The Pen and Ink on the Paper, the Sunny Sky at the Corner of the Eaves

The autumn wind blew away the heat of summer and also blew the ringing of the third grade bell into the classroom. The exercise book on the desk is a little thicker, and the scent of pen and ink flowing across the pages, mixed with the scent of osmanthus wafting from the window, has become the most special smell in the first semester of the third grade of junior high school. Jay Chou's song is playing in the earphones, and next to the function image on the scratch paper, a sunny day on the corner of the house is secretly sketched. The sound of reading in the morning reading class is mixed with small notes passed to and from classmates, writing about unsolvable problems, and also hiding the ignorant thoughts of young people. We were groping for the rhythm in the anxiety of the first monthly exam, chewing on knowledge points under the light of evening self-study, thinking that the third grade of junior high school was just countless test papers, but we did not realize that the sunny sky on the corner of the eaves was mixing the hard work of the young people into the autumn morning light. The November wind swept across the playground, and the figures on the track were still moving forward. The words on the paper were full of stubbornness that refused to admit defeat, while the sunny sky at the corner of the eaves always hung above the head, like the dream about the high school entrance examination in the young man's heart, bright and hot.