The blue sky, the white clouds, the slight wind, and the warmth of my heart, sitting at the writing desk, the picture in my mind is such a warm heart, so unforgettable, but also in my heart. These touches made me struggle in my life journey.
Crazy high school, painful high school, unforgettable high school. Now think of me, yes, there will always be an excitement in my heart, and sometimes I can't help but smirk. Because I saw that I was too naive, too self-willed, too selfish, only knowing that I was in pain, and looking at others, why not?
The exams in the third year are so suffocating, endless real questions, simulation questions, and prediction questions... But the teacher’s corrections are always on schedule, the bright red marks are carefully printed on the papers, and we are talking to us again and again. Over and over again, people are bored. But after that, the heart is always full of warmth and full of emotion.
In the painful years of the third year of high school, I was moved and struggled all the way. Get up early every morning, shouting a bright oath to open the day of the struggle, the class is sleepy and stunned by his thighs; "I have to listen carefully, I want to go to xx university." At night, dragging tired steps for a long time Leaving the classroom, I went to sleep late at night with the lights. When I think of these familiar pictures, my heart is moving, and maybe I was moved by myself all the way, and I have been fighting all the way until now.
Nowadays, I am also moving in the middle of the day, growing up in my heart, and working tirelessly in my heart. Every morning, I quietly got up in the sleep of my roommates, took my bag and went to an uninhabited woods, read the beautiful passages, greeted the first sunshine of today, and then after a day of class, I quickly came. When I went to the library, I was afraid that a book I had not finished reading was borrowed by others. Fortunately, the book was still lying quietly on the bookshelf. I was happy to hold the book and read it carefully at the desk. Time flies. Really fast, the administrator came to urge us to leave. When I left the library reluctantly, and walked back to the dormitory, the day passed silently. I remembered this day, I was touched by myself, because I didn't waste this day, I lived very fulfilled. Although I am alone, I think of parents, classmates, and friends who are far away from home, and my heart will be filled with bleakness, but these are even more touching my heart. And tomorrow, I still do, no one asks, no one is forced, but the inner feelings are too strong, it gives me the strength to work tirelessly.
I remembered a book I read, "My Suffering, My University." The life of the master Zhao Meiping is really unbelievable. Her suffering is hard to say, but what makes her stand still alone? Failure humiliation and despair Above the ruins, even in her thorny life on the road to struggle, is suffering? Is it a setback? Or is she strong and character? NO. It was moved, her mother, relatives, strangers, and the warmth she brought to her, let her see the light, warmth and beauty of society, instead of sinking into the quagmire of suffering, never seeing the sun. These emotions gave her confidence and strength to let her struggle in her life journey!
Don't always get entangled in pain, and forget to go to our hearts to search for these feelings. They are a precious asset, they are always stirring our hearts, let us move and struggle all the way in our life journey.