The final exam is approaching.

The day was full of self-study classes, and the atmosphere in the class was very tense. Everyone is reviewing carefully, and there is only the sound of "shua shua" in the teacher's room. I am reviewing my weakness-Chinese.

As soon as the bell rang, my deskmate leaned over and asked me how to spell the English word "injured". I kept a diary in her notebook.

In a word, and then stay away from her. Seeing my deskmate, I didn't care about her, so I turned around to communicate with the girls behind me.

In class, I was silently reciting an ancient text when suddenly someone knocked at me with a pen behind my back. I am the most annoying person to communicate when reviewing, and even more annoying when reciting, so I whispered impatiently to the back: "Ask someone else!" " "Then I heard a sigh, ignored it and continued to immerse myself in my" what is it? "

After lunch, I sat in my seat and basked in the sun. The sunshine in winter is very warm, and I am as lonely and stubborn as the sun trying to shine alone. I looked around at the people who had a heated discussion. I don't know what I was thinking. I just feel like I can't help shivering. Is it the wind?

I passed the exam and everything went well. I took an English test, and the spelling of the word is "injured", which is also used in my composition. I can't help but admire my deskmate, accurate! Then I took it for granted that I wrote it in Jules.

After the exam, everyone discussed the answer fiercely. I am a little cold, curled up in a sunny corner, enjoying my own world. Because there is only me and sunshine in the world.

My deskmate conveniently took my test paper, so I ignored her and only cared about myself. "ah!" Hearing her scream, I turned to blame her for making a fuss. She marked the test paper somewhere and said, "There is a spelling mistake here. There should be involved, no o ". I wanted to tell you in class, but you ... "

Ah-but 2 points, I comfort myself, but I can't help but regret my carelessness. Is this just carelessness? I seem to be out of place with this group of people, thinking, I really got a cold shiver. At first glance, the window was closed and there was no wind. ...

I think, at that moment, I should understand, so I raised the truth I realized to a new height.

At that moment, I took a new step.

"Jinse" ... reading this poem, I feel the same as before. The long-entrenched figure in my mind began to fade away from the gloomy shadow and gradually became clear. In front of the dressing table, a woman of the Republic of China combed her gray hair with a mahogany comb and raised a sweet smile on her mouth. This woman, her name is Fu Jinse, and I call her wife.

The first change in my life was her-it inspired me.

My wife's life is like a dusty history book. After losing her husband in her early years, she witnessed the establishment of New China, the turbulent Cultural Revolution in ten years, and the reform and opening up in the 1980s. In a word, she is a strong woman, and I love to see her smile. It's beautiful. Ten years, ten years! Alas, it's really been a long time, the tenth anniversary of my wife's death, but I still remember those little things when I was a child.

At that time, my wife and I were put in foster care together. In the evening, my wife put me on her lap and enjoyed the cool in the yard. The big cattail leaf fan kept waving in the air ... Sometimes, my wife would teach me some Tang poems that she only knew, and I followed her: "I woke up easily in this spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere ..." At that time, I naively asked: "Madam, do you have any poems with your name?" My wife smiled and shook her head and said that I would tell her when I was older. I nodded firmly.

Later, my father took me to the city to go to primary school. I almost never went back to my hometown until I heard the news of my wife's death. When I saw my wife, my mind was in a mess. I can't even see her one last time. I cried like that in front of everyone and couldn't say a word. ...

On Qingming Day this year, I took my wife's favorite white camellia to visit her. When my eyes swept the black-and-white photos in front of the grave, I felt sour again, and a handful of white camellias slipped from my hand. I cried again, madam. You know, I found a poem with your name on it, but you can't see it now.

There is chanting in the wind: "I wonder why my golden harp has fifty strings, one string and one column missing the past ... a moment that should last forever, and it has come and gone before I know it ..." And at that time, I suddenly understood whether people really can't live in the past all the time. Should we look ahead instead of obsessing over our ideas? It took me ten years to find this poem. In the next few decades, I will find something that belongs to me and take my heart to a new level.

