Accidentally written on the blackboard: waiting is also a kind of beauty. I watched it for a long time, and I began to think about my life and my experience.

I tried my best to express myself and did well in all aspects, which was well received by teachers and classmates. I fully mobilized my brain cells and showed my wit and humor in class. I was surprised. I was calm and confident in class. I succeeded, and I am very proud. What is waiting for me is not flowers but sighs! My usual performance can't make up for the lack of that open class, because I am nervous and I don't know why I am like this. Then I understood. Life is like a big stage, and people are just a small role on the stage. Excellent acting skills are the strong in life, otherwise they are the slaves of life. I don't regret my internship failure, I believe in myself, because waiting is also a kind of beauty.

Others start with success, but I start with failure. I chose an ordinary high school and started my dream journey. "Be a teacher by example, learn to be a teacher" is the purpose of my alma mater, and it is also the criterion for me to be a teacher by example. There is still a distance between reality and dreams, and it is difficult for me to find myself in front of the problem. I'm lost.

I remember telling a story in a magazine: how natural and enviable it is for Hollywood movie stars to play various roles in famous blockbusters. But when they stand on the world's highest podium, they are as incoherent as ordinary people. I'm not surprised, because life is like this. When you are assigned to play a role, you will devote yourself wholeheartedly, and when the public's eyes focus on you, you will also have a nervous reaction. So I just regard my failure as my pain. I said that waiting is also a kind of beauty.

My eyes are always accompanied by countless glass apertures, but I don't take it as a burden. Gu Cheng said: The night gave me a pair of black eyes, but I used them to look for light. Ji Yi said: God gave us a pair of eyes, but I gave it the right to discover.

It is a pain to see the light without eyes, and it is also a pain to have no right to find the light. Although I am now accompanied by countless glass apertures and bear a touch of pain, I can still look for light and have the right to discover. I regard pain as a kind of beauty.

I like life, I like being the master of life, and I don't want to be enslaved by life. Because I understand that a person's life is too short, so short that you only remember the pain and forget the happiness. Imagine, when all you have left is pain, waiting for memories is also a kind of beauty.