Painful teenagers

My family seldom let me go out at that time. In front of people, they may have a lot of inferiority and shame because of my existence. This inferiority and shame are like dark clouds in autumn. Of course, I also understand that as an elder, they are afraid that I will be bullied when I go out. At that time, I didn't know which was more important or heavier in their hearts. I hate it when my father compares me with my peers. It stung my budding heart, broke my yearning for the future and accumulated my hatred for the world. Because of it, my heart is extremely desolate, and everything in me can't thrive. This kind of injury has never been alleviated. For my shortcomings, my family at that time seemed to have no sense of shame, a little anxiety and worry, saying that I had become their daily chores. My mother probably apologizes more in this respect and seldom talks about me in this respect. My grandmother often teaches me a lesson, and my grandfather talks little. What a ridiculous thing, what a shameful act, and what an unfortunate experience for me.

In my mind, the first time I went out was to my uncle's house. He is my grandfather's nephew. I had a good time at their house, at least I wasn't bullied. Maybe my family doesn't trust me. Once I was playing with them under the eaves, and I looked up and saw my grandmother secretly watching me. When she found that I saw her, she left with a smile. Maybe she was relieved. This is probably the helpless compensation for my miserable childhood, and it is the initial price I paid because I am not as good as others, and love and hate may be born from it. I've never been further before. Once I went to their house to play. My aunt was alone that day. When she saw me, she told me that it was outrageous to come to my house at your age. Since then, I seldom go to her house to play, whether she intends to or not. I was not in primary school at that time.

When I grow up, I have been to places farther than his home, and I often play cards, hide-and-seek and skate with them. But I'm not afraid of jokes, but playing with the stove in winter has become my favorite. I often go to my family's familiar but never-before home to watch videos and even eat grilled fish and barbecue. At that time, my childhood was naive, carefree and charming.

When I was a child, the living conditions were not as good as they are now, so eating seats has become the yearning of children, because we can eat good things that we can't usually eat. Whether it's a wedding or a funeral, our children can take turns sitting several times. The first time in my memory was when my grandfather and brother died. But more people, especially people of the same age, are exposed to it, and more and more people find their own shortcomings. The most obvious thing is that they run much slower than others, or even can't run at all, and then they have no strength. At that time, I didn't know what caused this. Once an uncle got married, I couldn't even put on my pants, or someone else helped me put them on the floor. This left a deep imprint on my heart, which may be the beginning of my unwillingness to attend the wedding.

Once my father took my sister to play. He bought her instant noodles. I saw them when I came home. I asked you why you didn't buy it for me. He is in a hurry. He asked me how old you are and how to compare with your sister. Maybe he finally bought it for me under the interference of my grandparents, because it was a luxury at that time and I couldn't eat one or two packs a year. This may be just the beginning of different treatment.

My elder sister-in-law is closest to my home. My cousin is four years older than me and my cousin is two years older than me. My uncle often comes to my house to help. I remember the earliest time, my father was called by my uncle to Xinjiang to earn money. He used a mule cart to go home and dug a lot of soil for grandpa, helping him almost once a year. In my first memory, my family was engaged in farm work, or mules, horses, donkeys and cows. After my father came back from Xinjiang, he bought a walking tractor and spent more than 10 thousand. Then the other money seems to have built a house, and the money has been spent. At that time, there were five breeding companies at the beginning, but they all separated later. The first four companies worked together until the harvester is used now. After harvesting the fields, we all like to make a hole with wheat straw and then go to bed. These things no longer exist.

My father goes out to earn money every year, sometimes digging cordyceps, and sometimes building houses for Tibetans with my uncle. It took a little longer to build the house, but it was shorter than it is now. At that time, I knew that money was hard to come by, so I seldom asked for money. This is the first time I experienced the bitterness of life when I was young.

When I was a child, my aunt's house was still very difficult, but almost every time I went there, there was delicious food. It was the summer when my second aunt came to my house. Grandma and she took my cousin and me to my aunt's house. My aunt killed the chicken and stewed it. She also came to her neighbor's house that day. Aunt didn't let a group of children eat, but let us wait in the kitchen. Finally, they all left, leaving only two chicken legs. My aunt gave them to me and my cousin, while my cousin watched! Many years later, I talked to my cousin, and she said she forgot, but when I think about it, my heart hurts a lot. I said that their family was poor, too, what sad memories and strong family ties. Another time, my family and I went to pay a New Year call. My aunt didn't let me go when I left. I stayed about ten days. Those who want to eat four dishes every morning are also very uncomfortable to think about.

