This is my proudest time and my only proudest time. I'm not good at math, even Chinese, except composition.
Now that I think about it, most of the compositions at that time were propositional compositions, and they were often repeated, so it was particularly easy to write. However, I have never written anything I have experienced and done, and everything is imagined by myself.
In other words, it's all false. I have never written a composition book about me in reality and the people or things that happened to me and around me. Another reason is that I have several composition books. I often read them and remember several stories, so I often write them into my own stories, but I get praise every time.
Occasionally, I want to write something real, the real me, but I just can't succeed, but I might as well write something fake. I got into the habit of making up stories and plots.
After junior high school, the teacher asked us to write a composition with rich life as the main topic. I also tried to write several times, but I couldn't get high marks in my composition. So I gave up and just made it up like before.
Needless to say, the effect is not bad, much better than * * *, and the teacher can't see any flaws. He also said that I have made great progress. Until now, I still don't have the habit of writing. I always think about it and add some false plots. This is the composition.
But I found that the effect is getting worse and worse, and I always can't get high marks. I don't know if I want to start over, with real life, real me and real things as the theme.
However, I am afraid that I will not do well in the exam as before, which will affect my future writing. Now I really regret that I didn't listen to the teacher at the beginning, and I always unconsciously brought myself into a seemingly virtual writing space, forming a bad habit and refusing to write more about myself, which caused such consequences.
If you write truly, you must impress the readers with your true feelings. I think life and life are different, right? Everyone needs a word "truth", and once they enter the unreal boundary, they will be at a loss.
2. Write a composition with content words as the main topic. When I was in primary school, I especially liked Chinese class because the teacher would read my composition in front of the whole class.
This is my proudest time and my only proudest time. I'm not good at math, even Chinese, except composition.
Now that I think about it, most of the compositions at that time were propositional compositions, and they were often repeated, so it was particularly easy to write. However, I have never written anything I have experienced and done, and everything is imagined by myself.
In other words, it's all false. I have never written a composition book about me in reality and the people or things that happened to me and around me. Another reason is that I have several composition books. I often read them and remember several stories, so I often write them into my own stories, but I get praise every time.
Occasionally, I want to write something real, the real me, but I just can't succeed, but I might as well write something fake. I got into the habit of making up stories and plots.
After junior high school, the teacher asked us to write a composition with rich life as the main topic. I also tried to write several times, but I couldn't get high marks in my composition. So I gave up and just made it up like before.
Needless to say, the effect is not bad, much better than * * *, and the teacher can't see any flaws. He also said that I have made great progress. Until now, I still don't have the habit of writing. I always think about it and add some false plots. This is the composition.
But I found that the effect is getting worse and worse, and I always can't get high marks. I don't know if I want to start over, with real life, real me and real things as the theme.
However, I am afraid that I will not do well in the exam as before, which will affect my future writing. Now I really regret that I didn't listen to the teacher at the beginning, and I always unconsciously brought myself into a seemingly virtual writing space, forming a bad habit and refusing to write more about myself, which caused such consequences.
If you write truly, you must impress the readers with your true feelings. I think life and life are different, right? Everyone needs a word "truth", and once they enter the unreal boundary, they will be at a loss.
3. Junior high school composition with the theme of "truthfulness" 1. Feel sincere. Did you find it? In this vast world, any creature can make you feel its truth, its goodness and its beauty.
In the morning, the breeze blows the little green on the branches with a faint smile. Together with the oleander on the wall, it seems to sing the most vivid movement in life-sincerity.
This is the true beauty of nature and the essence of simplicity and truth. This "beauty" lies in "sincerity"
On a crowded bus, you can often hear such a conversation: "Oh, I'm so sorry! Step on you! " "Never mind, never mind!" Being trampled is a common thing, sometimes it hurts, but it doesn't matter, because there is a sweet "I'm sorry". Maybe it's a light sentence, but it's heavy. You will feel the sincere apology and sincere greetings from the other party, and the remaining resentment in your heart will disappear like clouds.
Listen, "I'm sorry!" "It doesn't matter!" This is like the confession of the soul, sweeping away the impure dust on the soul and making people crystal clear. Some people say that sincerity between people is hard to find.
In fact, the most common sincerity is in the days of getting along with friends. A look, a smile, even a small note can make people extremely happy, because it contains too much frankness and hope.
