[Can't write very long essays]
Traveling back to seven years ago, I saw a very thin child.
She seems to be a rebel. She is always the last to arrive at school, her schoolbag is always flat, her expression is always smelly, and she is always alone.
As a young person of the 21st century who is enthusiastic, upright and helpful, when she tried to climb over the school wall for the fifth time to go to the bar outside, I finally stopped her and followed her with all my heart to persuade her to study hard.
The little kid stumbled, got up from the ground, looked at me impatiently, and said, "Auntie, you are so noisy."
If she didn't look exactly like me when I was little, I'd really want to beat her up.
But she was me after all, so I knelt down in front of her and persuaded her in a gentle way——
"Hey, little brat, if you pull it again, I will dig out the out-of-print comics you hide under the sixth tree on the right side of the school entrance and tear them up."
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The little kid endured the humiliation and followed me. After being unable to endure it for countless times, he finally asked with a stinky face: "Hey, that's not reliable. When are you leaving?"
I touched her head and replied kindly: "Wait until the day you return to number one."
The little kid slapped my hand away.
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Later, the little kid really returned to the first place, and I knew that the heavy rain that had been falling for seven years finally stopped.
*First person
*The title and text may change. In short, it is a story about heartlessness, gags, crookedness, adults trying to make a fool of themselves, rebellion, a barrel of dynamite, and a child getting on the right track.
Purpose: To be a person who can save yourself anytime and anywhere
