Psychic Diary

Spiritual Diary (selected 14 articles)

One day has passed quickly. I believe everyone has gained a lot from this day. At this time, how can the most important diary be left behind? . But how can you write a good diary? Below is the spiritual diary I compiled (selected 14 articles), for reference only, let’s take a look together!

Spiritual Diary Chapter 1

In the winter of this year, the north wind howled and the wind was strong. Grandpa urged me to go out for a morning run. I looked at the weather outside and was reluctant to crawl out of bed to go for a run, but Grandpa still didn't bother me at all. I saw my grandpa's expression and reluctantly crawled out of bed to go for a morning run.

When I arrived at the street entrance, I saw a cleaner sweeping the garbage on the street. The garbage truck behind her was already full of garbage. It seemed that several streets had been swept. At this time, a little girl came over and said to him: "Auntie, you have worked too hard, please take a rest!" The aunt said to the little girl: "Cleaning is the aunt's responsibility." The little girl's mother said: " Just take a rest!" The cleaner said, "No! There are still several streets left to clean! We really can't waste time." Seeing that the aunt refused to take a rest, the little girl and her mother left.

Auntie worked for a while longer, and I went over and bought her a bottle of water. But the aunt refused to drink it no matter what! I had no choice but to put the water next to my aunt and go home.

Another day, there was thick ice on the street. Auntie took a shovel and shoveled the thick ice hard. Although the ice cubes shoveled hit her face, she was still There was no reaction at all until the snow was shoveled.

This aunt serves us hard and without any complaints. She works from dawn to dusk without any complaints. What a conscientious cleaner! Her beautiful heart makes Auntie more beautiful and kind. Spiritual Diary Part 2

Flowers bloom and fall, changing all year round. In the blink of an eye, it has been sixteen years since I came to him. In the past sixteen years, I don’t know how much he has paid for me, but I know that I owe him so much.

Perhaps because there are many daughters in the family, there has been a deep generation gap between me and him since I was a child. In my opinion, he seems to be indifferent and patriarchal. Therefore, I didn't have deep feelings for him until something happened later that completely changed my view of him.

I once heard my mother say that when he was young, he was very talented in literature and liked to read and write articles. It was a late autumn night. I came to his study inadvertently and saw a thick notebook on the table. The password was not locked. After some hesitation, out of curiosity, I opened the diary. . The content of the diary was beyond my imagination. It clearly described the births of my sisters and me and the "interesting things" in our respective growths. "Today is June 17, 1999. I have another child. Just like before, it is still a daughter. I don't care about boys and girls, they are the most precious gifts God gave me...", "Looking at the little My daughter is growing up day by day, and I am extremely happy. I hope she can grow up healthy and happy...", "My little daughter has grown up, but the generation gap between me and her is deepening day by day. Maybe it is because of us. The age difference between her is too big... A few days ago, because of a quarrel, I slapped her for the first time, and I regretted it..." As I read these diaries, I felt an unprecedented touch in my heart. I had never noticed that This is my position in his heart. At this time, recalling the time when I quarreled with him because of my willfulness, I said something that I will always regret: "Have you ever been nice to me?" He slapped me at that time, and I hated him from the bottom of my heart. I haven’t talked to him for a long time...

A seemingly ordinary diary, but it deeply touched my heart. It turns out that it’s not that he favors boys over girls, nor does he not love me, it’s just that after years of suffering, he doesn’t know how to show love in action.

“Mother’s love is like water, father’s love is like mountains.

"From then on, I learned to understand him and a person who had been ignored by me for many years - my father, my respectable and amiable father! Spiritual Diary Chapter 3

How long has it been since I kept a diary? Maybe I just I can calculate it from the year, month and day of the previous article.

Life is so confusing that it is unforgettable to love and frightening to hate.

I say this.

I am old and doing nothing, and no one has any patience with me. Suspicion, violence, scolding, ridicule, ridicule, sarcasm, contempt, all kinds of things... Pandora's box has been opened in other people's hearts for me... I was an alien in their hearts who was not protected by the gods. Facing those cold-frozen eyes, I snorted loudly. I began to wonder how long I could persist in my persistence and pursuit of beauty.

For a lifetime?

Stay silent, time will tell me.

Time is the truth, I have always said so. Every decision cannot be questioned or changed. Anyone and anything are so small and humble in front of her, and they will only look pale and helpless.

