On the way
It is just a poem, Gu Cheng's "Poetry": "You appear from the fog and rain / with a red halo after the bath." Such a beautiful encounter. I didn't know how to fall into this world, and from then on, on the road.
The rough memory was blurred, but I could still remember that the teacher in the dance class hated iron and steel, and lost patience, and I could only laugh at myself, the bones were harder than Lu Xun, but now, I was clearly a light dancer between the words; once I was incomplete, I was criticized by the teacher by name, but in the text, I was clearly a soprano. These words give me the motivation to persevere, every failure, every setback, every protagonist's character quality, will bring me more enthusiasm and vitality. It is only in the fluttering brushstrokes of a book that I truly feel the pride and joy that comes from within. Maybe my world is small, but it's full of you.
The teacher initially reminded me that when I was preparing for the competition of the little writers, a kind of excitement suddenly appeared, which was the pleasure of the opponent of chess, and it was full of joy. As soon as I thought of years of preparation about to take to the stage and compete with others, my heart ignited a strong desire to win and lose, and on the materials of various literary common sense, poems, and Chinese and foreign masterpieces, I drew a horizontal line with the key points, and every piece of paper was damaged by my flipping to the page, and every night, the light in my room was always lit up to ten o'clock. The information printed by the teacher, every piece of knowledge point, was read and read by me, read and read, and I was familiar with it. I sorted them, excerpted them, expanded them, and understood them thoroughly, so I carefully put them in my information bag and clipped them, waiting for one day, and then took them out and recited them again. Every day, I was eager to absorb knowledge, and I did not let go of every minute and every second to collect materials, and finally I got a satisfactory result - the county small literary artist. But it's not enough, it's better. This thought has always supported me, and once again embarked on the long road of literature, and in May, the city small literary competition, I came!
But the good times did not last long, I began to be complacent, slackened the study of literary common sense, the Olympic number, suppressed my whole body and mind, my life trajectory was pulled to the other extreme direction, even if my mother occasionally reminded, it became a thorn in my eye, I grabbed and kept complaining about the difficulty of the Olympic number, the busyness of life. Fortunately, Gu Cheng opened a window for me: "And run aground / As a precious nap / Watch the proud sail shadow / Go with the waves." Suddenly, I found that the little literary scholar who left the city was only a few weeks away, and I was still idle, working the Olympiad all day, and stopped on the road. It's late, right? Even if I continue to repeat the silhouette of the past, but the final result is not satisfactory, is the 16th place result a small giveaway after the laziness?
In any case, this experience as a little writer has made me understand a lot and learn a lot of things; no matter what, you have accompanied me for four years, flowers blossoming and falling, up and down all the way.
Only you can accompany me to cry until I choke, looking up at a meter of sunshine and doing fairytale dreams.
Only you will not lose patience when I am confused and helpless, and accompany me in the silent night to see the sky full of brilliant stars.
Finally, there is Gu Cheng's poem: "Collect the luster of hope / Cast a brilliant tomorrow."