Dry your tears.

Rough page, close it. It's time to close my mind, I said to myself with my lips pressed. -inscription

I cry too easily. Touching sentences always win my tears. I tried to harden my heart, but there was nothing I could do. I will still cry, even if I hum a song, my eyes will be inexplicably moist. Looking at the sky, I dried my tears. In the new year, I won't let myself be "sad" again. I will bury all my tenderness, all my hypocrisy and crying myself.

In the summer afternoon, I sat lazily in my grandmother's rocking chair, and the sun passed through my fingers, leaving a mottled and broken shadow on my cheeks. Don't be deceived by my good mood, but I'm lazy. I'm too lazy to walk and read. I just want to lie in the sunshine of Doby. This shortcoming makes me miserable enough. I can't get up at school and I am scolded by my parents. Alas, I broke my nails in depression, sighed faintly and reflected on my laziness. Yes, how many good teenagers have worked hard in ancient and modern times, and I just pray that my studies will fly in and I will succeed? It's time for me to change and let my brain cells work!

To tell you the truth, I really have some regrets. Books at home can pile up into a sea, all of which are my whispers. My mother is always cheated by my sincere promise, but every night, I always chew every word in the quilt with a flashlight. I stubbornly believe that they are full of words and can improve my composition. In fact, this is just a reason I found for myself. Not only did my composition level not improve, but it also made my relationship with my mother stiff. Even more frightening, I broke my once touching eyes. For my eyes and myself, I will lock up a cupboard full of fine print and study those abstruse "Mystery Man Literature" and "A Brief History of Everything".

A person's journey is about to begin. I packed my luggage, dried my tears, buried all my disappointments and set sail!