But I hide in the closed room. The space tried to steal the beauty of the years, but on a certain morning when I was inexplicably absent-minded, in an inadvertent trance, I realized that not only did I not steal the beauty of the years, but I was stolen by the years, and he only left me. Loneliness without beginning or end, without beginning or end.

My dream entered a boundless field of red flowers, but I soon discovered that this beauty and happiness did not include the share I expected. Touched, beauty turned into glitz, happiness turned into boredom, which made me not want to go deep into it rashly, but I couldn't find the way back.

I cursed...begged...like a person lost in the desert. People are waiting for a stream of tears that can drown me.

But maybe the years like my words, so she will give me a gift every day to tease my literati feelings, that is, dusk. In the dim light of the night, like a graceful woman walking into my eyes with her graceful figure turning around, like an ethereal melody trickling into my heart, the moment I stayed in it transcended me. My soul has allowed me to get rid of all the temptations in the world.

I have tried to associate with darkness, a rocking chair, a candle, a cup of Pu'er tea, a piece of Sala music, and a stick. With Loveme ignited, my relationship with Mingse began... In the space between the two of us, she gave me indescribable happiness.

At least, at this moment, she was the one I knew. A lifelong lover will respect a lifetime confidant.

At least, the evening breeze will carry my soul to kiss her pale pink and purple face.

Every evening when I go on an appointment, you are always so beautiful with no makeup on. How much I want to tell you: Please stay and let me take another look at you...take another look...do you know that even the case? The dim yellow candlelight on the stage is also lazily imitating your beauty, blurring your own beauty, and turning it into a sickly and sad look.

There is nothing more beautiful than you, and it can make my heart sway more, making me not want to curl up my eyes, no longer want to review the joys and sorrows of lovers in the world, no longer want to open my heart to accept this wife. Live a hazy world. There is no materialistic desire for wine, candles, and dimples, and there is no sadness when lamenting the desolation of the world. And I will forget those days and nights that made me live a lot of sins, and I will forget the various men and women who accompanied me in my wasted years.

As long as I have you.

Even if my future is just wandering, wandering around the romantic fields, singing, playing the flute, and earning a few copper coins a day, that’s fine, without the glitz of carved beams, without the vulgarity of wine and meat.

As long as I have you.

I am fearless in heaven and earth.

But what is the softness and weakness that graces my face at this moment? Being so cold is the touch I fear the most.

Crying?

Time has taught me that tears are hot and can scald a lover’s heart.

Is your heart hurting?

The sky is wet and seems to be weeping, just like singing your almost silent plain song. Spiritual Diary Chapter 4

My teacher is tall, thin, amiable, and kind to others. Her name is Teacher Lu Qingyan. She has a great influence and support on my study and all aspects. .

I remember one time, the class held a major exam. After the exam results were released, I set the lowest score in the history of Guinness World Records - 73 points. This made me regretful and tears welled up in my eyes. At this time, the teacher came to my side and said to me gently: "Don't be sad, you have to learn the lessons of this exam, and you see that all your mistakes are... You must overcome this stumbling block - sloppiness in questions that shouldn't be wrong, so that your grades can be improved and you can get good grades." I kept the teacher's words in mind, and finally, my grades continued to rise. From this point of view, the teacher’s words are the guiding light of my life.

My teacher is not only kind to others but also chatting and laughing.

During class, the teacher was very strict with us. If anyone made a mistake, she would point it out decisively and criticize you so that you could correct your mistake. However, after class, she would happily communicate with you and teach you in a friendly manner. What you don't understand may give you an unforgettable lesson that will help you reach a higher level.

When I say goodbye to Xiaoshengchu, I really can’t bear to leave you. I will never forget you. Every year on your special day, I will bring a blessing to visit you, so that you can feel my fiery heart. !

Teacher, thank you! Spiritual Diary Chapter 5

"Growth" is a happy child. He has a dark shadow named "Trouble". Growth and troubles are always "inseparable". So people call them "growing pains."

Growing pains accompany each of us. I was very naughty when I was a child and didn't like studying at all, so every time I took an exam, I was always sweating profusely during the exam (I couldn't do these questions); after the exam, I was always sweating profusely. Nervous breakdown (fear of getting grades, worry and too much nervousness); fear of death after getting grades (your family will drown you in spit when you get home, so it’s better to just end it).

However, despite saying this, "growing pains" sometimes seem to us now to be a kind of fun, and sometimes when we look back and think about it, some things really don't matter. There was such an incident: Once, I forgot to bring a signed slip, and the class teacher was in a hurry to collect it, which made me anxious to death. I really didn’t know what to do at that time, but later I had no choice but to I had no choice but to go to the head teacher, only to be scolded, and then figure out my own solution.

