Growth in the us, suantiankula, walking on the growth of waterway, head of the sun shines we walk footsteps, of course, the sky is not always clear, rainy season to speaking with you.

　　Graduation season time, for me is black, immersed in the academic life, as if through a swamp is full of thorns, but the result is not necessarily, perhaps return is picturesque scenery, perhaps return is vastness. My days as the rainy season, endless.

　　The rain has been. I sit by the window alone to taste a cup of green tea, leisure in grade nervous learning. Pale green leaves in the bath of the drizzle outside the window more pure and fresh, full breath light rain in the air, everything is so beautiful. Only teenage years, I forget time, forget the energy, ran to the distant place, blindly seek that in mind, the sea, Facing the sea, I got a change of mind and also have the courage to face life in the future. Thought so hard I will have a good return, however, think again my exam achievement is not ideal, in the mood to a trough.

　　"Well, your test paper." Little busy sending paper handed me A picture with A fork fork test paper, and A look at the score on the exam paper, I heart cold. Look at other students happily, holding his own paper discussed at the scenery the answer, I only feel groggy. The teacher on the platform knocked on the table: "everyone get the papers? The exam is good, but some of my classmates......" The teacher no longer, the temperature dropped to zero, I only sleep around me I feel the teacher sweep me like a knife sharp eyes I hasten to bow their heads. Teacher cleared his throat: "well, this paper bring back for parents to sign, that school! By the way, I wish you all a happy National Day!"