When I re-entered the school, I didn't have any goals, I just wanted to live a comfortable life. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 It is almost unthinkable to go to university, and in our school, there are more than a few people who are admitted a year, and most of them have gone back to the furnace repeatedly and tutored several times. What's more, in our village, since ancient times, no one has been able to be admitted to a university, even a technical secondary school, a technical school or the like. People in the village say that it is impossible for anyone to be admitted to university in our village's feng shui! In addition, I used my fortune-telling skills of half a bucket of water to calculate and calculate my eight characters, and I was sure that I would not be able to go to college. In the neighboring village, there is a young man who was born on the same day and hour of the same year, the same month and the same day, and we still think that "old deeds", he also works as a farmer in the village, how can I go to university?

A year of hard work and social experience also changed my personality a lot, I became cynical, disgusted with all my studies, and was escorted to the assembly for cooperating with my classmates to forge food tickets, which made my father extremely angry. Under these circumstances, one of my classmates, Liao Qingnan, began to be enthusiastic about writing poetry and composition, and soon reached the point of fanaticism. We write one almost every day and send it to the editorial office. At that time, I heard that there was no postage for letters with a corner cut, so we all submitted envelopes with a corner cut. In the past two years, I have also published two or three articles in publications such as "Literature and Art for Middle School Students" and "Jincheng", so that I am more enthusiastic about writing, and my writing level has been greatly improved. Also because of the writing, we all made pen pals, they are Yang Huiying from Ningxia and Chen Shaofang from Fujian, about whom I will mention in the later chapters. Then there are readers, and when they see that I publish an article, they write to me almost all over the country -- it's a pleasure to write a small article and be adored by so many people. This kind of scene was only seen in those days, and now, you are writing a work with a thick brick, and you don't want any readers to write to you.

Naturally, after graduating from high school, I didn't even pass the preliminary exam, which was something I expected. My father had prepared me to go back to help, and after two years, I was much taller than I had been, and I was a strong laborer! My sister also thought that she would be able to go to Guangdong to work. However, at this time, I made the decision to tutor for a year. Because that year, more than a dozen people in our school were admitted to technical secondary schools and universities, and several of them were fresh graduates. My heart moved, I looked for the college entrance examination papers of that year, calculated my scores, and found that it was not a problem to take a secondary school exam.

For some reason, my father agreed. My sister's hope of going to Guangdong has come to naught again. She later said she cried for several nights. This year, I began to study seriously, and my grades went up quickly, but I was still very lazy in life, and I often worked with three other friends, Chen Zhan, Ayang, and Ah Xiang, in groups, swaggering on campus, and writing couplets on the door of the dormitory: Hengmei is cold to Qiubo, and I bow my head and am willing to be a single. So bored that four people took a large blank piece of paper, which we used to make drafts, and one person grabbed a corner, and then walked from the hilltop court to the poop together in full view of everyone, like the entrance ceremony of the sports meeting; Squatting in the toilet, there were bursts of sounds like constipated people pooping hard, which caused a sensation in the whole school, and the teachers couldn't cry or laugh. In those years, there were no students, teachers or even co-workers who studied in Nandu Middle School, from the 80-year-old man to the children of the teaching staff. I passed the pre-examination easily, but by the time it came to the college entrance examination, I still fell short, and I was still 7 points short of the secondary school line. I was not depressed, and I almost returned to the village with my tail between my legs, and began to resume my old business, busy in the paper workshop.

However, at this time, the head teacher Huang Zhuchang personally wrote a letter to my father, who had been a teacher in our village primary school for two years and knew my family very well. In his letter, he asked my father to let me study for another year, and said that I "must be a university talent" (more on this later). My father was moved and asked for my opinion, and after thinking about it for a few days, I angrily wrote in English on the wall of my room: Apersonwhodoesn't 'tgotothecollegeisnotatureman, and then went back to school and was ready to do it again.

Due to the blow, my flamboyant personality has also been much more restrained, and I study late at night every night, and get up early in the morning. Practice some mock questions desperately. Our Chinese teacher, Huang Liyuan, praised my article (I'll talk about it later). He and the head teacher Huang Zhuchang, two teachers surnamed Huang, are the "nobles" in my life and have helped me too much. My mother also went out to help me pray to God and Buddha, praying that I would succeed in my exams. The most important thing is that she went to the school and told me in person that he had found a few people to tell my fortune and said that he would definitely be able to pass the exam this year. This was a great encouragement to me, who is very superstitious. In the summer of 1988, I entered the examination room almost with a sad mood, and the first day of the Chinese test went very well, which provided motivation for my future subjects. After the results came out, I happened to be in the undergraduate line, and the essay was almost full marks.

I will always remember the moment I got the admission letter of the Department of Animal Husbandry and Medicine of Guangxi Agricultural University, I felt that I was going to float, my mind was blank, I walked along the road outside the school, in the cool night, everything was beautiful. That year, we had four undergraduates, which was the most brilliant in the past. But later, I was not very satisfied with the school and major I studied, because in my choice, the first choice was Changchun Normal University, and the second choice was Jilin Agricultural University, but for a rural child, being admitted means victory.

For so many years, when I returned to my hometown, I would have meditated on the slogans I had written, so much so that when my cousins said they were going to paint the walls, I told them again and again not to erase these two lines - if Zhu Zhi became a celebrity in the future, it would be a precious relic! Whenever something goes wrong at work, I think of this slogan, not so much that it is the embodiment of my faith back then, but that it is a person's belief. There are some things that you think you can't do, but as long as you have faith and perseverance, it's not very difficult to do. That's what my mother hinted at me. Later, when I asked her if she had asked the fortune teller, my mother smiled and said that she hadn't asked either, and that she had said that to reassure me. However, she did help me make a wish before God, so when I went to college, she killed chickens to thank the Almighty God.