Life

That was a few days ago, Langfang education bureau organized the activity of sending classes to the countryside. Our group gathered in director Zhang Warring States’s office to wait for the departure to Sanhe. This wide and wide office I am very familiar, and even stayed here for a night. Everyone sat and chatted casually. I conveniently read those books that director Zhang could reach, most of which were educational monographs. Suddenly, a simple cover came into my sight Mr. Yu Qiuyu’s “I can’t wait”. Suddenly, I was attracted by the title of the book. Under the premise of great economic development, the craze of publishing books swept the eyes of readers. The colorful binding design is disgusting, which is probably one of the reasons why people are too lazy to read. The book appeared like an old man, with a long shirt and beard twisting, standing tall and looking at me with a smile, which made me have no strength to avoid. Next, I can imagine that during the three days, I couldn’t help reading. Read the root of Yu’s family name, the family affairs of Qiu Yu, the rise and fall of national calamities, the helplessness of life, the worldly wisdom, the good and evil on the road, and the vicissitudes of wind and rain. In the hotel of Sanhe, in the restaurant of Yanjiao, in the rest room of the venue of Xinggong Primary School, in the back car, on the steps of the doorstep, on the mound at the entrance of hutong, I read it crazily. Read Miss er’s vague love story, the song of a madman in the midnight, the footsteps of Chiang Kai-shek’s Tibetan academy in the morning and dusk, the sorrow of the Cultural Revolution, the determination of grandmother to suffer from hunger, and the dark shot that Qiu Yu faced. I am excited, I am excited, my heart is filled with a force, and I seem to see a spark in front of my eyes. That is the breath and struggle of human civilization. For this big proposition, we are all participants, implementers, audiences and designers. We are all responsible for promoting kindness secretly, aren’t we? After reading a book, my heart gradually calmed down. It seems to have been running for a century. Looking back, can life be different? It is nothing more than a different road.

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