Author: Nishikawa Experimental School Chen Meixi
Every choice is a bitter and sweet one - inscription Years have sung in the memory, gently pulling up dream-like thoughts. In 2021, some people see residual flowers, some people look at the stars, all the past is a prologue, and all the future is expected.
The old page turned quietly without a formal goodbye. This year, I danced like a wave embracing the sea, I chased the footsteps of the wind like a drifting cloud, and in one choice after another, I met the most beautiful self. Choice is courage, it is brave to try and challenge in the unknown world; it is the flame that crosses the sky in the vast and endless darkness. When I first arrived in Xishi, I was faced with a brand new face, and nervousness was naturally inevitable.
As a freshman, I hesitated during the class committee election campaign just a few days after the start of school. I want to run, but I don't dare to run. After thinking alone countless times, I picked up my pen and wrote the cover letter, and I managed to become a publicity commissioner. That day, I had the courage to make a choice. The choice is to move forward, to use the blood drops of the will and the sweat of hard work to brew into a long-lasting jelly, and to refine the real gold in the blazing flames. Wait for the wind to come, it is better to chase the wind away.
I still remember that physical examination, exhausted, alone in the rain and rain, stepping on the red runway with no end in sight. Everyone reached the end, but I was the only one. "Four points and five," the teacher continued, "are you going to retake the test?" "I sat paralyzed on the ground, only to feel the pain of tearing my heart and lungs, and oxygen seemed to be unattainable. I wanted to shake my head and give up, but in the end I chose to fight again. "A little further, a little bit forward." Motivated by words, I finally reached the end in three minutes and fifty seconds. That day, I learned to move forward in the choice.
The choice is a new birth, a phoenix reborn from the fire, a more powerful soul after nirvana; a wildfire-inexhaustible grass, which is blown again in the spring of the coming year; and a plum blossom that has been oppressed by the wind and snow and has blossomed more and more beautifully. I no longer cling to the sorrow of yesterday, I have lost the thick cocoon that binds me firmly, I am as light as the wind, running freely, walking with the light, and constantly harvesting the light on the road to growth. Maybe retreating from difficulties will reduce a lot of worries; maybe the upside-down life will be more interesting than it is now. But I will not give up, no one's choice is not accompanied by tears, no one's smile is not accompanied by sadness. Only the fire burns to get the blue and white lime, and only through the wind and rain can you see the beauty of the rainbow.
The eagle chooses the long sky and cultivates the cool style; the shell chooses the trauma and gives birth to the dazzling pearl; the stream chooses the mountain stream, turning into a jingle and a gentle crystal... This year, I made decisions again and again at the fork in the road and met the most beautiful self. There is no regret in falling, every choice is a bitter and sweet, may I make time into a jelly in 2022, and blossom in the youth of struggle!