Such a small thing seems very simple to those adults and there is nothing to be anxious about, but from our standpoint, this is the sky falling.

There are many, many more examples like this, which can help us continue to grow and help us understand what is wrong with this kind of thing in society. This is called "growing pains." Spiritual Diary Chapter 6

A glimmer of light appeared in the east, and the sun came out. I quickly prepared what I needed for school and came to school with great joy.

When I saw the teachers at school, I thought they were so amiable. When I came to the command podium and looked at the rising five-nature red flag, I thought, what a glorious thing it is to be a Young Pioneer! I must study hard and make my teachers and parents proud of me! I will definitely do everything well! When I walked into the teaching building and heard the loud sounds of reading in each class, I felt what a wonderful thing it was to go to school. When I walked into the class and saw the cute faces of each student, I suddenly understood that friendship is the most important thing. important. The exercises started. The students lined up neatly and did every movement seriously. We must exercise more so that our bodies will become healthier and healthier.

The bell rang for the first period and the teacher walked in. The teacher's lectures were eloquent and the students stared at the blackboard attentively.

I think going to school is the happiest thing.

School is over, and the students quickly packed their schoolbags and lined up. The students saw their parents and told them interesting things at school.

I think this is also the happiest time of the day. Spiritual Diary Chapter 7

Weather on September 2: Cloudy

Today, I was stained by that guy. He dismissed me and put me back.

Weather on September 28: Thunderstorm

The cracks in my soul are constantly spreading, but in a few days I will be hung out. This is the only day of success that I get out of the year. Faced with the prospect of desecrating the dignity of the motherland, I had no choice but to bow my head.

Weather on September 29: Rain

One of that guy’s employees found me, and of course, there was the stain that made me feel extremely inferior. He cowardly told the guy He said, "Boss, that national flag..." "Shut up! Do you want to be patriotic or work?" He blushed and lowered his head. Alas, pathetic, a cowardly guy.

The weather on September 23: cloudy to sunny

In the afternoon, I was ready to accept the torture of Pandora's box - being hung in front of the door. Yes, my skin is bright red, with five bright yellow stars, and a veritable flag of the People's Republic of China, but there is an extra stain.

An old uncle who was over sixty years old stood at the door and stared at him for a long time. Wandering at the door was an old man in simple clothes. His face had already been baptized by the hard times. He was probably Hesitating about whether to walk through that luxurious door. Finally, he strode in with rapid strides.

Half an hour later, I heard the guy shouting: "Old man, the flag belongs to me. I'm trying to make peace with you. How dare you come to make trouble." The old man frowned and withdrew helplessly. His eyes stared. I found the sincere heart of patriotism in those pool-like eyes. He stretched out his cracked hands like clay and touched the stain, and I felt endless warmth.

The two girls came over, lamenting continuously. Finally, they took out a white handkerchief and soaked some water in it, and started to rub it on the stain. I felt that the wet liquid was not water, but full of water. Tears of patriotic sentiment “Get out! quick! "After a while of shouting, the cowardly man came out slowly. Pretending to be kind, he said, "Let's go! Go quickly! ""No! No! "The girls shouted in unison. "Let's go! "He shouted. The girls left with anger.

When a mother and her son walked by, the mother pulled the child and walked quickly. After a while, they came back, and the mother smiled and said A spray was sprayed on the gray stain, but just a few seconds later, the guy yelled: "How dare you do bad things in front of me. The woman's face was red and shy, and she dragged herself away.

The stars peered at me from the night sky, and I was held back by a pair of hands.

The weather on October 1st: Sunny

The old man, the two girls and the mother and son walked towards me at the same time early in the morning. I smiled, and so did they. . I sincerely thank that poor child who loves everything about the land of China. To the world, I am nothing but dust, but in the hearts of those patriotic people, I am so important. Spiritual Diary Chapter 8

After graduating from college, through my own efforts, I found a relatively satisfactory job. I felt a lot more at ease because I had truly entered the society.

Working days are busy. I go out in the morning and come home at night, but I still feel a little tired. But when I really stepped into the door of the house, all the fatigue seemed to disappear, and I became much more energetic, because a breath called home infected me, warmed me, and gave me a sense of fulfillment in my heart. An extra sense of satisfaction.

