the most beautiful time

Chapter 8 Let us still dismiss each other (2)

However, it happens that the principal's son is competing with you.However, the teacher who corrected the Chinese test paper was the head teacher of the competitor.Therefore, the composition that you were so proud of in the past and was often used as a model essay in each class has become a disadvantage in this exam. up to the back.

Such a result made you feel lost and sad for a long time. You didn't understand why you got such a poor score in the exam when you published an article in the school newspaper that attracted a lot of applause.You have consulted a lot of books in order to prepare the materials for writing, and often, in the city library, from the early morning to the street lights.You have paid so much sweat, but in the end, you have reaped barrenness everywhere.Injustice is as clear as black paint on a white wall. You use a knife to scrape painfully, only to find that everything is in vain.

Dear Lan, from your mother, I know that you have been sad about this for a long time. At one time, you didn’t know how to face the classmates who admired you for the chance to be recommended to a key university. You are afraid of being questioned by relatives and friends. Every time someone mentions it, it seems that the wound that has just been scarred is torn open, painful, and piercing.This is the first time you have faced such cruel injustice, you are at a loss, you toss and turn but still can't figure it out.You ask me, is everything the adults say is false?Why when they told you to work hard, they forgot to tell you that not everything in this world can be successful as long as you work hard, but if injustice stands in front of you and takes away the opportunity, then you are How to deal with it?
Yes, Blue, not all PKs have fair rules.There are always some people who try their best to find loopholes in the rules, take the opportunity to jump in front of you, and make all your hard work go to waste.And at this time, are you obstinately fighting this injustice, haggling over every detail, even exhausting your entire youth, unable to get out of its shadow, or just smile lightly, take it as a life experience, and continue your journey?Dear Lan, you have lost the chance to be recommended, and you still have a college entrance examination. When fate closes a door to you, you should learn to move on and find another door leading to the singing of birds and flowers.

Dear Lan, when you complained to me, I actually experienced the same injustice. I graduated from graduate school, and with excellent grades, I ran around in newspapers, schools, radio stations or companies, but there were always people, Find out one or another reason, and brush me out of the top interview results. Gender, education, appearance, and region can all be reasons for my rejection.If I were like you, anxious, resentful, confused, and even indulged in the face of such a clear injustice, then maybe not only this door would be closed, but more doors would be closed between my hesitation and helplessness. In the endless complaints and complaints, they all closed indifferently.

There is no chance that will wait at the intersection you must pass; and the doomed injustice, no matter how much you ask for it, it will be difficult to return to your side.So dear Lan, why should you spend your days in sorrow and tears in front of the glory you can't win, and therefore, miss those PKs that can let you show yourself fairly?

Dear Lan, forgive me for not being able to give you any good recipe this time to help you regain the pride that should belong to you.I have traveled ten years longer than you, so I can only tell you so cruelly that the ending of a fairy tale is not just about warmth and happiness; .

Because of work and study, I travel back and forth between Beijing and J City every month.On the road, it has become another normal state of my life.I'm used to sitting on the rickety K45 train, turning on the computer, plugging in headphones to watch a movie, or turning up the singing until the noise around me is drowned out.And my heart, following the lonely singing, flew to the wilderness outside the window.Many times, I am like this. I am obviously in the noisy crowd, but I deliberately seal myself in the shell, and often regard the world in this shell as a bright universe, and think that other than that, it is all The monotonous sound of a train crossing the tracks.

I once regarded this kind of journey as a kind of burden. If there is no singing, I hardly know how to survive the long 6-hour drive in the crowded crowd.From getting up in the morning to the station, almost all the time of the day was devoted to this journey; but it gave me nothing but consumed my precious time.

Yes, I have always wanted to get something from such frequent journeys.Until one day, I turned around inadvertently, and found that the brightest flower was always by my side, but I tried my best to escape far away with the help of external force.

