The most beautiful way on the way

Today's life is monotonous and boring for me. I am bored. I like to write some words to pass the time. The content of the text is mostly the memory of the student era and the feelings of the road I have traveled.

Time flies like a gap, facing the memory for a long time, it seems that I am trapped in a lonely cage, turning myself into the returning haze of Bailumei’s pen, and putting everything that was once in the memory of this memory. In the book, I have repeatedly opened the yellowed pages to chew more than once, and the big book of youth was read again.

Life is like riding a train that never stops, and there will be many colorful scenery along the way, leaving a little different marks and touching all kinds of people, all of which will gradually fade in the sunshine of tomorrow. far.

Everyone who has experienced the first time in the country will have a pale classroom and a pile of rough papers, as well as the omnipotent head teacher.

And my youth is no different from most of my youth. I have also faced a rough test paper and I am indifferent. I also struggled in the saliva of the teacher in charge of the class teacher. Under the dim light, let the youth migrate. A textbook for the squad of horses and a group of ants.

In those years, too much bitter water swallowed only in the stomach. The country is no smaller than the country, and the level of concern of the teacher can make every child who does not want to learn want to stop. This is a powerful reality. No one can resist in front of it. I am no exception.

But what makes me sigh is that others are in the middle of the country, the light is shining, the stars are alive, and I am so unattended, plain and faint, sitting in the classroom in an unfathomable night. With one hand holding the words of nowhere, like a lonely tramp, praying for the mercy of heaven.

My desk is a girl who is shrouded in light. The eyebrows reveal the fragrance of the book. The eyes seem to be filled with clear water. Her academic achievement is the first in the school. It is well-deserved and worthy of the school. the Lord. After each final exam, she always sings in front of me. Because of the disparity in our strength, coupled with my good gentlemanly manner, I am silent about her cynicism.

After each exam, I will have a test paper with a bright red cross. At this time, my heart is as uncomfortable as a steel knife. I went back and saw my table. In front of the teacher and classmates laughing face, and then look at their weak and poor scores, as if the air is filled with a poison that suffocates me, to break my whole body cells. Just then, the feeling of inferiority came to light.

Needless to say, this score, going home naturally is not a single endless scolding. I was young and ignorant at the time, often lamenting the injustice of fate, why other people's brains are so flexible, and I am so stupid.

I sat in the corner of the desk and pondered over it: How should I spend this pale youth? I will continue to lick the rest of the day, or cheer up and chase the sun in the east. I think I should desperately grab a life-saving straw, at least I should also find a special color for my youth, not to be dazzling enough, as long as I can warm myself.

So, I changed. I started to study hard like a chicken blood. In the sun, you can't find the way I am doing nothing on the playground. In the dead of night, the light of the desk lamp shines, I try to be a self that I don't even know. I hold books to keep warm, burn the blaze, and fight the night.

The classmates around me found that my changes were also horrified. Everyone asked me why I wanted to do this. Yes, why should I do this, even I can’t say it myself, maybe I’m really fed up with teachers and parents. Severe blame may be a deep hatred of my sneer at the same table. Maybe I really understand that the only way to learn is to have a way out. In short, I really started learning.

The teacher praised me in class. The classmates started talking about me privately. Everyone paid close attention to my changes. I thought that I could make a blockbuster in the next midterm exam. But the more people do this, the greater the pressure in my heart, I am afraid that I can not meet the expectations of everyone.

The mid-term exam is still coming. I walked into the examination room. The depressed atmosphere made me suffocate. When a test paper fell into my hands, the exam began. The whole process was like a storm that swept my tired heart. The flash floods, the winds raging, my heart is like a disaster, I am not willing to be mediocre, in this canyon left and right, finally ushered in a rainy day.

I walked out of the examination room with satisfaction. I was so happy at my desk, and asked me how excited I was. I nodded intently, thinking that I would be able to steam the Xia Wei this time. However, when the test results were announced, my joyful mood plummeted, and the bright red numbers on the transcripts seemed to be on my stomach. My results did not improve at all, and I looked at the unexpected results. I am grieved, my tiny eyes are wet, and the tears are like a dyke.

Looking at the large clouds outside the window, my ears on the sky seemed to have been ridiculously ridiculous, the blue sky and the deep blue, like a thick darkness. I ignored the blocking of others, ran to the playground desperately, and wanted to lose myself in the dark.

The weather is cold and hot, and there is no rule. I am standing at the end of this lonely and pale season. I am blindly going to the distance. At this time, I really want to find a corner to hide. I thought I could harvest far away. Rainbow, but the happiness of the other side is still unable to cross.

From that moment, I began to doubt myself, why my efforts would not be harvested, why?! I did not give up, because I am not willing, because every boy of adolescence has a rebellious mentality, and never give in to things that he does not like.

I continued to work hard in the original way. The teacher did not blame me. The classmates did not dig at me. Everything was arranged in a play. Time passed in a blink of an eye, and an exam was ushered in. This time I was full of confidence and I believe I can test my grades. When the storm came again, I chose to dance in the rain. This time, I finally got my wish and achieved satisfactory results. I looked at the numbers on the transcript and finally showed a smile.

Life never blooms without any reason, there must always be a process of transformation, a difficult time, a hard time. In this process, you will not see the result of joy, the only thing you have to do is to persist and wait for the good coming. After this period of time, you have a pair of armor that will keep you on the road to youth.

Believe in yourself, night, as long as you go down in one direction, there will always be a day when you arrive at sunrise. You think that you have not yet harvested. In fact, the best results are on the way.