God, always open a window for you.

God, I will always open a window for you. <br /> Text / Gul Lang I was born in a remote village. This is not a literary chamber, it is an absolutely remote village with 100% real. To what extent? It is a paradise. The north of our village is the vast Tengger Desert. It is east and south. It is the foot of Qilian Mountain and westward. It is a bit of intermittent sand dunes. That is the only direction we can go out. We happen to be a small open space sandwiched between them. There are a total of ten families in our village, less than 70 people. In our vicinity, there are four similar natural villages that form a brigade. From this place, go west, walk about 100 kilometers, you can reach other places where people smoke. I am small, I grew up in such an environment.
Our school, from the first grade to the fourth grade, has a total of four classes. Together, it has never exceeded 30 people. After the fourth grade, I got it and went to a long distance to read it. Most of the children, after reading the fourth grade of the national junior high school, parents will not let them read. Although my parents have never read a book, they are very eager for their son to become a master. So after I finished the fourth grade, I sent me to a town 100 kilometers away. So, from the age of 10, I started living independently.
Although I lack the discipline of adults, my results are not bad. From the national to the first day, I was the first few in the class. In the first day, I also represented the school in the mathematics competition in the county. But in the second semester of the first day, there was a math class, the teacher criticized me, and I talked back. So he took the pointer and hit the back of my hand, because the force was too strong, and a small piece of skin on the back of my hand was knocked out. So far, the scar is still there. I was very angry. In the eyes of the public, I returned to the math teacher and kicked the desk and chair.
Since then, I have started skipping classes. First, math class, followed by English class, political class, and language class. Finally, I simply don't go to class. My scores naturally fell, and soon, from the top students in the class, turned into the last.
Since then, I have become a rotten person in the school. Almost all the teachers know that there are children who don’t have classes all day long in the first and second classes. But because my family is too far away from the school, if you can't call the parents, they will blink and close their eyes.
And I, after skipping classes, there is actually no place to go, sloshing all day in the wheat field behind the school. Tired, just lying on the field, watching the sky, watching the clouds, pulling the hats of the wheat in the family. Once, it was really boring, and I ran to a distant house to play. At that time, the work had been transferred to the county town, no one at home. So I turned in from the window above the door.
He is learning Chinese. There is nothing fun in the house except for the books in the house. I am bored and have to turn the book. Unexpectedly, this turn, actually went into it. At first, I watched Tagore's "New Moon Collection" and "Flying Birds Collection", and slowly read various novels, such as "Notre Dame de Paris", "Jane Eyre", "Red and Black", "Quiet Don River" and the like. I even read the boring "Reminiscence of the Year", read a seven seven eight eight. I am like this, day and night, watching tired, sleeping, woke up, and read the book for two and a half semester, until the second semester of the second semester, almost all of the time, I moved all the house away, no The book can be seen, only to stop.
It’s boring to read without a book. I don't want to go back to class to study. Because I read a book, I am not willing to go to the street. It’s really boring, I decided to drop out of school. So, more than a month before the end of the semester, I went straight to the cover and went home. Parents are at a loss. So far, I still remember the almost desperate look when my father looked at me. But the wood has become a boat, can not be remedied, had to recognize. So, I followed my father every day and began to learn to do farm work.
At that time, parents, relatives, neighbors, including myself, felt that my life was like this, and entered the fixed pattern of rural people. Next, it is natural to make money, build a house, marry a wife, and have children. The so-called wife and children are hot-headed, too. There will be no more accidents, and no more miracles will happen.
But the accident and the miracle actually happened.
One day in early July, the sky was clear and the sun was shining. Together with my father, I was doing the clods in the shirt and preparing to build a house. When we were doing our best, my grandfather came. He brought an envelope of kraft paper. When I opened it, I was awarded the award for the National Literature Award for the Chinese Youth Literature Literary Camp. The award I received was the highest award “蓓蕾奖”. I was told that I would go to Beidaihe to participate in the summer camp in mid-July. All expenses were borne by the Foundation.
I suddenly remembered that when I first started school in the second day, I went back to school to play, and I saw a essay on a student’s publication that my classmates were watching. It was probably a moment of whim, and I sat behind the classroom and spent an hour writing a short text. On the way back to my home, I sent it by hand. I actually didn't report any hopes, so I will forget if I sent it. Unexpectedly, I won the award.
Moreover, according to common sense, this letter cannot be sent to me. Because I have left the school, the registered letter is not collected, it should be returned to the original address. But that day was the math teacher I hated. He was impressed and curious, and received the letter and dismantled it. After dismantling, it was discovered that it was an award notice.
For a moment, this message spread among the teachers. The principal knows that it is a big deal and should be taken seriously: this is the glory of the school. As soon as I asked, the award-winning child had already dropped out of school. They didn't know the specific address of my home. So, I turned around and found my grandfather dozens of kilometers away. Please ask my grandfather to send a letter to our family.
This award-winning trip to Beidaihe not only made me take the train or the ship for the first time. I saw the sea for the first time. I ate the ice cream for the first time. For the first time, I could bathe unscrupulously. I saw several famous ones for the first time. Writers and poets, for the first time, saw so many talented literary teenagers, and more importantly, changed my ideas and ideals.
On the returning train, my heart was rolling. In addition to the good times of the summer camp, I decided to go out of the village and walk out of the town to the wider world. My vision has crossed the Qilian Mountain and the Tengger Desert, extending to the distant horizon, where there is the sea.
Then, the window that changed the trajectory of my life opened. Although the original school refused to accept me because of the bad influence. However, the principal of the school, Ai Cai, recommended me to the principal of the county five. Therefore, after a short period of school dropout, I was specially recruited by the 5th, and I was able to return to school and then read the third day.
My student career has started again.