I took off my coat, washed my hands, and sat at the dining table. My mother had already placed the hot meal in front of me. My father handed me a cup of hot water and said, "Don't be in a hurry to eat. Come, drink a cup of hot water first to warm your stomach before eating." I took the water and drank it slowly.

During the meal, my parents kept putting vegetables into my bowl. I said enough, you guys should eat too, and don’t just put vegetables in my bowl. But my mother shook her head and said: Your father and I You've all eaten, so hurry up and eat. Looking at the concerned eyes of my parents, I suddenly thought in my heart: When my parents were young, my grandparents cared about them like this.

After finishing the meal, I helped my parents put away the dishes. I walked into the bedroom alone and looked at the quiet moonlight outside the window. My heart was filled with infinite emotion: I have grown up since I was born. For twenty-two years, my parents have never stopped worrying about my situation. They tried every means to send me to school so that I could learn knowledge, conduct myself, and learn principles. Whatever requirements I have, as long as they can do it, they will do their best to satisfy me. I dare not imagine that without the careful care and training of my parents, I might have become a gangster, a hooligan and the like in society. Therefore, I want to cherish the days with them even more, because they are the most important people in my life, and nothing can compare with this emotion.

In the early hours of the morning, I quietly came to my parents, took off the quilt and covered them. Looking at my parents sleeping soundly, my heart feels warm and hot.

Finally Sunday is here, this is the only rest. I got up early and accompanied my parents to the nearby Qingcheng Park to exercise. After exercising, I went with them to the morning market at the south gate of the park to buy groceries. When we got home, it was almost ten o'clock, and my parents had to start preparing lunch again. Of course, I would not be idle and started to pick up the cloth and pack up the house. , I wiped every piece of furniture carefully, and then I realized how difficult it was for my mother to do it. After cleaning up, I started washing clothes again. When I washed clothes, I usually washed my father’s clothes in one go. , this is a habit I developed in high school. After washing the clothes, I started to wipe the floor with a cloth again. Half an hour later, I finished the work and sweated a lot. However, I felt very excited and felt the taste of life.

Walking into the kitchen and seeing my parents busy, I wanted to step forward to help, but my father wouldn’t let me intervene, so I had to watch from the side, washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, and then cooking. It turns out that the meals we are accustomed to require so many processes, but we usually don't really realize this. We are often like this, always treating the meals served by our parents as a habit, thinking that this is how they should treat us. , I didn’t expect the hard work and sweat behind the meals. This is our ignorance and our immaturity!

Now, I understand more or less the hardships of my parents. Don’t they just hope that the people in this family can live a safe and healthy life through their lifelong hard work? Isn't it just that you want your children to be around you more? It turns out that the meaning of life is so simple, but I have forgotten this simplicity and have to go down a complicated road. Think about it, how ignorant I am!

Therefore, from now on, I would like to be a person who knows how to cherish emotions, let all impetuousness and noise stop, use a quiet heart to protect this true love, and love my relatives well. ! Spiritual Diary Chapter 9

The unforgettable summer vacation passed quietly without knowing it, and I returned to the familiar campus. Although the class teacher has been changed, everyone is still excited to see the familiar classmates! As time passes, it all comes back to square one: school, school, homework. The restless mood gradually calmed down, and I had to focus on studying. In this way, the following interest classes or going "surfing" have become my favorites!

Today is the time when my favorite Go hobby class starts. I asked my father to send me to the hobby class early. Because there are many of my chess friends there! During the two-hour interest class, we played three games of fast chess in one session. I was one of the two undefeated young chess players. When the get out of class bell rang, I was still a little unfinished, probably because of winning the chess game. At this time, my father never forgets to throw cold water on me: "Children Lou Hanqing, don't forget that the fun of playing Go lies in enjoying the process, but don't take winning or losing too seriously!".

But after all, my father said that as a reward for winning chess, he allowed me to play for a while after I got home, which made me a little excited again.

When I got home, I hurriedly turned on the computer and entered it skillfully. But as soon as I opened the web page, I felt strange. It was wrong. I had only posted one essay in the essay section. Now, Why is there an extra essay called "My Mother"? I read it carefully and sat in front of the computer in a daze. I have never written this essay, nor have I done anything like it. So who published this composition in my name? And for what? Seeing this article that does not belong to me being published openly in my name, I feel like a "thief"! No matter how many children this essay gets the attention of, it does not belong to me. And the more children I pay attention to, the more ashamed I become. When I thought about this, I felt aggrieved and angry, and finally couldn't help but burst into tears, which shocked the whole family. It was only then that my mother smiled and said to me: "Baby, my mother posted it for you. This is a very good essay. If you publish it, you will definitely win a lot of praise. Isn't it good?" I choked up and argued with my mother. I didn't want to be the dishonest child, and I didn't want to use this method to improve my grades. I even felt that this was a violation of my "honor"!

