Bit by bit

That year, I came to Changde, it was very strange, in that year, I started to grow a lot of gray hair, whenever I looked in the mirror, I was really scared, just like the white-haired witch in the TV series, since then I have never had my hair down.

My heart is very heavy. The haze I experienced before has settled in my heart, and it will not disappear for a long time.I basically go back there once a month, and most of the time I don’t want to go back, although they try not to mention this or that thing, but not mentioning it doesn’t mean that those things didn’t happen.Mom would stab me with words from time to time, and Dad acted like I was a liability.

My Chinese teacher has many, many certificates of honor.The math teacher still treats me as air.The English teacher said a very temperamental old lady.The history teacher basically tells the latest gossip anecdotes every day.The political teacher is very good at telling cold jokes, and often says that we are people with stories.The geography teacher is the best teacher I met there. He is knowledgeable and straightforward. I feel that it is a kind of enjoyment to take his class.

There I also met many friends, Liu Xia, Huang Yao, Chen Qian, Zhou Lei and so on.I found that I gradually couldn't even remember the names of many people. I was a little afraid that these things would become all my memories as time went by.

One thing I will never forget this year is that one day at noon we still stood in the cafeteria to eat, and I basically stood or sat there every day.But one day someone called me and I went to another place.The luck is so good, the roof of the whole house collapsed that day, the place where I was standing was safe and sound, standing there to see the place where I usually eat collapsed, the students all reacted very quickly, as if In the scene of the movie "Death is Coming", the roof collapsed and the students ran. At that time, I thought, if I was there, I would have died and would have been injured. My reaction was so slow.From that day on, I felt that life is really fragile. Even if the whole world abandons me, I still have to love myself.

Every day, it is the dream in my heart that supports me to get up and continue to do things I don't like to do.The girl sitting in front of me is supported by RunningMan to the classroom every day. She has never been caught watching TV with mp5 in class. I don’t know if it’s her luck or her profound skills.

The strong sense of desolation this year is still with me. When I was resting, I was fascinated by Xin Yiwu's novels. I really liked her novels. I liked every one of them. I read some of my favorite places over and over again.My favorite is her "I'm Waiting for You in Memories". I like the character of the heroine. There are many times when I am very similar to her. Some things I don't want but I don't want to. No matter what, I still have self-esteem in the end. of.Watch her go from the happiness of love to the hatred of despair, and then to the final sadness.The happiness she wants is actually very small, but no one can believe her, especially the person she loves the most, no one believes her or understands her.Maybe I can understand the pain in her heart...

This year passed quickly like this, and the life in Changde was very peaceful and simple. I think I was actually happy this year.