I'm not lonely, I'm not lonely, someone is watching me in the sky and cheering for me.

At that moment, I took a new step.

That year, my father was working outside, my grandmother was in hospital, and I was the only one at home, living in my cousin's house.

My cousin is in grade three and I am in grade two. She is preparing for the senior high school entrance examination, but I don't feel the tension of her study at all. I read all my homework. Cousin has a bookshelf full of all kinds of books, but she has to devote herself to intense review.

Once, I was reading a novel, and the funny plot in it made me laugh unconsciously. Cousin doesn't like being disturbed by outsiders when studying. I know her temper, but she can't help laughing. She gave me a warning look. It seems that if I bother her again, she will eat me. So, I went to the next room and thought, I won't bother you now, but …

That day, my cousin flew into a rage and said to me, I'm going to take the senior high school entrance examination soon. You should know what a good high school is and what a bad high school is. Of course I know. However, I couldn't face her sudden anger, so I yelled at her. After that, we stopped saying a word. I couldn't stand the atmosphere, so the next day, I moved home.

After the senior high school entrance examination, my cousin never came to see me, and I never looked for her. Aunt came and told me that my cousin is only two points away from Shangyu High School. I said to my aunt, then buy some. She told me that if your cousin bought it, she wouldn't buy it if she didn't pass the exam, so she was sent to another high school. I asked, "What did she fill in?" "She only filled in a Shangyu high school and nothing else. Last time she came to the south of the city to sign a contract, she didn't sign it. She is very confident, and you are not ignorant. " I have reconsidered my words. If it weren't for my quarrel with my cousin, she would still be admitted, and now there is no school. Should I apologize? According to my aunt, she cried as soon as she heard the senior high school entrance examination. She hasn't eaten for a long time, and sometimes she cries while eating. Looks like I'm the culprit.

I finally went to apologize to her. She said that it doesn't matter. You should also study harder. I don't have a school now. I can go to a similar school.

Since then, I seem to have learned a lot and feel that I have reached a new level.

At that moment, I took a new step.

When turning over the book, a ginkgo leaf fell to the ground. I bent down to pick it up and found that it was given to me by my deskmate when I graduated from primary school. I don't remember if I wanted to cry at the beginning, but now I'm in tears. On the back of Ginkgo biloba leaves is written: "Take care, friend!" " "I don't know if I was touched at that time, but in retrospect, I feel that I have lost so much.

I know I am rational, but some people think I am cold-blooded, because few things can move me, and I will never be moved by some small things. To this end, I have been complacent, but I don't know what others think.

I remember a friend once sent me a sentence: the reason why we passed by was not because we missed each other, but because we were less moved. I didn't care at that time, but now I think it's quite philosophical in retrospect.

In the third grade, I have a lot of homework and I am very nervous about my study. For this reason, I often have to burn the midnight oil. On Sunday night, I started my struggle at my desk again. I am doing math problems, and math is my weakness. The mid-term exam is coming soon, so it is impossible to make up for it.

Just as I was doing the calculation, "little boy, I made dinner." Would you like some? "

"Don't eat, don't eat, I still have a lot of questions to do! I'm bored to death, alas, remember to knock next time. "

"Oh!" Mother said like a pupil.

I continue to drift in the ocean of problems.

"Knock, knock-"Mom came again.

"Come on in! Why are you still here? I said I wouldn't eat. I didn't see that I was busy! "

"I think, you don't eat food taken late at night, can you drink some milk? I heard that drinking a glass of milk at night will help you sleep. "

"Well, let go!"

Mother went out quietly again.

When I finished my homework and reviewed my lessons, I found that the light in my mother's room was still on. I thought: I am watching TV series again. At this age, I still take watching TV seriously

When I turn off the light and go to bed, "Knock, knock!" The door rang again, only the sound of the door being opened and closed was heard. Then I heard my mother turn off the TV.

In the dark room, I suddenly understood everything. I didn't know what it was like to be moved.

When I learned to be moved, I found that I grew up and took a new step.