The little joy of childhood can't bury the endless ravines in my heart. The gloom in real life nourishes the sadness in my heart day after day, which fills my missing memory and my down-and-out heart. Love and hate are intertwined, showing my sad childhood. Although I seem to be a little warmer materially because of the care of my grandparents when I was a child, compared with my childhood playmates, I also have a lot of unnecessary distractions, and the misfortune of life begins.

As time goes by, I am old enough to go to school. My father sent me that morning. He took me to sign up and went home. On the way to school, he asked me if I was afraid. I smiled indifferently and remained silent. My father is also afraid that I will be bullied. I know he is not at ease. I can't remember the details of that morning. This is the first time I have seen so many people in the same place. Everyone on campus is talking and laughing, but I am even more afraid.

There is a two-story office building in the primary school, facing the school is the teacher's office, and the opposite is the village Committee office. There seem to be seven classrooms, one of which is a place to put coal. Horseback-shaped houses are really simple, with red tile roofs and leaking rain in summer. In winter, there will be a small stove next to the blackboard, with a coal brick every day. The iron gate is very strong, and the national flag is facing the school gate. A place inside the school gate is where we raise the national flag. There are lawns and gardens in front of the classroom. These flowers seem to be yellow roses. Anyway, we have red ones at home, and no one else knows. Behind our classroom is a big vegetable garden. I like to play there with my classmates in winter and autumn.

At that time, there were twenty people in our class, most of whom were boys, while most of my deskmates were girls. There are always six teachers in the school, and each teacher has a grade. During the six happy years, I got along well with my classmates. Only one boy bullied me occasionally, and it seemed that he was weak in the third grade. When I first entered primary school, I hardly had any troubles, but those homework were really annoying, especially Chinese homework.

My own shortcomings have finally been exposed in school. In a Chinese class in Grade Three, the teacher asked everyone to read the text in turn. The students finished reading fluently, but it was my turn to stutter. I cried and was very sad. The teacher came to my side and comforted me for a long time. The students were silent. I used to laugh with others when the teacher criticized the students, but I never laughed in class, and my inner ridicule was removed from me. From then on, I realized that if I couldn't do it, it would be so difficult. This is just the beginning. I am unhappy at home and at school.

It's Children's Day again. Everyone is marching, but I'm going the wrong way. The teacher called me out and taught me for a while. She saw that I really couldn't do it, so she told me if you wanted to go. If you want to go, I'll let you attend. It's okay. Finally, I told my teacher that I wouldn't go, so I wouldn't go to the sports meeting, and my inner satisfaction was completely eliminated. Another time I was doing radio gymnastics, and the teacher was behind me. She said I wouldn't do it, and I was scared, but the teacher didn't say anything about me at last. I was really scared at that time.

Six years of primary school career, let me fully realize that I am so inferior to others. The only consolation may be that I study better. It seems that every summer vacation from the second grade, the teacher took me and two other students to the town for exams, which may be the only confidence in my heart. Even though there are many rights and wrongs, six years of primary school is the happiest time in my life! At that time, I had a good relationship with my classmates. I often go to their home, and several kinds of fruits are my favorites. On the day when graduation photo was photographed, some of our little people seemed to have taken a picture. On the day of the senior high school entrance examination, the headmaster took us there and took the exam for two days. It rained during the days of the exam, but my heart was full of tears and blood. In this way, the tragic childhood ended in blood and tears.

After I graduated from primary school, I started school after playing at home for more than 50 days. I have to go to a new environment and face new faces. I was scared. On the morning of the report, I got up early, had breakfast and went to school alone. When I arrived at school and entered the school gate, I found that the blackboard nearest to the school gate had been divided into classes, and many people were struggling to find their own classes. But I don't yearn for the new environment, so when they leave, I will go there to see which class I am assigned to. When I silently walked into my new group, there were many people, many people, very noisy, and my heart was even more chaotic.

Not long after entering the classroom, the head teacher came to the classroom. She is a young female teacher. She introduced herself and arranged for everyone to clean up first. It took a long time to clean up all morning, and I'm still waiting to go home, because in primary school, I clean up in the morning and go home in the afternoon. However, I didn't expect to send a book in the afternoon and start class. There were still many unaccustomed to this model at that time. Primary school classmates and I have been * * * four people, there is a girl, it seems that the first deskmate in junior high school is her.