When they heard the word "reputation", my mother who "loved" me and my father who "watched" both laughed. My father supported my point of view, and my mother sincerely "apologized" to me. And I just wanted to tell this to the "fans" who follow me: I will write in my own language and share my inner feelings with everyone! Spiritual Diary Chapter 10

Friday, June 24, 1983

In the past few days, newspapers and radios have been reporting that Sichuan and other areas have been hit by floods. I was very anxious after hearing the news that my property had been severely damaged. How many people are fighting day and night on the front line of flood control, bleeding and sacrificing their lives. How noble are the thoughts of these people! Although I can't go to the front line to fight against floods. But I am a young man in the 1980s and a member of the Communist Youth League. I should also share some difficulties for the people in the disaster area.

Through this diary, I clearly think that my brother must have imagined that Comrade Lei Feng would save money to support the people in the disaster area. But how much money can my brother save? My brother works as an assembler in a watch factory. As an advanced leader in the Erxiang factory, his monthly basic salary is 39 yuan, and the bonus is only 50 yuan. After the wages are paid, they are all handed over to the "finance minister" - my mother. My mother only gives my brother ten TL yuan. If you want money, you must first get through to your mother. If you want to get through to your mother, you must first get through to your father who is a teacher.

In the evening, I told my father about it. I really didn’t expect that after hearing what I said, my father nodded and said repeatedly: "Okay, this is a good wish and it is very meaningful. I firmly support it." After that, he took out the money and said to me. "I'll take the thirty yuan first, and you can save it for your brother." "What a good dad." I smiled, "Dad, but this amount of money is too little. You can talk to mom and add some more."

I entered the room and saw that my brother was counting money. I said mischievously: "Brother, how much money have you saved? You are so smart and stupid, can't you mobilize the masses to start a people's war? How can you send out the money you have?" Brother stopped Counting the money, looking at me in astonishment. "Don't hide it. I'm secretly saving money and want to send it to the disaster area." I stared at him and said, "You didn't say anything to me." "Yeah, why did I forget about you, a capable sister." "It doesn't count now. Night. "I put the money in front of my brother and slapped it hard...

Another night, my brother accepted my suggestion. Our whole family sat together. "Mom, my brother wants to learn from Lei Feng. , I want to ask you for some money. I spoke first. "I support learning from Lei Feng. Why do you still need money? How big of a job are you doing?" "Mom Zai Ge said, "Mom, you know, people in the disaster area are encountering difficulties. We live in a country and are all members of the socialist family. Shouldn’t we help them? ""that is. I echoed. Dad smiled and said nothing. I know, dad must have told mom. "Do you want me to donate money too? My money is also of great use.

If you have no money, where can you find a wife? "Isn't it obvious that mom is being nice? "Mom, just give it if you want it, don't beat around the bush. "I pointed it out. "Okay, come on, I'll give you a hundred daggers, no more." "My mother signed a thick snail with the words "Great Unity". "Mom, you are so kind. I pay tribute to you on behalf of the people in the disaster area. "My brother bowed deeply to my mother. My mother smiled, and so did my father, "He is still our Finance Minister, generous. Mom also blamed her brother: "Sizhe, why didn't you tell me earlier? This matter has been hidden from everyone. Mom is not an unreasonable person. It is your wish and ours to support the people in the disaster area." "My brother was just so excited that he didn't know what to say. Both my brother and I are proud to have such a father and mother. I am also proud to have a good brother. "My reconnaissance mission is completed! "I said to my mother.

Two hundred and fifty yuan was sent in the name of a family. It flew to the disaster area carrying our wishes. My brother's wish came true. From my brother, I It seems that I have seen the shining beautiful hearts of countless teenagers in the 1980s. Soul Diary Chapter 11

Life is always spent day by day in the gloomy sky after a night of lightning and thunder. There is no trace of vitality! The morning glow is slightly blushing, and the car is driving slowly, quietly letting the lonely soul rest! The sparkling sea is always flashing with crystal water, and waves are crashing on the coast. The vastness beyond the vastness, the sea outside the window, is beautiful in every word. Letting the sea breeze blow on every inch of my skin, I feel very upset, confused and helpless when I think about it! There was a hint of melancholy and sadness!

