How many ideals are still on the road

At that time, I was still a poor student studying in Yucheng. Just 18 years old. On Labor Day, I bought a train ticket to Yancheng and asked a few students to visit a campus writer from another secondary school.

To promote the origin of this trip, I have to start from the entrance to secondary school. At the end of the 90th century, after the graduation of secondary school, the local education bureau can also be assigned work, and the work is not bad, so it is more difficult to take the exam than to take the university.

Stepping on the door of secondary school, we are more proud of these students, and feel more like the door to ideals. We love learning, in addition to learning professional courses, we also play with a variety of hobbies. At that time, I played with painting, flute playing, and writing. But because the relative cost of painting and flute playing was too high, and family conditions were not allowed, I gave up. Only writing, almost no cost, I insisted.

Adhering to the hobby of writing, I also met many friends who are also interested in writing. Yancheng’s campus writers are one of them. With the idea of ​​apprenticeship, my classmates and I got on the train to Yancheng. The train at that time was still a green leather compartment, often overcrowded, and only bought tickets. At that time, we bought the ticket, and when we got on the train, we knew that many of the cars were not in the place where we left the house. From time to time, there were snacks and bento carts that crowded and squeezed. I wanted to squeeze people into flies and fly to Go in the air.

I don't know if our students dressed up and let the trainers move their hearts. He invited us to go to the special compartment of the staff. He said that there are still a few seats. The employee-specific compartment is next to the train cockpit, and the operation of the train driver in the cockpit is clear through a sliding window.

Because of the first train ride, I curiously slammed the window and looked at everything in the cockpit. Those bizarre operating handles and colored instruments have attracted me for a long time. After watching it for a long time, the driver started to talk to me. He said that he has been to many places, and he does not know how many miles he has traveled. However, he will be working in the railway department next month. As soon as I heard it, I was shocked. A driver who deals with machinery every day can also enter the office. What surprised me even more is that he said that he has been writing in his spare time and has published articles in many newspapers and magazines. So far, he has published more than 100,000 words. When the train arrived in Yancheng, I became friends with him and left a contact.

In fact, when we arrived at Yancheng, we did not find the campus writer. According to the school teacher, he went home on holiday. He telephoned the dormitory administrator of our school, but the busy dormitory administrator forgot about it.

After returning from Yancheng, I started to communicate with the train driver until I graduated from secondary school. I accidentally lost his address and broke the contact. He often encourages me in the letter and gives me some valuable suggestions. What impressed me the most is that he said that many ideals are not so easy to succeed. Only if they persist, will they have the hope of success. If they don't persist, they hope that they will not. I believed in his words, insisted on writing hobbies, and published several small articles in the school magazine. Just as I insisted on my hobbies, many students have already given up their hobbies. Especially near the graduation meeting, the school told us that the government and enterprises are undergoing reforms throughout the country. After graduation, they need to find their own way out. This kind of message is undoubtedly a heavy bomb, which has smashed our proud ideals.

After graduating from secondary school, in order to make a living, I had to temporarily put down my pen and sit on the train down south, becoming a wage earner in Longgang District, Shenzhen. Working overtime every day until after 8 o'clock, I can't sleep enough. Even so, I bought magazines such as "Jiangmen Art", "Foshan Literature and Art" and "Reader" every three and a half. When I was not working overtime, my colleagues were playing cards and shopping, I was hiding in the dormitory. Reading the exciting words, excited, and wrote a few short essays. I saw countless wage earners insist on writing, and also sent a manuscript to the magazine. Later, when I became a work worker, there was always a torrent in my heart that surged into my dream of not sleeping.

I didn't want to give up writing ideals. I returned to my hometown a year later and started a long journey of survival and study. I finally got a college diploma in a few years and I got a civil servant position. What makes me most satisfied and happy is that the civil servants have a regular life and work, and they can use their break time to write their favorite words. Let the time after work become rich, what a wonderful thing. Today, I only published more than 100,000 words in newspapers and magazines. I can't call it a writer, but my ideal is still there. I have been on the road to writing.

A few days ago, the class reunion, I saw a lot of classmates around the life group, some have lived a well-off life in advance, but they have been assimilated by society, almost no one insisted on their original ideals. After the dyeing of this large dyeing tank in society, the heroic ideals of youth can only go deep into their memories to find.

In the long river of time, each of us has a beautiful ideal. On the way to the ideal, how many people have changed their direction, and how many ideal flowers can bloom? None of us can guarantee our own The ideal flower can bloom as scheduled, but we can use the power of a lifetime to pursue and care for the ideal flower. Just as looking for spring in the winter, as long as you are always on the way to looking for spring, those light green spores will always turn into a thick shade on an unexpected day.