Composition teacher in the first year of junior high school, you are not average 450

In fact, you don't understand my heart, just like the dark ...... that doesn't understand the night during the day"Humming this song that may be my lyrics, or not, in short, this line really sings my mood. In the eyes of my teachers, friends, family, and classmates, I am a good student, and of course, their quality is determined by their scores. Can a few numbers really determine a person's quality or badness, including character?

Perhaps. I was shone with a seemingly dazzling halo every day, "I was not allowed to watch TV, I was not allowed to play on the computer, and I was not allowed to socialize with those playful children......"Actually, you don't understand my heart, I don't want to do this. Parent, you don't understand my heart.

As a child, I also want to watch a TV and play a game without constraints, I don't want to be so tired, I don't want you to preach all day long, I don't want to be treated as a "child" by you, I also want to share your joys and sorrows with you, and I also want to share your sorrows and sorrows, and solve problems together ...... equallyTeacher, you don't understand my heart. I also want to have a good snowball fight with my classmates when it's snowing, and I want to make friends with classmates you think are "bad boys", even if they are good friends to make without being told "she will affect you". I also want to look at the colorful comic books and go to the fairy tale kingdom that is far away from me.

Under the teacher's gentle teaching, I occasionally want to take a nap, and I also want to imagine what kind of good meal ...... noonClassmate, you don't understand my heart. I want to establish a real friendship with you, not how good it is, but in fact, there is intrigue behind it, lest the other party surpass me, I don't want to do this, I want to make your sincere friends in my flower season......I think ......I have so many thoughts that I want to confide in, and I think that only when I have experienced everything will my youth be colorful. However, you don't understand, in the reproach of parents, in the eyes of teachers, in the wary demeanor of classmates, and more importantly, in the shadow of scores, I can only choose to retreat, quietly shrink in the corner with a halo shining, and continue to be a "puppet", for the comfort of parents, the appreciation of teachers, for my future, continue, be an obedient puppet!

I really seemed to say, "Actually, you don't understand my heart!" ”

I love you is not ordinary autumn breeze blowing through the bitterness of youth, I still remember that we met in September, the season that almost exhausted all my thoughts. I still remember that when you came, your shy personality didn't let you deliberately introduce yourself, and you didn't even have a name, just sitting there quietly, with your head bowed heavily, but you didn't know what you were thinking. At that time, you didn't know that there was a boy behind you, quietly watching you.

I deliberately approached you and got to know you. You didn't seem to be disgusted, and then, all kinds of topics followed, and I gave you my initial trust without hesitation. You are not arrogant, just the warmth of the spring breeze; You don't have the sun, and you're still so silent.

You don't have complexity, only the innocence of Hans Christian Andersen's pen. Among them, you are still so special, still so beautiful, still so endearing. I don't even know how to get in touch.

After a while, I wrote a copy of the urgency scribble)