The gloomy weather is finally getting better. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When I got up in the morning and pushed the door, the frost in front of the door fell a layer, spreading thinly on the grass, like snow, creaking when stepping on it, and there was a crisp feeling of sugar coating cracking.

The frost is heavy in the morning and the sun is good, Mom muttered. After eating, clean up and take out the things in the house to dry.

Sure enough, after breakfast, the sun jumped out of the mountain, shining on the east, west, south, and north sides of the warm and peaceful.

The action to clean up the house began. Some old chests, cabinets, and all that were cleaned up.

These are old things that didn't move away in the first place. When I opened it, I saw that there was a thick layer of dust. There was a cabinet drawer next to the ground, and it was probably leaking when it rained, and it was already thick with moldy moss.

Dad was going to take it and throw it away, but Mom was reluctant, saying that she could clean it up and dry it and then go back.

It was a four-legged vermilion lacquer cabinet for my mother's wedding, with a large dressing mirror with a large flower and phoenix in the middle. The cabinet has been at home for some years. The bright vermilion lacquer has been polished for decades, and it is a period of quiet and quiet years when it is placed there. Mom was reluctant.

I still remember when I was a child, I looked at the vermilion lacquer cabinet standing in the gray room, and felt that it was bright and noble, as if it was about to pierce the simple roof. Now I think it's in this room, and it's very appropriate. Before you know it, so many years have passed.

In a rusty iron box, Mom suddenly took out a yellowed piece of paper.

"Hey, I've been looking everywhere all these years. It was put here! Mom put the iron box on the ground, took out the letter and said.

"What's that?" I came up confused.

"I didn't know who gave you the letter." Mom handed me the yellowed paper.

I took it and it turned out to be a yellowed white envelope. Due to its age, the pale blue ink on the envelope had become mottled and mottled. The seal is still intact and does not appear to have been opened. I don't know if the handwriting inside still exists. I clutched the letter, walked out the door, and poured some boiling water to wash off the dust on my hands.

When I opened it, my brain suddenly went blank. The familiar handwriting and familiar name suddenly pulled me to that rainy afternoon many years ago. As a young man, I was standing under the apricot tree in a daze, reaching out in vain to grab the apricot leaves that were flying in the wind.

Thirty-four tablets. After so many years, I still clearly remember the number of apricot leaves that Mr. Xiaozhang gave me at the beginning. For this hard-won opportunity, I secretly lit the lamp and painted almost two nights before I could draw three barely visible leaves. I weighed it again and again, picked out the one I thought was the most satisfying, and handed it to Mr. Xiaozhang.

After Mr. Xiaozhang looked at the painting I handed to him, he pointed out a lot of shortcomings, and then observing and tracing apricot leaves became a compulsory homework for me to learn painting back then. This continued until I was able to draw a well-defined apricot leaf.

At that time, it had been a full year since I first painted apricot leaves. In a year, the moonlight of apricot blossoms blooms and falls, the sweet and sour apricots turn from green to red and then fall to the ground and rot, and the apricot leaves are born and die...... In the days when there were no fresh apricot leaves, I repeated the previous brushstrokes day by day with the memories in my mind and the dried apricot leaf bookmarks sandwiched between the books. Those days were really boring and happy.

I retracted my thoughts and began to read the letter:

Xiao Tu Ran, when you read this letter, I was already gone. It doesn't matter where you go. Importantly, there are a few things I've always wanted to make clear to you.

When the school starts this spring, you should be in the first semester of high school! That's nice! Before you know it, so many years have passed. Not long ago, I went to the school to run errands, and I saw the admission list posted by Ueno Middle School that had changed color, and your name was at the top. I'm so happy for you! Congratulations on making your dream come true! However, I still hope you don't get too proud. After all, this is just the first step in getting out. You'll have three harsh years ahead of you, and you'll have to work harder. I hope that you will keep a heart that is not arrogant and impatient, and continue to work hard.

Don't forget the original intention, you have to always. This is a Buddhist proverb given to me by a teacher I loved when I was a student. Now, I give you this sentence in the hope that you can get the life you want.

I remember two years ago, you asked me if I believed in fate. At that time, I told you that I didn't believe it, and that my fate was in my own hands. But now, Mr. Xiaozhang is going to overturn his words.

Don't be too surprised, nothing happened to make me change my mind. It's just that because you were too young at the time, it wasn't suitable to talk to you too much. So, I only said half of what I said to you that day. Actually, I didn't know much about the second half at the time, so I didn't mention it to you.

Each person's destiny is in their own hands. But everyone's fate is also in the hands of others. When you see this, are you a little confused: if your fate is in your own hands, how can you say that it is also in the hands of others? Don't rush. Listen to me slowly.

Why do I say that? Presumably three years have passed, and you yourself have a little experience of this sentence. If you look at your classmates, you'll understand what I'm saying. Many of them should have risen from Yucai Middle School and Experimental Middle School. Compared to the brutal elimination rate of Ueno Middle School, there must be more than a dozen people in your class from the same school, either Yucai Middle School or Experimental Middle School, and even several of them are classmates.

That's the cruelty of reality. Is our education now weeding out people with insufficient intelligence? Not entirely. Put your classmates at Ueno Middle School in Yucai or Experimental Middle School for three years, and many of them may be able to attend Kitahara High School. But at Ueno Middle School, they could only be eliminated from the high school entrance examination.

What is the reason for this? Environment. Different environments make different lives. We can also call it a difference in resource allocation. Ueno Junior High School is isolated in the mountains, and the level of education and teachers is very insufficient. While the students of Yucai Middle School and Experimental Middle School come and go every day with a variety of materials and tutorial classes, the students of Ueno Middle School are in addition to attending classes with a uniformly ordered class time exercise. You don't have to think about it to know that in three years, who can stand out in the high school entrance examination in the children of the two places.

You can't blame the school, and you can't blame it. The environment is so. So from the very beginning, you are faced with a life that is far more cruel than many people.