After staying in the dormitory all day, I didn’t go downstairs to the cafeteria until dinner time. The sky was already covered with dark clouds, but I didn’t care, thinking that it wouldn’t rain in 5 minutes. It started to rain, and there were not many people in the cafeteria. I bought some food, and when I saw the heavy rain falling outside, I was trapped. I could only eat in silence in the cafeteria while looking out the window! , I really hope that the rain will stop soon! After 20 minutes, the power went out, and the cafeteria was dark! People were shouting and making a fuss! I was standing at the door waiting for the rain to stop, and then I saw a woman. It was so strange. I felt uncomfortable! Slowly, the raindrops began to lighten up, and I followed the crowd out! The rain was still falling sporadically, and the wet ground made a splash as I walked.

I was rushing back anxiously, and there was a loud thunder, which scared me. I was really a little frightened. I accidentally twisted my foot. I squatted down helplessly and kneaded the injured foot. , I just heard screams, whistles, and hehe! The rain continued to fall sporadically. It was so dark outside and there was no sign of the rain stopping. At this time, I really felt helpless and desolate! I limped slowly towards the dormitory! The stairs were so long and high today. Suddenly, I shed tears involuntarily! When I arrived at the dormitory, there was no one but me, and it was pitch black. , so empty! I wanted to see how my foot was injured, but I couldn’t see it! Dragging my wet body, I took a shower, put on my pajamas, and lay in bed for a long time, still thinking about the sound of thunder. Then there was lightning, and the sound of the wind was also frightening. I was afraid! There was a sound, and the door was blown open by the hateful wind. Suddenly, the curtains were lifted, and the clothes they were wearing were blown to the floor, and they lay quietly. But I ignored it, a trace of sadness and a trace of lamentation! This whole night will be another sleepless night for me! Spiritual Diary Chapter 12

Sunny Monday, May 17th

I discovered today that I am a little girl without courage. It is not that I don’t admit that I have done something wrong, but that I don’t have the courage to admit it.

This morning, I finished breakfast, but I only ate 10. Dumplings. My father was afraid that I was not nutritious, so he asked me to eat a few more. However, I was full and didn't want to eat, so my father forced me to eat, and the two of us started to "confront" with one another. Dad was angry and went to brush his teeth. My mother came over and asked me to apologize to my father. I thought about it and thought it was right, but I still didn’t have the courage to apologize to my father in the car until I entered the school gate.

When I was taking a nap at noon, I began to think: Why don’t I have the courage? Why don't I have the courage to admit all my mistakes? Where has my courage gone? Will I never have courage in the future?

I am a little girl without courage, and I long to find my own courage! Spiritual Diary Chapter 13

Unexpectedly, today in 2008, I would say goodbye to my friend who had been my classmate for five years. The separation was so sad. In another year, I will completely leave my alma mater. I really can’t bear it.

All my good friends in the class appeared in front of me at this moment: the humorous Pan Linchao, the lively and cute Zhang Zilong, the extremely smart Yang Yumin, the mischievous Chen Yingliang... At this time, the tears were blurred. My eyes, I miss everything they gave me. Spiritual Diary Chapter 14

Good or bad! Those people are both good and bad! This is not my world at all. It seems that what I yearn for is indeed a world without humans! When did people like Liu Xiaofeng realize how I feel? They just teased me, pulled my pigtails, grabbed my pencil case, threw my schoolbag and so on. I'm used to it, so let's continue like this! One day I will forget everything that happened in the human world and find a world that truly belongs to me.

I no longer have any hope for people like Liu Xiaofeng, Yu Zhijun, Wang Tiancheng, and Lei Ruolin. Even though they have made me happy, I still don't have a good impression of them and just say some random things. Can they be like Yang Guoao, Deng Ben, Zhang Zilong, Yang Yumin and Pan Linchao? For example, Yang Guoyao and Deng Ben are good at studying and very polite to others. When I encounter problems that I don’t understand, they will always patiently teach me. When Yang Yumin and Zhang Zilong were sick, they said to me: "Xiaoyu! I will give you all my property after I die." I smiled slightly, although I knew it was impossible, but I was still very happy. When my things were taken away, they helped me get them back like men. Pan Linchao, although he is not very good at studying, he is willing to help others. Whatever he is asked to do, he will definitely complete it successfully. ;