Taking advantage of the shovel to go to college

I am who I am, then I will smile quietly in my world, without fear of everything.

If I am a big river, I don't care about my cognac.

If I am a seed, I will not worry about my fruit.

If I am……

So many of them represent my essence. In fact, my most essential existence is that I am a rural child. After reading Liu Liangcheng's "Take the Iron Man into the City", I couldn't help but cry, of course, not for the poverty of our farmer's children, but for the mentality that we have stored in the embarrassment of the road. Going to the happiness of tomorrow.

"Through the iron shovel into the city, I am afraid of swearing!", although I have not seen Liu Liangcheng, a civilian writer, I know that we all have a "irony mindset", and I also know that this mentality comes from ours. In the bones. My "shovel mentality" is also my most distressed wealth. I will carefully treasure her and use it.

When we were young, we all had a hard and sturdy iron shovel in our rural homes, and my fathers and villagers would use this shovel to run between the thatched cottage and the rice fields. Even though natural disasters and the doomsday are deeply on our heads, why not, holding the iron shovel in your hand and getting out of the mud. Today, I will also walk through the start and end points of the shovel and the fearless "shovel mentality" in the silence and the hustle and bustle.

Walking into the examination room and entering the examination room of the college entrance examination, I prayed for 18 years. Today, I am standing at the entrance to this examination room, I am happy and calm. I took my shovel, all the troubles, hardships and even misfortunes have vanished. I am satisfied that I can take the college entrance examination. From June 7 to June 10, it was just that his own shovel went into another farmland, no different from every day of the eighteen years.

Looking at the iron shovel, I will use my big feet to walk through my college entrance examination and even use my thick and smart "iron shackles" to smile at each of my footprints. Footprint.

Whoever spends a poor childhood in his grandmother, Boi Li, whoever avoids the cold wind in the grass, who can take out the weight of the iron shovel. I know the joy and sentimental, smug and frustrated mentality in my bones, like a hand-held shovel.

The road ahead is muddy, but I am holding my iron shovel, afraid of it?