That year.

Spring is secretive and refuses to show up. The news has been reporting various situations during the peak period of Spring Festival travel, causing people to have the illusion that they are waiting on the platform of time3/4The spring of this year did not catch up with the seasonal train. After winter has been rampant for nearly a year, some spring breeze finally came out to send a message - spring is here! Then like a girl who was robbed of her marriage, spring came reluctantly. The unwilling evidence is that it is warm for two or three days, then cold for five or six days, and then warm and then cold again, causing all kinds of spring signs to protest. The grass that "spring blows and grows again" once showed up to watch the wind during the warm moments, but the grass body was afraid of the subsequent sudden cold, and huddled underground to wait for the news of spring warmth. However, the grass head could not shrink back, so it simply waded on the ground in protest; in previous years, lively little swallows would roll in the air in groups, claiming "I, Yan, are back again." But that year, it was so cold that the spring mud did not melt, and there was no material for building nests. Each one of them was tumbling in the air and yelling at the warm air to coax them back, and then left, leaving them without a house to live in. The situation was just like the reaction of the masses after discovering that housing prices have increased more than they expected. The most amazing thing is that I once saw an icicle hanging on the eaves gradually melting, and after all the hard work, it turned into a drop of water, which was slowly moving downwards under the influence of the earth's gravity. Just when it was about to fall, proving that there was still a little bit of spring, a gust of cold wind immediately froze the water droplet, completing a group of strange natural ice sculptures in the north. I immediately suspected that the greenhouse effect, which was regarded as a scourge in the book, was not that ferocious, and I immediately fully supported the fight against bookism.

That spring was so self-destructive. The path closest to people cannot escape this disaster. The sunny slopes on the road are still somewhat blessed by the sun, and the influence is relatively complete. Except for some mud, it is still smooth, and even a few clumps of grass appear in celebration, proving that spring is here. The shady slope is a different world - a world of ice and snow. Ice is stubborn ice and snow is snow that sticks to its position. The huge contrast between seasons challenges people's psychological endurance and continues to forge the strength of northerners. The flat road is between the two. It melts and freezes for a while, but the trend is to melt more violently, so the liquid water reincarnates and invites friends to reunite in the middle of the road. The result becomes more and more intense, and the momentum grows. Finally, they collude to form "Five Dalianchi" and even "Ten Dalianchi", setting traps on the road, not seeking wealth but only causing disasters, which is a temporary disaster.

I was rushing to take the exam and enjoy the last year of nine-year compulsory education. Then take the high w88 casino entrance examination. Every morning6Go to w88 casino at 10:00, go back and forth at noon, go back and forth again in the evening, go home late at night, and enjoy it day after day. During this time, while walking on a flat road, I fell into the pool several times and splashed around in the water. By the time I calmed down enough to find my way out, I was in a mess. When passing by the sunny slope, my heart is full of joy. I step on the grass as if I am passing through a meadow, and step on some mud as if I am passing through a swamp. Then a pile of snow suddenly appears, and after passing the snow-capped mountains, I feel like I am experiencing a condensed version of the 25,000-mile Long March, and I am extremely proud.

The studies at that time were like spring, and their vitality was gone. But fortunately, both have evolved with the times at the right time. So when I wrote the article, I wrote: Learning is like traveling. My teacher’s comment was “Old and boring, more ordinary than learning like climbing a mountain or learning like sailing a boat.” The implication is that "learning is like traveling" has been immortalized and has endless descendants. If family planning was not implemented, it is estimated that "learning is like eating", "learning is like wrestling" and "learning is like hanging a bottle" are all likely to be born. But when I finally passed the exam, what I was thinking about was "learning is like traveling", and I felt very close to it.

Another year.

I don’t know whether it is a coincidence or a coincidence, but we have caught up with the abnormal cycle of spring again. At that time, the road conditions had improved quite a lot, so many primary w88 casino students like me who were rushing to take the exam wrote essays praising the improvement of the roads in their hometowns to praise the reform and opening up and earned points for themselves. But if any child praises the renewal of everything in spring without understanding the current situation, he will surely suffer disaster because he does not tell the truth.

Back then a day consisted of three parts: morning, noon and evening. Seems normal. But the three parts are independent of each other and cannot be unified in one day. In the morning, there is a hazy misty rain, which makes people feel melancholy and has a southern flavor. The random raindrops and mist can easily remind people of the humidity in Chongqing. At noon, the sun is extremely excited, spreading sunshine wantonly, and the whole world is exposed to the sun and receives roasting kisses. The temperature seems to be high enough to bake eggs, and the momentum is not inferior to that of the Sahara; at night, semi-liquid and semi-solid heavy snow falls, making people tremble with fear. There are few creatures on the streets, and the atmosphere is as tense as Iraq, which had not yet opened fire but the trend was obvious. On this day, the weather changed like a Sichuan opera, making people feel as if they were visiting three places in one day, Asia and Africa, north and south of the equator, which made the wise Magellan blush with embarrassment.

Such bad weather seriously affects people's mood when going out. They all hope that the weather will be better tomorrow before leaving. But unexpectedly, the next day will not be as good as the previous day, and they regret yesterday's wasted time. At this time, I was rushing to take the college entrance examination, and the experience was unbearable. The only thing worth looking back on is that the words that comforted me the most were "God will get better." When writing articles at that time, I always liked to say, "Struggle is the most beautiful journey." At first, my teacher analyzed it as a metaphor. Later, when she looked up at the sky and recalled her journey to work during her busy schedule, she finally realized that it was far from that profound. She encouraged me to write the truth in such a metaphor, which is rare.

Then, I felt that this kind of warmth was comparable to spring. Coupled with my mother's warmth that was better than spring, I didn't feel decadent because of that spring when I was about to take the exam.

A few days ago.

I had a sweet dream. In my dream, the spring was warm and the flowers were blooming, and the road was smooth. I rode a tireless little donkey and majestically rushed forward. The little book boy following me carried a load of books and also ran forward tirelessly. His little eyebrows were tightened, which was reassuringly precocious. Pedestrians or onlookers on the road did not comment boringly on who should ride the donkey as in the fable, but they were full of envy, praise and blessings. I don’t know where the audience was so kind. I can only say that this is a pure dream. Some people asked me to sign my autograph, and the little book boy stood in the way and begged them not to block the way. I was in a tight schedule to take the exam, so I couldn't help it. But I signed the names one by one in a big way. After signing my name, I also added a sentence - Struggle is the most beautiful journey. The child had an angry look on his face, but he couldn't say anything. He raised his heels and looked at the road ahead...

I woke up and felt happy for a while, but also felt sorry for the child. I thought about buying him a candied haws or something on the next trip, but so far this dream has not been continued. I don’t know the sequel. I still regret it because I have enough confidence in the sequel of this dream than the so-called sequels of TV series. Unfortunately, I told myself in the dream that the most beautiful journey I learned while rushing for the exam is struggle. Today, just like rushing for the exam, I should continue to pursue this most beautiful thing.

Zhang Yanwei

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