Xujingshe (15) Banlin Jialong

Tagore once said: "Happiness is like a star. They can't be all over the night sky; There is a gap between them. " Life is alive, it is impossible to live happily forever, and it is inevitable to participate in "bitterness" after all. Bitterness and pleasure are two indispensable flavors of life. If happiness is not set off by bitterness, how can it reflect the beauty of happiness?

Looking back, I still can't forget that difficult time until now. That sultry summer, in our third year, we struggled for the goal of being admitted to an ideal high school. With the approaching of the senior high school entrance examination, the mock exam is unfavorable, which makes me miserable under the great pressure of entering a higher school. Irritability, panic, confusion, fear and sleepless nights make me haggard and anxious. The state has also fallen to the bottom, and I desperately want to get rid of it, but I am getting deeper and deeper like a quagmire. I am very grateful to my friends and classmates around me for their selfless and warm support during that time. I am most grateful to my father, who pulled me out of the mire.

I still remember that dark night, when I dragged my tired body home from school. The bright and soft lights at home immediately warmed my heart. He opened the door with a clean apron around his waist, which surprised me. He, my father, the phone keeps ringing, and he seldom goes into the kitchen, but today he specially cooks for me. Hot coconut and red bean sago is my favorite dessert. Thought of here, I can't help but feel a warm current. He pulled me to sit down, stroked my head affectionately and mentioned some memories of my childhood. What I hated most when I was a child was eating time. In order to coax me into eating, my father always makes me "eat" with one or two fairy tales. I said, then tell me another story. My father cleared his throat and told me such a story. Once upon a time, there was an old lady. She has two sons, one is drying salt and the other is selling umbrellas. Therefore, whether it is sunny or rainy, the old lady always looks sad. When the weather is good, she will worry about her son's business of selling umbrellas, and when it rains, she will worry about her son drying salt. As a result, the old lady became more and more haggard. Later, a wise man told the old lady that after a day of rain, it was sunny, after a day, it was sunny, sunny was sunny, and umbrellas sold quickly in rainy days. Rain or shine, your son has something to do. The old lady suddenly realized that she was cheerful from then on. Finally, my father and I were silent. "No matter what the result is, you are my baby daughter. Overcoming it is heaven, overcoming it is hell. No matter what, dad will support you. " He looked at me. Moved tears flashed in my eyes, and the sweetness of sugar water entered my heart.

"It's heaven to figure it out, and it's hell to figure it out." Dad's words seemed magical, pushing me forward and pulling me out of the mire step by step. Slowly, my state also recovered. Finally, I sat confidently in the examination room of the senior high school entrance examination. This reminds me of Napoleon's words: "People grow up from suffering. Only through optimistic struggle can they continue to thrive. On the contrary, it is easy to be buried and silent for life. " This is a sentence recommended by my father. I keep it in my heart, in my heart.

When you encounter suffering, don't be sad and don't give up easily. Remember, suffering is only the foundation of happiness and joy. Pain is the source of happiness.