Life can be chosen by oneself

The peach blossoms at the end of the lake opened, just a few days ago.

I have dreamed of countless times, and when I was in a strange flower, I had my own figure in the crowd at the lakeside. At that time, my mind was as simple and urgent as everyone else, but my eyes were more confused and embarrassed than you. That year's senior year.

After ten years of grinding a sword, I got almost a piece of scrap iron.

In the year of Gao Yi, I almost turned myself into a piece of rust iron. Sleeping in class, chatting, watching comics, eating snacks, yelling at the boys behind, screaming at the young female teacher, and then smug and smug. It was a time of unbearable look, like a colorful black hole, it looked strange and spooky, but the ghostly attraction was unconsciously pulling you to the bottomless abyss. Then it slipped, so it fell, and what is even more sad is that it knows that it is falling, but it is incapable of changing. The power of habit is so great that I can't help but give up the last struggle and effort. Now think about it, it’s just cowardice, it’s just laziness. It’s just a seemingly sound reason for yourself to be self-deprecating. Everything is self-deception.

But at that time, no one came to point me at the tip of my nose, saying that you want to break the jar like this, just want to finish your life like this. Maybe they have given up on me, sometimes I think. Then it is ridiculously disdainful, disdainful and self-righteous and free and easy - who is rare. In fact, there should be someone at that time. As many people have experienced, pointing to my nose, poked my spine and said, you know what you are doing, you don't know what you want, you don't know what your future will be.

However, people who don't care anymore will have their own bottom line, just as deep valleys will have their bottom. Everything was like a slide, and I laughed down on the road. Finally I fell heavily underneath, and my head broke.

Perhaps, only when people are in pain, will they seriously reflect on which step they have taken, and they must fall to the point to learn to walk around. And this is a simple truth, but I have spent a whole year of youth to really understand. One year, 365 days, Mrs. Curie can discover radium. One year, Einstein can prove the square of E=mc. One year, a baby can learn to stumble into the arms of his mother. One year can make a vigorous period. Love begins to end. But this year, I only got that sentence. Fortunately, it is not a loss, it is not too late.

High bisection, I chose the text. You can't imagine how bad the liberal arts classes are in my middle school - three people are on the undergraduate course. What is the feeling of the three people on the undergraduate course? When I was quite content with my college classmates, I told me that they had a few dozens of Peking University’s class Peking University. I smiled lightly. The liberal arts class I am in is a liberal arts class with three undergraduate courses. What is more ironic is that all three are repeat students. I was in the eyes of everyone or helpless or ironic or ignorant, resolutely wrote my name on the registration form for the liberal arts. That was the best time I ever wrote in my life.

I just suddenly woke up and felt that my life could not be like that. Afterwards, many people asked me what happened. Maybe they wanted to hear a legendary prodigal son returning to me here. The only explanation I could think of at the time was this sentence. I just thought that my life should not be like that. past.

However, I still underestimated the impact of the past year. In the first monthly exam, I took the 12th grade. Perhaps this is a result that sounds unsatisfactory, but only conscience and reason are enough to remind me that it is a liberal arts class with three undergraduates. If you can't leave all the people behind, what is the difference between 12 and 120? I still remember the girl who took the first exam. It is an unseen girl, thin and thin, with thick pair of black-rimmed glasses, and the figure crouching on the desk is often awkward. And this impression comes because all people can only see her figure on the table. She has been the first person in the class to come last. I have always had an inexplicable rejection and feelings about that kind of student. I always think that you have something great. Isn't it a dead study? If I study hard like you, it is the first in the city. In fact, I still dismissed her until the test results came out. Then, I ushered in the most important class meeting in my life. I don't know what weight to use to thank the class teacher, because if it weren't for her, now I don't have to be anywhere. At the class meeting, she said: "This time is very telling the problem. The people who should be tested have all been tested." Then she glanced at me. I understood her subtext. That is to say, in her opinion, I belong to there is no reason to test. Ok, that bunch of people. Strange, I didn't actually blush. I don't know if it was too long, and I have already polished the original sensitive self-esteem unconsciously, or I still have no doubt about her words in the subconscious. I met her gaze with no expression. Her eyes just brushed over me calmly, and then continued: "I know that some people think they are very smart and talented. They look down on those students who study hard and hard work. They always think that it is inherently inadequate for people to fly first. But I want to say, you It’s just weak! You don’t try it, you just don’t try to work hard like them, because you are afraid that you can’t compare with them, you can’t take the first place, and you’re ridiculed, you’d rather Don't try, just because there is a risk of failure, and you can't even afford this risk, because, in your heart, you know that you don't know that ```````````` She said something, I can't think of it anymore. I admit that I was completely completely covered at the time, because of the words she said. "You are just weak ``````````. At that time, the feeling was that the thunder and the whole shocked the whole person. There was only one sentence in the back and forth: "You are just weak." She is correct.