Life

On the way back to the lab after dinner, students who were ready to leave school with suitcases could be seen everywhere. Those who didn’t pull suitcases were twos and threes, floating around like losing their souls. I raised my head and saw trains galloping from distant places in a trance, singing flute and smoking white smoke, roaring past me and heading for their respective destinations. In this way, I was left far behind, and my figure became more and more lonely in the twilight. After arriving at the laboratory, I found that the door of the laboratory was locked and the whole floor was empty. So I sat down outside and began to browse Dominic Bobby’s Diving Bell and butterfly. This book was finished by his friend with his only conscious left eye after Bobby was paralyzed. On the second day after the book was published, he passed away. A thin book said that the paralyzed body imprisoned in the sickbed had been hiding the soul of freedom. Bobby loved freedom all his life, but suddenly he was like a butterfly locked in a diving bell, only looking at the fresh and beautiful world outside. In the last paragraph of the last article of this book, Bobby said: Is there a key to open my diving bell in the universe? Is there a subway without an end? Which strong currency can let me buy back freedom? I should go to other places to find it. I went there, look for it. Then, he really went to other places to find the key to open the diving bell. I believe Bobby finally found it, and he finally got rid of his diving bell, his soul can finally fly freely. Although we can’t see him, I know he must be somewhere, living the free life he yearned. Throughout the night, the laboratory was empty, with cold machines buzzing in place one by one, and the inner core of the rocking bed was spinning ceaselessly, just like Bobby’s breath-taking soul in the diving bell, bobby is free now. I think the rocking bed is more like my restless soul. The lab seemed to become a little depressed. I stood up and escaped from here, with diving bell and butterfly and Bobby’s free soul. However, where can I escape? Escaped from the laboratory building of reinforced concrete to another dormitory building of reinforced concrete. The diving bell that imprisoned me was neither the body nor these reinforced concrete buildings, but the current embarrassing situation and the overstretched salary. I am definitely not complaining about the current learning environment. How many people are eager to study in Zhejiang University? I remember my mother asked me before whether I had been in school for more than ten years? I replied that life in school was easy and comfortable, and it was not annoying to stay for a lifetime, especially when I was just studying for graduate school and got my salary. After staying in Zhejiang University for more than a year, I met more people and changed my mind. There were so many bright people around me, and I was still at the bottom of the society, I don’t have the simple and worry-free person anymore. Every year when I go back home and see my parents’ gray hair and stooping back, I realize my responsibility. Every time I see friends around me gathering with lovers in another city, I realized my helplessness. The school at this moment has become my besieged city, and the situation at this moment has become my diving bell. I want to get rid of it and do what I want to do in the outside world, to meet the person you want to see. Bobby has gone to another place, and I believe he has gained the freedom he yearned. And I also tried hard to break the cocoon and become a butterfly in my diving bell. This process will not be more difficult than Bobby. What I have to do now is to run hard in every cloudy and sunny day, because life is not only about living in front of you, but also about poems and distant places. I know that in the future, I will definitely thank myself for redoubling my efforts now. Spring elimination snow Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…