That day in physical education class, when He Jiang helped me up and broke my hand, the blood gushed from my fingers dyed the ground red, which was really terrible. In the infirmary, I cried loudly in fear. He Jiang tried to wipe my blood with a towel and said something comforting.
When taking medicine, she was afraid of my pain, so she held my hand tightly ... I didn't know that He Jiang's clothes had turned into red stripes until I walked out of the infirmary. The next morning, I put down a white card in front of He Jiang, which wrote in black ink: "In the most difficult time, you helped me desperately, and sincerity is all you have."
He Jiang looked at it with a bright face. Her smile seems to say, "Friendship, joy and sincerity are you and me."
Friendship is like a delicate and fragile flower, which needs to be cultivated with enthusiasm and watered with sincerity in order to bloom beautifully for a long time. The flower of friendship is of course called sincerity.
In daily study and life, only by truly facing others can we gain something. Just think, if you are afraid that the other person will surpass you in your study, then sincerity will cease to exist.
He Jiang and I never hide anything, but we always think about what we can do for each other. To outdo each other, we stepped up our competition in study. We blush and argue about a problem, rejoice in each other's progress, and work hard for ourselves ... We are competitors in study, bosom friends in life, be honest with each other, and use our true selves.
We can reflect on ourselves while feeling sincere. Now many people are indifferent to each other because they don't really treat each other and life with their souls.
What is sincerity? If the relationship between people is compared to a thick wall, then sincerity is the key to open the window, dazzling and precious. What is sincerity? It is beauty, joy and hope! Come on, treat everyone and everything around you sincerely, open your heart and feel sincere! 2. Is sincerity absolute? Being sincere means being sincere, not lying, and being what you look like.
Everyone likes sincere people, but hates hypocritical people, and I am no exception. However, some people think that sincerity is absolute, no matter to whom or under what circumstances, it must be 100% sincere.
This view, at first glance, makes sense, but on reflection, there is a problem. Think about it. When the Japanese invaded our country on a large scale, if all China people adhered to the principle of treating others sincerely and the old saying "I can't be unfair to others", would we still have a happy life today? So sincerity is not absolute, and its code cannot be sincere to the enemy. It should be tit for tat, blood out.
Some people may say that you can be insincere to your enemies, but you should always be absolutely sincere to your friends! In my opinion, not really. It depends. What if your friend has an incurable disease and you tell him the truth sincerely? Maybe this will accelerate his death. Is this the ending you want to see? Some people may say that you can't be 100% sincere to your friends, so you should be 100% sincere to your loved ones! In my opinion, not really.
Please think about it. When Zhuge Liang's brother Zhu Gejin asked Liu Bei for Jingzhou on behalf of Soochow, what did Zhuge Liang do? He asked Liu Beixian to refuse, and then cried for his brother. Liu Beicai pretended to promise to return Wu Dongsan County first, and asked Zhu Gejin to take a letter to see Guan Yu. Guan Yu understood the intention of Liu Bei and his military adviser, saying that he would not approve any foreign military orders, but just refused to give them to Zhu Gejin, leaving him empty-handed. Zhuge Liang is sincere to Liu Bei, but not sincere enough to his own brother.
There is nothing wrong with this, everyone has his own interests! Obviously, sincerity is not absolute, but relative. When the interests of relatives conflict with the interests of the collective and the state, we should choose to be sincere to the collective and the state. Besides, don't you have any privacy? You want him or her to know you 100%? Being invisible in front of everyone? Are you willing to spread all kinds of stupid things you have done before? Therefore, there is no absolute sincerity, and if there is, you will not exist.
In a word, sincerity is relative. Treat people sincerely, depending on the object and the situation. Sincerely, the first math class in the cram school is the happiest class in my memory. From the moment the math teacher walked into the classroom, I thought she spoke beautifully. She is a young female teacher and looks a few years older than us. Her fair skin and bright eyes are full of love for her students. Sure enough, she speaks beautifully, as beautiful as her temperament. That day, class was over. I flew home like a bird. I talked to my family about the beauty of math class. From then on, I became interested in mathematics. Every time after class, I go home and consciously do the examples the teacher said in class. I remembered something important. In the second math class, the teacher asked several students to do problems on the blackboard. Finally.
The topic of (Truth) needs to be covered with yellow sand all over the sky. When the horizon in front of us crosses the barrier of time and space, and when the world of mortals rises with unyielding faith, I see that the real heart is like a beautiful flower, which proudly blooms in every ring of history.
