My college entrance examination is not what I want, but it is wrong.

On the eve of the college entrance examination, I struggled to sleep at five in the morning, even if there were a thousand reasons to tell myself that I would treat it normally, but I could not do it. Two days later, I finished the English test paper, as if I had left half of my life, and more than 300 days and nights full of sweat and tears drowned me silently.

The hard-working people, the days are not lost, the salary is daring, and the three thousand can be swallowed. That was written in the book, and I was defeated.

The few dead parties with the best relationship, only I have not got a line. When I was determined to pack the textbooks and prepare for tutoring, I chose to read two books because I couldn’t hold back the pressure. Some of them went to Wuhan, some went to Beijing, some went to Chongqing, and only I stayed in an inconspicuous corner of Guizhou. Things are like chess, others are chasing and killing in their bureaus, and I am abandoning.

After each class reunion, listen to them talking about the knowledge in the university, only I am silent in the corner.

A few days ago, a reader commented on another article I wrote in my third year: "When I saw the phrase "When I was determined to pack the textbooks for tutoring, I couldn’t hold back the pressure and chose to read two books." I vomited blood for a moment, then silently said, let us read these three books?"

This reminds me of a conversation with a provincial key high school student. He asked: "When you are tired, how can you vent, I can't help it, I feel so weak. Many people with good character can use some frustration. 'Simple and rude' method, but my character is worse, I have a good sleep, and I am still annoyed with the problem."

I said: "All the strong, are soft and sturdy, the character is ground out, the failure is repeated, and the wall is constantly hit, and the scar is hard to defend itself."

He said: "I am not self-confident. I can't see my excellent place. A few friends in the class are better than me. I live in their contrast."

I said: "First of all, I must find some excellent aspects of myself and make that aspect into my own brand. For example, if I like writing, the university will spend half of the time on it. God will give everyone different talents and need to discover and Zoom in.” He was silent for a while, and I asked him: “How many points did you take in the provincial model?

"647, plus hearing."

I am silent.

Everyone has their own pressure, and they all have their own troubles. If the goal is Tsinghua, the pain of the test 647, and the goal is one, the score is less than 400, the same. So when you think that a person seems to have done a good job in your opinion, but it is too hypocritical to cry, it is a big mistake.

Before writing this article, there was a National Middle School Alumni Association that was waiting for me for ten years. The organizers did not even graduate from high school. They took a completely different life path from those who continued to study. He said that the cost of the party is out of his own, and no one should grab it. Probably we randomly sample ten people, and the one-year salary is not as good as his half-year income. It is true that knowledge changes fate.

Do not swear by the test, the test is not the loser, the road to the sky, each side, and then gather again after ten years, say no one is the tide of the times.

No matter how many points you take, can you go to the school you want to go to, don't worry. The place where you can go will definitely bring you unexpected surprises. The fascination of the college entrance examination is not a wish, but a mistake.

I still want to thank my university, thank you for the days when you lost your depression, you can only rely on writing, thank you for those nights that have been crying, and thank you for those professional courses that have not been remembered even after the high scores have been successfully awarded. Thanks to the girl I liked for four years, thanked the Chinese teacher who taught me the poetry creation, Zeng Xiaoying, thanked the psychology teacher Wang Shiyi who taught me the meaning of life, and thanked everyone who had spent all the luck to meet.

Going through June, don't say that life is not fair enough, and don't say how cruel the fate is. After many years, when you look back, you will close your eyes and sigh. Don't sigh for the fruits or twists and turns, just for the time that the whole heart has paid, the confidence is not dead, the dream is still on the road.