Pain is the best teacher of youth

Chapter 8 Every setback is a new starting point (1)
Life will never be a smooth and smooth journey. Setbacks and difficulties are like wind in autumn, rain in summer, and snow in winter. They will not tell you when it will come in advance, but they will always be indispensable.Perhaps, in the years of growing up, you once fell to the ground, and you once had doubts and frustrations about life, but please don't despair, and don't be intimidated by the predicament in front of you.In many cases, setbacks are just a false door. When you muster up the courage to open it, you will be greeted with a brilliant sunrise.The process is painful, but the ending must be beautiful.

There is no failure when you are young, everything can be repeated
Grandma said, when I was 7 years old, someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up.With my chin held high and my mouth pouted, I said that when I grow up, I will go to Beijing to go to university.Later, this became a plot that the family often brought up after dinner. They couldn't figure out how a 7-year-old girl would have the idea of ​​"going to Beijing to go to university".However, that was really my dream, supporting me through elementary, middle and high school.

In June 2008, I took the college entrance examination.I wanted to go to Beijing to study, but I ended up hastily with a score of 6.On the day of filling out the application form, I did not come to school, but took the 560 yuan given by my parents and set foot on the train to Suzhou alone.When the poet Zhang Jijin failed the ranking, he also went to Suzhou with disappointment. Looking at the ancient maple tree bridge in the night, he wrote down a poem that will last forever: "The moon falls, the sky is full of frost, and the river and the fishing fire face sorrow. Gusu City Outer Hanshan Temple, the bell rings at midnight to the passenger ship."

In the night of Suzhou City, I experienced the same state of mind as the ancients, and recalled the year of preparing for the exam.Because I have a good foundation, the first semester of the third year of high school went smoothly, and it was only in the second semester that I felt a little nervous and anxious.The failure of the first-mode exam hit my self-confidence, so that when it came to the second-mode exam, I couldn't recover from the disheartened situation.Finally, with a little self-abandonment, I took the college entrance examination.

At the stall outside Hanshan Temple, I bought a brochure introducing tourist attractions.Turning to the first page was the introduction to Zhang Ji. There was a sentence in it that woke me up: "After being defeated and returning home, Zhang Ji fought again and finally became a Jinshi of Tianbao." I put the booklet in my pocket, I made up my mind: I want to start all over again!
In this way, I returned to the classroom of the third year of high school.The classroom has changed, but the books are still the same as before; the people around have changed, but the atmosphere of nervous preparation for the exam is still strong.In the first monthly exam, I ranked first in my grade, but this result did not bring me much surprise.Because I know that this is the harvest of my "retreat" during the summer vacation.

After returning from Suzhou, I locked myself in the room, flipped through the papers accumulated in the third year of high school, picked out all the wrong questions in it, and did it again. If there were any loopholes, I quickly read the book to make up for them.I have been in the third year of high school one year longer than my current classmates, and I have gone through the knowledge I didn't understand. It is reasonable to get a higher grade.

The new teacher in charge of my class took me very seriously, and talked to me after the monthly exam.The general idea is that my math scores are very good, and my foundation in other subjects is also good, so I have an advantage in the liberal arts class.Although my high school is a provincial key point, none of the liberal arts class in the school was admitted to Tsinghua and Peking University last year. She hoped that I could break this "deadlock".After this conversation, my stress increased.

Many students on the campus have uploaded photos of their university life. I feel envious and also lonely: Last year, if I hadn’t focused on studying at a university in Beijing and got a good second degree, maybe my life now would not be the same. Such a monotonous torment, right?Of course, such thoughts only flashed occasionally, and after waking up, I still chose to study hard.However, when I am free, I often chat online with my old high school deskmate, and listen to her talk about some interesting things when she is in college in Beijing.Every time I finished chatting with her, I was very encouraged and strengthened my belief in going to Beijing to study.

The exams in the third year of high school are like a routine, and my grades have ups and downs.Perhaps it is because I have one more year of experience and tests than the freshmen, my psychological quality is obviously much better.When the classmates around me complained that the papers were too difficult and looked at the scores secretly, I completely put the scores behind me and focused on studying the wrong questions.After a senior year in high school, I already understood: the ups and downs in life are nothing more than normal, and there is no need to worry too much about it.

I think everyone's third year of high school is a special experience.The days of re-study are monotonous and lonely, with many things suppressed in my heart, but I don't know who to talk to.Tell the classmates around you that you are afraid that your emotions will affect others; tell your parents that you are afraid that they will be so worried that they will stay up all night.Fortunately, there is a small rooftop at home. After almost every exam, I would go to the rooftop to vent my emotions, watching the night view of the city, looking up at the distant starry sky, and telling them about my unhappiness.Summer in the south is always filled with humid air.Standing on the roof, occasionally there will be a gust of wind, and I whisper in the wind: among the neon lights all over the world, which one belongs to me?

