Thinking of this, I got up and gluttonously ate an apple and a bowl of fried rice with eggs...
Then, I turned on the computer and planned to Looking for a lively comedy to cover up this inexplicable feeling.
I wonder if the reason why people sometimes like to recall things in their youth is because of their stubbornness or willfulness at that time, which is the most true expression of their hearts. After those days, in the attributes of living in society, do you live a side that you have never seen before? Maybe the love in the student days is a matter of vanity, hormone secretion is booming, and there is an urgent need to prove that you are a popular opposite sex from some aspects. It's strange that I rejected you.
Back to the topic, aren't you writing a movie review? Seeing the pink notebook in the film proves once again that you can't write anything or keep a diary, it's better to find a tree hole and complain.
When I saw each other on the campus, it reminded me of one thing. The first grade of junior high school had a lunch break one day, and it was not as quiet as usual. Many classmates gathered around a certain girl's seat, discussing something, and I joined in the fun. I walked around, and someone pulled me and said, "There is also you here, let's see how she likes to be in front of the teacher..." To be honest, I still can't remember exactly until now. The cause, process and result of what happened that day, it seems that I never went to school there that day, and I don't know who first took a peek at the diary, and things seem really weird today. I saw a boy pick up the book and read something, and what he wrote was nothing more than what was wrong with the classmates in the class, and the little girl's mind was not the same, but once these words were spoken, they were still unpleasant and uncomfortable. The problem is that no one in the class seems to be spared from being written, except for a few. I don't know how long it has been so noisy, the owner of the diary came into the classroom and came to class, that ordinary girl. What kind of dramatic conflict it was at that time, but I don't seem to remember, or I hid, I really can't remember. I was wondering what would happen today? It was childish violence that cut her off. She seemed to be crying. Some boys who were disgusted in her school days were scolding her, and those who were not written by her were mocking her with a certain level of loftiness. This is really unbearable. Maybe I also sneered at her at that time. After a few times, why did such a thing happen? Later, she didn't seem to come to class, and just transferred schools. I can't remember if the teacher asked about this. I don't
know what I want to express. What is youth? Is it the rage of the group? I also became that girl in the second year of junior high school and was isolated by Zhou Zhong. Of course it wasn’t because of the notebook.
In the end this doesn't look like a movie review. Well, read it as a joke, incoherent clumsy writing.
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