When I was in high school, unfortunately my class was on the sixth floor, and my dormitory was on the sixth floor, and the key thing was that there was no elevator, so it would be very hard to climb the stairs every day, and even more painfully, my dormitory was still on the sixth floor after college.

So climbing the stairs is not stressful for me, repeating every day, climbing the stairs, going down the stairs, sometimes I will lose my foot in the air, fall a big horse, sometimes I will tremble suddenly, I will kick the door, just step on the edge, I immediately return to my soul, carefully consider the next step. However, it is more down-to-earth, accustomed to that rhythm, that kind of height difference, without deliberate identification, calculation, and measurement, we can take the stairs very well.

There will always be a cut-off place for each flight of stairs, like going down from the sixth floor of our dormitory building, turning left and going out on the first floor. I basically have to go back and forth seven or eight times a day, and I can't be familiar anymore, and I can't say that I can safely step every step with my eyes closed, but it's pretty much the same.

Once I didn't sleep at noon, my head was muddy, I didn't have classes in the afternoon, I didn't know what to do in the dormitory, and at five o'clock in the afternoon, I went downstairs to take a shower (in the north, the public bathroom in winter, the old dormitory of our school does not have a separate bathroom), carrying a basket, I followed my steps in a daze, until I walked to the second bathroom, undressed, found a seat, inserted the card, when the hot water flow passed over my head, flashed my cheeks, and flowed down to the sewer, I became a lot more energetic.

Suddenly I had a strange thought in my head, how did I get to the bathroom? Of course, I walked here, and I still need to ask, but I completely forgot how I got down the stairs, turned left, and went out.

Later, when I passed the last floor of the stairs, I would wonder why I could tell that this was the last floor, and of course I would not look at the sign on the staircase, because it clearly said "1st floor". I thought about the answer for a long time, and it was very simple, because there were no more stairs going down!

You may say, isn't this a stupid question? Only people with brain problems can think of it, but when we are in life, when we are facing problems, when we walk for a while and can't go on, can we be like me, turn left, go out, there is a new world waiting for you.

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