I spent the last summer vacation that I couldn't enjoy.

When the summer vacation came, a long-awaited trip was cancelled almost at the time of departure. Just stay at home and enjoy the leisure freedom that I haven't enjoyed for a long time: blow the air conditioner, eat an iced watermelon, play games all day, and stay at home until I die. Later, due to a moment's negligence, the last bit of money in his hand was also fooled away. Thinking that I was "heavily in debt", I gritted my teeth and decided to enjoy the scenery in the northwest.

On the train, from the city to the ordinary countryside in the Central Plains, only golden wheat stubble and green corn fields are still in the warehouse, and then look at the scenery in other places. It is said that mountains and rivers are different: from the low and heavy earth mountains, they were tamed into terraces, and then the soil turned from yellow to red, and then to the rocky mountains, where the clouds are higher than the sky, there are strange mountains and strange trees with different temperament; From the quietly flowing Yellow River to the rushing stream among rocks, it supports the territory of all living beings and is indescribably freehand. Finally, I saw the Gobi desert, but I didn't see the green forests and bamboo. Only the grass growing tenaciously in the crevices of the stone is sparse in front of me, but it is also a little green in the distance, surrounded by cattle and sheep swimming, and there are one or two wild camels near Jiuquan, which makes me feel novel because I have never seen the scenery here.

Two and a half days later, I finally arrived at Urumqi Railway Station. Maybe just passing by. To me, this city, like other places, is just a tall building. After two bus transfers, I managed to reach my final destination, Laolonghe Farm. If you can't hold on, go to bed. Maybe it's old I used to like to watch the scattered lights in the distance at night, which made people feel particularly warm and safe. Later, I can always sleep quite peacefully on the train. Is this because my mind is gradually dusty and no longer sensitive, or is it gradually strong, which can give me some peace of mind?

But when I think of those experiences, I feel that I am still the coward who closes the window and only dares to sneak a look at the scenery outside the window in the dead of night. There are a lot of words, even if occasionally arrogant, it is irrelevant, and it is irrelevant. But I don't know when I started to be labeled as "walking with the wind and talking with thorns" Hahaha, why do I think this is a compliment? The world is full of people who think they have been hurt by 1989 unpleasant things, but they are hard to be moved by what they can say. I heard a saying a long time ago that the only way to avoid disappointment is not to give anyone hope. This is not despair, but a prerequisite for happiness. When I first heard it, I thought this sentence was meant to make us do nothing like Taoists. Later, I learned that it wants us to sincerely love every encounter and reunion in life, to be pure, and to love it for a lifetime. Earnestly pay their enthusiasm, do not expect to pay, but also rejoice for every response.

I thought I had worked hard enough in those holidays. I had seen the beautiful starry sky and crossed the quagmire for fear of becoming a "scholar". But this summer vacation is still far beyond expectations. Those 10 kilograms of big watermelons, burning sunshine, dust aroused by the north wind ... but strangely, since the work came to an end, those traces left in my body have gradually faded away and never stayed in my heart. What I can remember now is the first time I killed a chicken. At that time, I was in the third year of high school. My father was not at home that day, and my mother gave me this' heavy responsibility'. I grabbed the chicken whose neck was broken by my mother in my left hand, and picked up the kitchen knife in my right hand and approached the target. The imaginary scene of making achievements with one knife did not appear, so I wiped the chicken's neck again and again. The poor chicken was scared to open its eyes, and the goose bumps were more prominent, but even the skin was not broken ... sweat, let it be, this chicken.

After graduating from college, I was laughed at by a senior for being powerless. Finally, I remembered the chicken that scared me. I decided not only to study, but also to work hard, not only to see the mountains and seas, but also to lie in the mire. Going to the construction site, sorting logistics and doing farm work, without him, I just want to grow a few pieces of lean meat. Zuo Wu and Juve are both in the temple, born as' people', and they are always hard up at both ends.

Old people who work hard in the farmland will also have one or two words of experience left by years of polishing, which will always teach me a lot: those simple and clear are often the most immediate. It is good to get less sunshine in the sun at 43 degrees north latitude, but this work always needs to be done, so there are fewer repetitions. Wouldn't it be better to catch a breath in the shade after work? But it's a big sun! It's really scary, and it's hard to avoid a little dedication in my heart. Those rude words can always make you let go of those small thoughts and concentrate on your work at the same time, hahaha! Perhaps because of the environment, I always feel that these rude words are more pleasing than the speeches at the mobilization meeting. That's right. After all, life is like this. What's the use of beeping again No matter how hard or tired you are, it has nothing to do with you. All you have to do is do it and solve it. As the saying goes, "Life is like rape. Since you can't resist, enjoy it. " To put it mildly, "life should be as gorgeous as summer flowers, and face the flirting of life with a fiery attitude." On it

Each of us is so complicated. We are not only cities and collectives, but also rural areas, families and ourselves. Therefore, we are not destined to live purely in a certain environment. If we are frustrated here, we will want to go back to another environment to lick it. After a long time, it will be dull, it will miss fame and fortune, and it will miss the torrent of dark stones. It's like ... that abstract Taiji diagram?

You see, I wanted to write about how I braved hardships, sweated profusely in the sun, and firmly adhered to the only direction in my heart with a strong sense of responsibility, serious and responsible work attitude and firm ideals and beliefs. How did Balabala become this ghost again? ...

This passage written in the summer vacation was not sent out for various reasons, but it was reopened on the way home. Then it should be a record, maybe one day, it will be picked up again.