later, I came home, looked at the 131 point test paper in my hand, I had an epiphany - my life experience, there are you, there are me, at this age, wanton growth, thick and thin hair!
Since then, I no longer indulge in the vision of the future, no longer cling to the clouds of the past, only cautious of my footsteps, I want to cut through the thorns, step by step on the dirt, make deep footprints.
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