The sunshine at noon will still sting my eyes looking up at the sky. The feelings carried in the growth bag turned into a force that constantly inspired me to grow. In the flow of time, my heart grows stronger every day.
You say I'm holding an umbrella alone, but I have to smile and face anxiety.
Finally, I am so close to my dream, but I really feel the fragility of my dream. I have been looking forward to belonging to the city, and the countryside I tried to escape from began to drift away from the moment I entered the university. Faced with extravagant dreams, I can't afford to pay the bill.
However, my favorite university is not my favorite major. The huge gap has made me hesitate at the crossroads of my life. The dreams made in those years seem to drift away with the arrival of this new era.
It's just that my persistent childhood made me unable to give up decisively. As long as I can try, there is still a glimmer of hope.
I began to explore such opportunities.
Like high school, I began to invest a lot of time in my study, just because my senior said, "As long as my grades are good enough, I can have one more chance to choose."
I thought I could be good enough as long as I worked hard enough.
This new journey, which began in September, may change dramatically in a year. I have been encouraging myself with this belief. I have always believed that dreams will always be left to a life full of hope.
A person's efforts, the more moved, the more persistent.
During my freshman year, I meditated on my strong desire, working hard day by day, and daily growing was smiling. Perhaps just because my dream is too extravagant, the sunshine and warmth of the national student loan make me reluctant to lose it anyway.
In a blink of an eye, it was the first summer vacation of college, and I also started my first stay in a strange city. In addition to confusion, I am also full of helplessness.
Summer in Changsha is a marathon that needs perseverance. I took a bus from Changsha Hexi to Hedong, turning all the way and going all the way.
For a student party that has never been involved in social intrigue, I am actually full of expectations for the coming summer vacation. I simply think that a good part-time job may be a brick and tile in my dream, and a little accumulation is a touch of sunshine, which is the motivation to stay in Changsha this holiday.
But the facts tell me that everything is far from simple.
I began to gradually realize the cruelty and reality of social existence. After a few days of running around and disappointment, I just want to leave some nutrition for the next one. At this moment, such a request seems a bit excessive.
Walking on the banks of Xiangjiang River, watching Orange Island under the river wind, the sunset in the distance is drifting away, but people playing under the bridge are not familiar with it. On the evening of July, an inexplicable chill came to my mind.
In front of my eyes, I saw my father working in the sunset, carrying a heavy pole and pressing the hardships of life. My father worked hard to pick up all the burdens, but he still smiled at me very hard. The sunset glow flushed his face, and he said that he would wait for his son's flower season.
Lift your head hard and let the tears return to your eyes. I told myself, I can't give up. Tomorrow I will successfully find a suitable job, and tomorrow is another day.
From Hedong to Hexi, the search for one stop after another has finally paid off, and I can finally use this holiday to save nutrients for my dream of progress.
Maybe tomorrow will be better, and I will feel less lonely.
School starts in September, and the second year of high school comes quietly.
Grades announce the shortlist for major transfer, followed by exams and interviews. Everything seemed to go as expected, but I missed the chance.
I began to feel lonely. Failure to change my major was like a thunderstorm, and I was soaked to the skin.
Enthusiastic, I began to be afraid to face such cruel facts, but I had to let myself out of the shadow of failure. Long-term negativity will only ruin my life, and life can't stand being stranded.
I began to explore my major, understand my major, understand my future direction, and strive to be a better myself.
I began to feel my own university with my heart, to feel the rain and sunshine I really dreamed of.
I began to pass on the positive energy of the national student loan to realize my dream. I know that after this failure, there will be more wonderful fragments in my life.
Raise money for AIDS orphans, send warmth to patients in wards, bring young breath to the elderly and accumulate more positive energy for their dreams.
I began to do public welfare with a group of like-minded friends, struggle together, and create our own small era together.
No matter how hesitant you are, you should appreciate the pain and hope along the way.
When my mother was ill that year, she said to me, "Mom is old, so you should face the ups and downs in the future. Mom can't stay with you forever. "
That year, I 15 years old. Like almost all the people who first came up with the idea of studying medicine, the most important person in my family is sick, so I want to be a doctor, so I can cure my relatives' diseases.
That year I took the college entrance examination, and on the eve of 18' s birthday, my grandmother passed away.
I didn't see my grandmother for the last time, even before I went to see her for the last time. My grandmother chose the cruelest way to leave her relatives.
After all, grandma didn't wait until the day when her dream came true, and even left me with regrets and sadness all my life.
It turns out that this is the fragility of life, even waiting all night is a luxury.
Yu told me that poverty is not a shackle of progress, but a force that drives our efforts. On the way to our dreams, we all need a strong reason. The countryside gives us the desire to go to the city. From the beginning of seed germination, it takes a long time to cultivate and grow.
I strive to enrich my life and write my own colorful chapters.
I admit that I am a person who is extremely eager for success, and my life needs to move forward non-stop.
I began to write down my love for words on major portals, and even worked as an editor part-time to inspect strangers' literary talents. I began to plan my future.
I began to find my love for medical research, and I began to dream of growing up with a group of friends who share the same medical dream.
Junior year, this is another good start, and the past I thought I couldn't get through is gradually over.
Postscript:
The national student loan has given me the strength to realize my dream. On the journey of building a dream, bumps and hardships are the process of growth. I will try my best to fly, and I will make my dream once barren land bloom in spring.
I held my newly printed resume tightly in my hand, the ink was clear, the paper was stretched, and I covered it with a skirt for fear of being damaged by the rain. The drizzle falls on my hair, and the water drops are crystal clear. I walked nervously and excitedly to the bishop, which was the first time I set foot on the road of job hunting.
