I remember it was in primary school. Once, the long-prepared unit exam just came to an end, and I felt that my grades were not very satisfactory. I sat quietly in the classroom seat, clutching the skirts of my clothes with both hands, and pulled a picture? Bitter gourd face my feet droop at will, my eyes lose focus, I silently start to stay, and I sigh one by one. Suddenly, the harsh bell rang in my ear, pulling me back from my own world to reality. There are all kinds of voices in my ears, including confident voices and happy voices, but I can't find a figure as depressed as me. I stood up at once, and my classmates immediately turned their eyes to me. I grabbed my schoolbag and rushed out of the door. I don't care about the whispers of my classmates. I thought it was sarcasm, a great irony. Rushing to the playground, I threw away my schoolbag and ran selflessly. The biting cold wind can make me forget the failed exam for a while. It's getting dark. It's time to go home. I dragged my schoolbag slowly to the station, thinking about how to explain it to my parents.
The bus is surprisingly late, and my mood is getting more and more agitated. When the bus arrived, there was already a long queue of passengers. I can't help but sigh, why? Good thing? What is wrong with me? When I got on the bus, the man in front of me turned to me and said, you first! ? I paused and said in an inaudible voice? Thank you? , and then got on the bus. After getting on the bus, the man happened to sit next to me. I wonder in my heart why you want me for no reason. ? When you lose your ambition, you can't help sighing, and when you are down and out, you can't help feeling scared. . . . . . Three points are doomed, seven points depend on hard work, and love will win. ? Hearing this, I smiled, which was in line with my mood. Aunt said kindly:? I'm having a hard time, too. It doesn't matter. Just listening to music and relaxing. ? Suddenly, I was completely unprepared for her, but chatted with her easily. Later I learned that she was the parent of an unfamiliar classmate of mine.
When I got home, my parents and I talked about the exam. I told them frankly that the exam was not satisfactory. Just as they were talking, I said first: If I fail this exam, I will seriously analyze my own shortcomings. Lost once, there will be a second time. ? Mom and dad stopped talking and went to do their own thing. At this time, my heart hung for a day before falling, and I suddenly felt carefree.
A kind look will make people find light in the dark. A well-intentioned move may slowly heal the broken heart. A little kindness, I feel great warmth.