In order to facilitate the preparation of the senior high school students, the school specially opened an all-night self-study room, which is open on holidays.In order to improve my learning efficiency, I would go to the study room every weekend, and even on New Year's Eve, I didn't miss it.I thought I was the most diligent student, but I didn't expect to find that when I entered the study room, someone had already occupied the seat by the window where I often sat.

What came into view was a handsome boy wearing glasses, he was calculating something with his head down.I sat down not far from him, he saw me, we smiled at each other, and then started to work on our respective affairs.I didn't watch the New Year's Eve Spring Festival Gala. After the reunion dinner, I went to the study room again.Unexpectedly, that boy was there.

At ten o'clock, I packed up my things and was about to leave. He suddenly said, "Go back now, and I should be able to catch up with the end of the Spring Festival Gala." I smiled.Later, we walked out of the school together and chatted all the way.I learned that he is also a repeat student, and missed Tsinghua University by a few points last year.Asked about his current state, he said: "I'm not as panicked as I was last year, and I'm going step by step." Maybe it's because we all have the experience of passing our dreams once, and we can empathize with many things.

After that, we often go to self-study together, discuss problems together, and ride home together.That feeling is like a comrade in arms fighting side by side. As long as he is in the study room, I will feel at ease.

The college entrance examination arrived as scheduled.The bell rang and the test papers were unpacked. This scene was both familiar and unfamiliar.After a new round of tempering, I became a little calmer and calmer. I was no longer flustered or cranky, and the only thing left was to write hard.

Half a month later, my parents and I stayed by the phone to check my grades. My grades were higher than each other. When the total score was reported as 665, I couldn't help crying.At this time, my "comrade-in-arms" also sent me a text message: "Can we go to Beijing together?" I replied with a smiley face.

Later, we set foot on the train bound for Beijing together.I met my long-lost high school deskmate and went shopping in Wudaokou with her.I can walk to Tsinghua University through a Zhongguancun street, and meet my "comrades in arms".In that early autumn, the sunshine seemed to be wrapped in honey, filling my life, sweet and very happy.

Life is full of thorns, and the only way we can think of is to get over those thorns quickly. / French thinker Voltaire
As long as you work hard, you can see the scenery in the distance
From childhood to adulthood, he has spent in solitude.

His father is Hungarian, and he left him and his mother when he was very young, and his whereabouts are unknown.Her mother, a French Jew, had to lock him in the yard when she went out to work in order to make ends meet.

At that time, he was in a courtyard surrounded by tall walls, lonely, lonely, and afraid. He wanted to escape, to see the outside world, to see the scenery he had never seen before.

How to do it?Finally one day, he found the ladder leaning against the courtyard wall.He thought: If I can climb to the top of the ladder, I can see the scenery in the distance.

He walked over and tried to climb up.However, he was still too small and not tall, and the ladder had such a large gap that he couldn't climb it at all.He clasped the rungs of the ladder with both hands, exerted all his strength, and only climbed up one step.Even so, he was excited.He continued to climb up with all his strength, but when he let go of his hand, he fell hard from the ladder and fell to the ground with a big bag on his head.

After all, he is still a child.Frightened and suffering, he couldn't help crying.However, the tall fence blocked his crying, no one knew, and no one gave Candy to comfort him.After crying, he stood up again and continued to climb.The beautiful dream in his heart has been pulling him, and he vowed to see the scenery in the distance.

Time passed quietly.One day, two days, three days... once, twice, three times... he finally succeeded.

He stood at the top of the ladder and saw the streets, pedestrians and vehicles in the distance.He touched the painful pimple on his head, but a smile appeared on his face.Because, what he gains is not only the scenery in the distance, but also a truth that will benefit him all his life: no matter how difficult he faces, as long as he is willing to work hard and never give up, he will surely succeed.

When he was old enough to go to school, he often saw his mother look sad.He knew that his mother was worried about his tuition fees.When he was young, he decided to earn tuition fees by himself.During the weekend break, he went to sell popsicles, but things didn't go as smoothly as he thought.

The scene of selling popsicles for the first time is still fresh in his memory. He just turned 10 that year.

He came to a small square with the bucket of popsicles. Before the popsicles could be sold, he was followed by a group of big boys.Seeing that he was young, they snatched his popsicles.That was the only way for him to earn tuition fees. How could he let others bully him like this?He fought desperately with them, fighting together.In the end, the money was not earned, and he was beaten to death.