I still have a great influence on the teachers' faces, but I can't explain clearly the feeling of class. The most troublesome thing is English. I've never touched it before. I can't read the words, but they are all marked in Chinese. I can't do my homework So I give my steamed bread to those who come to English for a year or two and learn English well before they make it. Maybe they are hungry, too! But in the final exam, I ranked first among the boys with a score of 68, and all my classes entered the top ten, which was incredible.

I'm doing well in all my classes, and physical education class is in trouble again. In the first section, physical education class practiced turning around, but when the teacher taught me, I just couldn't, and my classmates found out. The students all laughed, and I bowed my head in an instant. The extremely heavy dark cloud of inferiority instantly covered all the sunshine in my heart. At that moment, I almost cried. Of course, the teacher didn't embarrass me either. I practiced for a while and then rested. Most freshmen ask me why you can't. I'm speechless. Maybe I was alienated from my primary school classmates because I thought I was too stupid. But at the end of that semester, I did really well in the exam. I ranked fifth in the whole grade. If I can do better in Chinese, I can enter the top three. Better grades may be the only happiness in middle school. That year, the head teacher bought notebooks for the top ten students in our class, and the school also gave notebooks to the top twenty students. In the future, the school will reward outstanding students every semester. Let me share.

The primary school students in the town are the largest in our class, and most of them are very naughty. Once I couldn't read the words on the blackboard clearly, so I went to have a look. Suddenly an asshole kicked me. When I looked back, it was from the town. At that time, I just entered school, I didn't know it yet, and I didn't have any conflict with him. Later, we had a conflict, only to know that he was as incompetent as me. Another time was in the summer, another guy in the town who was physically weak took the initiative to find me contradictory, and everyone pulled me away.

When I changed my seat in the second semester, I was separated from that primary school classmate and sat with a stocky girl. The time when I sat at the same table with her was my most painful time, but one of her primary school classmates got along well at that time, and I don't remember why. We had an argument, and I made her cry. You know, she is strong and I am weak, but I regret it now.

Since I entered junior high school, I have been to my aunt's house less often, but my aunt's care for me has never changed, and the couple's contribution to my family has never changed, and my feelings for my aunt have become deeper and deeper. I have thought about how to repay them in the future. Now it seems that this is just my wishful thinking, because my ability does not allow it. My sister-in-law village also has several classmates. One of them is a girl who knows my sister-in-law very well. At that time, she studied a little better than me. My sister-in-law told me many times to go to their house with her after school at night, and my cousin became familiar with three or four. My cousin told him about my trip to physical education class in the village, and he also asked me if it was so difficult. Although physical education class was a lot easier for me after that, it was only after I finished the first section of physical education class that I completely found myself stupid and fully understood how helpless it was to be laughed at. From then on, I hate those who speak ill of others behind their backs and sympathize with those who are weaker than me. There is a single grandmother in a village not far from my home, and my sympathy for her may have started at that time.

A few weeks later, trouble came again. The whole school has learned new broadcast gymnastics, so I won't do much. There is only one class for learning broadcast gymnastics, and every day is the last class, but I think the class of more than ten days is too long to wait until class is over. The head teacher kicked me and stayed by my side all day. I was so scared. I looked up slightly, and many eyes shot at me. Some people are laughing, others are talking about how that time passed, which is hard to imagine. I was so heavy when I walked home alone that I couldn't get any relief when I got home. After sleeping at night, I always learn broadcast gymnastics in my dreams. It's time to get up before I learn to play. This is the first time I have had this dream that scares me.

From the first day of junior high school, I began to prefer going to school alone to going home together. When I was in junior high school, I was completely alienated from my primary school classmates. This is my fault and theirs. Although many people in my class laugh at me, most of them are very kind to me, especially those with similar physical conditions. One of them, a man and a woman, was a gift to me during that time.

Later, under the ridicule of classmates, I was involved in the trend of falling in love. This is a very beautiful girl. From the beginning, I never dared to go to the front of their classroom except in the morning and evening. That girl is also very good at treating people. Once I went to make up lessons, she came in and sat directly in front of me, but obviously she had a better position. So my classmates started playing tricks on me. I remember that class vividly. Now that I think about it, it's really funny. I still don't understand how she heard her classmates' jokes.

