坐在叔叔的硬硬的上面写作业我的学霸日记

记得那天,我正坐在叔叔家里,那个小桌子上铺着一张老旧的木板,感觉就像是一块坚固的地基。我把书本和笔拿出来,准备好开始做我的数学题。这个小桌子是叔叔几年前自己动手做的,每当我坐下来写作业,就仿佛置身于一个由汗水浇灌成的历史时刻。

那些题目看起来如同密不透光的小黑洞,但我知道只要一点点耐心和毅力,一定能找到通往答案的大门。在这个过程中,我会时不时抬起头,看向周围,这间房子的每一个角落都充满了故事,它们静静地等待着被唤醒。

窗外传来了鸟儿在树梢上的欢快歌声,与此同时,我也在用自己的方式唱起了一首不同调性的歌曲——是我努力解答问题的声音。这让我感到既孤独又有力量,因为这份孤独,是成长的一部分,而这份力量,则是为了将来更好的自己而奋斗。

Uncle's Hardwood Desk: A Journal of My "Scholarship" Days

I remember that day, I was sitting at my uncle's desk, a small table with a wooden board on top. It felt like a solid foundation. I took out my books and pens to start doing my math homework. This little desk is something my uncle made by hand years ago. Every time I sit down to write an assignment, it's as if I'm standing in the midst of history nourished by sweat.

The problems looked like dark holes that wouldn't let any light through but I knew that with some patience and determination, there would be a door leading to the answers somewhere. During this process, I'd occasionally look up from what I was doing and glance around the room; every corner of this house was filled with stories waiting for someone to awaken them.

Birds' happy songs echoed from outside in the trees while at the same time, another melody began playing - it was me singing along in my own way - using different notes than their chirping song - it was my voice struggling to find solutions.

This feeling made me both lonely and powerful because loneliness is part of growing up while power comes from fighting for better days ahead for myself.

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