At the corner, the lights are shining.

In the crowd on the street, lights are flickering; Wind chimes on the windowsill, the wind blows out the beauty of music; Walking around the corner, the shadow lit the lamp for me, which made me no longer helpless on the road of chasing my dreams; At this time, the wind brings inspiring bells.

When I first entered the school, I listened to the teacher and formed a group with three boys. Of course, I was not only helpless, but also a little sad. Which girl wants to team up with a group of boys whose brain cells are addicted to games! However, for a period of time, I found that they also have their loveliness. At that time, I felt from the bottom of my heart that I was really a lucky guy and I was always thanking my teacher. Being with three boys, my personality is changing, and even my mother says I am free and easy.

But all this was completely repaired in the first few weeks. I can't take it anymore. They spend time discussing problems and games in class. Even if I am a dormant volcano, it will always erupt. I made up my mind that my teacher and I would report their "bad deeds" and ask the teacher to change my seat.

A few days later, the four of us were called to the office, but the teacher decided to sit in the original seats. My teacher and I asked me to change my seat again. The teacher told me, "If I change my seat for you, other classmates will think it's because of the three of them. What will they think?" Sit down for a while and see what happens in the future! "

Although there are some regrets in my heart, think about it. If I were them, I would feel bad in my heart, let alone being a boy. Looking back on what the teacher said during this time, I think this conversation has benefited a lot. Because I understand that when I do anything, I have to put myself in the other person's shoes. I often think that if I were him (her), I would secretly thank my teacher for letting me learn to look at things from the perspective of others in this way and grow up unconsciously.

Although the seat has changed, the conversation will not be hidden in the corner, forgotten, turned into sand and fly freely in the wind because I changed my environment.

The first corner of my life is the second day of junior high school. Walking through the street corner, I heard the encouragement of wind chimes, saw the lights that lit up my dream-chasing road, and saw the radiant figure.