Some dreams, you can only think
 

Wen / Shuxin
 

I only have a high school degree, which is something I have been ashamed to say and feel inferior for many years. When the book planner came to me and asked me for a brief introduction to the author, my inner complexity was beyond words. I don't have any other qualifications, majors, honors or years of experience in writing that the author can easily get. Some have even returned from studying abroad or are studying abroad, which is beyond my reach. A few years after graduation, I only gained stumbling and tortuous work experience, but these are ashamed to be "an introduction to the author". Therefore, until I got the "inspirational" topic and began to write the sample draft, I was an author without "author profile".
 

As for some dreams, I realized that I had been so deeply longing for them when I could no longer realize them. At the last mobilization meeting before the college entrance examination, the head teacher asked a classmate who had repeated his studies for five consecutive years to give a speech. When the classmate only said "I want to be a soldier most, but I am over age", he suddenly choked and couldn't say any more - even if he could be named on the gold list in the sixth college entrance examination, he couldn't make up for his regret that he couldn't hold a steel gun in his life, and he was no longer with the military in his lifetime. At that time, I was struggling for my beloved college dream, and I couldn't fully realize the feeling that I couldn't do what I wanted when I faced the "dream can never be realized". The education I received since childhood is all about the good advice of "perseverance, gold and stone can be carved", which makes me firmly believe that as long as I never give up and work hard, I will get what I want. Even I am sure that this student who has been studying for five years will finally achieve proud results like Edison invented the light bulb. However, life can always easily break our original "perseverance".
 

After taking the college entrance examination for the sixth time, the students still rubbed shoulders with the undergraduate colleges and universities. Finally, they calmly read the junior college and didn't repeat it again. It is said that his score is lower than that of the first college entrance examination. At the graduation party, he was so drunk that Yushan would collapse and talked about wine. He kept saying that he was wrong. He should not repeat his studies and join the army. He was lying on the wine table with tearful and decadent eyes. Today, many years later, he is still very clearly printed in my mind. The abnormal pressure of five years of re reading made it difficult to give up joining the army for undergraduate study, leaving the young heart nowhere to rest at that time. After unremitting efforts, who could have expected that the outcome would be so desolate - there would never be an intersection with the military camp, and there would be no intersection with directly recruited undergraduates. If the song of youth, how to spend in the end is not to live up to the years. Five years of struggle has become a waste of time in front of the naked results. No one does not admire his courage to repeat for five years, but the "courage" in the college entrance examination can not add points; No one does not regret the passing of his dream of joining the army, but the years cannot turn back.
 

The greatest magic of life is that it can make your original tender heart become crisscross, and it can heal all the scars on your heart silently. It has been several years since he ran into this classmate again. When asked about the current situation, he smiled and said that he had been upgraded to college and planned to take the postgraduate entrance examination in the future. There is always more than one way to dream, but it's a pity that we all understand this truth after a long time. It's not about persistence. On the tortuous road of life, we must always learn to detour and turn. Instead of going all out to repeat for five years, junior college seems to be a helpless choice, but it is not that there is no way out. Although the way of "upgrading from junior college to undergraduate" can eventually become an undergraduate, it will never miss the dream of "direct undergraduate". Even if you give up the way you want to join the army to fight for it, you can't get a little pity for life.
 

I never deny that only through struggle can we get closer to our dreams. The word "man will conquer nature" has been verified by countless people, and it also inspires countless young people who are working hard for their dreams. However, it is not that you have made several times more efforts than "successful people", you will be able to achieve their achievements. No response is often the norm of life. When we begin to calmly accept the unresponsiveness of life and still don't give up our efforts, this is growth. In the circle of friends, I see an inspirational title - life is not just a temporary hesitation. Indeed, procrastination and luck alternate. We are all extremely eager for the favor of the God of luck because we have a long time to linger. Learning to take root in the cracks of many "hesitations" is the ability that life wants to teach us most. Even if the land you finally reach is not your original dream, you should also face the sun and strive to grow.
 

