The boy's mood

The boy's mood
Anxious boy always medium-sized in achievement of me, the new term begins this one term, I swear to oneself: Must do the achievement, try to enter former 1O name in the class, let Papa and Mama become happy too. Just the new term begins the result was still very good in that period of time, however, recently, I have often listened to the lesson, absent-minded, the content that the teacher speaks does not know at all, retract the heart with great difficulty, think of some things in a mess again for a moment. How can it be carried on if if go down like this? I am worried! I grow one's own air without a break, sometimes I am so angry as to really want to make one's own two slaps on the face, what's the use this? Can't worry about and get the heart back while being irritated, well! The agitated boy although I seem to have no thing, in fact, sometimes I am bored, but think about irritated reason, very baffled. Go out and meet and rain in the morning, my originally glad mood is anxious and fretful at once, begin to curse this spirit weather without a break, even it has depressed and non- happy to reach the school all the time. Go home in the evening sometimes, hear the radio on in the road junction of the building, the music coming is really pleasant, I am covered with smiles at once, push away on the door excitedly, but hear " " One, see mother imprison radio only, at once, at a animosity is attacked in mind, I am extremely angry, almost unable to control oneself, give my mother a start, is not it strange that you say? Stubborn boy's teacher and parents all say I become stubborn. Indeed, whose the intersection of and I close one's ears to, go even, anyway, have kinds of strange strength impel me insist own opinion answer parents, teacher back. I always think, I am not a child, there should be one's own views to the things, no, able person say how do on what about it will be I. But why parents and teacher are always different from my idea? Irascible the intersection of boy and the intersection of I and the intersection of class and better these Li mix less than very hateful, always practise the practical joke. That day, he teased to my head unexpectedly. When school is over, I still do the exercise with single-hearted devotion, one of his pats on my back, say: "Let's go, brother. " I let first him go. After a while, I leave the classroom, walk in the campus, I give directions to hold office at court to find everybody, some are still tittering, I can not understand after repeated thinking. At this moment, so Li Qiang these boy try to be a good fellow, tears behind me, then bright in front of me, oh! It is written that it was one originally to have " I am an idiot " Note. That of mine was angry at that time! I only think the blood all over the body is welled up up violently: " you will go on like this next time, I beat you carefully! " I have raised the fist, turn one's head and leave. But Li Qiang boy this dash get me, ha the leather smiling face is said: " you hit, hit! " I can't help really, wave a fist Well! Regret only one joke actually, but I why can't help at that time really? I had never hit in the childhood remakably! Irritable boy one groups of cadre in I, have a comfortable academic environment for all classmates, devoting faithfully. However, I am very irritable, meet some unsatisfactory things, can't help going off, make all classmates all begin to dislike me. I am very worried, make a decision to give up this kind of defect several times, but produce little effect, burst into a rage to the crucial moment. The classmates said with back: "The rivers and mountains are apt to change, the natural disposition difficulty is moved. " Hear these, my mood is extremely heavy. It is very obvious that my mood of the changeable boy is changed, in high spirits for a moment, hope bright future, think everything is beautiful; But often think carefully, suddenly generally fell into the bottomless chasm like blowing, I have low mood to reach the limit at this moment, see what troubles anything, want to do nothing, brain terrible dusk, have one say flavour that come up indistinctly, it seems to be pieces of puppet, nothing bother, make, does not afford to overstate. Be lasted calligraphied, but have pen fallen boy I on it is impetuous because of perfecting word always loud; I want to administer the class well, can have never had courage to speak a word in front of all classmates; I like literature, can see the manuscript returned, care no more to write for second time; I think I study and live carefree, happily, but often have one's bosom filled with anger because of some injustices of manners and morals of the time, unable to keep one's mind on studying, there are unsatisfactory things slightly, I am boiling with rage, study and just collapse after a single setback. Looking at one's own achievement and teacher's cold and detached face day by day, I really want to catch up hard, but exactly unable to calm down. In disconsolate boy's era of the middle school, the golden times in life, it should be carefree, romantic and colorful, but I? I know why want, telescope in the yoke oneself oneself, why gush out generally disconsolate always in the heart. What if not admitting to a university? How to go back to explain to parents? Roll confusing. In fact, I always comfort oneself too, needn't consider designing the future with great emphasis now. But who knows by critical moment, just felt dim in the past, looked like and dreamt all dayed, how I wonder on day! Want, switch back really, move the footprint in the past few years clearly again. I think people live and have little meaning in this world, the perplexed boy. Is it the scholarly honor of official rank? Is it the motherland? Is it the parents? Is it one's own a kind of happy feeling? If, regret? I don't know. Always so confused, and college entrance examination is like an enormous huge rock. Well! In life, I do not know how to pass a little more happily, how passionate to open up, create according to the youthful one, I know why I will produce so complicated psychology! I always think, in junior middle school, there was not a lot of sorrow all day, extremely happy. But change completely now, the thought makes the complicatedness, fan pity, think this world puzzled by, feel ignorant to the life, well! I am very extremely worried. Melancholy boy, in the dusk, sometimes dull to hold into the classroom, hold the books, but heart seem, cover one invisible pressure, dusk pitch-dark, anything else? Whenever this kind of moment, weariness of eyes is unable, agitated to the utmost point in the heart, what is it about this on earth? How I hope, can feel every day life is bright, the world is wonderful! But, No! I am agitated and sad besides melancholy of the all day. I think life very lonely and lonely, the disappointed boy, how I want to have several intimate friends! But no one aware I hide on sincere emotion in the heart deeply, I illusion find one she in remote remotest places, have no way of seeking again in very boundless and indistinct human world. I find I look like girls more and more, the emotion is always so abundant. At clear night, I always talk with the moon, stars. Think oneself to be more lovelily straightforward and good-natured sometimes, to what treat each other so as to the pure love always, objectionably honest and frank sometimes. So long as whose view is wronger ,it like always I argue, wait for others not to be had nothing to say, blush but I because of this. Meet harming others to benefit oneself or society
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