Went down to the playground, principal had a talk....

Went down to the playground, principal had a talk.

Walked in a hard step, took a deep breathe.

Our class teacher gave us the result paper,

Everyone was silent,

No any voice, No any noise,

I can only hear thousand of breathing sound.

Hold tightly, ready to open,

3...2...1...,3...2... I can’t,

I am not brave enough to open it.

It was going to be ok.

I think for a while,

Closed my eyes,

My excitement came to my heart, but sadness was waiting for me.

I slowly opened the paper finally gradually.

Opened my eyes slowly,

Wahl! My tears went through my both eyes.

I don’t want to go to this school,

I was thinking, oh well… I can apply for another school, may be it worked.

My class teacher was convincing me to go to this school,

My mother was thinking the solution for me.

I went out to the school door, took a slowly walk,

I really didn’t know what I can do,

Worrying, deeply anxious and struggling,

I tried to think about the advantage of this school.

Yes! I pick this school. I‘ll do well!

poem by Jenkin Tsui
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