Scenery on the other side

Someone said to me: "The scenery on the other side is always the most beautiful."

I think this is correct. Although as a student in a math class, my long-term education is not only to know a problem, but to know why, any theoretical fact can have a beautiful and clear proof. But I was also taught that axioms do not need to be argued, and this sentence is as obvious to me as parallel lines do not intersect, it seems that I have accepted it before I hear it.

One

When I was a child, I always felt sorry for the little girl next door. The clothes were her beautiful, the toy was her new trend, the mother was her gentleness, her father was her erudite, and even the moon seemed to be a comparison of her home window. circle.

After school, I discovered that this is just a childish childishness. Whenever I see someone trying to copy the papers of other schools, or spending two or three times the price, please ask the teachers of the foreign school to make up the class. I always think of the one who was so worried.

That is not naive. It’s strange to blame, the scenery on the other side is always so beautiful.

two

I went to Europe to play during the summer vacation. I was excited for a long time before going there. Every day I was facing my friends and mysterious legends. My friend smiled and sent me: "Go and go, dreams, don't come back when you go."

Really got there. The narrow streets of Paris and the carved stone walls silently tell the city's support. The Grand Canyon of Luxembourg is full of green, and there are red and blue graffiti on the walls. Everything is so harmonious. The Dutch countryside, windmills, and cows are light and windy, and even the ice cream has the taste of grass.

I think this is where I am looking forward to. However, I am in the middle of it, but I calculate the date of the return journey every day, thinking about the eastern metropolis of the high-rise building and glass curtain wall every day.

I wrote on the blog: Europe is really good, but this is not my place. I was dreamed of her for a while, and finally I have to go back to my Shanghai.

My friend replied below: "A good sentence, I still have to go back to my Shanghai." He told me that when I was in Shanghai, the most annoying thing was the next non-stop rain, but now I am studying in the north, sitting. The most memorable thing in the dormitory for heating is the cold rain in Shanghai.

We sent smiles to each other on MSN.

Beautiful things, let it be beautiful on the other side. This shore is my home.

three

I often wonder: Why did I accidentally get into the math class?

After reading the Olympiad for ten years, I have been thinking about this for ten years. However, I can't ask others. Every time I ask, it is a volcanic eruption.

"Isn't the math class not good? I was worried about insomnia before the math test. You played games at home. Before the history test, I was so dark, and you said that the 'race' deceived the test. We are still smashing for the college entrance examination, you were the year before. In October, we have set a life. When we participate in the mock exam every week, you are watching movies next door... What's wrong with the math class? You talk about it, others have sacrificed for the Olympics, what about you? You sacrificed What? You are not satisfied..."

In this case, I had to face my face and smile. "No, no, I don't mean that the math class is not good..."

I am not saying that math classes are not good, but I often involuntarily envy those friends in parallel classes. I am a child who grew up with a halo. Sometimes I really believe that my life is as perfect as they see it. As long as I think, there is nothing I can't get. Just, why am I still not satisfied? Why do I still have so many distressed so many helpless words so many people do not complain?

Later I figured it out, but everyone is different. The road of your own is this shore, you can see the bumps under your feet; the road of others is the other side, only seeing the poetry in the distance. Perhaps this is why we always envy others and are envied by others. But no matter what, the road is my own choice, so I will complain, then smile and continue to go.

“The scenery on the other side is always the most beautiful.”

I think this is still true. The beauty of the other side lies in her illusory, distant, and hopeless. At this time, appreciation and yearning are also very good, especially when you are doing this, but also being appreciated and yearned by the people on the other side.

However, the paradise of the other side is not as good as the shore.

Facing the scenery on the other side, I remembered Dante’s words out of context:

Take a look and go on.

Third grade: Xue Lingyue