Lingering in Despair

As usual, Meng Xiaoxiao, who was already a senior in high school, stayed up until twelve o'clock before packing up her books and getting ready to go to bed. She opened her arms and stretched out: "Oh, I'm really tired. I wish my parents were around." But who can tell her to be disappointed? She came to this place not far away because of her poor grades, living alone in this low bungalow, no matter how hungry she was, there was nothing she could do. If her mother had been here, she would have served her a steaming supper. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile softly: "It's really sad. I just think of my mother now!" In early summer, put on your favorite, thin pink...