May all youth be treated gently.

I finally finished watching The River of Sorrow this evening.

In fact, the film has been released for some time, but I haven't seen it yet. I'm a little afraid to watch it because I'm afraid it will make campus bullying more cruel. As it turns out, I really shouldn't watch this film, so I won't recall so many things, so I cried until I finished this paragraph.

In the sixth grade of primary school, I secretly fell in love with a boy in my class. At that time, I thought that boy was particularly excellent and his academic performance was not good, but I just thought he was very handsome. At that time, other students in my class liked him. My personality is the kind of person who looks like a woman but is too sensitive and fragile inside. I usually play with him. He often asked me to borrow his homework copy, and later asked me to help him with his homework. I will also help him. I will try my best to do everything he asks. I will be jealous when I see him playing with other girls.

I went to physical education class one afternoon and returned to the classroom after class early. I silently wrote a letter. I don't want to show him that letter. I just wanted to write down some feelings and express my love for him, but later my little secret became something that everyone used to laugh at when chatting.

Maybe he looks careless and has a good relationship with boys. I don't like playing with girls very much. I always think that many girls are too wordy. They always like to speak ill of others behind their backs. But I never thought I would be the object of discussion among those girls. Some girls not only laughed at me with girls, but also spoke ill of me with many boys.

One day, after I came to school, I felt that my classmates on the first floor of grade six were talking about me, pointing at me, saying that I was not a good girl, saying that I usually liked fooling around with boys, fooling around every day and not studying. In fact, I didn't do what they said at all, but many people I know and don't know began to crowd me out with them. They didn't hit me (maybe because I was really tall and strong), but they humiliated me with all kinds of ugly words. I pretend nothing happened in front of them every day. I cried all the way home alone. When I got home, I stopped crying and pretended that nothing had happened. At night, my parents go to bed and hide under the covers and cry.

Next semester in the sixth grade, we changed all the teachers. I really can't bear to teach my head teacher for five years, but we can't help it. The new teacher took us for a whole month. One day after class, the boys in the next class pulled my hair and then my clothes and hat. I chased him and was just seen by the class teacher. She called me to the office. I will remember what she said to me all my life: "You are a girl, you should always remember the words prostitute and thief." After she finished this sentence, in front of seven or eight teachers and the male classmate, she asked me to stop Zhuangzi. She also asked me to apologize to the boy. I refused, and I didn't feel wrong, but I explained to her that she wouldn't listen, so she called my parents. That time, my mother scolded me and asked me to apologize to the teacher and that classmate.

From then on, it was not until high school moved to school that my relationship with my mother eased. Moreover, all my primary school classmates think that I am a bad girl, disobedient, fond of fighting and causing trouble. I even went to my male friend's house to play with him. His mother told me that he was not at home, but I heard his voice at home. Another time, my mother and I had a terrible quarrel, and then I rushed out in a rage. After rushing out, I stayed in the park next door for two hours. It's dark and I'm a little scared. There is a classmate who I think is having a good time, near my home and the park. I thought of her first, and then I went to her house to find her. As a result, her mother became very strange. I cried and asked her. I have something to talk to her about. Can you call her for me? "Her mother took me aside and told me," What do you want her to do? I've heard something about you. I hope you won't affect our family. "Then I said I'm sorry and went downstairs in tears. I cried downstairs for a long time. I feel horrible. I really have nowhere to go.

After returning to school, I consciously stayed away from those friends. I really thought they were right. I'm not a good person myself, so I played with myself, but I still couldn't stop them from talking. They still talk about me behind my back and scold me. My best friend just looked at me from a distance. ......

I finally graduated from primary school, and none of the new classes in junior high school are primary school students. This is my happiest thing. But it is not much better. I found a good friend. Her surname is Huang. She is thin, has her own ideas, is kind, happy, innovative and independent. She's amazing. I, on the other hand, feel inferior, closed, cowardly, sensitive and disobedient. I am really bad, but I want to play with her. I like playing with her. I am very grateful to her. When others say that I am not good, she is the first to stand up for me. She turned me from a person who felt inferior to my bones into a person who could express my heart. She really opened my heart step by step, let me face my true self and make me want to be better.

But by the second day, we had our own small group, about five or six people. There is a girl I don't know how to say, and I admire her a little. From the beginning, she was rebellious, lively and super-self, but as long as she studied hard, her grades would be super good and her teachers liked her very much. But maybe something happened at home, and she suddenly changed a lot. She lies there sadly every day, and my good friends will comfort her, and she will gradually rely on my friends. Then she took my only good friend who didn't like to talk, crowded me out, isolated me, and encouraged others to crowd me out together. My good friend didn't crowd me out, but he was a little distant from me.

