This is an essay question for elementary school students. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info can also be an essay question for any grade level. I've written it many times, but it's not easy to write it well. I remember we used to want to be teachers, scientists, musicians, etc., and now it's ridiculous to think about it.

Actually, my ideal is very simple. In 1983, I took a leave of absence from school and stayed at home. I must have been frightened by countless farm work, and I got the news that the county highway bureau was recruiting workers for the exam, and I was a road worker who repaired the road. The excitement of having a quota for the agricultural population is indescribable. I just wanted to get out of the countryside, I wanted to be a worker, even if it was a road builder -- that was my dream at that time, a very strong idea.

Later, I took the test countless times, but none of them were unforgettable. I still remember that one of the mistakes I corrected was "our top priority now...... so that when many places in the future, including CCTV, made such mistakes, I was heartbroken. There is also a term to explain, which is "gold and jade are lost in it", but that time I fell off the list.

After re-studying, I kept trying. I just wanted to take a secondary school exam, and I wanted to get out of the countryside. I want to be like the sixth uncle in our village, I can work as a worker in the county, because the sixth uncle is so spirited, he has taken a train, seen an airplane, and can say anything strange. However, it is not easy to be admitted to a secondary school in a township high school! Do you think that today's college students mainly want to go to, and there is no secondary school that can't go to college, let alone a subsidized secondary school. For two years in a row, I was named Sun Shan, and I was actually brushed off in the preliminary examination in the first year, and I didn't even have to take the college entrance examination. I really doubt the feng shui of my hometown, there is really no one who can pass the test, there is no precedent for hundreds of years. However, if you take the current perspective and aim to be admitted to university, you will laugh off your big teeth - now only you want to study, and universities have.

However, there was no turning back from the bow. I insisted on studying, even though my father was deeply disappointed in me. Mr. Huang Zhuchang, the homeroom teacher at that time, wrote a letter to my father, convinced that I was a "university talent". At the critical moment, my father gave in, and I had to continue studying. So, in 1988, I was admitted to the undergraduate program - it was too powerful in a township high school, which was not my ideal. I'm still dizzy.

After being admitted to university, facing too many classmates, I suddenly realized the true meaning of "there is a sky outside the sky". Perhaps, my lack of interest in the profession itself is the main reason for my restlessness. At that time, although the college entrance examination was still a situation of "thousands of troops crossing the single-plank bridge", the commodity economy of "everything is of high quality, only reading drops" has been surging. At that time, regardless of whether they could pass the college entrance examination or not, rural youths could go to the city in the form of "part-time work" and live the life of urban people that Mr. Zhu had dreamed of. I was frustrated. It seems that Mr. Zhu Zhi thought that only the "Huashan Road" of the university entrance examination could attack a certain high ground, and after I tried my best to go up, I realized that many people who were not as skilled as me had already taken the lead. Like Zhang Sheng, Li Si, and Wang Ermazi, how can they be? However, with their inherent resources, although they did not have the college entrance examination, their lives were more nourishing than Zhu Zhu. A more apt analogy would be to have a cake in a secret room, and whoever was supposed to read well could eat it. However, when a group of scholars flocked to the school, the rules changed: whoever had the ability could eat. So, Zhang San is stronger than me, Li Si is rich, and he disdains this little cake and buys it elsewhere. And Wang Er Mazi's uncle was the doorkeeper in the secret room, so he let him in early. So, I didn't even get a single hair.

So, my dream changed again, and I wanted to be a writer: you can go to the city, but you can't write books, right? So, starting in 1989, I went on a creative frenzy, when there were no computers, and I had to copy word by word, and I couldn't make mistakes. At most, I can copy 2-30,000 words a day. From 1989 until I graduated, I published a large number of poems, essays, essays, novellas, short stories, and even press releases in "Youth Literature", "Guangxi Literature", "Golden Age", "Golden Years", "Essays", and "College Students". Then, I became a writer and was frustrated again. I didn't expect the ideal to be so easy to achieve, and then I sank into silence. It reminds me of my fellow countryman, Mr. Li Dong, with whom I have a relationship and who wrote "The Comedy of the Bugs" for the magazine I edited. More than 30 years ago, Wang Yungao and Li Dong co-wrote the novel "Caiyun Returns", which was a very popular novel at that time. "Caiyun Returns" was published in People's Literature in May 1979 and won the second National Outstanding Short Story Award. "Caiyun Returns" can be said to be a landmark peak of Guangxi literature. However, after he returned from Fujian, his life was difficult, so he went to open a snack shop, and later, I heard that he had died. What if he won a national award? What about the ink (hometown dialect: refers to a high level of learning)? Isn't it impoverished?

