Tyrone alien

When I woke up, the sun had covered my desk and the room was bright, warm and quiet. I looked at my alarm clock. It was ten in the morning. - Oh, my God! How long has it been since I've slept this much? For a moment I saw the dust in the light, suspended silently, which I had not noticed before; I saw the sky of a few days ago, still tile blue and pure, which I had noticed but had ignored; See those simple plants, flowers, quiet green, open, still dress up the world, this is I once praise but long forgotten; To see the birds with crisp singing, together in the branches through the flight, this is I once wrote a poem, but never remember..... Life moves too fast. All day deep in bitterness, resentment, I ignore how much warmth how much love? How much praise and love have you forgotten? Where am I supposed to get back what I had but I abandoned? Yes, more than ten years of wandering life, I have too much resentment, dumped on this earth; I have too much cold, towards their enemies or friends, I have too many curses, hurled at the world. Standing in the frost of the world, but I have been looking forward to a long time of warmth or sunshine, solidified in their own body. Think about it: life is a lifetime, vegetation in autumn. The time of a few decades is just a fleeting moment, the vast world will never add or subtract anything because of our personal joys and sorrows. Is it better to live a life filled with grudges and curses, or a life filled with smiles and gratitude? Suddenly, relief and joy spread all over me, and suddenly I felt the impulse of praise and love again.

Now, I know everything, but I've been scared for days. I feel so sad that no one can understand my feelings. You know what? All this means that next semester I will be separated from my good friends and study in parallel classes. Sitting by the window, looking up at the stars in the sky, I wonder why the stars are so big and shining today. However, on this quiet night, my heart can not be calm. I thought of my life in Class 17 this semester, and my closest friends. I suddenly felt very sorry for them, because before that I had promised them that I would never fall and never leave Class 17, but now I had dropped out of the major class because I had missed the final exam to study in the parallel class. At the same time, I also feel sorry for my mother, because I once said to her such a word: mom, please believe me, I will never let my ranking go down. As a result, I went from 175 to more than 560. This gap is hard for me to accept. As much as I want to run away from it, it's a fact that I have to face and I have to pay for. Late at night, I lay on the bamboo bed, unable to sleep. The wind is blowing gently, and a fragrance of flowers is coming. "Why aren't you sleeping?" My mother whispered behind me. "Mother." I couldn't hold it any longer, and tears fell from my eyes. Baby, what is this? Why are you crying? "I cried again. Mom, I'm sorry, I failed the exam." My mother touched my head and said, It's okay. It was just a mistake. I have faith in you." That night, I slowly fell asleep in tears. But in my sleep, I cried again, and my pillow was wet with tears. When I woke up the next day, I rubbed my eyes and found that my heart didn't hurt as much as it had the day before. The alarm bells are ringing in my ears again. I will try my best to go back to my old class 17. Please believe me.