From then on, I stopped writing 600 words. This question must be asked.

I am no longer willful. I have been the little emperor of my family since I was a child. My parents and grandparents are my courtiers. I went west, but they were afraid to go east. I pointed to the north, and they dared not say south. Every day they around me, delicious, fun, a call, clothes to reach out, food to mouth. Life is very pleasant! Gradually, I grew up. Because I live in a honeypot, I become more and more willful. When I see what I want, I must get it. My parents are worried about my bad habits, but no matter what I do, I can't cure them. It has stimulated me to cry and make a scene several times, making my home in a mess, so I have to come with me helplessly. The year before last, when my father was laid off, the family's financial resources suddenly decreased by more than half, and life became tight. How can I stand the poor days when I have been extravagant and don't know what money is, and I still don't know it? I cried and couldn't get rich people, so I had to endure it. It will be my birthday soon. Birthdays in previous years are always glamorous. I think this year's birthday must be delicious, choose a good gift. I never thought that on my birthday, my home was deserted and unprepared. My mother took me aside and explained to me hesitantly that something had happened this year, so let me put up with it first and make up for it next year. I didn't wait for her to finish, so I turned around and ran out of the house, thinking about something more important than my birthday. Hum, I obviously don't want me to live ... I ran and ran to a new residential area, but I was tired of running, so I found a chair to sit down and rest and look around. Not far away, there seems to be a resident who wants to decorate the house and is looking for someone to move materials upstairs, surrounded by a person. I was about to turn away when I heard a familiar voice-it was dad! I looked back and froze. I saw my father's short body, carrying a bag of cement. Under the pressure of dozens of kilograms, his body looks so thin. I suddenly understood why life became miserable, why I couldn't celebrate my birthday, why my mother said something, everything, just because-my father was laid off, and I ... tears of disappointment overflowed my eyes. I turned and ran home, bought a bottle of beer for my father, put away the bath water, and waited for my father to come back ... As night fell, my father dragged his tired body into the house with a small cake in his hand-he still remembered my birthday. That night, I still can't forget it. I told my father everything. Dad cried, too He touched my head and said I was sensible. That cupcake is not as delicious as I used to eat, but I still think it is the sweetest and most delicious cake I have ever eaten ... From that night on, I began to learn to do housework and buy food ... Everyone said that I looked like a different person. I know in my heart that if I hadn't seen my father that day, I wouldn't have become what I am now. I overcame bad habits such as willfulness and picky eaters. Young people who are not sensible have drifted away with the wind, and the immature fruits are gradually maturing. Headstrong, let me say goodbye to you!

From then on, I was no longer lonely.

Walking alone on the road, the street lamp pulled my shadow for a long time. A gust of wind blew and I shivered. Perhaps, my heart is colder. Holding a stack of books in my arms, my body is straight and I am walking alone.

"I don't know what this' friendship' will bring me. I won't be too hard on him, but if it is too fragile to stand the test of wind and rain and time, I have to choose to let nature take its course.

Although, this may make me the only person in the book who belongs to me. "

I closed my diary and sighed heavily. Raise your hand and look at your watch: 10. There are still eight hours to go back to that "busy" place. No matter how busy I am, I am the only one in my world.

Self-study early.

I stared at the book in a daze again. I know it's not good. I can't be in a daze. For me, every second is very important. But the feeling of fatigue left my brain blank. I really want to sit all the time, thinking nothing and doing nothing. "Alas ..." I shook my head and drove away the tempting idea. Suddenly, I saw my deskmate friend staring at me.

"Why?"

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" She looked at me, "Lan, what's wrong with you recently? Don't worry about anything, say it and we will solve it together. "

"It's really nothing. I don't understand. "

She was so angry that she stopped talking. Looking at her, I felt a burst of sadness in my heart. Yes, they don't understand, so why waste your breath begging for so-called understanding?

"Ha ha ha ha ~ ~ ~ Hu Li, Huang Wei said you ..." "Huang Wei, what did you say about me? Tell me honestly!

Keywords: Lonely from now on

""no, nothing. " "Hey Cheng Tao, how did you solve this problem?" "Prove the congruence of this triangle first, and then ..." ...

There is a lot of noise in the classroom. I sat in the corner, very lonely, and said a lot about destroying my last psychological defense line bit by bit. Accompanied by those harsh laughter, my tears finally poured out, which was a real sense of powerlessness and loneliness from the heart, biting loneliness.

My deskmate found my stirred shoulders and silent sobs. "Lan, what's the matter with you? Don't cry, what's the matter? " The surroundings gradually quieted down, and my friends didn't comfort me gently: "Lan, don't cry." . But these comforts seem so hypocritical and superficial to me. They don't understand why I am crying. How could they? A warm hand held me. It was Hang, my like-minded friend. The temperature coming from her palm made me feel at ease. After a while, a beautiful piece of paper was stuffed into my hand, and at the same time, the surrounding air became unobstructed. The airline knew that I needed to be quiet. This piece of paper reads:

Maybe we have really been rejected by your heart. We can't know you understand you, because we can't be exactly the same, and we can't have all your feelings and understand you. So, please forgive our ignorance and superficiality. But please believe that we really care about you and hope you can be happy, really happy.

Tears blurred my eyes again and everything became simple and clear. At this time, a classmate who has always had a weak relationship came over and patted me on the shoulder: "Lan, are you okay?" You are very strong. "Yes, it is impossible for everyone to know and understand me, but my difficulty is that they will help me and care about me in the most considerate way. I have so much kindness and care, how can I be lonely?

"Ding Lingling ~ ~ ~"

From then on, I was no longer depressed.

"This ... what the hell is going on ..." I looked at the shocking scores on the test paper feebly, just lying on my desk, losing a little spirit.

Fold up the corner with music score and open it again. I have repeated this action countless times, and it is still a red letter in white, and it is still a pitiful score. Alas ..... I have to sigh again.

As if to match my mood, the sky is so gloomy, thick clouds, like bright red music, as if they were all on my mind, making me breathless. I walked along the road with a straight face, crustily skin of head to the way home.

Unexpectedly, my mother didn't criticize me. She took the test paper and looked at the score, but she didn't make any noise. At the dinner table, the atmosphere was very depressing and scared me. I thought with trepidation, isn't that the peace before the storm? Nobody said a word. My mother seemed to be trying to control something. Finally, she sighed, took the test paper, explained it to me, and analyzed the reasons for the mistakes. My eyes are a little hot ... the next morning, I was awakened by the music, and the computer stereo was playing the song I was fascinated by recently? Someone's luggage:

"Turn right or left, what's the difference? Anyway, every unknown road has a future ... "

A failure is nothing, I firmly believe that I can try my best to take every step! I took a deep breath, stepped out of the house, looked up inadvertently, and a ray of sunshine brushed my cheek. So, I pulled up my mouth with a tiny arc until I stood up with a bright face. From that confident smile, I felt my great ambition to compete with the weather, like a key, which opened my heart.

I can't change the weather, but I can change my mood. From smiling, the sky will be clear. There is a faint touch in my heart, such as a clear sky after the wind and a clear sky. Raise your head firmly and stare at the road ahead of me.

Set out with a confident smile. The dream is ahead, and the road is at your feet. Because of this smile, I am no longer depressed. ...

There are three articles. Read it yourself.