Time: 2009-4-23:07:35 Words: 1429
The next morning, Zhiyuan dragged his tired body and got up early. Everyone was still immersed in sweet dreams. Perhaps they could hear the rain outside. The rain was not heavy nor urgent. It sprayed gently on the dry land and gently kissed the land that nurtured all vitality, afraid to scare the land that had just returned to spring. It was supposed to be their holiday when it rained, and they only had the chance to enjoy this luxury of sleeping in when it was raining and they couldn't work outside. Zhiyuan was not in the mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the spring rain nourishing the earth. Now, reality seemed to be trampling on him inadvertently, but it also seemed to be deliberately teasing him. Zhiyuan's heart ached as if it was being pricked by needles.
He had already packed his luggage. To be honest, he did not want to leave, but he had to. It was raining outside, so he would not take the blanket with him. He would leave it with Third Uncle. Third Uncle came over from next door early. Zhiyuan pointed to the folded quilt on the bed. Before he could say anything, tears poured down his feet like floodwaters. Third Uncle understood his feelings, but he could no longer help. Zhiyuan carried his simple luggage and rushed out of the door. He did not turn around, but firmly waved his hand to stop his third uncle from sending him off. He rushed into the rain recklessly, rushed into the endless entanglement of the world, and vented. He wanted to break through all the shackles. The road was slippery and muddy, and his mood was as gloomy as the weather. The rain poured down on Zhiyuan without restraint. In the early spring, the temperature was close to freezing point. The cold rain occupied every inch of Zhiyuan's skin and infected every degree of his body temperature. There was no wind, and the cold and quiet morning only had the sound of the rain. Along with Zhiyuan's weak heartbeat, it beat against his heart that had not yet cooled down and hit his empty and delicate soul.
Zhiyuan walked alone on the desolate street in this strange world. He staggered toward the station. He had yearned for the outside world countless times. It was not important to Zhiyuan now whether it was prosperous or neon. It was so difficult to find a place to live in a world where he had no family. He no longer wanted to have anything. He needed the tolerance of fate and the acceptance of the world. Even if it was a small corner that could shelter him from the rain, it was enough. His understanding of the world was too shallow, and his understanding of the world was extreme. He had always thought that standing in the middle of the city's streets was an opportunity to share the prosperity and equal opportunities. Reality had given him the most straightforward answer. The setbacks and encounters made him pay the price for leaving the school rashly. At the same time, he was also suffering the torture and test of fate. He was honed and grown in the furnace of the big environment. The hardships would not completely erase his fiery youthful spirit. The vigorous and vigorous momentum died and reborn in his body again and again. The repeated setbacks stimulated a greater fighting spirit and gave birth to an unsatisfied belief. When he ran, fell, and stood again, his gaze would always fall further ahead.
However, he would never give in and retreat. Retreating meant giving up."The more I experience now, the closer I am to realizing my dream. Didn't I learn to be strong and accept it in my failed adventures? Now, he had been passively accepting fate's arrangement. He did not have the right and ability to take the initiative. He did not have the qualifications to challenge fate. Perhaps this process required more sacrifice and greater courage. He had already done so much. He should not be afraid of giving more. There was no reason to be afraid anymore. Fear would only make the pain more painful and numb. Sweat was always salty, but tears were sometimes sweet. He should wait for the day when tears became sweet. It was the day when he changed after being watered with sweat. When he was afraid enough and experienced more, he would be calm. Then he would have the opportunity to take the initiative to face all the things that were imposed and given to him. Retreating was not the competitive nature that flowed in his blood.”
Zhiyuan could still clearly remember that time when he arrived at the station, his upper body was almost soaked in the rain. He was not in the mood to care if he was cold or not. People came and went at the station, and the bustling crowd stimulated his sensitive nerves. Others were eager to leave, but he was holding onto his return ticket. An unforgettable experience ended in tragedy. After returning home in disappointment, he shut himself up for a long time to reflect on himself and atone for his parents.
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