People are living, they have done their best.

I jogged around the playground of the nearby school this morning. When I ran to the fifth lap, my waist began to hurt again. I have set a goal of ten laps before, and I just gave up when I ran halfway. It is really impossible to say. Finally, I still bite my teeth and endure the pain for ten laps. After running, my whole person was full of sense of accomplishment, not because I ran ten laps. After all, I ran ten laps around the playground, and it was five kilometers to death. Nothing to be proud of. What makes me proud is that I endure a backache and insist on completing the goals I set for myself, which makes me very proud.

Sometimes, when we do something, the matter itself may not be difficult, but there are often unexpected situations. And the energy we spend in dealing with emergencies is likely to go beyond what we need to do to do it. The person who jogged with me, watching me run ten laps, was already tired and could not stand up. It is very likely that I would laugh in my heart. This kid is really useless. Of course, they don't know that I have to endure the soreness of the muscles and the tingling sensation of the waist. Just endure the low back pain, I have done my best.

It seems that I am a person who likes to make a fuss. It’s just that this incident has evoked my thoughts on some things around me. There is a line in the Gintama that says: "It's different from the young masters. We are doing our best when we are alive." I haven't seen the Gintama. I guess the general scene when I say this sentence should be a wide The young master was extremely puzzled by the behavior of a poor boy. He said that he was not allowed to get up at six in the morning, prepared his mother's breakfast and lunch, and everything was arranged before he left for school. Sometimes, if you have overslept or your mother is unwell, he is likely to be late for school. He was the one who was most late in the class, and he even smashed the teacher's approval many times. Despite this, he is still reluctant to tell the teacher what he is experiencing in exchange for a point of understanding and sympathy.

He used to be not a talking student, and his relationship with classmates was not good. In the class, he is immersed in the problem. His original results were in the middle of the class. After a big change in his home, his performance dropped a bit, but not much. Therefore, it did not attract the attention of teachers and classmates. His life is no different from the original in the eyes of the outsiders. He is still the one.

Although he knew that his condition was basically out of the university, he insisted on finishing high school and taking the college entrance examination. His final score is still in the middle of the class. On the day of the college entrance examination, I laughed and cried, only he was expressionless. At the teacher-student farewell meeting, the teacher's evaluation of his performance is solid and unexpected. His high school career ended like this. I heard that after he graduated from high school, he took his mother to go to a distant relative in the north. As for the current situation, no one knows.

I have a relationship with him. I didn't know the situation at home. I only recently learned about the situation in his family. This is what my mother told me because she and my classmate's neighbor are friends. When I learned about his situation from my mother's mouth, my first reaction was shock, and then admiration. You can't imagine that a person who suffers such tremendous pain and pressure can still finish high school, and can sit in an examination room with you, and the score is not worse than you.

If I can, I think I should multiply one of his college entrance examination results by one. After all, people are living and they have done their best.