(I)
That morning, perhaps because of the rain bomb, the sky was gray. If it is reading comprehension, you must draw a horizontal line to take a test. Such a day indicates what kind of ending the author will have.
The last taut string, with the bell ringing at the end of the exam, made a light sound of "Pa". It seemed that the whole person had unloaded tens of thousands of pounds of burden. I don't know whether he hit the table first or landed on the ground first, making a heavy dull sound. I was still in the examination room, soaked with sweat, and my mind was blank. I didn't know where I had gone.
Out of the examination room, the campus has become a mess. Like runaway wild horses, tearing books and throwing water bottles has become the norm. At this time, the teacher's words are no longer effective, and no one can stop this final carnival.
I sometimes recall that if I had not been admitted to this high school, if I had gone to a school with less competitive pressure, would I have lower demands on myself and become a member of another carnival?
A person will experience three important levels in his life. He understands that his parents are ordinary people, accepts that he is ordinary people, and allows his children to be ordinary people.
In the first battle of my life, I lost completely when competing with hundreds of thousands of my peers.
I finally realized that I am just an ordinary person without the ability of genius and the aura of the protagonist.
Suddenly, I seem to grow up overnight.
What a pity! Why do people grow up only when they encounter setbacks?
(II)
After the exam, I felt a little sad.
I locked myself in the house and did not dare to answer any phone calls. Any sound made me feel frightened. The only good news is that my parents did not blame me or comfort me. They also know that comfort at this time is nothing but salt in the wound. As always, the company, three meals a day.
In the first two days, I still had the courage to watch QQ, trying to find friends in trouble from the class group, and even had the courage to send messages to a group of people who usually played truant online.
"I didn't do well in the exam. I guess the key points will not work."
"It's OK. Take an ordinary one."
"I have copied it. I'm sure I can get two copies."
The last rhetorical question is even more cruel after killing people.
"And you?"
Yeah, what about me?
I silently changed the QQ number.
On the day of success, I was hoeing in my hometown.
My father looked at me, hesitated, and asked tentatively.
"I wonder if the results have come out yet?"
I am silent, silent again, and finally silent.
"No matter what, check it. It's not a matter of always dragging."
Check it out. After checking, there is silence again.
"Let me go back to school and fight again next year."
"Ah..."
It was not until many years later that I understood the sigh.
This is a father's frustration with his children. This is a father's acceptance of his children's failure in the first battle. This is a compromise that a father allows his children to be ordinary people.
(III)
Many people say that only reading books can change the fate of our rural children.
I used to take this sentence as a joke, but now I will laugh at it.
The truth is a bit scary, so I can only laugh out and try to make myself fit in with others, such as the crowd.
Yesterday, I saw @ Xuandao sent a tweet with the following content:
At present, the opportunity for ordinary people to cross social strata in China may be the study and examination. The relative costs and results of study and examination compared with other methods are all rewards when paid.
China may also be the only country in the world that can cross the social strata by studying.
So if it is not the rich second generation, and there is no other way (to find a rich partner) to seek class breakthrough, the failure of the college entrance examination means that the future of life may be limited to the development of some situations.
I am an ordinary person, and all I can do is study.
Some people don't believe it, just like me.
I never gave up being a philistine businessman, so I did a lot of homework, read various biographies, analyzed various market cases, and participated in various entrepreneurial roadshows and competitions.
Among the thousands of business planning books I have read, there are occasionally a few that can hit my funny spot.
"Copy the ofo project to make code scanning travel all over the northwest!"
Do you know Dai Wei, the founder of ofo and a graduate of Peking University, whose father was the president of China Railway Corporation and is now the chairman of China Chemical Engineering Corporation?
"E-commerce has a bright future, and we will work together to become the next Ma Yun!"
Ma Yun's participation in the college entrance examination for three times sounds like a grassroots counterattack, but do you know that he has a deputy director level Laozi behind him?
How can there be so many self-made people in this world.
They are all fairy tales woven by the upper class to the people at the bottom.
(IV)
Once I hated my teacher very much. I thought I was a prisoner, the school was a cage, and the teacher was the supervisor.
Every time I try to look up at the starry sky, I can only see four corners of the gray sky.
Raise your hands and shout "Freedom!".
Later, I was really free.
The moment I graduated from college, I suddenly realized that I had lost my job and could not go back from being a student.
It used to be a very happy thing, but it seems that there is nothing to be happy about.
Later, I found that only by passing the exam can I get a stable income. I compromised.
Dream, or very full.
This is the reality, the skinny diaphragm.
When I got into work, I became a teacher.
It's like reincarnation, or a farce.
I succeeded in turning myself into the way I used to hate.
Originally, I have never escaped the shackles of fate.
I am just an ordinary person, such as all living beings.
This article is from the author Mu Ruoxi's public account: Computer Class for College Students (xuegechuizi)
