Inspirational story: the pursuit of locusts

The bus was bumpy all the way, and only the sky was seen through the window. When I got on the bus, I noticed that there was a seemingly quiet little girl sitting in the window, and behind us were a few of the sixteen and seven-year-old half-size sons. It is estimated that they are all returning from school. .

Maybe it was too hot and too stuffy, my neighbors slammed open the window, and I was blinded by the wind and dust, and I felt so hard for a long time. The one-night train made me sleepy and lacking, plus motion sickness, almost vomiting. So, I leaned against the backrest.

Maybe it's for the sake of loneliness, maybe it's young and young, and the child in the back seat, you started a hurricane. They are swearing, yelling at each other, and even almost moving their hands, in fact, in order to satisfy their own mentality of winning. The little girl on my left also began to talk sweetly with her boyfriend. The tenderness is like water. The "giggle" laughter is endless... In fact, on a boring bus, their behavior is normal. But I was slowly irritated, and even a little disgusted, there was a kind of impulse to turn their heads and glance at them. Therefore, I had to comfort myself and said, "Who can still be young and frivolous? Young people, who are not convinced, want to surpass others and reluctantly understand it as 'aggressive'; look, people are pursuing excellence, and they have, 甭I care about people. "Slowly, I actually stumbled.

Later, their shouts dragged me back to reality. I don't know when they have turned their spears to their bosses. Hey, boss? Hey, I finally heard it, they have dropped out of school. Because they didn't want to farm at home, they ran to the county town to work with small foremen. Even a boy they called "Boss" had married and became a father. From their sly expression, I heard the harshness of the boss and the extreme fatigue of the work. These complaints, like the same litter, are constantly ejected from their mouths. Finally, one person asked, "Why will you still do it next week?"

"Dry!" Someone answered immediately.

"Yeah, what do you not eat for?" Someone received.

At this moment, a very complex emotion came to my heart.

From small to large, the most I have heard is: "Learning to learn, rural children don't go to college to work in the mud for a lifetime! It's a lifetime of exhaustion!"

Looking at the wearing of these children, I know that I am not a child who can't afford to go to school. At least I can't afford school fees even in high school. Therefore, they should be in the same way as most rural children: they don’t study well, they only know how to eat, drink, and play. With the money of the mother-in-law, I screamed out and said two words, and I played several times in a fierce frame... In the end, I lost myself. At the age of seventeen or eight, they were blinded by their parents and married a daughter-in-law who had a good time. If you say that you have just been married for half a year, it is undoubtedly very happy: every day, the little couple are holding hands or hooking their backs and legs, and they are free. But soon after the birth of the child, the life of being truly a parent and learning to take responsibility was officially kicked off. Separating from my parents, I lead my daughter-in-law and children. There are only two ways: I am waiting for an acre of three-point land at home, and I am observing poverty and living my quiet days. Anyway, the rural people are generally hungry or not, or the two of them go out to work. One month and two thousand earned a lot of milk powder money. After five years and eight years, the two of them continued to live in a few acres of land under their parents’ names, and they worked for a lifetime. There are countless examples of this, abound. I should have been eccentric, but I didn’t know what I was doing that day. I really wanted to cry. I don't know if I am lucky to cry, or cry for their misfortune - although they don't think so - they also have their own pursuits.

I have seen such a story, the father of the city, leading his son to live in the countryside during the summer vacation. When the son went to the toilet, he saw the locusts in the pit. They were struggling and surprised. They asked Dad:

"what is this?"

It’s also fun to be a father, and he answered with ingenuity: "This is society!"

"What are they doing?"

Dad looks solemn: "They are pursuing!"

I remember that after I asked a younger brother, I didn’t regret that I didn’t study well. He paused and smiled. "There is no regret after saying that the road of your choice, don't forget to go forward." To add, he has recently become a father and has a lovely daughter.

In contrast, I found myself no different from them. But they are struggling in the rural pits, I am struggling in the pits of the city. The seemingly different fates are actually the same. Struggling like a locust, such as locusts rushing to pursue, such as locusts, surrounded by death, this should be the so-called life. The same life, everyone has their own choice. As the younger brother said, it is good to know that you are going along the road of choice. If this person does his best for his own choice and strives to live a landscape, who can erase the youthful dryness of the youth because of one or two swear words from them? Awkwardly, a respectful life is born.