There is a little me in a corner of heaven and earth. In the sea of books, there is a great thing mathematics. I am like a blank sheet of paper, turning around, always a blank sheet of paper, superficial. Mathematics is like a kaleidoscope with a width of 0. 1 mm, and its meaning needs to be explored and deepened.

As it happens, I have been attached to mathematics all my life.

Looking at the present, I really think from the bottom of my heart why mathematics is so difficult. Seeing the word mathematics reminds me of countless numbers distorted into opinions. Eyebrows don't feel like kissing.

Poor math is my biggest headache. It's not that I didn't delve into it, and I didn't see why I couldn't learn well. But the final answer is doubtful. First, don't listen in class. No, it's not that I didn't listen, it's that I understand and don't understand. Second, do not do your homework. No, it's all wrong. Third, the brain is born stupid. No, if you were stupid, you wouldn't write like this. But mathematics is a bottomless pit, so I threw in countless question marks, but I didn't return an exclamation point (no period) after all. Logical thinking is too strong. I like Hua from the bottom of my heart, and I like being deeply moved by people. But it still has nothing to do with my liking for math. I hate math. But it happened that I was taught by the math teacher, and math was always in front of me. Swing like a star. To tell you the truth, I've fainted n times. (n can be equal to any number). But the more so, the more bored I am.

Now think about it, I got full marks in math when I was in primary school! Alas ~ that was our glorious past after all. Sometimes, I really bite my pen and fall asleep looking at numbers that are not in my world. And I made countless stupid promises, let me learn math well, make friends with math and make me smarter! Absurd wishes. And I dreamed one night that I would become a future celebrity. The crowd shouted, "Great Mathematicians". When I heard this, I woke up immediately. That dream has been a nightmare for me ever since.

When I just woke up from a nightmare, I saw my mother holding a pile of math materials for me to study. All the problems that my mother regards as treasures bear a grudge against me. See if I'm upset? None.

Now, the formal math homework has not been finished. Mathematics, I regard you as heaven, mathematics, I regard you as the earth! Math! I like you! Math, why don't you like me? Math! Math!

The story of me and mathematics is not to be continued.