High school inspirational article: High school "stunning"

High school inspirational article: High school "stunning"
After many years, Li Chengpeng, I will remember the cold winter many years ago. I lay in a white bed and looked desperately at the ginkgo tree outside the window. Sometimes there will be a ray of sunshine, bringing a dry and sharp The power, just like a doctor used a scalpel to cut my purulent appendix half a month ago, I can't escape.
The purulent appendix, which prevented me from following up the students who were fully motivated to pass the college entrance examination, and the doctor told me, "You have to rest for two months because you are suppurative appendicitis." At that time, I also glanced at the cut tail, which was like a damn bug on the surgical disk. I turned back and cried. I am a child who is not very good, but I really want to go to college. My mother often tells me the old story of "Squid Jumping Dragon Gate", so that I can leap from the first pass of life and lay it out for the future. Golden Avenue. But the appendix, but the ugly appendix like a bug, has been delayed for more than two months. For a junior high school student who is not outstanding, he almost announced the suspended sentence.
I am the child who has been squeezed down before I even rushed to the wooden bridge. I said to myself every day that the wounds are not healed under sorrow and constipation. I feel that I am suffering from autism, I don't want to see my mother, I don't want to see my classmates, I don't want to see all the people and things that may put me under pressure. The "How steel is made" is regarded as the oppression of me. Because I am not Uncle Paul Kochakin, I will not pick up the enemy and pick up the iron shovel to repair the railway... The hero is too far away from me, I can only exile alone.
I still remember that there was an old lady in the ward. She looked like Soong Ching Ling in her later years, but she was a little younger. Maybe she was very charming when she was young. She likes to play with a bottle of plum on the bed every day, carefully taking care of her granddaughter. She also likes to chat with me, but I don't like it. This makes her often very embarrassed, turning around and taking care of her granddaughter. I know that I am so wrong, very rude, but I don't want to talk to her because she is polite. I really don't want to talk, just want to be sad. Loneliness and sorrow have become weapons for me to defend myself.
The old lady knew that after I was born in Xinjiang, I finally broke through my defense line. Because she stayed in Xinjiang for nearly ten years when she was young, she could sing and dance, her dreams grew green, and she liked her young man, but she I just want to be the best girl in Xinjiang. Later, when she gave the border guards a pleurisy, she was sent back to the mainland with tears. She lived in the hospital for half a year, and it was also because of the root cause of her illness. "I have been desperate for a long time," the old lady looked at me and said, "I thought my dream was shattered. At that time, I was like you, looking out the window every day, but I didn't know what was outside the window. Until my life. For the first time, I learned to make a wish--it was a very thin old man, optimistic and humorous. He said, the little girl made a wish, the mood will be good, and the wish will soon be realized." My wife said that there was some kind of light in her eyes. "I looked at the little old man and looked at the gloomy sky behind the window. I said evilly, then I wish you could really help me. This is --- I want to see The sun suddenly appeared outside the window, and there were a lot of sunflowers growing. The old man thought about it, silenced it, and then walked away." "In a short while, the old man rushed back, holding a new curtain cloth bought from the street. Standing on the chair, I started hanging the curtain. I think he was funny and looked at his movements coldly—but the miracle appeared. When the old man hung the curtains, I found out that the whole ward was full of sunshine because curtain It’s all golden yellow sunflowers.” The old lady looked at me and said, “The story is finished, how, after that, I believe that as long as you make a wish and believe that the wish will be realized, it will be realized. ". I looked at the beautiful old lady, and my heart moved: "Then I want to see the snow outside the window, like the snow in my hometown of Xinjiang," the old lady said. "Then you wait, it will be a new year in a few days, I I believe you can wait."
People need to have a desire, at least the desire can make you hope in the empty time. From that day on, I hope to snow, and a white-bearded old man with a red hat came in from the chimney in the middle of the night, on my bed. The socks are filled with all kinds of gifts... Chengdu is not a city that is easy to snow. My waiting is very long. Whenever there is a trace of despair, the old lady will talk to me about the snowing situation of our common hometown Xinjiang. She recalled: Once, I made a big snow doll, the nose was made of carrots, and the eyes were made with abacus beads... I recalled: I hit the snowballs and swollen my hands, and went back to the old Dad is trying to use snow to lick my hand, not using hot water, otherwise the hand will freeze.
At this time, I still remember that on January 3, 1986, the sky began to snow, not as big as the snow in Xinjiang, but it was very gentle and delicate, and it quickly melted on the ginkgo branches. I was shocked. I and the old lady looked at each other and felt that life was really miraculous.
After half a year, I was admitted to the university and I was very good at it. Because after the snow that day, the old lady gently pulled out an eyelash for me and said, "Hurry up and make a wish. When you make the first snow, make a wish." My wish is: I want to test Go to college.