Two hundred gold can't buy a grateful smile from a red-faced man, a beautiful mansion can't buy a beard to bow down, a big official title can't buy a seven-foot man to swear allegiance, but a red rabbit horse makes a generation of martial artists bow down three times. Meng De asked, "Do you value animals but despise people?" Yunshang's answer resounded through the ages: "With this, Kyle will meet his brother one day."
That forceful answer engraved his most sincere feelings for his brother, so later generations told the most beautiful story about the truth. He used a bald pen and oblique short paper to engrave the most sincere attachment to the great man and waved a sheep whip. He chose to be the most sacred watcher of Alpine Snow Lotus.
He sang the song of 19 years in the yellow sand, remembered his loyalty to the big fellow with wisdom, sublimated that bare knot into an immortal legend, and wrote a tragic song. He fixed the skinny sheep as an eternal legend and left a feat for future generations. Therefore, sincerity has become the most beautiful entrustment he left to future generations.
The "Eight Wonders of Qinhuai" eclipsed the Jiangnan literati in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Li did not give in to Ruan Dacheng's * * *, hit his head against the wall and threw a peach blossom fan, and parted ways with his renegade husband Hou Chaozong; Dong Xiaowan cuckoo wept blood and advised her husband to risk crossing the border and not to be an official court; Liu urgently needed a bosom friend. When her husband Qian Enemy at the Gates, she had to jump into the river with him and commit suicide.
Funds are also shrinking. Although they were not stained with mud, they used their most sincere feelings for the Ming Dynasty to let people know that the truth was everywhere.
They threw themselves into the flames like fire, and they went to danger with the interests of the masses. They defended the lives of others with their own lives, and even defended the lofty profession of armed police firefighters. Hengyang fire officers and soldiers-their heroic spirit of risking their lives and forgetting their deaths will remain in history forever, and the heroic scenes will remain in people's hearts forever, which is the greatest interpretation of the true feelings.
Years have passed, and things have changed for five thousand years. It is they who let us know what is true love and what is dedication.
The true feelings thousands of years ago are still touching today, and thousands of years later, today's true feelings will also touch future generations. "Today, people don't see Gu Yue, and Gu Yue still shines today."
Although Fan Zhen has clearly pointed out in "Deism" that "people will die in form and spirit, leaving nothing behind", no one can take away the true feelings. Not every seed can't find a place to take root, not every tree is ravaged by storms, not every song floats in the wind, not all rivers of true feelings are lost in the desert of the soul ... It may be a fashionable move in today's society to carefully paint yourself with protective colors to avoid being "transparent" at a glance.
Take me for example. In the eyes of my parents, I am a shy and unsociable boy. Among my classmates, I was portrayed as a lively and happy "ADHD" patient. Most of the comments my teacher wrote to me were "Enhance the spirit of hardship and self-control …" People are a polyhedron, and sometimes "seeing is believing" is inevitably wrong. The ancients said that "knowing a son is like a father", and I want to say "knowing your friend is like yourself".
After several measurements, I finally found the "true self style"-impatience. When I was in junior high school, I lost a good friend because of a sesame big thing. At that time, because I was not calm, I used my childhood madness to hurt people.
So, we ignored each other and went our separate ways. Since then, there has been a lack of a pair of good partners who learn from each other in the classroom and a pair of excellent partners who cooperate tacitly on the basketball court.
Open-minded by nature. Speaking of which, I'm not bragging. I am absolutely generous and open-minded. I don't mind lending you a valuable reference, which is an inseparable repeater and electronic dictionary. I won't show any embarrassment.
Boys, be open-minded, or you will be in trouble if you get the nickname "Iron Rooster". I am also very open-minded, because I don't like crying and don't want to be coy.
I hate people's duplicity and hurting people behind their backs. Talk, don't leave you three points, live ammunition, everything is clear and neat.
I have always believed that being open-minded is also a kind of beauty. Humorous people who get along with me can easily find that I am still a humorous and joking person. Where there is me, there is laughter.
Isn't it? On the basketball court, the game entered a "white-hot" stage. Our team often makes mistakes, and many players are impatient. At this time, I received a pass from my teammate, a beautiful passer-by, and then jumped high and shouted "slam dunk"! Helpless to jump to the top, but also with the rebound gap is very big, so we have to sigh: "wipe the board!" " "When the ball touches the net, the atmosphere on the court becomes relaxed.
