From a week ago, I just went to the bathroom. I don't know who played a joke and gave me a push. As a result, I "emptied" from the twelve steps, "click" and "it hurts". I lost the face of a gentleman and jumped up and down like a madman. It hurts!
Later, I lay in bed alone, motionless, and turned on the TV. Ah, why did I still tell the story of three little pigs? Change the channel, "Wolf", change it again, "Magic Pen is Good", change it again, not suitable for children, change it again, change it again, change it again ... Finally, it is better to have a black TV. Want to play computer, but don't know the password; Sleep, but a moment is precious; Learning is impossible, it is rare not to go to school, what to learn; Let's talk on the phone. The students are all at school. Who will answer? What the hell should I do? Only then did I know what loneliness is. It seems that there is only the old trick-counting money is like a year. I count and count, and when my own count is over, I borrow my father's count, my father's count is over, and then I borrow my mother's count. It's all over, so I have to count again! Only every bill is wet with sweat, and every coin makes my hands grind old oil. I only looked at the clock for half an hour! It seems that only-go to bed, although money for a while, but this money, I am throwing caution to the wind!
Finally arrived at this day, which day? On the day of recovery and flying over the playground, I want to tell the world that I can walk! I walked lightly into the classroom. I thought everyone would be caring and attentive to me. Unexpectedly, the students all said in unison, "Brother, teach us how to sprain our ankle!" " ! That's very kind of you. During your rest days, we wrote five compositions, made three papers, took five exams and ran around the playground six times ... we also had to sleep at home! "Oh my god, how did that happen!
I still don't understand, is this sprained foot good or bad?