There is always a key for yourself.

Thousands of worlds, all beings, I am just an ordinary person, like a fireworks, only a moment of bloom in the long river of this time, and then the end of the time. However, there are always people who are constantly working hard, no matter in constant trials, in the unbearable sufferings of suffering, in the process of getting lost, there is always one place to accommodate you, there is always one place for you, there is always one waiting for you!

In constant trial

On the steep cliff, there is an eagle's nest. A little pink came out of the nest, and the big eyes of the yo-yo kept turning. It is so envious that the ant brother can walk around in the forest, so envy the fisher sister can swing its soft body in the water, so envious of the elephant uncle can absorb water with his nose. It wonders why it can't be like them? Its fluttering wings, fluttering in the nest, want to fly.

In the constant experiment, it finally flew up and flew to the blue sky! It found the key to it.

In the unbearable suffering

When she was two years old, she lost her hearing because of high fever. It is hard to imagine her loneliness and pain. When Li Lihua was a child when she first entered the deaf school, a "rule class" played a very important role in her later career in dance. On that day, the teacher slammed the elephant drum on the wooden floor and transmitted the vibration to the students standing on the floor, letting the children know what the rhythm is.

When the students were excited about the infinite vibration of their feet, Xiaolihua was kneeling on the floor. She pointed to her chest and told the teacher: "I like it!" She tried to feel different vibrations, and the petite body swayed. . She suddenly found out that this is a language that belongs to her.

In the unbearable suffering of the torment, she found the key that belongs to her.

In the process of getting lost

"Hey~ a broken sound. My world war with my mother broke out again. This time I left home without returning, and I slammed the door."

I don't know how these days my mother went crazy to find me, and I am still eating sweet durians.

After a while I remembered going home, habitually touching the pockets, empty. The heart can't help but fall. There was a silver light at the door of the house in the dark that caught my attention. As I approached it, my key was quietly hung on the door handle and inserted into the familiar keyhole. I sobbed softly.

In the process of getting lost, I found the key that belongs to me.

Everyone is unique and has a path of his own. Maybe our life is not going according to the track we are expecting. Maybe the key to open this road is by your side. Maybe you are looking for it now. But as long as you firmly believe that there is always a key to yourself, you will definitely use this key to open your own door one day.

The sixth middle school of Foshan Chancheng District, Guangdong Province: Liu Hongyun