Autumn itself is a season full of memories and a touch of sadness. When I entered the third day of the junior high school in early September, I was inevitably affected by autumn and became sad.

I remember that period of time, which is really the low point since I studied. No matter what the teacher said at the beginning of the semester that we should prepare for the middle school entrance exam in the last year, or what my family paid more attention to me than usual, I felt pressured. But it seems that my homework is deliberately against me. The harder I work harder than usual, the worse my test results will be. Finally, I collapsed, and my temper became more and more irritable!

Finally, I could not help bursting out of my usual deliberately suppressed emotions. On the other day, I took the test paper back to the parents to sign. My mother looked at the big "49" mark on the test paper and asked, "Why is this exam so careless, so much worse than before? Is it time to sign up for a cram school for you?" Looking at the bright red numbers, I finally shouted at my mother: "Score score! You know the score! In school, the teacher is telling us how important the score is every day, and how to do the problem to get a high score. Now that I'm home, what you care about is the score. No one really cares about me! " When I finished yelling, I grabbed the test paper and ran back to the room to cry. I cried and fell asleep.

By the time I woke up, it was already dark, maybe I had cried, let my emotions out. I began to regret my attitude towards my mother in the afternoon. I should not vent my pressure on innocent mother. I should apologize to my mother! Just when I wanted to find my mother, I found a piece of paper on the tea table. When I picked it up, it was written by my mother: Baby, my mother didn't know how hard you are now. Don't worry, my parents won't force you to do things you don't like anymore, OK? Don't repress yourself so much. My mother hopes to see a daughter with a smile on her face every day. I have something to do with your father. You didn't tell you when you were still sleeping. When the food is ready, put it in the refrigerator, take it to the microwave oven to heat it up and eat!

I watched the words on the note while eating dinner, and secretly made up my mind: I can't let this state continue to develop! So, I began to adjust my learning methods, developed a learning schedule according to the strength of the subject, and began to learn how to combine work with rest. I no longer forced myself to read books all the time, but listened to music to relax after reading books for a while... Finally, the emperor pays his respects, and my method works! I survived that period of confused days! Although I was confused at that time, it made me feel warm. When I sat in my room for a whole day on weekends to finish my homework, my mother would carefully ask me if I would like to go shopping with her. I knew that my mother was afraid I was too tired and wanted to let me go out and relax in another way

Unconsciously, the life of junior high school students that I hated so much turned into the warmest day for me. So, being sad is to live one day, and being happy is to live one day. In this case, why not live each day happily? May every day be a warm day.