Everyone played better and better, and won the game with great enthusiasm. This, I can play a big role! Anyway, this is me, a real, full of personality! A downpour has just arrived in this city. After the rain cleared, a rainbow bent on the horizon in the evening.
I went to the window, stared at it, and said, "It's beautiful." "Yes, at least it seems so."
who is it? It seems that the voice from the bottom of my heart makes me tremble all over. All right, I'll find out.
As if I were out of my body, I saw myself flying out of the window and running towards the rainbow. Seven gorgeous colors came to me, and I was more and more amazed at its beauty ... Zhang Yi promised the King of Chu a territory of 600 Li, the King of Qin would exchange 15 cities for Choi, Liu Bei borrowed Jingzhou, and Li Zicheng shot three arrows to ensure strict military discipline to the Beijing people. In the Great Leap Forward, the CPC Central Committee called on the people of the whole country to try to catch up with the beauty of the Premier League, and the managers of companies on the verge of bankruptcy assured shareholders of their profits ... The rainbow disappeared! I should stand in the rainbow, but there is only fog around me.
"It looks beautiful ..." In the vast fog, I seem to see the king of Chu who was deceived and furious, and the king of Qin who helped the wall not to mention the city, and lost a helpless sun quan. When the sun was getting darker and grayer, I saw a more terrible scene. I broke into the city, raped and plundered everything. In the three years of economic difficulties, people were hungry and ate up the last money of the company.
5. The junior high school composition "Sincerity" is 600 words sincere, just like a drop of dew in the morning, pure and transparent, and also like a brilliant rainbow after the rain, perfect and elegant. Sincerity is an information bridge between people and a castle of friendship. People should be sincere to others. Sincerity is a belief.
I remember it was in the fourth grade. Although it has been two years, I still remember it vividly. On the day after school, my friend Ran Ying excitedly said to me, "Yuan Yuan! Let's go swimming in the swimming pool next Friday afternoon! " I am helping the Chinese teacher organize the courseware. When I heard her calling me, I nodded as if to cope: "OK, just wait for me at the library gate at 3 o'clock that day!" " Seeing that I agreed, Ying hurried out of the classroom. Before leaving, she did not forget to remind: "Don't forget!"
By that Friday, I would have forgotten it. My mother and I went shopping. We didn't go out until after 5 o'clock and went home by bus. When passing by the swimming pool, I suddenly found Yingying standing at the door of the pavilion. Then I remembered the agreement with Yingying. I stopped the driver and explained it to my mother in a hurry. With her mother's acquiescence, I quickly opened the door and ran to the lonely figure. When Ying saw me coming, she didn't ignore me as I thought. Instead, she took my hand and asked, "What's the matter at home? I know you will keep your promise! Listen, wasn't I waiting for you? Hehe! " I quickly asked, "Have you been waiting for me?" Seeing her nod, my eyes were red and my nose was sour, and I told stories intermittently. Ying took out a paper towel, gently wiped it for me and touched my head: "In fact, I have never been angry with you, really! I know you will keep your promise, because I sincerely treat you, and I believe you will sincerely repay me. Sincerity is the bridge of our communication ~! " I nodded, arm in arm with her and walked to the car together.
Sincerity is a bridge between people. It flashes in my mind like the morning star in the night sky, and the bright sun constantly reminds me that people should be sincere to others, and everything is fine with sincerity!
6. Write a short essay on the topic of "Truth". Honesty is a traditional virtue of China people. As a student, you should inherit this virtue from childhood and be an honest child.
It happened shortly after the start of school. That day, the Chinese teacher assigned a composition and asked us to write a comment. What should I write? When I got home, I looked through my composition book, but I just didn't know what to write. I thought to myself: My favorite comics are about to start broadcasting. How can I have time to read them before writing my thoughts? When I was in a hurry, I opened the "Giant Composition". Wow! It's really hard to find a place to get it after watching Knight with One Leg. I finished it quickly, made a slight revision, and the feeling of watching this one-legged rider safely jumped to my composition. Unexpectedly, the next day, the teacher read it as a model essay in the class. I can't tell you how happy I was that day.
