Pain is the best teacher of youth

Chapter 17 Detours of youth, you have to walk by yourself (3)
The physics teacher wrote the energy conservation formula on the blackboard, and talked about the ball in the critical state that was about to fall. According to my usual habits, I should try to write down every word the teacher said, but I didn’t do it , but turned his head and said to the tablemate: "It's really boring, why do we have to let two small balls bump into each other, and we have to rack our brains to study?" The eyes of the tablemate looking at me can be described as surprise , She couldn't believe it, these words came out of my mouth, she nodded, and said: "It hits the nail on the head!" When she said that, I felt a little ecstatic.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and my notebook was still blank, without writing a word.But for some reason, I felt a faint uneasiness in my heart, and I was a little panicked, as if I had done something wrong. I was afraid that the teacher would find out my performance in class, and I was also afraid that he would see my clean notebook.In my heart, there is no such relaxed pleasure, but more tension and pressure.I asked myself: Do bad kids have more pressure than nice girls?

Before I could figure this out, it was time for lunch.The cafeteria is still overcrowded. Looking at the long queue, I feel anxious for a while.Under the watchful eyes of everyone, I swaggered from the end of the line to the head of the line, pretending to be cool.Carrying the prepared meals, I walked through the crowd hungry, and deliberately made myself look relaxed and unrestrained.However, the dinner plate seemed to be much heavier than before, and I was so tired and tired that I couldn't lift my head.

After finally finding a table, I hadn't eaten a few bites before I found it hard to swallow.Why is today's food so unpalatable?Or do I have a bad appetite?I felt that there were many pairs of eyes all around me staring at me, and I felt uncomfortable.With a long sigh of relief, I fled the cafeteria, returned to the classroom on an empty stomach, and continued to put on my headphones to be my "bad boy".

I didn't eat much at noon, and I only had two classes in the afternoon, and I could already hear the sound of my stomach growling.During class break, a classmate politely borrowed the physics notes from me in the morning. I looked at the empty notebook and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't feel well in the morning, so I didn't write it down." When I said this, I suddenly I realized that I had returned to my usual appearance.I think if it's really a bad kid who doesn't care about anything, he will probably laugh and say "I fell asleep in class and didn't memorize anything", or "I don't have a notebook at all"... Can I say that ?would i do this

I completely gave up the plan to be a bad kid, because it is too difficult to be a bad kid, and it is not the real me. Pursuing someone else's role will only add to my troubles.Everyone is a unique individual with their own personality and lifestyle, which is the most precious gift that life bestows on us.

When you make a decision that you think is right, reality slaps you hard. /Youth Novel "Hourglass"

A word that made me grow up suddenly
On the way of growth, there will always be some things that benefit people for life. They are like catalysts in chemical reactions, making people grow up instantly and mature quickly.My coming-of-age ceremony began under the old locust tree at the head of the village, when I was 17 years old.

After the college entrance examination, I got a poor report card and knew that I had no chance to go to university.At that time, I had already grown into a big boy, standing a head taller than my father.I have nothing to do, hang out with a few young people in the village all day long, hang out in several surrounding villages during the day, and find a small restaurant to smoke and drink at night, and live a carefree life.When my parents saw me like this, they were also worried, for fear of causing any trouble.

In the blink of an eye, the whole summer has passed.One morning in early autumn, the young men and I met a peddler from the county town at the east end of the village. He was driving a farm vehicle with a net covering the side of the vehicle and some chickens in it.I know that he is a chicken dealer.We blocked his way and entangled with him. The chicken dealer was a little annoyed and shouted loudly: "I still want to collect chickens! I don't have time to mess around with you bastards!"

"Haha..." We said to him with rascal smiles, "How do you know we don't have any chickens to sell?"

"Hey, you guys are all hairy kids, can you decide to sell your chickens without permission? Are you looking for a beating?!" The chicken dealer glared at us with disdain, and said sarcastically.

Young and vigorous, this is true.What he said angered us. I patted my chest and said to him, "Don't underestimate people! Wait, we have to sell you the chicken today!" There are only chickens, and all of them act as experts in the business, haggling with the chicken dealers for the price.

Finally, we negotiated: a chicken costs two yuan, let the chicken dealer wait under the big pagoda tree, and we go home to catch chickens.The chicken dealer looked helpless, waved his hands and said, "Go ahead! Let me tell you, I won't wait after the expiration date. My business is considered dead."

I brought the 12 chickens raised at home to the old locust tree in a bundle. At this time, my brothers had already made a deal—the chickens had already been locked in the car, whining.I pretended to be arrogant and threw those chickens in front of the chicken dealer, and said to him: "Count it! There are 12 chickens, not one of them is too much!" Here's your money."

At this time, my father and mother just came back from picking manure from the field. When I saw the roosters and hens piled up on the ground, my mother hurried over.These chickens are all chicks that my mother bought from the market and raised little by little. She can recognize them at a glance.I also know that these chickens are now laying eggs, and my mother often sells the saved eggs in the market to earn some money to supplement the family.

My mother asked me, "What are you doing? Why are you selling these chickens?" I ignored my mother, and just said to the chicken dealer, "Give me the money!" The chicken dealer hesitated, looked at my mother and asked, "Sister, what are you doing?" Are the chickens for sale?" Mother said firmly, "No! These are laying chickens! We won't sell them!"

