I am a sophomore-Jing M.Guo, I am a sophomore. A declaration full of lofty sentiments was read by me as the taste of the end of the world, as powerful as the dying will. A minute ago, the teacher told me that you should read the momentum and your feelings to cheer everyone up. Now I have the opposite effect, and the teacher's sigh is clearly audible. I know she is disappointed, and I don't want to disappoint her, but the result is beyond my control. Just as I didn't want to go to Fudan, I went to Fudan. I am a sophomore. I am not excited or sad, and my heart is like stagnant water. In fact, it is a great sorrow, which is greater than the death of the heart. But everyone around me is very moist, smiling all day, showing white teeth or yellow teeth. People who can't laugh are also burying their heads in solving problems, like a woman with no ambition and no escape. I know I was born in their life. I know how shameful it is for people who have no ambition and escape. I also know that science students should not do well in the exam without thinking too much. But knowing is just knowing and not knowing. I know there is no big moon in the sky, but women of our generation will never land on it. It's not my turn to step on human feet. I started reading the manuscript. I am a sophomore, and I am very confused. I looked up at my teacher and found that she was also confused. I know I confused her. In her eyes, I should be a good student, and I don't know if I should be enthusiastic. How can such a student be confused? So she was confused. I am really confused. I'm not old enough to fight. It turned out that I wanted to study liberal arts, but my parents' fate was greater than the sky, and I was dying in science. The so-called honesty. I went to study liberal arts and lived a very nourishing life. Every day, it shines brightly. And I can only be covered with dust bit by bit in science, and then be alienated and forgotten. Every day, I study how two balls collide and observe the beautiful bubbles when metal is thrown into acid. I will ask A to tell me the story of the liberal arts class at midnight. While watching Little Ah, I was happy to tell them that their exam topic was to write the background of A Dream of Red Mansions, and at the same time, to find the sticky atmosphere around me to keep breathing. Frankly speaking, I yearn for the life of liberal arts students. As a science student, my practice is not enough. I haven't learned the ability of stress synthesis when I see a flying ball. I am a sophomore, and I feel very tired. At that time, the teacher's eyes were not only confused but also intolerant. I know my speech is to cheer everyone up when they are encouraged. But when I am tired, I am tired. A good boy shouldn't lie. That's what the teacher said. Primary school teacher. Many people don't take primary school teachers seriously and call them "teachers". Only really tall teachers should be called "teachers", because they can only teach and fail. I was tired. I caught a glimpse of several equations in my dream, wiggling my little arms and legs and shouting "no solution, no solution". I am tired. My neck hurts when I look up, and I can't close my eyes when I look at the sky. I am used to the shimmer outside the darkness, but I am used to a hysterical paralysis. Everything is aimed at reducing costs and returns. At the beginning, everyone will die together. I don't have enough feet to believe that college entrance examination is a double-edged sword from the gods. When we cut it, it will hurt the teacher, and the food victims will hide and laugh. But who is the victim? Lonely, I stood outside the wide world, and the clever children put out the unbreakable lanterns. I am a sophomore, and I find that I don't get nothing every time I try, but I must be diligent every time I get something. An unfair and irreversible proposal. In Yang Liuan, only a few girls in science classes compete with boys' rational thinking with perceptual thinking, which is sad and pathetic. No girl has spent twice my time and energy studying physics, and then got half my grades. Seeing her red eyes, I think the college entrance examination is doomed to ruin. I'm a sophomore, and I find friendship very fragile. My friend's glass bottle is high, full of cracks, and stands high without any trouble. Every time my notebook disappears, my reference book proudly appears on someone else's desk, and the torn title page looks like autumn chrysanthemum. I can't make a statement. I will never hide everything. When I tell people, I can be very mean. I live in that world, and I also live in the second year of high school, so I know where people are most vulnerable and what they do can hurt others the most. Because of our strong and unyielding little confidant. As we are still children, our defense ability is not perfect. We can calculate the opponent's score accurately, and we can try to do one more question than