Another Saturday, as usual, I came to the giant school to have a composition class. The affable business teacher wrote down what he wanted to talk about today on the blackboard: choosing the materials in life. Then, Mr. Shang told us that the composition material comes from life, so we should write what we have seen and experienced with our own eyes and have our own personal feelings. Only in this way can the material be true, and truth is the life of the article. Unreal articles, like lifeless people, lose their luster and are unconvincing. Writing a composition should be as real as being a man ... I don't know why, but I have an unspeakable taste in my heart. The teacher is right, writing a composition should be true, being a man should also be true, and you can't cheat. But I ... thought of here, my face * * * spicy.
After the composition class, on the way home, my heart is still churning. Should I admit it to the teacher? In the eyes of teachers, I am a good student with excellent academic performance. If I do, will the teacher? ...
When I got home, I took out the book "Honesty is priceless" I bought two days ago from the bookcase and saw an article "The Story of Washington and the Cherry Tree" in it. I saw: when Washington was a child, he cut down his father's favorite cherry tree with an axe. Knowing that he was wrong, he bravely admitted his mistake to his father. Dad not only didn't criticize him, but praised him as an honest boy. After reading this article, I made up my mind to admit my mistake to the teacher. So, I wrote a new article "Reading Honesty is priceless". The next day, I handed this review to the Chinese teacher Zhao and explained the situation to the teacher. Miss Zhao smiled and nodded and looked at me approvingly. While holding the composition paper, he patted me on the shoulder and said, "Well done!" Looking at the teacher's kind eyes and listening to the teacher's encouraging words, I am happier than when the teacher read my composition that day. Ah, I got my honesty back.
Honesty is more valuable than gold!
7. Junior high school life is really hard.
Twilight began to fall, and I lay prone on the window of the dormitory, listening to the dripping rain outside the window, looking at everything around me, so strange, looking at the road under the street lamp, as if everything had stopped. Only the running car is running, and only my homesickness is surging. "I want to go home" I shouted in my heart. Tears welled up in my eyes and dripped on my lips, which made me feel the taste of junior high school life.
In middle school, we have to race against time every day. In the morning, I left the warm bed, stretched myself and washed in a hurry. They rushed to every corner of the campus in twos and threes, busy reading in the morning. Lang Lang's reading woke up the sleeping birds in the forest. So many subjects need to be memorized, such as math, Chinese, English, history ... breakfast, morning reading, class, class, lunch, class, evening self-study, one day 1 1 class, to catch my breath and move on to the next link. There are many subjects to learn, one after another thick, which makes people dizzy. Learning this subject and forgetting that subject is simply a "beaten dog-regardless of head and tail." The learning difficulty is deepening. When encountering difficulties, self-confidence drops, and what increases is only anxiety and inferiority. After finishing my homework every night, there are a lot of extracurricular books waiting for me to read.
Alas! Life in junior high school is really hard!
As the saying goes, "Bitter first, then sweet", I think so! Life in junior high school is really bitter, but there is also a layer of sweetness in it. Although there are many subjects to learn, they have enriched my knowledge. Many bad habits and "incurable diseases" in primary schools have been gradually solved, and their thinking ability and observation ability have been gradually enhanced, which always gives people a feeling of being impressed. My autonomy is constantly improving, and I no longer have to stand on my parents' shoulders to pick apples. There are many junior high school students and more and more friends. Sometimes we chat together, happy from ear to ear. The teacher's concern is as warm as spring, which makes me feel at home at school again.
Junior high school life is really sweet and bitter, like a cup of coffee, emitting a strong atmosphere. Taste it carefully, with a hint of sweetness in bitterness. Sweet and sour are woven into a colorful net, which is our colorful life. Bitter before sweet is not a helpless choice, but an inevitable law of life. I still remember an American child psychologist saying: People who have a very happy childhood may not have a very happy adult. Children who rarely suffer setbacks will suffer greatly when they grow up because they don't adapt to fierce competition and complex and changeable society.
Living in middle school is like entering the vast sky, where you can fly your dreams and * * *; Experiencing middle school life is like climbing out of a bottomless purgatory, honing my will and strengthening my confidence. How can you see the rainbow, laugh, cry and taste the ups and downs without experiencing the wind and rain? This is a rich life.
8. Junior high school life is true () composition Junior high school life is true (happy)
Happiness is a very popular word, but in China's world, how many people have found happiness and paid attention to it? In the past few months of junior high school life, I found him beside us, playing hide-and-seek with us.
