The sky is gray, and the earth is shrouded in milky fog, which looks so hazy and dreamy. Spring, which was supposed to be full of vitality, somehow became silent. "Da-"The rain fell gently, as if God was crying for me.

"Hoo-"A gust of north wind blew the paper that was not clamped firmly to the ground. 89.5, this bright red number is impressively posted on the score sheet, which has been tugging at my heart. Unconsciously, two lines of tears rolled down.

After school, I trudged home, and my father's convulsive face and my mother's overbearing hand came to my mind. Even the way home is imitated.

The Buddha has grown so big that there is no end in sight.

"Ga-"I opened the door, and my parents saw me crying and asked me what was wrong. Somehow, I can't say a word. I just threw the paper on the table and ran to the room to cry. Maybe he wants to avoid responsibility, or he may be knocked down by difficulties.

Needless to say, dad knocked at the door and I didn't say a word. "* * *, come out and let me show you something." "No, I'm not going out!" I shouted. "Frustration won't ..." "I won't listen." I interrupted my father. "Look outside." I did this, only to see a grass standing proudly in a large ruin, struggling tenaciously in the wind and rain, and every setback made it stronger. "Where to fall, where to stand up. The meaning of life is to dare to fight. What about the big wind and waves? The eagle is still flying. Every catastrophe will make people more mature and stronger. As long as you are brave, you can't get through. It's no big deal to smile. I quit. I won't bother you. " Suddenly, I was lost in thought. ...

It was still raining, but my heart suddenly opened.