When the sky outside the window is only slightly bright, the harsh alarm sound reminds me that Xiaoxiang, who is sleeping in bed, has no choice but to earn her eyes. With her right hand, she habitually presses the alarm clock, and the harsh sound finally stops. Xiaoxiang got up and dressed, then said good morning to her mother who was making breakfast, and went to the toilet.

Xiaoxiang walked on the way to school with his head down on his backpack and touched his throat. Last night, he roared his throat out. He had a good sleep. Ah, this is the only thing to be happy these two days....