Autumn will come at last.
"A little awe-inspiring, a thousand miles fast, the wind" I sang Su Dongpo's Water Tune. Slowly walk up a withered slope.
The setbacks in life, like a dark cloud, hang over my heart.
Life is not smooth sailing, I understand. But I can't shake off the shadow of sad autumn.
Faced with many heavy burdens, I can't persist. I can't stand such a big pressure.
Scores are like a fishing net, hanging in the sky and exerting ten thousand pounds of pressure, depriving us of the freedom to fly. The so-called parents' attention seems to be absent, but it exerts a vertical upward force of millions of newtons on us, and also makes us lose the possibility of escaping from the ground. Rules and regulations have blocked our way out. When Lu Xun was a child, he could look up at his four corners of the sky, but we were kept in such a completely closed place that we couldn't see the sun all day.
Hide your face and bow your head, the shadow is getting closer and closer, lingering, and your heart is crazy and distorted. ...
A little beating flame passed by, and I caught a strange feeling. Following the light, my eyes shifted to my feet-
A golden chrysanthemum.
It is like a burning flame, a flame whose petals want to beat. Stretch on the surrounding grass ...
It also burns in my heart-the beating flame dances with hope and touches the dark clouds hanging over my heart.
I heard the groans of dark clouds, full of sleepiness and burning. ...
A ray of light from the sun hit my heart.