After suffering such a great grievance and enduring such great pain, he did not shed a single tear.He remembered the scene when he climbed the ladder as a child, and then dipped his hands in his blood and licked it with his tongue.Yes, he tasted a salty taste, a bit fishy.He stood up and picked up the popsicle bucket on the ground.He understands: If you want to see the scenery in the distance, you must pay a price.

The next day, he came to the square again.Just like the previous day, his popsicle was robbed by the big boys again.The third day, the fourth day... the situation remains the same.Of course, those big boys are nothing more than naughty kids after all. If you play this "game" of looting too much, you will find it boring. Besides, his popsicles have always been of the same taste, and you will feel uncomfortable if you eat too much. tedious.Slowly, those boys began to try to talk to him. After they heard about his situation, they not only stopped bullying him, but also became friends with him and helped him sell popsicles.

He worked hard to make money while studying hard.Relying on the money he earned from running a small business, he successfully completed elementary school, junior high school, and high school, and then entered Paris Tenth University and Paris Institute of Sciences to study, and obtained a master's degree in law.Later, he climbed the highest ladder in France by virtue of the perseverance that ordinary people can't match, and became the president of France.

He often said: "Life is like climbing a ladder, as long as you work hard, you will see the scenery in the distance."

His name is Nicolas Sarkozy.

No one will give you everything. If you want to achieve your goal, you must pay three things: tears, blood, and sweat. /NBA superstar Kevin Garnett

Write the past failures on the back
"On the winding runway, I drove the car smartly, galloped past, and was the first to rush to the finish line, surrounded by passionate shouts and warm applause..." From childhood to adulthood, this kind of scene has happened countless times in Appeared in his dream, he hoped that one day, the dream could be reflected into reality, fulfilling his dream of racing driver.

While in the military, he drove a truck; after he retired, he drove on a farm; outside of work, he participated in skills training for an amateur racing team.As long as there is a chance to encounter a car race, he will try his best to participate.Unfortunately, racing is also a highly competitive sport. His ranking in racing has not been very good. Not only does he have no income, but he also owes a lot of debt.

That year, there was a racing event in Wisconsin, and he showed up as promised.Halfway through the race, his car was in third place, and he had a good chance of finishing well in this race.But at this moment, the two cars in front of him collided suddenly. In order to avoid the danger, he quickly turned the steering wheel of the racing car, but because the speed of the car was too fast, he still failed.As a result, he crashed into the wall next to the lane and the car came to a burning stop.

This is really a terrible disaster!When he was pulled out, his hands were burned, his nose was gone, and 40% of his body surface was injured.The doctor gave him a full 7 hours of surgery before snatching him back from death.His life was finally saved, but his hands shriveled like chicken feet.The doctor ruthlessly pronounced the sentence on him: "From now on, you can no longer drive."

As an ordinary person, he might not be able to accept such a blow, but he did not despair because of it.The dream of a racing driver in his heart is still burning like a raging fire, and it has not been extinguished by this accident at all.In order to realize that distant ideal, he is determined to pay the price for success again.After that, he underwent a series of skin grafting operations. In order to restore the flexibility of his fingers, he practiced using the remaining parts to grasp the wooden sticks every day. Sometimes the pain made him sweat profusely, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

Nine months later, he couldn't wait to get back on the field.He first participated in a charity car race, but he failed to win because the car stalled unexpectedly in the middle.However, in the next 200-mile car race, he achieved No.2 results.

Two months later, on the field where the accident happened, he drove the car into the field with full confidence.The nightmare at the beginning didn't seem to have left any shadow on him, he just pretended that nothing had happened.After some intense competition, he eventually won the 250-mile race.

Since then, his name has been well-known in the United States and even the world. He is the great racing driver-Jimmy Haribos.

For the first time in his life, he faced the enthusiastic and crazy fans with the attitude of a champion. At that moment, he couldn't help but shed tears of excitement.The reporters surrounded him one after another, all wanting to know an answer: "After suffering that heavy blow, what strength did you rely on to cheer yourself up?"

At this time, Jimmy was holding a poster for the competition in his hand, on which was a racing car speeding towards the rising sun.He didn't answer directly, but smiled and wrote a sentence on the back of the poster with a pen: "Write failure on the back, I firmly believe that I will succeed!"

Silence is better than sound, and all the reporters present felt Jimmy's strong positive energy.Yes, life will inevitably encounter setbacks and pains, but for those who dare to fight, setbacks are only temporary obstacles. It will frighten those who are timid and cowardly, but they will never stop working hard and running towards Goal warrior.

Seeds do not fall on fertile soil but on rubble. Seeds with vitality will never be pessimistic and sigh, because only with resistance can they be tempered. /Xia Yan, a modern Chinese writer
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