By the second day of junior high school, the female teacher was transferred. When she came to the classroom for the last time, all her classmates expressed their disappointment to her with their passion, but I didn't feel that way about him. The head teacher of Grade Two and Grade One is a male teacher and a young man. He didn't apologize to me in broadcast gymnastics, and I am very grateful to him. In the second day of junior high school, the geography teacher seems to have changed, and I became the representative of geography class. The physics teacher is not good at Mandarin. He beat me in an exam, alas! The biology teacher has also been replaced by a female teacher. In the second day of junior high school, my grades are still good, and my Chinese is still the same. I can only take so many exams.

By the third day, we were divided into classes again. I don't know why, but I didn't know that the whole county was divided until high school. The new classroom looks cold and shabby because of the orientation problem. All the teachers have changed except the history teacher. It seems that the English teacher is here to teach. There are more primary school students after resettlement, which may be a comfort. Before long, I had to learn new broadcast gymnastics. I didn't take up other class time this time. It seems that they all go to physical education class and have several Chinese classes. Needless to say, I still can't. The teacher tortured me, but I still dreamed as usual at night. This is my second dream.

In the third grade, memory declines. I used to recite words, so I can recite them several times. Of course, this is relatively simple. But by the second semester of Grade Three, some words in the article were only readable. All the talents in learning have come to an end, and the advantages in chemistry have just sprouted, perhaps because of the beginning of learning. I seem to have done well in both mock exams, but I still did so well in English. At this time, the school started another teaching building.

Since the third grade, I have sent my grandmother something to eat from time to time, of course, steamed bread or something, and I felt sorry for her at that time.

Time flies, and that year passed quickly. I used to have the impulse to go to vocational schools, and I also had concerns about what to do if I failed to get into high school. In that kind of impulse and worry, the middle school entrance examination came. That morning, we waited in the village for the car we paid for. The weather was not very good, but it didn't rain. After sitting in the car, everyone was singing, but I was speechless. I know this is our last party, and I was very sad in those two mornings. I know that the dispersion of the old right and wrong means the arrival of new troubles, and with the growth of age, new troubles will be heavier than the old right and wrong. The entrance examination is far away, and it takes at least half an hour to drive. After getting off the bus, I didn't hear them stop singing, so my mood seemed a little better, because it was much quieter. The school for the exam is really big, with many teaching buildings. After the exam at noon, we were not allowed to go to a restaurant to eat, saying that we were afraid that if unclean diarrhea affected the exam, we would eat dry food next to a farmland. The three-day exam passed quickly, and how I did on my own is still a mystery.

When I get older, I understand a lot and my own shortcomings, so what I often wander in my mind is what I will do? what can I do? This series of problems that colleagues do not consider. After the senior high school entrance examination, I went home, but I was disappointed with my old school. My father asked me how the exam was, but I was afraid to give him a definite answer. I know he is also worried about not doing well in the exam. After the exam, I herd cattle every day, and I don't want to come back when I go out. It is an escape from all kinds of right and wrong.

Although I got good grades at that time, my heart was still beating on the morning of the results, and I was still afraid that I would not do well in the exam. After dinner, I went to my long-lost school alone. Although I have only been away for more than ten days, I feel separated for a long time. Many people are scrambling to read it, and the report card is posted on a dilapidated wall. I still waited for a long time, a long time, until they all dispersed, before I saw my achievements. But fortunately, that year, I did well in the exam, maybe it was a blessing from heaven, but I believe it was my own level. I still came home down and out. On the way home, I really lost that fear, but I was not happy at all, because I knew at that time that it might really change my fate for others, but for me, even if I worked hard in high school, I could not fill my congenital deficiency.

My family is very happy to see my grades, especially my grandfather. The next day, I went to fill in my volunteer. I filled in County No.1 Middle School, gave the paper as light as duckweed to the teacher, and then went home. In the evening, grandpa disappeared. I waited for him for a long time before he came home. I asked him where he had gone, but he said nothing. I asked and asked, and he finally spoke. He asked others if my grades could be admitted to No.1 Middle School. I stayed up late that night and thought a lot. My cousin did worse than me in the exam. I don't want to be with him, so I have some problems with him. So when I went to school the next day, I changed my wish and didn't discuss it with anyone. In fact, the head teacher also advised me not to fill in No.1 Middle School and go directly to Doba.

After filling in my volunteers, I continued to herd cattle. In the summer scenery, hot air always makes me more agitated, but the lovely cows seem to make me more peaceful. Grandpa doesn't know that I changed my wish. He has been waiting for the admission notice from No.1 Middle School, but he has never waited. There may be a lot of despair at that time. Finally, I got the admission notice, and my family were curious, but I didn't ask why it wasn't the admission notice from No.1 Middle School.

