I never believe that there will be no way in this world.

Chatting with H yesterday, she said happily, we live in a new house. I took a photo and showed it to me. The photo wall of the study room is a photo of our university dormitory. The rows of green plants on the window sill are still beautiful in the bright sunshine.

At the university, H's bed was opposite me. She told me more than once that I must let my parents live in a new house within two years after graduation. I always thought she was just talking about it, because at that time, the housing prices in Harbin were already very high. The salary of the newly graduated undergraduate graduates is a drop in the bucket for the down payment.

Unexpectedly, two years later, she actually completed her promise.

H's father got a cerebral infarction in her country and spent a lot of money on treatment. Her mother didn't work. The original situation of the low-income household was even worse. When her father was sick, she did not go to school for a week. After returning, she found that the class teacher called the class to donate money to her. Just the next day, I opened a parent meeting. H spoke on the stage and said a lot of thank you. Then I took all the money back. I don’t know what she said when she was only 15 years old. She only knows what she said after she finished. Many adults have fallen into tears.

H said that since then she has not spent the parents' money. She transferred from a key middle school to an ordinary middle school, because the school not only did not charge her tuition fees but also gave a very high scholarship. When she went to college, she applied for a student loan and worked all the time. From the tutor of 30 yuan per hour to doing a variety of small businesses.

Of course, doing this did not delay her as the vice chairman of the student union. It was a "severe person" admired by more than 600 students in the hospital. She was doing all the hard work, and she had a graduation party on the eve of graduation. She married. Several videos were cut overnight, and subtitles were made little by little. When the video was played, so many people moved to tears. She also sat quietly watching the stage, but she knew that she was hard but few people would not say it.

I lived with her for so long, watching her live so hard and hard, but never heard her a complaint. She only occasionally said, in fact, I also envy you can grow up without worry, but no way, I have responsibility. So she spent four years in college, not only did she not have to pay a penny for her parents, but also gave them thousands of dollars each year. After work, I work in a real estate company. Every time I open the business, I work overtime and get involved. In order to get enough money to buy a house earlier, the life she described with me was “a penny into three halves.” Now her salary should be already high, but she still wears the simplest and cheapest clothes, and still saves money. Mom and Dad buy the best things.

On May 1st this year, we gathered together and I talked about one of my favorite movies, "Million Dollar Baby." The heroine who loves boxing got a high bonus in the tough competition. Instead of buying any gifts for herself, she bought a new house for her mother. Unexpectedly, standing in the open and bright new living room, her mother looked around and said with anger, you know that if you have a house, I will not get the government's subsistence allowance! Her hand holding the key trembles a few times. The expression that was originally expected to be happy turned from faint to desperate.

I told H that I always think of you when I look at this paragraph. Of course, the second half does not match. H laughs, the second half is also in line. With the new house, our family can't get the subsistence allowance now, unless I go out from the account, because the real estate license is my name, haha.

She must not know that behind her pale and barren life, because of her, because of her hearty laughter and the small but hidden back of great energy, I have no idea how much courage.

In the diary of "I believe in the meaning of hard work," I wrote another college roommate, and I was as strong and uplifting as H. In fact, I still have a few roommates, one is a rich second-generation girl who has a family of over 100 million but low-key and humble, beautiful and gentle, and rushes to brush the toilet during the cleaning. One is to get up at 5:30 every day in the spring, summer, autumn and winter. Trained or studied, the diligent young lady who won the school women's basketball championship for three consecutive years, and one who is self-taught Japanese, passed the second grade in a year, and was a brilliant girl in Shanghai. In my current graduate student class, some people are standing in the end of a certain period of time, some people get the first year of annual salary of 200,000 offer, someone opened his own company, some 25 years old doctoral.

There is no aristocratic aura, there is no such thing as a city, and there is no father who only covers the sky. The only rich second-generation girl never showed off, and in order to go abroad to fight for GRE and TOEFL, tears of love linger on his newsletter, the same pain and embarrassment. They walked alone on the road of their choice, step by step to the end point that they most want to go. In such a mortal being, they are all ordinary people, but they have tried their best to live the best of themselves.

I spent the most important time in adulthood with them. Watching them get up early in the internship, shivering under the bus station in the cold winter snow; watching them write their essays carefully, step by step climbing in the vast literature; watching them work hard, find weak in the big city but Warm light.

I didn't like the dinner. Several colleagues commented that a female account manager of a certain bank “paid a lot” and finally became the deputy governor of the branch. As soon as the smog was lingering, the temperament of their readings disappeared a little, and their eyes were replaced by beer belly that was difficult to conceal. They sneered and exchanged their eyes of suspicion and ridicule, not knowing how much "too much". And only I sadly sigh in the bottom of my heart, no matter whether the rumors are true or false, why the boys are promoted to applaud, and the girls have to bear rumors and questioning accusations.

In comparison, I appreciate the attitude of these girls around the campus towards the workplace and life. In the world where “leftover women” are relished, they insist on the law of insufficiency, and they still maintain clear eyes during the graduation year; they guard the pure knowledge of women in the era when women doctors are called “third sex”. The initial enthusiasm for the boring and endless academic life. They seem to have a unique kind of resilience. They don't rush to the ground in the thorny environment, actively adapt to the cruel laws, and then grow up in the lonely and narrow cracks until the young buds Finally, the fragrance of the fragrance is blooming.

I don't like an old-fashioned classmate who often complains with resentment: "This country is broken..." In contrast, I prefer Chen Wenzhao's solemn statement: "In the years when I grew up, the days are not day by day. Lack of it, but hope is one day, this is the happiness of our generation." She is not blindly obscured, she just saw in this vast land, "sorrow and ease, tragedy and joy, forever coexist. ”

A few days ago, Wu Xiaobo, a financial writer, faced the disappointment and dissatisfaction of a university student in college education. He said: "There are only two methods, one is to escape and resolutely flee; the other is to fight and compromise." When I was in the Department of Journalism at Fudan University, I disguised thousands of news articles and learned a little about how to write news. Because the teacher said that knowledge is changing every second, he shut himself into the library and read books in rows and rows. I read from the first floor to the second floor, then from the second floor to the third floor, and finally read the rare book. Now he said: "When I stepped into the society to become a professional journalist, I didn't complain about my college education at all. To this day, I also don't complain about the embarrassing era I am in. I know that I can't escape. Escape, you can only die with yourself."

And I am also willing to believe that regardless of the heat of the winter, whether it is suffering or not, the day is a good day. In our short to temporary life, hope is not better than nothing. It is the mediocrity of all life. Switch to Liao Yimei's passage in The Rhinoceros of Love. It is warm gloves, cold beer, and a shirt with a sun-like taste. It supports our day-to-day dreams. Let us be so ordinary or even mediocre, rise to the sky above simple life, and fly to a more brilliant and magnificent life.