Before the Spring Festival in 2008, I received a message from my former colleague Liu Zhongxian without warning, he had been working in the "Nanning Evening News" for 10 years, and he had worked well, but he said that he was going to resign and go back to Longlin County to plant trees and raise sheep! From then on, for several years, he lived on that mountain with no electricity and no water. Later, my colleague Huang Junping also went to live there. In 2014, he actually went to Thailand to become a teacher, which stunned us (on the eve of the Year of the Goat in 2015, he came back from vacation in Thailand, and he learned Thai in just three months, which surprised us again). He, Junping, Guangsheng and others came to visit me again, and I was moved). This kind of leisurely life is my ideal, and it is impossible to achieve it. Later, I read an article called "One Man's Peach Blossom Spring" about a teacher who disappeared from this world for more than ten years, left everything behind in the early 90s, and escaped into the mountains with his wife Zhang Mei, who is also a teacher at Peking University, to find the "Peach Blossom Spring" in their hearts. The outside world follows a path opposite to his. When the two drift apart, it's really enviable.

Now, my ideals have changed. Reform and opening up told me that except for money, all ideals are pale. However, Mr. Zhu Yu can't be an official, and second, he doesn't have the courage to enter the mixed society, so he can't do anything. The philosopher once said: Those who have strength rely on strength, and those who have no ability rely on fantasy. That's right. Mr. Zhu often wanders the lottery shops, tirelessly buying lottery tickets with his limited and meagre private money, hoping to win a jackpot - this has become my latest ideal.

Looking at my poor figure in the lottery shop, my family only used three words to describe me: neurotic!

I think they're right.

What now? My ideal is simple, I just want to cure my illness. Let me walk and talk freely. But is that day coming soon? In the rehabilitation department, God did not play his cards according to common sense at all. There are many people who have suffered from cerebrovascular accidents like me, and a young girl, only 17 years old, actually has a cerebral hemorrhage. If it is appropriate to use the couplet of the lottery shop, the left couplet is: people are not divided into men and women, young and old; Right link: the land does not matter east and west, north and south; Side-by-side: Everyone is equal before doom.

In fact, people's ideals are changing all the time. It has been said that there are two very different ideals, one is getting worse; The other, on the contrary, is getting worse. The first is that a person aspires to be a president when he is a child, and only when he grows up does he realize his absurdity, so he becomes "not bad to be a provincial governor", and it is even more difficult to be a provincial governor, so he dreams of being a "mayor", "county mayor", "town mayor", and finally he can't be a village head. The second kind is like Mr. Zhu Zhi, who wants to be a cadre when he becomes a worker, wants to be an official when he becomes a cadre, and wants to be a big official when he becomes a small official.

The world is so swift that I have to run as fast as I can catch up with them.

So, I still have an ideal, I feel that people like me who are middle-aged and sick, from the pillar of a family to the drag on the family, are really the most pitiful people. I have always thought that we are walking too fast, so that "overwork to death", "overwork and disability", every year there are 400,000 people in our country, the so-called white-collar workers have become the easiest people to recruit, we are desperate to move forward, walk briskly, never care about the scenery around us. So I want to set up a "slow fund" to help countless people like me. However, to set up a fund, a minimum of 8 million is required, which is simply impossible. Perhaps, like "Yugong Moves Mountains", one day someone will see Zhu Zhi so embarrassed, so he took out 8 million and set up a foundation, how beautiful it is. Of course, I am not like Ms. Gu, who set up a foundation at random, and many large enterprises have donated hundreds of millions of yuan without much effort.

There is a passage in the book, called the 10 most helpless things in life: one is the passage of time, the second is the origin without choice, the third is inexplicable loneliness, the fourth is helpless forgetting, the fifth is the eternal past, the sixth is the ridicule of others, the seventh is the incorrigible like, the eighth is the person who has left you, the ninth is the pain of illness, and the tenth is the carelessness of powerlessness.

Actually, people, it's good to live.