At the end of August, my mother sent me to school, carrying luggage and clothes and a lot of things. Sitting in the car, looking out of the window, the tree gradually left me, a little more melancholy. It was noisy in the car, but I was still quiet as usual. On that day, it was drizzling, and the hometown in autumn had added a bit of chill, but the helplessness in my heart was even more biting. I came to the middle school, handed in the admission notice, arranged the dormitory, my mother was going to my uncle's house, and I followed. This is my second visit to my uncle's house. But their indifference broke my enthusiasm for coming to the new school, so I went back to school in the afternoon. The school has three buildings in high school and a small shop. There seems to be only one building in the middle school, and the rest are living facilities.

From that night until the end of military training, we students watched movies together. The movie is wonderful, which I have never seen before. I sometimes laugh. The dormitory is a big classroom, and many freshmen are crowded together. It was noisy that night. They seem to be very happy, still talking and laughing late at night. Maybe they are glad that their lives will change soon because they have been admitted to high school. But I'm worried. What should I do if I know nothing about military training? I slept for a while that night with such worries and worries.

Military training began the next day, and students from several schools were separated. It turns out that that girl also came to that school. The coach is a young man. On the first day, he was really tired, but he was even more afraid. During the break, the instructor will chat with you, which is more fun. In a word, he is very kind. From the next day, we sat by and watched the military training with nonstandard movements. My military training is not so difficult, and the short military training is easy to end. This means that I am about to enter the learning state, that is to say, right and wrong are coming again.

After the military training, I went home first, and I felt very happy at that time, because this was the first time that I had been separated from my family and familiar environment for so long. After returning to school, I found myself being reassigned. When I went to the classroom, I was surprised to find that the girl was in the classroom again. Who can blame this? The head teacher is a strong man. After talking for a while, he began to arrange seats for us. I was awarded the first place because I was short, and my deskmate was also a short and beautiful girl. After a few days, the dormitory was redistributed. At that time, the dormitory was also very crowded. A few days later, he was transferred again. I like the chemistry teacher's class best, maybe my desire for chemistry has just sprouted! As for the PE teacher, I don't remember. Anyway, I was rarely embarrassed in physical education class in high school. There are also many students living on campus, one third. What surprised me most was that I met my English teacher in the third grade of high school, and I was a little more kind in bitterness.

In high school, there seems to be less right and wrong. What makes me helpless most is learning, and the most obvious thing is the decline of memory. Once my classmates and I went to the office to recite words, and it was my turn. The teacher asked me two or three questions in a row, but I couldn't recite any. I haven't recited a word in the whole high school, and my English score has been kept between 70 and 80, which has always been the case. Yes, I admit that every student who can get into high school is a genius academically, but my memory has indeed declined. This is no excuse. In the first year of high school, my grades in other courses were ok, and I could only get more than 30 points in math. A little higher in math can make it into the top ten. I wonder now, is this a sign that I will get sick in the future?

Accompanied by hurried study, boring life and simple environment, senior one is over. Senior one met many kind classmates, especially two female classmates. At that time, their help to me was unforgettable, but it doesn't matter whether they think of me after separation. And my two deskmates have brought me endless joy. The boy has a fat man who likes to bully me. He is the administrator of our resident students. It seems that I dropped out of school in the first semester of high school. However, at the end of the first year of high school, there was bad news again, as if it was the first time to disturb the new class. Everyone was talking about it when I heard the news. I'm also scared, because I'm leaving that familiar face again, and I've finally adapted to the environment. I don't know what to do to adapt to new things again.

Finally, the classes were re-divided. It seems that classes were divided on the first day of the summer vacation that year. For me, this is a temporary disaster. In the afternoon, we left our familiar faces to find our new environment. That night, when I walked into the classroom with a thin guy, I saw the fierce faces of the new head teacher and female teacher. When the teacher saw our grades, he seemed a little unhappy. That night, the teacher chatted with our resident students and left. There seems to be no one sitting behind me. I had three classes by myself.

The next day, the teacher arranged the seats. I'm not tall, and I'm sitting in the first row. Actually, I hate the first row. My deskmate and I are in the same town. She doesn't like talking very much. In my opinion, she looks down on me a little. In the evening, the girl behind me took the initiative to talk to me. She is a shy and introverted girl with eyes, at least at that time. One of them accompanied me for a year, and the other encouraged me for four or five years. I am very grateful to her, especially the introverted girl at that time.

