I am on my way

The wind can blow up a large piece of white paper, but it cannot blow away a small butterfly, because the power of life lies in persistence and in disobedience.

--Inscription

Late at night.

At the moment, I sit alone at the window and do a set of mock test papers. The hour hand sneaked at eleven o'clock. The little lamp in front of the desk didn't complain, and it gave me light. I also seemed to be tireless and penalized.

Yes, we are about to face the senior high school entrance examination, and the road to life is long. This is the first level on the road. All I have to do is to swing my arms, raise my legs, and move hard.

I know that every path has a reason to have to travel like this, and every journey that has to be embarked on has a direction in which it has to move forward. I have my own judgment, I will not give up, I will not go blind.

However, my repeated performances were not satisfactory, and the rankings continued to decline. It seems that it is not directly proportional to the efforts I have made. It is followed by the ridiculous ridicule and disdain of others. They laughed at my futile efforts and mocked my retreat. I admit that I am sensitive and I have no way to be indifferent to the contempt of others. But I believe more, I am a butterfly that can't blow away. The fruitless tree is no one to shake. Only those trees with fruitful fruits can be used to fight with stones.

I didn't say anything, quietly reading, doing the problem, pretending to know nothing, and nothing happened. For some people, the contempt and negation of others is an excuse to give up, while for others, those are opportunities to grow and grow. And I happen to be the other part of the people. Instead of taking care of self-pity and self-blame, it is better to turn around and continue to run and prove yourself with action.

Walking on the road of your choice, even if it is paved with thorns, there are thousands of difficulties and obstacles, or there are heavy levels, and there will be unique scenery along the coast, full of colorful flowers.

I carefully grasped the problems and carefully understood an article and memorized a poem. I firmly believe that my life is full and colorful.

I don't expect myself to go very fast, and I don't even dream of going to the sky. I just want to go step by step and walk down. Even if I walk slowly and slowly, I can't see the speed, but I know that I am always improving. I will eventually reach my goal a little bit, close to the blessed land of life.

Looking back, the string of footprints twisted, a lot of detours, and traces of falling, whether it is successful or not, it is my most exclusive memory, witnessing my sweat and hard work, just as wonderful, the same Beautiful and beautiful.

Yes, I am on the road.

Third day: Cui Wenbin