The classroom of self-study in Meixian No. 1 Middle School was bright, a mosquito classroom was flying unscrupulously, and he was buzzing in Yang Yu's ears from time to time, Yang Yu, who was studying physicification, naturally couldn't stand the brazen harassment of mosquitoes again and again, and his fingertips emitted a true qi that directly killed the mosquito in seconds.

At this time, the shiny head of Li Bald walked quietly behind Yang Yu with a cigarette in his ear, Yang Yu reached the realm of refining and refining qi, it can be said that the autumn wind has not moved the cicada, and he naturally felt the arrival of Li Bald.

Li Bald called Yang Yu out of the classroom alone, he took a cigarette from his ear, lit it and smoked: "Isn't it our class's turn to raise the flag again next Monday, you won the first place in the sprout magazine, I want you to give a speech under the national flag on Monday next week, as for the speech, you write it yourself, is there a problem with what I told you?"

Yang Yu let out a sigh and said, "Then teacher, I'll give it a try, I also want to train myself, this is just an opportunity." ”

After Li Bald puffed up the smoke and walked out of the classroom, Yang Yu returned to his seat, lay on the table, took out his pen that was a little painted, and began to brew feelings with his hands on his cheeks.

On the side, Liu Neng handed a picture of a beautiful girl with colored breasts and big buttocks to Yang Yu and said: "Brother, I have improved a lot in my painting skills, you see that I draw this girl's little eyes and are not seductive." ”

Yang Yu took Liu Neng's picture of the beautiful girl and looked at it and felt that the painting was really good, whether it was the beautiful girl's convex and upturned figure, her innocent face, and the two points of red, there was nothing to say, especially the little eyes of the beautiful girl that Liu Neng said, that look was much more attractive than Pan Jinlian's eyes. ”

Liu Neng looked at Yang Yu's somewhat worried face and asked, "What did Bald Li tell you to go out just now?"

Yang Yu returned the picture of the beautiful girl to Liu Nengdao: "Li Bald said that he would let me write my own script and give a speech on stage when the national flag was raised on Monday, and I couldn't write it for a while. ”

"This is a good thing, when you see how many beauties in the whole school will look at you, this is a great time for you to capture the love of the whole school, you have to grasp it!" Liu Neng smacked his lips and said with a lewd smile.

Yang Yu didn't answer Liu Neng's words, he raised the pen and put it down again, and his brain was blank for a while, and he didn't know where to start.

It took a long time for Yang Yu to lift the faded pen and render it on the white manuscript paper, he knew that he could not write an essay without disease*, so he decided to write a thought-provoking memoir, he thought for a long time and named the title of the article "Believe in the Future", first of all, Yang Yu's article began with a quote from the poet's index finger "Believe in the Future".

When the cobwebs mercilessly seized my hearth,

When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty.

I still stubbornly lay out the ashes of disappointment,

Write with beautiful snowflakes and believe in the future.

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"I am a child from a poor mountainous area, my hometown has a clear river, there are also overlapping rolling mountains, where there is no congested traffic in the city, there is no heavy haze without blue sky and white clouds, in short, it is a very good place, there are many unforgettable memories of me, now I will share with you those unforgettable memories to you. ”

"When I was a child, I liked to take a broken bag to the garbage heap in the village to pick up some scrap wire broken glass, I only remember that the scrap wire was three cents a pound at that time, as for the broken glass is three cents or five cents because the age is too old I can't remember, I went to the garbage heap to pick up wire and broken glass The purpose is simple, at that time my family was poor and could not eat sorbet, and other children at home were in good conditions but could eat, when I saw other children holding sorbet in front of my eyes to eat I was very envious, I was thinking that since they can eat sorbet, I can also, at that time I picked up waste every day and sold it to eat sorbetAt that time, I was very happy to eat sorbet with my own money. ”

"When I grew up a little more, I began to go to the school, I remember that at that time we opened a machinery factory in our village, every day someone would drive a broken east wind from the machinery yard to the west of our village to pull the black coal for burning iron, because there are some iron sulfur in the black coal, so every afternoon after school, there will be a small collapse of bricks on the construction site, carrying a bag of rice to go to the black coal to cut iron, the black coal has a ryuzi is easy to cut the hand, I remember that my hands were not good at that time, usually the old injuries have not healed and new injuries have been added, although at that time I was mixed in the black coal pile every day to beg for a livingBut I bought my pen and book by myself, and I never asked my family for money, because I felt proud to buy what I wanted with the money I earned with my own hands. ”

"I remember when I was in junior high school, when it was popular in the village to go to the mountains at night with a battery on my back and a long pole that glows blue light, I naturally did not hesitate to join the team to catch scorpions, because no one will catch scorpions with you when you act alone, at that time I knew the saying of supporting the bold and starving the timid, so whether it was the grave on the shore of the field, or the cliff on the mountain, I went alone. ”

"But often walking by the river without getting wet shoes, one night I climbed a very steep mountain, to 12 o'clock in the middle of the night when the sky suddenly thundered, lightning, the originally clear night sky suddenly fell a dense cold rain, at that time was drenched in the soup chicken I was in a hurry from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain and accidentally walked up a hundred meters high cliff, and my feet only stepped on a thorn tree that is not very thick, life hanging by a thread, but I clung to the branch of a cliff hanging pine tree above my head and carefully moved back to the mountain, after escaping the catastrophe, I sat on the stone on the hillside and gasped for breathAt that time, I was so scared that I sweated and had a feeling of not possessing my soul, I don't know how long it took me to come back to my senses, at that time I was soaked and touched a handful of rain on my face, I raised my head and looked at the surrounding dark mountains, and suddenly felt a deep fear, a fear that people who have not experienced life and death can never understand. ”

"After that night, I felt that my destiny was not supposed to be like this, that my life was not supposed to be like this, so I studied harder. I studied hard, whether I could understand the book or not, I would swallow the book, and then I was admitted to Meixian No. 1 Middle School from a poor mountainous area with poor teaching conditions and became a classmate with everyone. ”

Mr. Zhou once wrote in his book "The Scream", "If an iron house is windowless and invulnerable, and there are many sleeping people in it, they will soon suffocate to death, but they will not feel the sorrow of dying from sleep." Now you are yelling, startling a few of the more sober people. ”

"I think what I wrote is not as good as Mr. Zhou's deafening cry, but I hope that everyone can also get some inspiration from some of the things I have struggled with before, I have been confused, imitated, and even at a loss countless times, but I believe in the future, I believe that the tribulations I have experienced before will become a valuable wealth in the road of life, I hope you can believe in the future as much as I do, believe in a brilliant tomorrow. ”

After Yang Yu finished writing, he put away the pen with the paint off, and he read it again and again before sandwiching the manuscript paper into the language book.

After a while, the bell rang for the end of self-study class, Yang Yu went to the door of the fourth class to pick up Hu Yuxuan and walk with her to the villa, Yang Yu was immersed in the memories of the past along the way, and it was difficult for him to recover from a certain emotion.