Senior two, study is still average, chemistry is more prominent. The school year of Grade Two passed quickly, and I sat at the end of Grade Three. Some people look at me like this, but I don't think so. I don't blame the teacher. The serious female teacher is still good to me. At that time, I received a state grant, and I was one of them. I will always thank her. This kind female teacher is very serious.

In the third year of high school, my relationship with that girl's classmates gradually faded, but it was still good. Several other students are also very kind to me. The year of senior three passed quickly, and the summer rain in June sent me home with my so-called dream. At the moment of parting, I was full of disappointment. After all, it is three years. Grandpa's hesitation made me miss County No.1 Middle School, but I have no regrets, because I also gained a lot here. Besides, even if I entered County No.1 Middle School, who can guarantee that I can do well in the exam? This is my own choice, and I don't blame anyone.

The day before the college entrance examination is Dragon Boat Festival. My second aunt came to see her grandparents. That day, she took her toddler with her. She is chatting with her grandparents and asked me to see her children. I am bored to death. Doesn't she know that I have an exam tomorrow? The next morning, I will go to the examination room. When I wanted to get my watch, she told me that it was forbidden to bring my watch on TV, so I went home empty-handed! On the way that morning, I was a little nervous. I was so anxious. Sure enough, there is no clock in the examination room. Finally, the exam began. I answered the question with peace of mind and wrote well, but I don't know how much time is left. Finally, when I finished writing three or four lines, the speaker said there were still 20 minutes left, so it took me 20 minutes to finish what it usually took more than 40 minutes to finish that day. At that moment, I marveled at my speed, but I also knew what it meant. I've been thinking recently, what will happen to my grades if I bring a speedometer? I admit that my grades are poor, and I know I have no literary talent, but that was the first time I wrote such words, and that was the first time I wrote a composition without thinking.

After the Chinese, grandpa waited for me outside the examination room and asked me how I did in the exam. I didn't say anything. Next, I will continue the exam, but every time I enter the classroom, I will think of that composition and finish it in 20 minutes. In this way, the exam ended in this chaotic mood. Play at home after the exam and do some farm work occasionally.

Finally, the college entrance examination results came out. That year, I was 1 1, and my Chinese score was 82. That's when I collapsed. I chose several schools when I filled in my volunteers, and I plan to go. But grandpa, dad and cousin all advised me to repeat. It was firm at first, but then it wavered. I understand that if I don't obey their wishes, they will blame me in the future. They asked me to go to County No.1 Middle School, but I still went to Doba Middle School, a familiar place. That is, this autumn, single grandma passed away.

In September, I embarked on a journey of hard work. This time, my father sent me The face is no longer familiar, and right and wrong are coming again. My father didn't go home until I was completely settled down. So I continue to work hard, with the expectation of my family, with my own responsibility, for my conscience. Once, our former English teacher gave us a class. She stood by me for a long time, but I didn't even have the courage to look up at the teacher. After a while, the head teacher asked us to set our own goals, and I set them very low. But I was shocked when I saw the goals of other students. Of course, they have the quality, which I firmly believe.

The summer rain in June sent me out of school again. Soon I walked into the examination room of the college entrance examination. After the exam, grandpa came to pick me up again and again, but this time he didn't ask me about my grades, which was also a comfort to me. Soon the results came out again. I did better in this exam than last time. My family seems happy, but I'm not in the mood. So my family continued to let me go to my grandparents' home to report to school. I didn't want to, but I must follow them, or there will be a lot of complaints in the future. That night, my grandfather and I waited for him all night. He didn't come home until nearly 3 o'clock, and he was already drunk. But what is even more frightening is that he asked me to fill in Xi Jiaotong University. Why doesn't he let his children go to Xi Jiaotong University? Did I go to Xi Jiaotong University? So, I filled in the current university myself. I can get into the present university, which has nothing to do with him.

The waiting time is very long. In August, my father always yelled at me and asked me when the admission notice would come. I don't know. For more than half a month, I dare not stay at home. I'm afraid of conflict with my father. So I go out for a stroll after breakfast every day and go home at night. I dream almost every night. This is my third dream. Finally, when I woke up in the morning, I was already in the hospital. I stayed in the hospital for a few days and then went home. A few days later, my former deskmate sent me a message and the admission notice came. By the time I got home, my father had taken it back. In this way, the middle school era is completely over, but the admission notice I got in the past 15 can't erase the physical and mental harm caused by my bad illness. This is destiny.