Snail behind time

I was a father and asked for a relationship and went to study on the campus of the country. Because of my lack of basic skills in my stupid stupidity, I did not finish the class teacher in one semester and drove me out of school. I was 19 years old that year.

My self-esteem is greatly affected. Others call me "stupid". I can only bear it silently, but I can't face the feeling of being abandoned by everyone.

My parents are also worried about my dumb child. The mother always said in front of people that I was late and was a flower that did not bloom. I know that many people are laughing at the mother's lies in the dark.

My father once and foremost banqueted a distant cousin to visit my home. He does technical work on the construction site. It’s hard to be tempted, but I’m reluctant to promise my parents to take me out. My cousin and I boarded the bus to the big city and drove into the years of work and drift.

I am doing small work on the construction site. The tall wall surrounded by a wall of a building is the height I climb every day. The workers taunted the innocent me. I was like a swinging swing, sucking the dark shame at night.

I have come from my hometown and still have a creepy well in the city, let me jump. In that tragic time, I fell in love with reading and reading newspapers. In fact, at that time, I could not read the contents of books and newspapers, but to cover the vanity. This has once again become the material of the workers' laughter: "It is a big joke to read a newspaper even a fool!"

The jokes of the workers have turned out to be an opportunity for me to break through the dilemma: I must be able to read the articles and write articles that belong to my life! So I secretly bought the dictionaries and dictionaries, and when I have time, I will go into the world of books.

You can get out of trouble, and you have a place for it. The opportunity finally caught me. Not far from the construction site, a library of large companies recruits a janitor for only 600 yuan a month. For me, the library is too tempting for me, and those books are the nutritional products I need to hungry for.

So I made a bold decision to go back to the library to work. I left the site firmly with simple baggage. I have always been defined by others as cowards and harlequins, and refusing to play has to pay a heavy price.

After I entered the library, I used to send and receive newspapers and magazines, organize books, and register for borrowing and returning books. It was easy and time was very good. There are a large number of literary books in the library. I greedily suck the spirits.

The faint wages simply cannot supply the cost of living in the city, and I am worried about myself and shrinking. When I left the construction site, my cousin threatened: You are going to get back quickly, and that money can't supply your living expenses. My cousin’s threat was crushed by my biting teeth.

I have written more than 70 diaries in the library for more than a year.

Because of the encephalitis sequela reading or writing for a long time, the headache is as uncomfortable as the chicken glutinous rice, the ears sound like a hovering bomber, and the hands and feet can not control the trembling. Each of these words in the diary is an evergreen tree that I am immersed in, and it is the flower that blooms after my painful baptism.

I persevered in the spirit of perseverance in writing and moved to God. My article finally became a typeface.

When the cold comes, the flowers bloom. I don't know if the tired snail crawls and sticks. Although the text I wrote did not become popular overnight like “Super Girl” or “Quick Man”, she continued to appear in the press.

As the American blind writer Bauhir Dell said: "In my heart, there has always been a fear of facing the darkness. In order to overcome it, I have lived in my life with a happy mood." In the mundane and trivial time, the dream will be rooted, and the time will be enriched. Like the snail climbing the top of the pyramid, there is a spirit of perseverance, and there is a spirit of more and more defeat and no defeat to create opportunities.