The sky at night is gloomy, only the stars and the moon bring a few rays of light, and the branches in winter are bare. At night, it is very penetrating, the cold wind is rustling, and the light of the stars seems to be blown out at once.
I walked alone on my way home with a heavy heart. The report card in my hand is like a gray feather in the wind. I really want it to be blown away by the wind, but suddenly a voice in my heart tells me: no.
The dim light was slightly on. I walked to my grandmother step by step and my report card was taken away. My head naturally lowered, staring at the ground as if there was money on the ground.
"Grandma, I" was interrupted before I finished. "How bad is it? It's okay. Don't lose heart. Work hard. I believe you will do well in the exam. " Grandma smiled, patted me on the head and encouraged me gently.
I looked up in disbelief. In the dim light, grandma's face seems to have aged a lot at once. Her face was covered with wrinkles and she smiled. In my eyes, it is like a blooming flower, very beautiful.
The haze in my heart seems to be dispelled by this smile, and the stars in the night sky seem to be blown out by the wind and lit up again. Hope in my heart is like a candle that has been blown out and lit again.
It seems that at this moment, the sky is no longer dark, the starlight fills the whole sky, and small green buds appear on the branches, which are green and lovely.
I see, failure is not terrible. What is terrible is the haze in people's hearts, but this haze will also dissipate. This scattered process is a kind of wonderful, just like rainbows, blooming flowers and twinkling stars after rain, all of which are beautiful and wonderful.
The stars are twinkling, and the flowers blooming quietly in the night sky are wonderful.