High school inspirational story

High school inspirational story

"The Post-High Three Life"

On June 10, 2019, it was already 4 in the morning. I have been sitting idle and doing nothing. On the screen, the handsome men and women in the Korean drama are still taking the trouble to tell the story of the prince and Cinderella; in reality, I ended the cruel college entrance examination, but still upset and overwhelmed. This evening of the end of the college entrance examination, I stayed at home quietly, everything was so cold and boring. I have imagined scenes of countless carnivals that have never happened.
My post-high three lives quietly in this strange cold.
In the next few days, the subtle tensions often lingered in my heart like a bug - unable to get rid of, tangled. The monotonous and lengthy time gradually pulled me to the edge of the void. There are times when I completely forget the time and space and seem to have returned to a primitive and ignorant state of life. I didn't lose weight because of sudden relaxation, but I was more energetic, but there was nowhere to release it. Looking back, this kind of life, more than one day, is a sin.
My mother could not tolerate my decadence and doing nothing, but forced me to go to a small town not far away. Several middle-aged women in the same trade are all people who believe in Buddhism. They propose to go to the famous local Xixin Temple to donate some incense. Out of curiosity, it was because of some unreasonable subtle mentality that I went there with them.
Passing through the dark side door of the temple, I suddenly felt that there was no hole in the sky. The mother has no heart to the Buddha, but when it comes to such a place, she will naturally be pious. She has already spent 20 yuan to buy a column of so-called "golden title" incense, which can not be said to me. After several times of extinguishing the candle, the fragrance in his hand finally ignited, giving off a rich and sweet smell. The world in the smoke is sly and mysterious, and there may be everything I don't know and want to know. When I passed through the main hall, I was held back by a businessman. She strongly recommended to me a kind of "happiness buckle" for praying. I have some heart. (Inspirational story) But I saw this woman pulling a huge and ugly paper box from the foot. When the box full of "happiness buckles" was written on the top of the hall, I suddenly felt a bit ridiculous. The desire to cross the minds of many parents and students is hard to match with the vulgar and cheap objects that are produced in batches in a low-rise workshop. But in the end I was willing to pay the money - I know, I am just paying for the uneasiness and fear in my heart.
Mother prayed devoutly in front of every Buddha statue, too lazy to ask what these gods are in charge of, and masturbation that the Buddhas are all connected. The long light in the temple glowed warmly, and everything was so peaceful and peaceful. The mother did not elaborate on her wishes, but I know that each one is related to me and is related to the college entrance examination. The life of the post-high school era is just trying to make yourself soak in dreams and ideas, and live in trepidation. Fortunately, some people are so accompanied, not stunned.
On the day of the announcement of the results, I was alone in the field. My mother called and asked if I wanted to know the score in advance. I only said that I must wait for me to come back. The mother promised at that end, there was obvious impatience in the tone - the impatience that I deliberately ignored. When I rushed home, I was already twilight, there was no good or bad omen, and the home was calm and suffocating. I dialed the enquiry phone, only the untimely busy line. Mother sat next to me and looked at me quietly. Every time I feel such a painful moment, I can always show abnormal calm, even indifference. For a moment, I almost thought that I was just contacting an old friend who had not met for a long time. Such a scene should have appeared countless times in a dream, but not once so unforgettable.
This kind of torture is enough once in a lifetime. Fortunately, the result is a wish. My mother has already smiled like a flower, and the tears in her eyes are like the autumn water. The crow's feet in the corners of the eyes, like the roses in the early summer, have shaken my young heart at that moment. I suddenly felt that all the efforts and expectations were just for this moment, and the autumn water in the eyes of this woman.
I am somewhat unprepared for the success of the exam. Because I have always been a person who lacks a sense of security for success, I always think that a successful person at this moment will fail in the next moment. The result of this idea is that I strongly persuaded the mother to be low-key and low-key, and she laughed and said nothing. When the mother talks with the outsiders, the tone pretends to be understated, but the pride and joy have long been desired, and they are full of ambiguity and longing for the admiration of all. At that moment, I suddenly realized that my so-called low-key is depriving my mother of the right to harvest blessings and that there is only one chance in this life. Maybe I am really wrong. In fact, what kind of artificial low-key, compared with the happiness that the mother should receive, what is it? Sometimes success is just a feeling.
Life is full of joy, and my mother sometimes understands this truth better than I do.

This result is enough to make me grateful for this college entrance examination. It is really ending my 19 years of chaotic life and opening up an infinitely broad future for me. I lost it, so I value it more. I know that nothing is taken for granted. All I can do is to cherish and cherish the infinite spring.
The mother steamed the rice with red dates in the kitchen, and carefully buried the red dates into my bowl until the sweetness overflowed. My mother looked at me after dinner. I just wanted to finish the red dates. I can only do it. At the moment, my lips and teeth are fragrant, and all the flavors are merged in the end, only sweet. At that moment, including the days that followed, I understood that the sweetness of life at this moment was enough to melt all the bitterness of the past; a red date, strung up my post-high school era.
"Actually, I knew the result before you that day." At night, my mother whispered to me.