others all night. When he sees a pair of red eyes, he will say that the ball game last night was really great. Let's smile and understand each other. We seem to think that defeating our classmates can lead to Rome, but the fact is that all the soldiers are in the world, and the wonderful hands are lurking in unknown places. We thought we were looking for a lock, but we were looking for a bunch of lost keys. There is no ignorance on the banyan tree by the pond, and the swing by the playground is covered with dust. I am a sophomore. Let's learn to appreciate which university has the most beautiful bid-winning notice, and then work hard for that heavy tissue paper. All capital is a bet, health, hobbies, leisure, friendship and love all line up after death, and all prices are generous. Please, I can throw anything. Pengpeng said that Fudan University's bid-winning notice is like a marriage certificate. I want to say Fudan I love you, please marry me. I am a sophomore, and the weather in Xuan Yue is getting colder and colder. The sun is getting thicker and thicker, and the temperature drops. It turns out that autumn has come so soon. Autumn is here, can winter be near? On that cool autumn day, I sat on the podium, expressionless but proud to say: I am a sophomore. I will tell you everything without delay. Maybe everyone will feel better. Maybe I'll feel better. After I finished, no one applauded, and the breathing around became very light and long. No one's eyes become bright and no one's eyelashes become moist. The teacher leaned against the door silently and I saw her white hair floating in the wind. The wind is blowing quietly and the leaves rustle. I stood in my seat like a good girl. All the voices recede very close, and the world can be so peaceful and beautiful. When the sun shines in, I see flicker instead of incident angle and reflection angle. The atmosphere smells fresh, not nitrogen, oxygen and carbon dioxide. Every classmate is cute with cold noodles. No one is the first, and no one is the1000th. Then the bell rang. Then everything will be the same. The teacher handed out a roll of girls, and we habitually cleaned up our habitual paralysis. When the teacher walked out of the classroom, he turned and said, let's hand in the test paper the day after tomorrow. We were surprised and surprised. I am a senior two student, in the autumn when the climate is getting cold. As if nothing had changed, nothing had changed. The 500-year-old stars in August touch the final beat with the mid-spring sea. Three years old. I began to lose my memory. From then on, it landed on the snow. Every step will leave a mark. Whether they can see clearly when they turn their heads in the future, they have gained a firm foothold. I will never see the wonderful soul playing in the bamboo forest again. Their soft white hands made a farewell gesture. Do you want to start a cross-country trip? Six years old. The rainbow melted in the sun and wrapped its fingers in sugar. Sitting on the road between Chang 'an and the school, look around. Pick out the honeysuckle that is exposed outside the wall of the house to make tea. I'm afraid the servant will risk his life and run away when he finds it. At that time, those foreign students who rode bicycles out to fight death were as beautiful as some kind of middle painting. And I took a sip of cold drink, and my shoelaces were scattered for a long time and I couldn't find them. They turned black and covered with dust. The beautiful girl who will be transformed in the cartoon, and the taste of sauce bone soup mixed with it when eating. Mother likes to spend spring, summer, autumn and winter with a sweater bracelet. Ten years old. I got full marks in the first math exam, and I stumbled home. The reward of harvest is just a compliment that doesn't destroy anything. The door has been closed loudly because of anger and injustice. Flowers and mosquitoes living on the balcony buzz because of your blood type on a hot day with power failure. I met the first good friend I liked and the first good friend I didn't like. The one in front is not as smart as you, and the one behind is richer than your family. There are garden activities in the school, but there is no pinball competition. The girl who stretched chopsticks went into the water. Red or yellow pieces of paper are sandwiched in glass beads. One. Two. Three. Still three. Still three. It began to rain outside. Fourteen. The teacher found a boy reading cartoons in class and told him to sit up straight. After the teacher took the book away, he read the title, and the whole class laughed at him in a boastful tone. When you were chatting with that boy after school, he said that pervert specialized in screwing girls. Xx is the teacher's name. Look at the boys sitting in the classroom sorting their schoolbags. How much he seems to want to hide his resentment, which leads him to make up groundless lies at will. There