Years nearly, experienced a little lonely in the earthly prosperity and social change in temperature and also learned a bit of life and keep time, suddenly found that, in the way of life, more and more confused, so start nostalgic, memory, thought, consideration, to find the original goals and dreams. If I compare youth to a flower, my youth may be a nameless flower in the mountains of my hometown. There is no shelter from the wind and rain, and the wind and rain, also enjoy the beautiful morning twilight. The story of the youth, like the starlight in the night sky, can be reached but is far beyond reach. From the beginning of the hour, I always feel that I am walking in the wilderness. I can't tell the difference between the north and the south, the direction of the unknown target, and still be like a leaf of duckweed, floating around the world. And all the time, the most obvious thing was that I was walking on the road, walking in a path that had no direction but on the other side of life. As a child, I spent my spare time doing farm work at home. One weekend, in the ridge of the ridge with my mother weeding, the sun is blazing, the most expected is the sky floating a cloud cover the sun, get a moment cool. May Day will also be hence the everyone's wish, still blazing fire, I squatted on the ground for a moment, suddenly stood up a burst of dizziness, almost fell down on the lane, then said to his mother, not at home to do farm work in the future. It is only god who knows where to go and what to do. I graduated from primary school and went to junior high school in the town. The middle school is far away from home, and the agricultural tricycle is a cheap and convenient means of transportation. On Sunday afternoon, with a week of food and food, it is also a weekend to get home for a week's food. It is a food, but a few potatoes, some homemade flour and steamed buns made by mother. I got an old bike from my relative's house, and I was on my way to school, riding on the lonely road to school. Since then, however, I have decided to walk on the road of my life alone, to be busy for my own life. Throughout the school day, I have to recite the textbooks in the courtyard light into the middle of the night, studied hard in the classroom because of course nervous headache flustered, had to walk seven or eight hours a day to dig deep in the wild wild medicine sold only to buy a book, was reading in a rented house in the winter to the middle of the legs badly cold bed unable to sleep until now drop arthropathy, had to learn to alone do not intercede with the principal's office to another high school headmaster office out of previous results prove that is not too bad to be holding. For the struggle through, memories too acidity, unable to walk to enjoy the most beautiful years, half a meter sun, also notice life fishing boat sing on the road in the night, the desert solitary smoke, I can only to go forward. End of the college entrance examination, the result is good, at the crossroads of life, no life trajectory of the compass or vane, no one can guide, I can only choose, choose professional school choice, because I heard that this major good looking for a job and submitted to the volunteer went to college. On campus, I was confined to study rooms and apartment buildings, except for the bright and gorgeous male and female students and campus scenery. In order to realize the children's wild words to get out of the deep mountain, there is no choice but to find out the way of life and the comfort of the soul in the textbook and study. Now I have been working for a few years in my own way, and I have persevered with my hard work and humility. However, the road ahead is still rugged and bumpy. Over the years, I have grown accustomed to walking alone, not caring about the cold eyes of the world and the cold of words. I am also used to finding comfort in further study and work, looking for chicken soup of the soul. Now choose a floating life, also choose the professional knowledge remains as strong as ever, is put yourself in purgatory, don't care not importune tomorrow's brilliant flowers, scenery to be reborn in the purgatory, get their own half a meter of sunshine. Because I believe that youth, and not only youth, all need to struggle.
