Jumping plane joke

Gradually, gradually, the wind blew away that naive fool, and seventeen years of wind and rain cast a fool!

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Before I was seven years old, I knew nothing. I only know how to walk barefoot in the streets. When I stepped on the stone, I sat on the ground with my feet in my arms and cried. Sometimes three or five friends jump rope together and always love to compete with each other. The last hand (guessing boxing) solved complicated things. When we jump off the plane together, we will throw the wrong hand at some point and we will cheat. Finally, I left the "plane" that I had painted for a long time and broke up in discord. Sometimes, hide in the grass to play "cooking", make cakes with sand, make "soup" with water and grass, weave flowers and wear them on your head to be a beautiful princess. Sometimes, some tadpoles will be caught in fish ponds and put in mud pits. When the sun came out, the water dried up, leaving only a few poor "bodies". Alas, a few more people were killed. Sometimes, a fool will adopt an abandoned kitten with a few friends, put it in a broken house, steal some rags from home as a quilt for the kitten, give it milk he doesn't want to drink and feed it ice cream, but the kitten always leaves quietly without our gratitude. How long has this made us feel guilty? Childhood fools are so simple, they are happy for a few days when they see a rainbow, they feel paradise when they see a golden rice field, and they are satisfied when they catch a few small goldfish. I always thought we were stepping on Chairman Mao underground.

Memories are beautiful, but you can only miss them. I went to primary school, very happy, carrying the schoolbag sent by my mother-in-law, and striding lightly towards my dream small campus. Go to school hand in hand. I still deeply remember the scene when my brother was waiting for me after school. ) Young and ignorant, I feel that the school is beautiful, but the more sad I am. However, there is one more interesting thing, and that is adventure. We often climb the inclined wall to satisfy our curiosity. I want to see what treasures are in the broken and old house. But every time I get caught, I get scolded. (Actually, we are still snickering. ) growing up, I have always been the one who was bullied. That time, I will never forget it. She is very savage. I didn't do anything, but she chased me. I ran back to the classroom in despair and hid under the seat. Like a frightened kitten, my body kept shaking. No one can stop her atrocities. Her eyes were so sharp that I was found. I grabbed my little arm with one hand, and my hand twisted badly. I begged her to let me go in a hoarse voice, but she was so heartless and held on tighter. I was in tears and forgot who saved me in the end. Guess who she is? )

From then on, I knew the evil in the world for the first time. But I'm still so weak, I can't learn from her savagery (but she also deserves it. Nine years later, she was bullied by others. I don't hate her. I just think she's pathetic and pathetic.

Gradually, my mother likes to compare me with others. She often says: Look at others, how well they did in the exam! Why not learn from others? I didn't say anything. The pressure made me silent. I obeyed my mother's wishes and buried myself in my studies. I spent most of my time studying. Life makes me no longer lively. But it makes me simple. Fame is just a name for me, but it is pride for my mother. Destined to be a good girl, I had to bury myself in my studies. This road has been smooth. However, we never know what will happen next. After graduating from primary school, I did worse in the exam than before. So what? I must follow my destiny.

The primary school passed quietly. I feel uneasy about going to No.1 Middle School or No.2 Middle School. Because I don't want to go to No.1 Middle School. Legend has it that one teaches bad people. (The same is true. If Ta didn't go to no.1 middle school, Ta got the increase of middle school instead of the bridge! Facing this shabby school, I asked myself: How can I survive for three years? When I was in the first grade, I met many friends who were not friends. A year, just spent in plain. In the second grade, I was so bored that I did exercises every day. If you don't do exercises and have nothing to do, your grades have been rising. But life is still so sad. It's good to get used to sad days. In the second semester, the teacher made a very wrong decision. Is to transfer a person in front of me and bully me all day. But no matter how hard and tired you are, Ta's jokes are the best medicine, and the company of someone is sweet. I gradually fell in love with laughter. Remove unhappiness and happiness will stay. When I was in the second grade, I heard all the gossip and got used to it. Also let me know that this world is not simple, this world is so complicated. I shouldn't look at the world so simply and treat all the people I don't hate as friends. In the second day of junior high school, I understood that not every smile is well-intentioned, and there are many little-known conspiracies hidden behind it. The third grade is very painful and happy! The pain of staying up late, studying, taking exams and training will make you happy just because someone says hello! I won't forget the fall in training. I lay on the ground, in tears, and no one came to help me. Who can understand the helplessness at that time? I tried to stand up, my hands were bleeding, my legs were bleeding, but the most painful thing was not these, but the sympathetic eyes of all people, and no one reached out to help me. From that moment on, I vowed to learn to be strong and help myself. I don't need your sympathy and charity. I was hurt that time, and I understood that the only person who can help myself is myself. Friends are just a hollow reputation.

Third grade, exhausted, exhausted. All the tears and sweat were in vain, and everything was in vain. In the senior high school entrance examination, I lost to Chinese and mathematics, and I was admitted to the bridge with a meager "advantage". In the summer of 20 10, I experienced a lot, and I understood the hardships of making money. The first time I wandered away from home, was bullied by the dumb for the first time, and took the bus for the first time (I don't know what it was called), I had a lot of sadness, tears, hardships and happiness. High school, more tired than grade three. I study 24 hours a day, 17 hours, my homework is piled higher than the mountain, and I want to sleep in four of my five classes in the morning. I have been reciting. The first time I got the prefix 5, I failed two of the eight courses and four of the prefix 6. I really feel very tired. How much longer can I hold on? I really think how good my home is. I have my favorite dishes when I go home every week. You don't need to eat wax gourd (eat wax gourd every day, it is becoming wax gourd). I don't need to eat hairy vegetables or breakfast that will hurt my stomach. You don't need to freeze water in cold weather ... In seventeen years, you have experienced a lot, met the right person in life, learned the taste of happiness, and learned that sadness is useless. You should face life with a smile. I also know that tears will not win others' sympathy, but will only attract others' jokes. I also know that you can't trust others, even good friends will betray themselves. I also know that I can't give up no matter how tired I am. I don't expect anything amazing. I just want to be admitted to an ideal university quietly. I don't want to be as stupid and tired as I was in grade three, and I ended up living in vain. Until I don't regret it, I still have to thank God for letting me get into the middle school instead of the middle school. If I had a choice, I would rather go to a vocational school. But it's impossible. Since I chose high school, I will definitely fulfill my college dream.

Although we choose different roads, we are all fighting for our dreams. I hope you don't give up, no matter how tired you are. Road, is to come out, this road is not suitable, we still have room to turn, if we give up, this road is finished. I'm tired, and my friends are leaving. I have no choice. what can I do? I can only accept sadly that you ignore me, and I still want to live. Whether you are sincere to me depends on you, and I can't change it. I don't want you to be hypocritical to me either. I'd rather not have such a friend. I know everything has changed. It's getting cold. I don't blame you, it's life.

I learned to face it cheerfully, and I will smile again when I am tired. I can do it. Because fools are gone, fools will solve everything.

A fool doesn't have nothing. She has no friends, but she still has family ties. She has a mother who talks back to her, a mother who peels chestnuts for her to eat and a father who peels persimmons for her. She can watch her parents flirt, and she laughs happily. She found a long-lost happiness.

Memories are beautiful, but fools no longer remember fools, because everything is over, sadness is over, and fools are no longer sad.

-P.S.