The diary of a hundred days sprint contains rhetorical questions of parallelism and metaphor.

On a dark day, dark clouds are like wet cotton, as if water would be squeezed out with a gentle pinch, and the world would suddenly rain cats and dogs. Just like my mood, the dull weather drives my little universe, like overheated chocolate and boiled cocoa and caramel, which becomes bitter and astringent. It is on such a day that we have ushered in the annual 1-day swearing-in meeting. The same is true every year. At this moment, my gloomy mood is undoubtedly proportional to this "cake" weather.

plodding along with the feeling of going to the grave. I walked three steps at a time, and I came to the playground reluctantly. When I looked up and saw the sky without the slightest light, the gloomy mood was instantly frozen with a layer of frost. I feel that my small universe is about to collapse, but under the warning of the teacher's sharp eyes, I have to expand the memory of my small universe indefinitely. I had to observe a moment of silence in my heart and sincerely pray that this "soap opera" would end soon. But when I saw the serious eyes of the seniors in Grade Three, my prayers seemed to have gone bad.

The old lines, like the old movies, sounded slowly in my ears again, but my heart seemed to freeze when the seniors got off the playground. Serious eyes and tense atmosphere can't help but make me feel that the air around me is a little hot and dry. Finally, it's time for the seniors to take the oath. Although it was expected that this year's swearing-in meeting would be different from the past, I was shocked when they spoke. The shouts seem to be exhausted, and the vows are woven into inspiring DJ songs. They undoubtedly presented Ansai waist drum on the loess plateau to us again, which became a beautiful landscape of the whole school. Like the courage to die in the battlefield, they stirred up waves of ripples in the soul. At that moment, I saw the invisible wings behind them, with different colors from ordinary people. It was a ladder to the ideal, which was formed by the sweat of teachers, the hard work of seniors, the hard work of parents and the tears of infinite frustration after class. It was indestructible and unstoppable!

I don't know when, the gloom in my heart has quietly dissipated, showing a rainbow, next to the looming Eiffel Tower. I understand that it is destined to be my goal. At the end of the day, I don't know when this meaningful "soap opera" will end, but after hearing the vows of the seniors, my ears have been echoing the dream of making friends, and the rhythm of waltz is constantly flashing in front of my eyes. Some unknown factors have quietly sprouted in my heart, just waiting for the nourishment of the spring rain.