Every September in Chongqing is rainy, but it always brings him a familiar and cordial feeling. It was on such a morning that my father and I came to Chongqing University.
The first time I took the train, I looked at vilen outside the car from time to time along the way, looking for the winding footprints of the train on the map. Gansu, Shaanxi, Sichuan, Chongqing ... After Qian Shan, the mountains are more and more lush, and there is a river in the mountains from time to time, which is clear and beautiful. There is no river in my hometown to pick up stones. I always dig wells at home, and the water pumped up in winter is still steaming.
After two days and one night, the train finally arrived in Chongqing in the early morning. There are few people in the railway station, as if the city woke up slowly in the morning, and we are the people who woke up the city. After getting off the train, my father and I both looked at the sky in Chongqing. A stream of hot air and moisture came to my face and soaked every inch of my skin. The volunteers received at the station were tired early in the morning, but they remained enthusiastic.
Along the way, I lay by the window and looked at all the dreams that flashed in front of me.
"Dad, you see, people are still planting such a good tree in the middle of this road. Too rich! " How beautiful it would be if the dirt road in our village had the money to plant so many trees.
"Dad, my notice says we are going to the university town!" Establish an independent city for the university. ...
The car passed through a long tunnel, and the golden light was dazzling. There was also a tunnel when we left the county seat. Soon, someone was charging there. People opened such a long tunnel for free.
"Why is it so far!" My enthusiasm was extinguished by my father's cold words. I took back my neck and sat in my seat, no longer looking around. I saw my father frowning and there was a trace of anxiety in his eyes, as if he was rushing to a place he didn't want to go.
I opened my eyes and watched the school bus drive into Chongqing University. I have long heard that there are wide asphalt roads in the university, and sure enough, the car has been around the campus for a long time. As soon as my father got off the bus, he grabbed a bag of bedding and let me walk freely with my suitcase like other college students. Actually, I prefer to recite by myself. Along the way, in fact, I care more about my father than these.
"I don't know where to register, follow others to the front!" In the father's view, a son is always a son. The father walks in front and the son follows.
My father bent down, carrying his bedding, and every step was slow and steady, as if knowing that the front was the place to report for duty and expecting something.
At the crossroads in front, I finally saw the centralized freshman reception desk, where volunteers held up signs.
"Who is following the old man? Please come here. "
"Oh, it's me."
"Well ..."
Working in the mountains all the year round, and with my brother going to college in recent years, my father has already worked hard with white hair. Although wearing hats, the volunteers saw gray sideburns and were called grandfathers. It took me a long time to know that the new classmate who followed grandpa was like an "uncle" in the eyes of volunteers.
After receiving the registration form, we were taken to the dormitory by volunteer students. After the two new students in the dormitory greeted each other, their parents accompanied them to report for duty and went shopping happily. After everything settled down, my father sat in a chair and lit a cigarette. Father seldom smokes all the way, so he must be very unaccustomed.
"Why didn't we even have a teacher when we went there to get this watch!" Father frowned and took a puff at his cigarette.
"I didn't see it at all."
"I haven't signed up yet. I wonder if people can lend me money. As far as the money I bring is concerned, you can't eat after school. "
Suddenly, I remembered my father's worries along the way. In fact, the first thing I did when I came to school with my father was to see if I could get a student loan. Freshness and excitement actually washed it away.
My father looked at me and stopped talking. "I'll go down later and see how to sign up." In case the loan is not paid, you use the money first, and I will go back and find a way for you. " In fact, I don't know what my father will think when he goes back. It has been more than a month since he received the admission notice. He should make a careful plan with his mother.
I thought I could get a loan from my hometown and I could breathe a sigh of relief early, but I didn't have enough money at home and didn't send enough things to the cadres of the brigade. The money was still lent to rich children. We read my admission notice over and over again, and finally pinned our hopes on the "green channel" of admission-the student loan. I was going to explain the situation at home to the teacher as soon as I came, and see if I could enter the exam. After all, I have to pay tuition for registration, but I didn't see the teacher when I took the watch just now, and my father was inevitably worried.
"Hello, classmates, report one by one according to the above. The accounting office is just downstairs. You pay the money, stamp it, you go there to get military training clothes, and then go to the school hospital to pay the insurance premium ... "
"Well ... I don't have tuition yet, and the admission notice says I can't apply for a student loan ... no?"
The classmate at the reception desk paused and suddenly turned around and said, "Teacher, this classmate says he has no tuition!" " "
I saw two young female teachers coming from the host parents, and later I learned that they were our counselors. Father's authentic dialect, two young teachers frowned, as if they didn't understand, and their eyes showed a trace of eagerness.
Seeing the teacher's waiting eyes, my father became more anxious and incoherent. I relayed it to the teacher slowly according to my father's meaning, and my father felt a little calmer after listening to it.
At this moment, a male teacher came along. He was then the secretary of the Youth League Committee of our college. ...
Later, we went back to the dormitory.
"I didn't expect your teacher to be so young. When we first got the watch, people stood by and didn't even see it. People understand our situation and say that you can go through other procedures first, and you can not pay the tuition first. I estimate that when people have studied it, our loan is really promising. " My father's face is full of joy. I know dad can have something to say to mom when he gets home.
Dad stayed in my dormitory that night, and we both slept soundly.
My father came home at six o'clock the next morning. A month later, I called my father and said that I had done a good job in helping students. I will never forget the joy of the old man on the other end of the phone.