Pain is the best teacher of youth

Chapter 23 Set sail with dreams, let youth fly (1)
Youth is beautiful because it has infinite possibilities.At the age when you can struggle, don't choose to be comfortable. Efforts can make up for the gaps in life, and the passion of youth can set up the sails of the expedition.If there is a bright light of dreams in the heart, no matter when and where, regardless of frost, snow and rain, light it up and lead the dream to set sail.Maybe, you will hit a rock on the way, and you will encounter dark tides, but the true meaning of life is a gorgeous adventure.Don't forget, struggling youth is the most beautiful!
As long as you think, nothing is impossible
I have dreamed of such a picture in my mind countless times: sitting quietly by the Weiming Lake of Peking University, watching the willows and peach blossoms in full bloom, and feeling the wonderful and flying youth.This kind of thought is simple and urgent, but also mixed with a little confusion.

When I was a freshman in high school, I was almost hopeless.Eating snacks, reading comics in class every day, hanging out with a few naughty boys, making the eyes of the newly graduated female teacher red with anger, while she was smiling triumphantly underneath.Those days are unbearable to look back on. It looks like a spectacle, but it is a bottomless abyss.I knew that I was falling, but I just didn't have the ability to change. The habitual laziness made me helpless, so I gave up the last struggle and effort.

Thinking about it now, I just feel that there was a lack of such a person at that time: He pointed at my nose and scolded me, did he want to go on like this for the rest of his life?Do you know what you are doing?Do you know what you want?However, that person never appeared, no one came to "save" me, and I was abandoned by the people around me.

However, no matter how deep the cliff is, it also has its bottom, and people who don't care will also have their bottom line.When I laughed presumptuously all the way, I didn't expect to fall heavily.I have to admit that when people are in pain, they will wake up and reflect seriously.Unfortunately, it took me a whole year of youth to truly understand such a simple truth.

With a score of two in liberal arts and science in high school, I decisively chose liberal arts.Maybe you can't imagine how bad my liberal arts class is!After the college entrance examination, only three people took the undergraduate course, and all of them were repeat students.But even so, I still walked into this class.

In the first monthly exam, I took the 13th place in the grade. This result seems to be good, but I know in my heart that if I can’t leave everyone behind in such a school and a class, the 13th and 130th places will not be the same. No difference.I clearly remember that the girl who took the first exam was thin and small, with thick black-rimmed glasses. She often lay down on the desk, and her face could not be seen clearly, leaving only a vague impression.She is always the first to come to school and the last to leave.Somehow, I don’t like her from the bottom of my heart, I always think she is a “nerd”, thinking that if I worked as hard as her, I would definitely not be like this now.Even if she got the first place in the exam, I dismissed her.

After the monthly exam, the head teacher held a class meeting.At the meeting, she said: "This exam, everyone who should pass the exam." When she said this, her eyes glanced at me, which seemed to mean that I had no reason to pass the exam. Humanoid.The strange thing is that I don't feel ashamed. Maybe it's because I've fallen for too long, and I have worn away my sensitive self-esteem; or maybe, I didn't take her words seriously at all.Then, she said, "I know some people think they are smart, and they look down on those who study hard. They always think that people are stupid and fly first. I want to warn these people, you think so, because you are cowardly! You dare not try , you are afraid that you will still be inferior to others after working hard; you are afraid of failure and are unwilling to take such risks; in your heart, you simply lack self-confidence and are not sure..."

Later, she said a lot, but I only remember that sentence: "Because you are cowardly!" This sentence was like enlightenment, and it woke me up.I think she is right.At that moment, I woke up. I didn't want to live my life like this, and I didn't want to be second to others for the rest of my life.

That night, I wrote a short diary, only three words: try it!Indeed, I just want to try, to see if I can still stay where I am after working hard.At that time, I didn't dare to make any promises to myself, and I couldn't make any promises. I just had the idea of ​​giving it a try, that's all.

After that, I seemed to be a different person. Even I couldn’t believe it. I could start reading at six o’clock in the morning and stay busy until 10:30 in the evening.Of course, occasionally I will be emotional, impetuous, and almost give up, but I hold back at the most dangerous moment.I think of the teacher's words "Because you are cowardly". Can't do it!There is a saying that has become my motto: anything is possible!
In the midterm exam, I turned the world around and made everyone dumbfounded.I got the first place in the exam, not only the first in the school, but also the first in the city.This result did not make me flustered, but made me more firm in my inner voice: everything is possible!I also know that this is only the first step of the Long March, and the real challenge has not yet begun.Even if I firmly occupy the No.1 position now, even if I can drop No.2 by a few points, Peking University is still far away from me.But in my heart, I really only want to go to Peking University!
In the second half of the third year of high school, we moved into a new teaching building.On the day of the relocation, there was a lot of noise in the corridor, and various noisy voices continued.I stood by the window on the third floor, looking at the scene of the first snow outside, took a breath of damp and cold air, and then said to myself silently in my heart: "Wait! I want to create a miracle."

