If everyone has a light in their heart, then the world will not be dark.
The study life of the second year of high school is busier than the first year, so I couldn't find time to record anything. What should I record? I feel like I haven't had much input recently, and there doesn't seem to be much going on in life. It's like the Curie couple spent a few years in the lab, and it would be quite difficult to write a diary every day. I believe silence and smiles are the best languages in the world. I often keep silent, not because I have motor aphasia, but because I have too much to say and can't express it all.
Since elementary school, I have always found it easy to "hang myself on one tree" in making friends. There are always some friends around me who I think are very close, but in reality, these friends don't see me as important as I see them, and the friendship gradually fades away.
Recently, the school rewarded us with red envelopes. I brought the money from the red envelope back home, and my family allowed me to use a portion of it, some of which I converted into cash. Perhaps I am sentimental, but whenever I think about money, I can't sleep. Every penny at home can be useful, so why not this money of mine? Money in the hands of parents has only one purpose - to spend it immediately. Previously, my mother told me a story: Alipay's Huabei repayment is due on the tenth of each month. My mother's salary was just deposited into the bank card, and within ten minutes, it was transferred out, leaving only fifty yuan. It seems like this money is kidnapping us, no matter how much we say, we can't change the situation. This money seems like it should give me a little, but they wake up every day thinking about how much money they have to pay next.
These days, there are a few copies of "Sailing" 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 really there. After a while, I carefully read my own article and found a mistake that I hadn't corrected, feeling regretful. I was also very conflicted about the mistakes that appeared in the newspaper I had edited before. I must have reached the "late stage" of perfectionism.