Struggle is also inertia

After graduating from college, I had a short teacher experience.

It was a private high school, resting seven hours seven and seven hours at noon. Only this hour, the school's door is open, students and teachers can go out and let go.

I always walked along the street in the east of the school, went to the slightly bustling area, and stopped in front of a restaurant called “Yangzhou people”.

"Yangzhou people" mainly operate duck blood winter powder, and sell all kinds of snacks. My menu is fixed. "A duck blood winter powder, no duck liver, two duck oil biscuits."

During that time, my mood was always bad.

It seems that at the moment I left the campus, I realized the value of the student era. Although the work is on campus, this campus is not a campus. I want to go back to school and want to have a quiet desk again.

But this is a luxury.

The school management is very strict, the work tasks are heavy, I have almost no time to read books; my undergraduate school name is not known, and I am not sure about applying for graduate students from top universities.

So every day, I am fighting myself: affirming myself, denying myself, hope, despair... with self-struggling is to race against time: see professional books on the way to work, do an English reading comprehension in the gap between classes and classes; office vocals Ding boiling, I am quiet, there is only one voice in my mind: I want to fly out and fly out.

Therefore, I especially cherish the daily blood of duck blood.

At this moment, I am far from the crowd, and there is an instant emptiness.

Waiting for the waiter to serve, I always have to stay for a while, then form a habit - ask yourself every day: What do you want, how to get what you want, what should you do now?

Duck blood winter powder is coming.

In the hot soup, I put a few drops of vinegar, then add some chili sauce, then use the chopsticks to sandwich the duck blood, wrap the long winter powder, and send it to the entrance. The strong taste stimulating I have never forgotten. What is more memorable is that one day near the test, the long-term sleep is insufficient and the spirit gradually collapses. I put down the chopsticks and said to myself: You can live the life you want for a while. At that time, you will miss a bowl of duck blood winter powder in the snack bar and go back to the scene.

I have been going for nearly ten years.

One day, I discussed the cover of a new book with designer Xiao Qi.

Xiao Qi is a well-known figure in the industry. In the past few years, he has swept the design awards for major book festivals.

On this day, Xiao Qi was uncharacteristic and not so patient. When I was still hesitating on the cover slogan, he typed the word, did the idea take it? I have to rush to see the concert.

Oh, Xiao Qi’s MSN avatar is a blue lotus flower, and then look at his signature, “I am listening to rock in Beijing”.

Xiao Qi's trip was not a design. Many years ago, he studied environmental engineering at a secondary school in Changsha. After graduation, he was assigned to the local environmental protection bureau. “Every day I answered the phone, wrote the materials, and played the miscellaneous. I was only a teenager. I asked myself, is this the case in this life?”

He picked up the brush - once a hobby, and learned the art, and then simply resigned from public office, joined an interior design company, the more he felt that the professional knowledge is poor, he registered in the nearby college entrance examination class, he is more than the students So big that almost everyone asked him: "How many times have you been a college entrance examination?"

"At that time, the pressure was great, but it was very happy, because I was closer to the target every day. On the bicycle, I liked the downhill section, and I blew it in my ear, and my heart flew up."

One day, Xiao Qi heard "Blue Lotus" on TV. When Xu Yi opened his mouth, he was stunned. At that moment, his goal was symbolized by art. "I have to go to Beijing, do design, and one day." I want to listen to rock and listen to Xu Wei in Beijing."

Everything can be guessed afterwards -

Whether it is to study, or after the job search, as long as the voice of Xu Wei is ringing, Xiao Qi is like a strong heart. Today, every time I hear Xu Wei, I feel like I am reminded that you have the life you want, so treasure. Let's keep working hard."

Xiao Qi is off the assembly line, he goes to listen to rock.

I don't know why, I think of the bowl of duck blood winter powder in the restaurant of "Yangzhou people" a few years ago.

In fact, once every noon, I will meditate again. "After a while, you will... at that time...", when I buried my head and put a chopsticks duck blood winter powder, I always felt that there was a window in front of me. I am, and I am in front of the West Window, remembering what I am working on and what happened.

Now, no doubt, the Western window of hope is already in the past.

Xiao Qi is right, I am often reminded that as long as there is a plate of duck blood or a winter meal on the table.

People always have to go around to find real and correct goals in life.

In order to achieve those goals, we often need self-motivation. We use some symbols to make psychological hints, suggesting that we will be able to get through and will reach the other side. When we stand up and stand on the other side, the implied influence is still there. Duck blood winter powder, Beijing, rock and roll, we have drawn strength on them, once again met, can not help but pay tribute to the struggles and dreams of the past, and struggle is also inertia.