Dreams can really stimulate a person's potential to the limit.I have never been very peaceful, but during that time I was unusually quiet, like an old scalper quietly plowing the land.Only I know that I have come to the brink of collapse several times, especially when faced with boring, rigid and unchanging textbooks, the feeling is even more irritable and depressed.I memorized each of the five history books in high school six times, and in the end I really felt like throwing up every time I read them.Fortunately, I still persevered. I know that it is wonderful to survive and survive!
Spring is here and I don't look so vibrant.Black eye circles, swollen eye bags, dry fingers, mouth full of blisters... these are all the price left by being buried in an airtight textbook. I am like a silkworm chrysalis struggling in the dark, enduring hardships and pains, Just waiting for the day when it breaks out of its cocoon and becomes a butterfly.I don't regret the path I chose, no matter how difficult it is to walk, I will stick to it.As a result, all emotions were suppressed, and all shouts were hidden in my heart. I stepped silently and moved forward silently.All the efforts are just to make the dream in my heart no longer "beauty is like a flower separated from the clouds".

On the day of the college entrance examination, I was very calm.Since you have given everything and tried your best, even if you really fail, you have no regrets.With such a mentality, I was relieved a lot. In the examination room, I only thought about the test questions and nothing else.Of course, this kind of calmness and composure also comes from the accumulation of hard work on weekdays, because with sufficient preparation, the heart is not so flustered.

Just as I expected: Three months after the college entrance examination, I walked into Peking University, sat by the Weiming Lake, and turned my dream into reality.I clearly remember that at that time, I didn't look forward to the future too much, but I began to miss the days of high school.I think I should be grateful for that period of time, which allowed me to complete the transformation of my soul and turn it into a lifetime wealth.The persistence and dedication, sweat and tears in the past have all become eternal gratitude and respect in my heart: I am grateful to my parents, teachers, classmates, and all those who have cared about and helped me.

Through my attempts and hard work, I have witnessed the miracle of life and strengthened my inner belief: everything is possible!Yes, as long as you think, nothing is impossible!

A person can be very poor, impoverished, and humble, but he cannot be without dreams.As long as the dream exists for a day, you can change your situation. /American talk show host Oprah
Dreams are never humble

When Jack was 7 years old, his father was killed in a car accident.Over the years, he lived with his mother and brother.In order to reduce the burden of life at home, his elder brother often went out to work with his mother. Jack seemed a little naive, running around all day, not knowing what he was busy with.

That day, when his elder brother Brown saw that Jack was about to slip out of the house again, he blocked his way and asked loudly: "Jack, where are you going again? There are still many things to do at home."

"Oh, Brown, get out of the way and don't get in my way. I want to do something big, build a castle out of glass bottles." Jack had a look of anxiety on his face.

Brown's eyes widened before he shrugged and sneered, "Are you kidding me? Do you know how many bottles it takes to build a castle?"

"Of course I know! Twenty thousand is enough." Jack said confidently.

"Twenty thousand is not a small amount. Where are you going to get so many bottles?" Brown dismissed it, thinking that Jack was simply whimsical.

"I'm going to pick up [-] bottles. Day by day, year by year, two years, three years, five years, one day I will be able to pick up so many bottles. If you don't believe me, just watch!" , Jack ran out.

Jack wasn't joking, nor was he hotheaded.After that, he kept looking for bottles on his way to and from school every day; when he was shopping, he also picked up bottles all over the street.Whenever he has free time, Jack sneaks out of the house to collect "materials" for his glass castle dream.Jack never let go of bottles of various colors and sizes, but even so, he could only pick up dozens of bottles every day.

Gradually, people around found that Jack was picking up bottles every day, and asked him what he was going to do?He said he wanted to build a castle.Most people responded with a smile when they heard this, saying that his brain is broken, it is impossible to pick up [-] bottles, let alone build some kind of glass castle; Shrugged as if he hadn't heard of it.

