ladder

I know that one day, I will pass the ladder of the clouds, and then proudly and proudly stand in the mountains, or take off the long-awaited moon.

In my memory, my sister and I said a word, "Your life needs to struggle. Only then, you will feel full and regretless."

So I chose to practice the word - a long process similar to the snail crawling.

A squared paper, a copybook, a pen filled with black ink. How to sit peacefully on a spotless desk. I know that as soon as I hold the pen, my struggle begins.

I am so sincere, so seriously appreciate and learn the fascinating handwriting on the copybook. The summer heat wave seems to have nothing to do with me.

One day, two days, I insisted. Three days, four days, I hesitated. Five days, six days, I seem to be giving up.

Why should I be so hard? Why should I give up? There seems to be no brilliant word for faith in the immature brain. At the same time, my sister’s words are lingering. “Your life needs to struggle. Only then will you feel full and regretless.”

The first time I held a pen with a body temperature so powerfully, I wrote every stroke so powerfully for the first time. I looked at a sentence in the preface: "One day practice, one day work, one day without practice, three days."

Why should I give up? Why don't I stick to it? I can't let my efforts go to waste!

So, even if I was lying on the chilly big bed and letting sleep fall - I can still read the wording, I still walked firmly and clenched my pen! So, even if I am enchanted in my favorite comic book, let me wrap my heart in the heart--I am still trying to practice the word, to hold my long-lost pen, enjoy yourself, and be proud of yourself!

I know that one day, I will be like the big cloth Li Bai, "Let's laugh out and go out, my generation is a Basil man". Looking back, I used to walk more than the ladder of the cloud, and then took off the long-awaited moon.

The second day: Lu Yijia