I'll tell another composition of my third grade.

Everyone has a deja vu in his heart. She follows you every day, you can't feel her existence, but she protects you like a patron saint.

Deep down, I am a passionate person. Full of ideals. I want to turn the other me into the real me.

At school, I am a good student who abides by school rules and collective arrangements, but at home, I often do something out of line.

In the eyes of others, I am an innocent and lively person. A silly child who talks nonsense with a smile, but in the eyes of my parents, I am just a silly child who is not sensible.

In my eyes, I am an unlovable and annoying bad boy. I am often laughed at by my relatives because of my poor grades. I don't want to fail in the exam. Who doesn't want to be excellent? You only care about yourself. Do you know how much this hurts me? Give my young mind a heavy blow. In the eyes of grandparents, I am an outsider who should not be born in this family.

In the eyes of so many people, I learned that the other me is a child who is easily out of line, does not freeze to death, is unreasonable, dislikes and hates.

Is this another me? Then I'd better not. I would rather disappear in this world, so that you will never find me and try not to satisfy some people.

Don't think I can't live without you. The real me is a strong person who dares to think about setbacks. A person who declares war in difficulties.

The other me will live a better life. Without your blow. With encouragement, I will thrive, which you will never imagine.

Let my weak strength resist you.

The other me, it's time for you to explode. Let's go