Later, the girl dropped out of school and my good friend began to study hard. As always, I read novels and kept a diary, and was criticized by the teacher. I found that other friends, like me, don't study hard. I play with my classmates in the last row every day. We hide novels, eavesdrop on mp3 players and even secretly play cards in class. I was really happy at that time, and now I really regret it.

After graduating from junior high school, I have no friends to contact. My only good friend came to see me from the best high school opposite me to the worst high school opposite me when I was a freshman. She said she still owed me a birthday present, and she came to return it. I am very happy. Oh, by the way, she came with the girl who dropped out of school.

Senior one is the happiest time in my high school. I am very happy every day. My teacher is the best teacher in the world. He taught me to be grateful?

I am a sophomore, the most painful year in the whole high school. When I was a sophomore, the school was taken over by the best high school, and all the teaching staff changed. So, I changed my head teacher when I was a sophomore. I am a young female teacher who has just arrived, almost in the shadow. I am a liberal arts student, and I have a bad memory and a bad writing style. My new teacher thinks highly of me. I am the Commission for Discipline Inspection, and this is also the beginning of sadness.

There are more than 60 people in our class, which should be ten boys. I have about ten classmates in my freshman year. One of them is my closest friend, who stuck together every day when I was a freshman. However, in the summer vacation before my sophomore year, my cousin lived in my house and shared a bed with me, so I couldn't provide her with accommodation. She pulled me out. what can I say? My sophomore year was really dark. I even thought about jumping off the sixth floor of my dormitory. I don't want to describe my sophomore year, but I'm glad my sophomore year has YJF and XN, right? Then I started to be different, and I started to talk a lot. I also tell jokes, take the rhythm, take the initiative to find friends, show my true side and become brave.

I'm a senior three. I lived in school for two years and went home in the last year. My home is a little far from school, but living in school really drives me crazy. A person who doesn't study, doesn't work hard, abandons everything, and spends every day with so-called excellent students with good grades, trying to make up for his previous disappointment and waste. Senior three, I am really crazy. When others take a lunch break, I try to stay awake and apply wind oil around my eyes to refresh myself. I just want to do more questions. Efforts are useful and miracles happen, but I just don't. I work harder and harder, but I can't compare with others' solid efforts for three years. When the results of the college entrance examination came out, I even cried in bed all afternoon, and I even wanted to repeat it.

University, 65438+left school at the end of February, and the university really passed too fast. My university really wants to start over. Without those old classmates and those messy stories, it may be that I am really poor, so I have been misunderstood collectively in college. I feel that all my classmates will think that I am a bitch and hate me, but I can't explain it with my mouth open, so I start to hate myself again. I think about crying in the quilt every night. I used to keep a diary and scold myself and others. I will spread negative energy to others in the future. I spit in front of others. ....

I became a monitor in my freshman year. I am active in everything I do. I really don't like putting everything I do on the table and telling everyone, "I did this, I did this, I did that." Later, the counselor told me, the teacher told me, and my classmates told me that what you did had to be seen by others. I'm just beginning to accept this so-called showing to others. I had to admit the Excellence of others, so I later became the vice president. I gave up on myself. I feel that the teacher doesn't understand me and doesn't see my efforts. I can't accept it, so I can't accept that I hung up the name of the vice monitor and did what the monitor should do. I did all the things that upset people, so I also opposed the class Committee, teachers and schools with other students. Actually, now that I think about it, I was punished.

I was lucky in college. I met wonderful Lele, wonderful roommates, many interesting people, and many very good and tolerant friends, so I'm here to tell you all these things.

I'm sorry to make myself the most annoying degenerate, selfish and lazy person in college with a hopeful plan to start over.

If you happen to see this place, I hope you don't lose yourself like me and become a person who doesn't even know yourself.

But at the same time, I also hope that you can open all those things like me, have a new and different life again, know some good friends you deserve and love life.

In fact, having said so much, I don't hate those people before, but it's more of a cheer, but all this will be unforgettable for my life. Oh, by the way, the university also taught me one thing, I must never judge a book by its cover. You will never think how a seemingly careless, simple and rude person around you came out of the darkness, and you will never think how warm and sunny a person around you was. I don't know what I'm talking about. I just want to express my thoughts at the moment. Having said that, I seem to have calmed down.

It is also said in Fanghua that a person who has never been treated well can best identify kindness and cherish it. I have lost my color for so many days, and I am very sad. I can still live hard and gradually have my own life color. I am very satisfied. But in the end, I really hope that movies are just movies, and there are no more examples for reference in reality.

May all youth be treated gently.

I also want to say:

I hope you can

If you can't bravely speak for those who dare not resist.

I hope you can meet someone who will speak for you.