"Sell!" At this time, my father came over and said loudly, "Sell at the price you agreed on!"

The mother turned her head, looked at her father and said, "The chicken is sold, and you will have to spend money to buy eggs in the future. You can't expect to buy the eggs for daily necessities. What do you know? A chicken only sells for two yuan!"

"Two yuan?" My father was taken aback, as if he didn't expect the price to be so low. He turned to me and asked, "You guys just agreed on the price?" I realized that I had made a big loss. .I lost the confidence I had just now, and whispered to my father: "Well, it costs two yuan each."

The chicken dealer is a smart person and knows how to read words and emotions.He smiled flatteringly and said to his father: "Brother, let's discuss the price again. If two yuan is not enough, we can increase it, how about it?" His father sighed and said: "The price is too low, but you have just agreed , How can you go back on your word? Just sell it at this price!" The chicken dealer was stunned for a moment, and then he took out a wad of money and counted it to his father: "Brother, just pay 20 yuan a piece, you count." Father He didn't pick it up, but pushed the money back and said, "It costs two yuan each, and we don't want a cent more. What has been agreed cannot be changed casually."

The chicken dealer handed the money to his father, and hurried away in a farm vehicle.Those young people, seeing what happened just now, also became honest, and went back to their respective homes in desperation.My father patted me on the shoulder and said: "You are 17 years old, you are not a child anymore, what you say is like water poured out, you can't just go back on your word! To be a person, you must have credibility. Be responsible for everything you do, otherwise, what kind of person is it?"

I thought about my father's words, and suddenly felt that I had grown up, crossed the dividing line between childhood and adulthood, and became a man responsible for my words and deeds.

After all, we have to grow up, quietly growing up with a feeling of no complaints. /Youth Novel "Grow Up on Time"

always do what you should do
In the age of youth, we will inevitably encounter small troubles and difficulties. For young us, that may be a big grievance, but in the long river of life, it is just the beginning.It is normal to encounter adversity, crisis, and take some detours. What is important is what kind of mentality we should maintain in these past experiences.

At that time, I was still in the first grade of junior high school.Near the end of the year, the school held a garden tour, in which there were many game sessions, but almost everyone who participated could win prizes, and the prizes that had piled up into a hill just now, there were not many left in the blink of an eye.

As a playful person, I competed with my classmates for a long time before I got a prize ticket, so I excitedly went to receive the prize.The awards booth was packed, and everyone was hoping for the last few prizes.I am thin and small, but I am not to be outdone, and I squeeze forward desperately.The window for award distribution is very small, and the people inside hardly look up at the person receiving the award outside. They just take the other party's award ticket and pass the prize out of the window.

After waiting for a long time, it was finally my turn.When I got the prize, I was so happy.But this joy didn't last for a few seconds, and I felt that the things in my hand were "smoothly" taken away.I quickly looked around, only to see a big boy with a thick back and a waist smiling proudly at me.

"What are you laughing at? That prize is mine!" I yelled at him.

"Everyone has a prize ticket, and whoever grabs it will get it. Besides, why do you say it's yours? It doesn't have your name written on it!" He spoke like a rascal.

I found it useless to yell at someone like him, so I decided to be soft.I tugged at the hem of his clothes, and said in an almost pleading tone: "I got it first, please give it back to me, okay?"

Who knows, he didn't sympathize with the weak at all, and pushed me away.I, who only weighed 80 kilograms, couldn't withstand such a big man's violent push. I fell to the ground all of a sudden, but he ran away in a hurry.I endured the pain and got up from the ground, with tears on my face, and walked towards the office of the third grade while crying.

I forgot to explain, my mother is the head teacher of the third grade in this school, and she can be regarded as a very authoritative figure.When I was injured, the first thing I thought of was my mother, and I thought she would definitely help me.

After listening to me crying and telling the story, my mother was silent for a moment, and then said: "Don't cry, fasten your shoelaces." I looked down, and I didn't know when my shoelaces were loose. up.I squatted down and tied my shoelaces, and then I expected my mother to seek justice for me, but my mother said calmly, "Let's go, let's go home."

I was very wronged in my heart: that was obviously my prize, and I got it through hard work. Not only was it snatched away like this, but it was also pushed to the ground.Obviously, that boy is a bully, why can't my mother ignore it?This matter has been pretending in my heart for a long time, and I have complained to my mother more than once.

Of course, that kind of resentment and self-willedness are just thoughts from a young age.Ten years later, I have graduated from university, and I have experienced many successes and failures over the years. When I think about this incident again, I understand my mother's good intentions.

My mother is not cowardly or unwilling to make decisions for me. When I was annoyed because I didn't get the prize, she reminded me to tie my shoelaces because I really should have done that at that moment.If I let me cry, I may be worried about this matter for the rest of my life. After all, there are many things in life that we want but can't get. How can we demand that every wish be fulfilled?Even if my mother sought justice for me that time, who can guarantee that I will not encounter similar things again at some point in the future?At that time, will my mother also happen to be by my side and solve troubles for me?

My mother's peaceful approach is actually to let me learn to be strong, to let me understand that when life doesn't go my way, don't worry and complain too much, but do what you should do as always, and keep a calm mind.Only in this way can we tie happiness with the rope of life.

I know I'm not a very good recorder, but I like to look back on the way I came here more than anyone else. I keep looking back, stopping, and then time throws me down and rushes forward vigorously. / Young Writer Guo Jingming

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