我常在失败后幻想,幻想开学后,我又会是一个朝气蓬勃的少年,在书桌上贴上学习的座右铭,刻苦学习。但随着时间的推移,我的意志被无形的“恶魔”吞噬了,没有了追求,没有了希望,没有了当初一点点的激情。我时常责备自己,怪自己为什么不能把理想变成现实。可每当这时候一种讥笑在背 I often fantasize after failure, fantasy after school, I will be a vibrant young man, posted on the desk study motto, study hard. But as time passed, my will was swallowed up by the invisible “devil”. There was no pursuit, no hope, no initial passion. I often blame myself, blaming myself why can not make the ideal a reality. Whenever this time a ridicule in the back