Up to now, there should be many shining days on the road of life. Because those bright colors in life
Stories have always been a precious treasure in my soul cabin.
Think of an incident when I was a child. In primary school, I was quiet and withdrawn, but
The kind of girl with a weird elf in her heart. Because I didn't finish my homework almost every day before I went to primary school.
I'm in Grade Two, and my grades have always been among the best in my class. I haven't joined the Young Pioneers yet. And add less.
The first team has always been an illusory dream in my young mind. This dream,
Because the epidemic big neck disease (mumps) was recognized in the second grade.
In the epidemic of this disease, I unfortunately became one of the infected people and was forced to rest at home for at least one day.
Zhou. At that time, the course schedule of one week happened to be a unit. Friday night, together.
The girl from the next class came to my house and told me and my mother that the teacher asked me to go to school on Saturday morning.
The unit test also said that if my test score is above 95, let me join.
Young pioneers. I am so excited. Because I know I can get 95 points, although
I haven't had a class in this unit. That night, I stayed up to review my lessons.
I slept soundly too.
My grades came down in an anxious wait, and I got 95 points no more or less.
So I'm looking forward to the team meeting every Monday afternoon. I'm in a team meeting class.
I first realized what jealousy was-when I was selected as a team candidate?
Someone mentioned my name and the teacher seemed to forget her promise. Those mid-team leaders, Xiao
The captain and the class cadres have long had a problem with me-I seem to play all day and do nothing all day.
Homework, grades are always in the top five, often surpassing them-this is one of them.
Students who are directly valued by teachers can't stand it. Just when I was angry and disappointed.
Hou, the girl named Guo, who has been called the "head" by the teacher, stood up.
Come on, say timidly: "I mention XXX (my name)." At that moment, teachers and research institutes
All the students were stunned and the classroom was silent. She is a little flustered nasty said:
"Didn't you say she got ninety-five points and let her join the team? She got ninety-five points in the exam. "
My feelings at that time could not be expressed in words ... That time, the teacher didn't break his word. according to
As far as I know, I was in the top five in our primary school, but I didn't join the team until the second grade.
The only one. At that time, heroes were based on achievements, and top students were generally there.
The first batch to join the team after entering school)
Later, Guo transferred to another school and left. I never saw her again. I forgot most of it.
I divided the names of my classmates in primary school, but I remember her-she got very poor grades that time and was scolded by the teacher.
Scold those girls who were afraid to talk to their classmates because of their inferiority and were rarely noticed by me.
Because of this experience, I know what is true equality, which has made my future.
There is less discrimination and more sympathy and understanding on the road of life. Whenever I think too highly of myself.
Hou, I can't help but think of Guo Xinmei, her adoring eyes and words. ...
She has become the eternal highlight of my life. ...
There are many shining days, just like the waves in the river, piece by piece, as if independent and closely connected. I picked up a handful to see my own shadow in it, but I saw that all my previous phantoms were broken and I wanted to laugh.
It seems that I have done many things in time, rebellious, anti-rebellious, anti-rebellious, including losing my dreams, losing my reality and then drifting in the cracks. In college, the happiest thing is sports. From the freshman sports meeting to the annual school sports meeting and 129, it seems that there is no shortage of its own shadow. I never got a good ranking, but I just don't care, I just like it. Do you like it? The atmosphere on the sports field, divorced from the secular, wins the admiration atmosphere by strength and hard work. More importantly, sports is a kind of beauty. I like the feeling of pleasing to the eye.
Including basketball.
Basketball occupies a large part of my college memory. Standing at the end of the team since childhood, I have never really touched basketball, and my sophomore year suddenly became interested in basketball. So, after a semester of training, I bought myself a pair of contact lenses and started my career as a basketball defender, which became a surprise for the team.
Not only because of my surprise, graceful mid-distance ball, left and right bow opening, changeable thrust direction, but also because of my speed. It is a great pleasure to suddenly find that there are so many people slower than themselves on the basketball court. However, I am just a defender, and my duty is to organize attack and defense and create opportunities, not the final impact. Every time I see my ball throw a beautiful arc in the hands of my teammates, I will laugh heartily, then clap my hands with my teammates and continue to fight. It is a kind of beauty that only one group can create, and it is because of that irreplaceable group that I found my own happiness. We are a rising team, and our ultimate goal is to stand in our own position and score goals. For the result, we improved the process.
It is inevitable that you will lose. After a fierce contest, under the clamor of other cheerleaders, we lost to each other by one point. After sobbing, comforting and sighing, the crowd dispersed, and my best teammate and I sat on the edge of the court. The crowd of players around us kept surging on the court, but we turned a deaf ear and wanted to cry but couldn't. The scene of fierce confrontation not long ago kept flashing in our minds. However, the next day, we have to continue to struggle.
Bad luck always comes when you least expect it. In a competition that did not affect the ranking, I accidentally twisted my foot in order to avoid stepping on others. The doctor gave me a cruel word: I can't move for at least a month. This is a season, and I am a junior. Regardless of fatigue, my tall teammates carried me to the dormitory on the fifth floor in one breath. I shed tears. At that moment, it was not because of pain, but because of love. I know it's impossible to get that feeling back. That season has long since ended, leaving only memories.
Until now, everyone on the team, everyone who shouted for us on the court, has been shining in my memory, even though the years have changed, everyone's face. Because we used to be one. We cherish and seize it.