Three Years of Absurdity, a Lively Scene

During my three years in junior high school, I was probably half crazy and funny, half secretly sentimental, and occasionally had a reckless passion. In class, I was distracted, making fun of each other with my classmates, chasing and making fun during recess, and causing all kinds of embarrassing things. Laughing and playing filled most of the time. We always use careless jokes to cover up our worries, fight against the boring daily life with noisy fights, and make the ordinary campus life full of excitement and fireworks. But behind the excitement, there is unknown confusion and loss. I will be anxious about exams, sad about the alienation of friends, and quietly emote about the pain of growing up. Those small sadness always quietly emerge after the hustle and bustle. We have also tried our best for our love, been passionate about small things, and moved forward side by side in confusion. There is no dramatic plot, only the most real appearance of ordinary teenagers: laughter is the norm, regrets are hidden deep in the heart, and passion hides the edge. This is a period of youth filled with stumbling, laughter and tears. It records my reckless and passionate, absurd but sincere three years.