I don't know who told his mother about Jack picking up the bottle, and his mother was very angry.As soon as Jack came home, his mother asked him, "Are you picking up bottles?" Jack nodded.Mother said, "You want to build a castle out of glass bottles, don't you? Now, let me tell you, it's impossible. No one has ever done that before. And, you know, glass bottles It's easy to break, and it's likely to scratch your hands. It's fine if you can't help me like a brother, but don't bother me! Please!"

Jack didn't take his mother's words to heart. He was not afraid of the glass scratching his hands, and he still worked hard to pick up the bottle every day.He thought: Since no one believes that I can build a castle, then I should not give up, otherwise, they must think I am bragging.I'm going to build a castle out of bottles and show them!
Two and a half years later, Jack finally picked up [-] bottles.The backyard of the home has been filled with piles and it is difficult to find a place to stay.Jack happily told his brother Brown that he had completed the "first step" and that he would start building the castle next.Brown listened, said nothing, just smiled.He felt that as long as he persisted in picking up bottles, he would be able to pick up enough bottles one day, but building a castle out of them was simply nonsense.After all, no one has ever built a castle with a bottle, and the bottle is so smooth that it will fall and break when placed on it.

Just as Brown had predicted, Jack had just put the bottle on it when it fell and shattered.Seeing Jack squatting there picking up broken glass, Brown worried that his brother would be injured, so he persuaded him to give up.After working hard for so long, how could Jack be willing to give up his dream?He didn't listen to his brother's advice, and continued to build castles with bottles. He picked up bottles when they were broken, and rebuilt castles when they collapsed, without feeling tired at all.

I don't know how many bottles have been broken, and the castle has collapsed so many times, but Jack's confidence is always there.After half a year, Jack finally built a strong castle with [-] bottles, which is not afraid of wind and rain.Under the sunshine, the castle emits colorful light, attracting many people around to visit.Because of the advent of this castle, Jack's name has also become widely known.At this time, Jack's mother set up a food stall in front of the house. The business was booming, and the income increased a lot. The financial situation of the family improved immediately.

More than ten years later, Jack is no longer the little boy who picked up bottles.Today, he has become a famous designer.Every building he designed is so novel and unique that it is amazing.

Someone asked him: "Why are you always able to design unique buildings?" Jack smiled and told about the castle he built when he was young, and gave his own experience-"As long as you dare to think and do it, there is nothing you can't do." things! Dreams are never humble!"

I would rather be the smallest human being with dreams and the desire to fulfill them than to be the greatest human being without dreams and desires. /Lebanese Poet Gibran
A child without an umbrella has to run hard

It was late at night, and I was walking underground in Beijing, waiting for the last subway.

I can't remember how many nights like this, I was running around for my dreams, rushing from one studio to another just like this moment.In the huge city of Beijing, spending two or three hours on the road is commonplace.Several times, I fell asleep on the subway and in taxis.Sometimes, when I got back to the school dormitory, it was already dawn, and the bustling day was about to start again.

Every time at this time, I miss my hometown, the mountains, rivers, plants and trees there, as well as my parents.I am lucky to be able to get to where I am today. There are more than 8000 people competing for 20 places across the country. I am a poor boy from the countryside, but I entered the gate of "Beiguang" and was recommended to graduate students to study acting. .

When I was in middle school, I always wanted to go to a military academy for the simple reason that there was no tuition fee to go to a military academy.You know, my family lives in a dilapidated old house, and I couldn't even afford a pair of sandals when I was in junior high school.I have been funded by Project Hope since I was in the first year of junior high school, and I was paired with someone. After entering high school, because of my excellent grades, the school gave me special care and exempted part of the tuition fees.

I was an active person in school, not the kind who would hide in a corner and feel sad.In addition to studying, I also participated in many clubs, and occasionally performed sketches, allegro and other programs for my classmates.To say that the talent in this area is due to my father and uncle.My father has no culture, but he is very active. When he was a teenager, he learned Allegro from Jianghu entertainers. After that, he never left his body and relied on it for fun all his life.As for my uncle, he has sung Wu opera for decades, and the photo of him playing Jigong is still enlarged and hung on the wall of my house.With such elders as role models, I have learned a little bit by ear.

However, after all, I was not trained in a professional system. I can't dance, I can't play the piano, I haven't practiced body shape, and I don't know vocal music.When I was a sophomore in high school, I participated in a singing competition and won the championship. Teacher Cheng said: "You have a good voice, you can try to major in acting." At that time, there was only one month before the exam, so I learned from Teacher Cheng and the CD.I performed an allegro and the examiners were so interested that the head of my department at the university still remembers it vividly.In this way, I, a wild boy who has never seen the world, walked into the gate of "Beiguang" smoothly.

(End of this chapter)