are no boys and girls around to start talking about love. Two notes often pass through you. After changing seats, there is no such mission. After that, the two separated, so there was no need. There are no delicious pancakes at the school gate. Following all the old stories, I began to think that the boy who likes to ruin his best friend is very nice. He paints very well, wears glasses, and his walking posture is definitely not very good. Zuo Zuo swings. But I think he is very good. Unfortunately, the blackboard newspaper only comes out twice a month. Twice a month, there are only a few people left in the school after school. The other people who bought pancakes left you two behind. Sixteen years old. Raise a monster. It doesn't need other forces. As long as it can make you lose your way for a while and forget your goal for a while. Dai Lu didn't put bad words into his schoolbag. I really don't like studying. I really don't like omniscient mathematics and physics. English and Chinese are because teachers don't like you. No, there is no open door. Children who raise pigeons at school. Beautiful big trees in the school. There are no elegant boys in school. The school plays the latest pop songs at midnight every day. Time has been worn away for a long time, and I can see the girl crouching in the corner and wiping her tears almost many nights. I will also meet a very strange and untouchable deskmate. When I see her cutting her one-inch photo into small pieces, I will feel chilling. Maybe you don't work as hard as them. But what is the soft pressure on the spine, such as absorbing dark and black light, bending to the outline and being born into a monster from the movie? More people laugh at others and find their way out, or more people find their way out. Obviously, they will produce a huge intersection around time. Even if you despise the crying girl, you will be shed a little tears by the girl for the reason you just understood. You can't go back to your hometown with your hands folded. Eighteen. Suppose it's resistance, but I don't know who to face. I was very happy when my friends and I went to ktv to sing, but after I left, I found that there was no money in my pocket. Lack of money was a poverty that almost no peers would encounter at that time. That's why there is no such special thing as free classes. There are rumors that every student in it is either a father without a company manager or a mother without a senior official. It is true that they use advanced mobile phones before anyone else, and they change clothes more diligently than anyone else. The most interesting boy I have ever heard, his father is the chairman of a famous underwear brand. So when I'm outside the underwear store in the future, I can't help thinking, "... his family? ..... "Hot weather drives out connecting flights and separation. The fried noodle man sitting among the shadow girls in the building seems to be completely split in two. That's a lie that no adult will admit. Even the impulse that keeps boiling and ringing will only be called maturity. Sophistication is sophistication. After no one led to light the gas and tried to commit suicide, but he was saved at first. When I went to see that classmate, I heard a new saying: "I fell asleep as soon as I finished boiling water." The man who commits suicide without committing suicide is only known to himself. On the way back from the hospital, a dozen companions walked and chatted together. How different things are related to life and death. As long as you can't see the future. If tomorrow has nothing to do with stress, expectation and failure-no one will stop "Oh, I want to buy a watermelon". Urged her to "Oh, then hurry up". Twenty-two I threw away these stationery very late a few years ago. All the pure records I watched as a child were packed and thrown in the garage. After several rainy seasons, they all grew green spots. The 22-year-old hot day that I thought would never come not only came as usual, but also almost ended. What are Jing M.Guo's I'm a Sophomore and Lolo's The Tropic of Cancer? What do you think after reading a bowl of Yangchun noodles? What makes time become time? What leads the intersection line to two places? You're a few hundred years old and you won't understand. 1500 years old. When the "law of conservation of matter" proves that everything that destroys us will not disappear in thin air. Our hair, nails, body moisture, muscles and bones lead to the fishbone we ate when we were young. They will never disappear in that world. So 1500 years later, it is not that we are gone, but that green grass has grown on our bodies, some of which have become mountains, and some of which have not been blown into the sea by the wind, causing some dust to float into the universe and slowly stare at the earth. Close your eyes and blow out the candles. You are fifteen years old. If the two of them write funny, sadness is always funny.