I remember when we first entered school, we all made a living by looking at other people's faces and didn't know what to say. We just giggled stupidly. Of course, we still know each other. The whole world is talking about it. I think this kind of "learning from old friends" is also happiness! I've learned that having friends is happiness.
In the orienteering competition, we have been far ahead, but on the last hurdle, the last small sign grabbed our feet, but we didn't win for a minute on stop, so we hurried to find a new team. Finally, watching the trophy that belongs to us be taken away happily by others, I really want to cry, but there is no reason to cry. In front of my eyes, our team ran here and there, and the process of running here and there gradually floated up. I smiled. At that time, I understood that hard work is happiness.
After winning the prize in the academic competition, the results are among the best in the class, and the prize is already in the bag. The students cast envious eyes and couldn't tell the beauty in their hearts. I see, being recognized is happiness.
At the sports meeting, the athletes sweated profusely and went all out. Runners' faces seem to stretch backwards because of inertia, jumpers are as light as swallows, they seem to have jumped from Africa to America, and they seem to have crossed the highest mountain in the world. The voice of cheerleaders seems to make the whole world listen to their voices and cheer for the students they support. This is really shocking. I am very excited to see them, and I am very happy. I've learned that supporting others is fun.
After the mid-term exam, the ranking moved forward again. I am very happy. I see, progress is happy.
Now, I understand, I found a happy hiding place. He is in a friend's body, in the sweat flowing after your efforts, in the recognized smile, in the cry of supporting others, in the footprints you stepped on when you made progress.
9. Writing a 600-word narrative in junior high school composition has a kind of love called appreciation.
On a busy evening, I walked alone by the lotus pond.
The setting sun slanted on the quiet and breezy lake. A few birds are singing, playing in the water, dragonflies are dancing on the slender lotus leaf, and the lotus leaf as big as an umbrella is propped up unscrupulously. Some leaves simply lie on the water, which is a playground for small fish. A small and straight lotus stem is supported by a pink blooming lotus flower, the petals are scattered orderly and naturally, and the flowers are light red without dazzling, making public without losing dignity. I don't know its excessive growth knowledge, only that it was born in the mud and grew in the mud. After a clear and turbid bath, it is still spotless, graceful and blooming vigorously.
I liked lotus flowers when I was a child. I don't know if it's because it's so beautiful in Ailian, or if I'm used to coming to this pool just for this sentence! "The lotus leaves the mud but is not stained, and the water is clear but not demon." Maybe the lotus spirit has influenced me. When I am depressed, lonely and lost, I like to come to the pool alone and take a leisurely walk.
Walking slowly at a loss, watching scattered people around busy welcoming the home of the day, ended the day. There is a small basketball court not far from the swimming pool, and several little boys are training leisurely. At this moment, a hazy scene appeared in my mind. I didn't have a chance to play ball and walk with you, but I knew that somewhere in the evening, I was out of breath and still fighting, so there must be one of them.
Or it's fate. In my world, you are like Yu Lian in a wide pool. I like that you can't get close, but I love you so much that I can only welcome you from a distance.
In that vast sea of people, I met by chance, and I never believed in fate. At first, it seemed that the road was narrow. Fireworks met and there was no intention of fighting. You are so mature, steady and sincere. Somehow, later, you influenced a cold soul with thorns, and your kind words made me laugh when I was angry. In trouble, your comfort and guidance will make me not afraid and tired.
If I hadn't met you, I don't know if I could have persisted until now.
If I hadn't met you, I don't know if I would rekindle my love. I always thought that I was an iceberg in the Arctic, which would not melt and would not encounter fireworks.
I believe that fate is fair and gives us the same amount, just how we appreciate it.
Knowing you is as accidental as dragonfly. You are still flying in the blue sky, and I am still rippling.
On weekdays, your words are as difficult as lotus root, annoying and sticky, but so true.
In life, you are as strong as a lotus. Although the financial crisis came at that time and we were all covered with a layer of black sand, you were still so confident. It was at the moment when your story was completely exposed that my heart felt sorry for you and you didn't. You still smile at it. They say the bank has been poor for three years. Besides, your family is not rich and even has some difficulties. In those days when I was confused about seeking business opportunities, seeing you running around and being a competent father at home, * * *'s maternal love (your lover works in other places) really made your nose sour and even hurt. When you tell me what you want to do, I don't know if I don't understand the market, but you are too risky, because the investment is not small, I am really worried about you, very worried about you. I can't help you in the distance, but I pray for you in my heart.