That crying

Remembering that cry, it was when I was seventeen. I am a girl from the Jiangnan Water Village. I like literature. I often win prizes in the middle school essay competition. I am full of pride in my heart.

Participated in the joint entrance examination, won the first place in the regional arts section, and I was in the heart of Metz. I was very excited to see the admission letter from Shanghai Fudan University. I thought that the joint entrance examination is just like this. If you look at me later, I will write a few famous books and lead a Nobel Prize in Literature. It seems that the door to literature is beckoning to me.

My parents are also very happy. Near the beginning of school, the whole family is preparing for my school. My mother is in the trolley with the clothes I change often. I say goodbye to my good friends everywhere.

On the day I left the township, my father sent me to the school to report, my mother took me thousands of miles, and I said awkwardly: "Mom, I know, you don't talk about it." The car opened, I turned back I took a look at my mother. See the mother is still waving. In the car, I looked at the view from the window and spoke to my father, very relaxed and happy.

When I arrived in Shanghai and saw such a bustling metropolis, I couldn’t help but get nervous. When I reported to Fudan, I saw students who were as proud as me, and I immediately became confused. I felt that the pride of my hometown was meaningless. In fact, I am not really outstanding. Arrange the dormitory, go to the supermarket with my father to buy daily necessities, the bustling city of the big city makes me feel overwhelmed, do not know things north and south. I don't like the rhythm of life in big cities. I am full of people everywhere, or I like the quiet environment of my hometown.

When my father sent me to school, I went to live in the hotel. I took things and went back to the dormitory. Suddenly felt lonely, left home, left the family, went to a strange place, facing strange students, loneliness immediately filled my emotions, I put down things, sitting on the bed, nose one Sour, tears fell. I haven't prepared myself yet, I have to face my own life, and I have to leave so fast. I slowly cried out, and the older classmates came to comfort me.

I had to go to the hotel where my father lived. My father saw the sadness of my crying. I didn't know what happened. I slowly explained that I didn't want to leave home and didn't want to leave my mom and dad and my brother. My father’s eyes are also red, and comfort me: “In fact, we don’t want you to leave home, come to a strange place, you are also used to being spoiled by the little, let us rest assured. But for your future, the future road You still have to rely on yourself to go, you have to learn to be independent, learn to take care of yourself." I listened or shook my head and kept crying. My father only lived for a day and comforted me.

On the way back to school, I thought that it would be impossible for people to be carefree for a lifetime. People always have to grow up, and they have to step into the society. They are inevitably parting, lonely, and difficult. This is helpless. We need to go. face.

With red eyes, I returned to the school dormitory and started the school society. Later years, from freshman to senior, graduate students. Slowly changed from a younger sister to a big sister, but no more tears, seeing the new students who first reported to cry, I have the same feeling, and never ridicule. From childhood, juvenile ignorance to unprepared growth, stepping into the adult world, we will experience the irreparable past and the future. In the past, I used everything in the last half of my life to change it, and I couldn’t change it back. Only then did I cry crying helplessly.

And this crying is different from childhood crying because of hunger, mischief, sickness, but crying because it is the first time in life that I can't help but cry. This crying is how many years of life experience, how many times of life suffering, and the end of the world is slowly resolved. Maybe someone will not be able to escape this helpless loneliness for the rest of their lives.

After that, I slowly learned to be a one-sided life, knowing that I was not the one who thought I was self-righteous, nor that I was stupid when I was inferior. I was just an ordinary girl who happened to be smooth on the road of life. Thinking of that cry, I know that I will become stronger in the future.