He was the first to meet the group of recruits.They carried uniform military green backpacks, and under the leadership of a veteran, they ran all the way from the entrance of the station to the ticket gate.I was following the crowd, walking forward casually, inadvertently turned my head to the left, and met a childish-looking soldier.He looked at me curiously for a full minute before turning his head to the ticket gate with a smile.What is he looking at me?The badge of a famous university on the chest?Scattered gaze?Thin and long earphones?Or, my existence itself, for him, is a landscape worth watching?
That was the first time I witnessed the enlistment of recruits.They gathered from small towns in all directions, and they were strangers to each other. They didn't know where the new team was stationed, and they didn't know who would sit with them, and who would become comrades in life and death.Everything in their hearts is the scenery on the distant horizon, so far away and so charming.From the moment they left their parents, relatives and friends, their hearts followed the journey and went on the road together.It is an 18-year-old boy, everything is new, everything is fear, and every step is an unknown scenery.And everything in the journey, not only as a journey, but more importantly, as a kind of imprint, embedded in their youth; just like, sand embedded in shells.Pain, but it will also have a shining brilliance in the future.

After the group of simple recruits passed by, I followed the crowd and squeezed onto the train. In the hustle and bustle, I finally found my place and settled my luggage. When I looked up, I saw a girl standing outside the train window, gesturing hard. wearing something.Opposite me, a girl with an ordinary face and rough clothes sometimes raised her head and looked out of the window dodgingly, and sometimes lowered her head to pick off the fluff that flew out from the inferior down jacket, or the embarrassing new hairballs on the cuffs of the clothes.This is an introverted girl. Looking at her bloated luggage, one knows that she must be working somewhere in Beijing, but for some reason, she returns without success.And the girl who sent her off was cleanly dressed and had deliberate makeup on her face.This is a farewell between two girls.I guess that the two girls may have come from the same remote mountain village, but in the fiercely competitive Beijing, their true love in the past, together with the silent change between them, has changed.One of them is like a fish in Beijing, although he also feels helpless, but he has the joy and joy of going from the ditch to the sea; and the other, because he cannot adapt to the cruel rhythm of Beijing, is like a piece of extra fat, and is quickly thrown away. The walking city is mercilessly thrown away.

And this kind of separation should be embarrassing and cold.Like, the dry and cold air outside the window, people walk in it, feel helpless, cold and lonely.And just when I felt desolate for the girl who was left behind by Beijing, the girl outside the window suddenly began to breathe hard on the car window; Write: Call me when you get home, pay attention to safety, be careful on the road.The girl's handwriting is a little immature, but it can still be seen that every one of them is written with her heart.She integrated those silent reluctance, concern, miss, and pity into this sentence that quickly dissipated in the cold wind.She wrote quickly like this, breathed, then wrote, and breathed again.She told the reserved girl in the car to take care of herself, call her if there is something to do, and remember to say hello to her aunt on her behalf.The girl on the opposite side tried hard to read the reversed words on the glass, and when each line of words passed away, the circles of her eyes became red again and again.Through the window, she never said a word, even a thank you.She just gestured and gestured to tell the girl outside that there was no need to give it away, let's go.

When the train finally departed 20 minutes later, the girl chased the train again and ran for a distance, but soon, she was left far behind along with those unspoken words.And at this moment, I looked up at the girl opposite, and her tears flowed out under my naked gaze.

And this journey, I want to give her, should be longer, deeper, and unforgettable than the days of wandering in Beijing.

I still remember the trip from Beijing to J city clearly. The entire carriage was crowded with no gaps by returning migrant workers; it took a long time for the waiter who pushed the cart to sell Fuzhou fish balls to get out of a carriage with difficulty; And those migrant workers, because they were accompanied by their companions, their words were like exploding fireworks, making unscrupulous noises and crowding in mid-air.My ears are filled with dialects that I don't understand, until I feel the pain of being uprooted.

Of course, it was not a pleasant journey. It was bleak and lonely outside the window, and the car was full of noise.And I, strangely enough, was grateful from the beginning to the end.

In fact, those long and short journeys in life, whether lonely or noisy, each of them is worthy of our gratitude and deep memory.

Such a short journey of life, it is lucky to go through it, but to be able to see the shadow of love and youth outside the journey, like trees receding quickly outside the window, streams passing by in a blink of an eye, mountains and haze walking away silently, who would Can it be said that this is not another chance encounter deliberately arranged by life?
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