If everyone had a light in their hearts, the world would not be dark.
The second year of high school life is busier than the first year, so I haven't been able to find much time to record. What should I record? I feel like I haven't had enough input recently, and there doesn't seem to be much going on in my life. It's like the Curie couple "soaking" in the laboratory for a few years. It would be quite difficult to write a diary every day. I believe that silence and smiles are the best languages in the world. I often keep silent, not because I have acquired motor aphasia, but because I have too much to say and can't express it all.
Since elementary school, I have always been prone to "hanging myself on one tree" when it comes to making friends. I always have some friends that I think are very close, but in reality, these friends don't consider me as important as I consider them, and our friendship gradually fades away.
Recently, the school rewarded us with red envelopes. I brought the money from the red envelope home, and my family allowed me to use a portion of it, which I converted into cash. Perhaps I am sentimental, but whenever I think about money, I can't sleep. Every penny in my family is valuable, so why not this money? Money in my parents' hands only has one purpose - to spend it immediately. Previously, my mother told me a story: Alipay's Huabei has a repayment date on the 10th of each month. Just after my mother's salary was deposited into her bank account, it was transferred away in less than ten minutes, leaving only fifty yuan. It seems that this money has kidnapped us, and no matter how much we say, we can't change the situation. It seems that this money should give me a little, but they wake up every day thinking about how much money they have to repay.
These days, there are a few copies of "扬帆" at the entrance of our class. When I saw the name, I remembered the article I wrote during the Spring Festival this year. As expected, it was actually published in it. After a while, I carefully read my own article and found a mistake that I hadn't corrected, and I felt regretful. I was also very conflicted about the mistakes that appeared in the newspaper I made before. I guess I have reached the "late stage" of perfectionism.