The Chinese teacher who has taught me for three years said that I am the least able to write articles. I can always use my own arguments to overturn arguments. I also said that it was very serious and clear. When I received the topic of "inspirational", I vaguely felt that I couldn't do well. I didn't have the powerful power to cheer up decadent people. In the end, the planner's evaluation of the sample manuscript is that it has no reading significance. It's really pale and powerless. The whole article is full of nonsense, so it's reasonable. His advice is to write as tall as possible and not to write that you haven't studied in college. I stared at the chat record and was stunned for a long time.
 

I think of an application a few years ago. The fat man across the street smiled gently. He said I was sincere, but my education really didn't meet the standard. The most realistic side of life is this. No one will discriminate against you because you lack a label. They just set a threshold and shut you out. Ability determines whether you are excellent or not after work, but the most basic full-time degree will determine whether you can get a job.
 

Not long ago, an interest group was added. The group leaders divided into several small groups based on their educational background. The main idea is that people at the same level will have more common language and be easier to get along with. They repeatedly emphasize that there is no discrimination. Even a girl from a military academy boldly put forward her view of marriage and love, saying that she was only willing to marry an officer. When someone asked the sergeant if he could do it, he replied simply, "No." A female classmate, who married an undergraduate as she wished, occasionally talked on the phone about mate selection. She also said categorically: "people who have studied in university are different." Almost everyone does not refute that "education is not absolute", but interestingly, they are willing to roughly measure people's level based on education.
 

What makes me regret so far is not that I can't wear the academic hat in the eyes of everyone, but that I have been poor all my life and will never have the experience of wasting my time wantonly in my youth. Every dream that goes away and can no longer be grasped will be carried for a long time, just like the feeling that a student who has been studying for five years missed joining the army. He said that joining the army is his lifelong dream. Those who have not watched their dreams go away will not understand the feeling that their hearts are hollowed out. My best friend sent me a message in her freshman year: "in class, very sleepy." My heart immediately surged: I am not sleepy, and I will never have the chance to be sleepy in class again.
 

Later, I was unwilling to take the exam twice. The first exam was the next night shift. I was so sleepy that I couldn't control my hand. I fell straight down from my seat. My right arm couldn't move for a moment and was sent out of the examination room to rest. I didn't pay the tuition fee for the second time, but I didn't even pay the tuition fee for the second time. Once I mentioned this to my classmates, he said that the most inspiring story is not to make you full of chicken blood, but to make you feel that you have never been abandoned by the world. Those days of reading and doing problems after the night shift, those hopeful but bloody results, are my own little by little.
 

After a year of repetition, my cousin took the college entrance examination in the same year as me. She went to France to study with a score of more than 200 points lower than me. Five years later, when I returned from school, I pointed to the "Taotie" in the newspaper and asked me how to read it. At that moment, I was suddenly relieved. It doesn't matter if I can't get a lot of things in the end, because it may not be as valuable as you think. Now I have plenty of time, but I'm not so eager to take the academic examination. I'm happy to write something after work. Even if you don't sign the manuscript and earn enough royalties, it's enough to let your restless emotions find an outlet.
 

Life will defeat those once hot dreams again and again, showing an ugly, ferocious and ruthless side. Please be sure to learn to make fun of hardship in the dark years, and continue to believe in the beauty of life. Laugh at those dreams that can't be realized, and use the blood of that year to encourage yourself who is in trouble at present.
 

I still work in obscurity against the low education background of high school students, far from the standard of excellence in the eyes of everyone, and even have nowhere to write about the "tall" proposed by the planner. But I can gradually look straight at this situation and try to make myself better. The torrent of years will eventually push us somewhere. Maybe it's not a long-awaited paradise, maybe it's just a barren mountain. Then please take root in the barren mountain. Just think about the dream of "paradise".
 

I was told to live a life of flattery and disgrace. If a person can always make his dream come true or always live in a good situation where everything is "readily available", then this is only a "pet". You must be "spoiled" first, and then you must be "humiliated" before you can slowly learn to precipitate a calm temperament between the spoiled and humiliated constantly thrown by life.
 

Some dreams can only be thought about. Accept your futility calmly and grow up; Only when you can regain your mood after flying into the air and travel with light clothes is the practice.