Today, I want to express my thoughts in 600 words.

Today, what I want to say, what I can't say from my heart, is scattered in my heart. With the passage of time and the rush of time, the accumulation of words has become a habit. Everything is hidden in the bottom of my heart, quietly, occasionally thinking, can not help but sigh; Occasionally think of it, inexplicably sad; Occasionally I can't help but miss it; When I think about it occasionally, I panic for no reason. Today, I want to speak my mind. Unconsciously, the classroom has been covered with a layer of black gauze, the sky is gray, there is no sun, no clouds, and there is no sound of victory on the basketball court. Finally, I heard the word "go to school", picked up my packed bag and rushed out of the classroom like a rocket. It was summer, but I saw the fallen leaves, and the wind blew them away, and I saw the scene that should have appeared in autumn. Out of the school gate, bean-sized raindrops followed. I forgot to bring my umbrella. Now, I keep walking in the rain. Speed up the pace, look at the red light that hasn't turned into a green light for a long time, and watch my classmates and parents pick me up and drop me off. My heart is inexplicably sad ... It's raining harder and harder, and I wrote a sad song in my ear. Walking on the bridge, I saw the water rolling on the bridge. Those wet shoes, slightly wet schoolbags, and bangs dripping with rain let the rain flow into their eyes and corners of their mouths. In front of passers-by, I became the focus of attention, because no one shuttled through the rain without an umbrella. I try to wipe away the rain from the corner of my eyes so as not to be misunderstood as tears ... I know that I am a middle school student, and this little thing is nothing. I know that a smooth life is not perfect, and I also know that we need to learn to be independent when we grow up. I know some roads can only be taken by one person. I know some things can only be done by one person. I know some difficulties must be faced. There was once an article saying that a child without an umbrella must run, and now I am that child. There are small events and great truths everywhere in life, as long as you find them, look for them or pay attention to them.