The harsh winter is unbearable, but in the end it is sent away by time, and spring comes quietly with light steps.

The campus of the county high school has been revitalized.

A drizzle wakes up the sleeping flowers and trees, dresses them in new green clothes, and the temper of the wind is also better, no longer so dry and irritable, becomes soft and subtle, and will caress your cheeks from time to time, making you feel the intoxicating tenderness and honey. On the slender arms of the weeping willows, standing full of tender yellow and tender yellow leaves, such as the petals tied by a skillful girl in thousands of strands of silk thread, swaying with the wind, ingenious, intoxicating.

The arrival of spring also sounded the final clarion call for the college entrance examination, and I gradually woke up from the state of chaos. I started to get nervous and re-recognize the urgency of my current learning tasks.

Time flies, and we don't have time to prepare for many things. After entering the third year of high school, my grades still did not improve much, my total score hovered between the upper middle and lower average, and the college dream seemed to be imminent.

I was numb to the exams, the scores of the test papers of each subject wandered between passing and good, and I was like a directionless boat, drowning in the endless storm and rain of books and questions all day long. Confused, stuck, and sometimes disappointed and hopeful, full of illusions about the future and worried about the state of reality.

Exams, re-exams, all kinds of exams bombarded in turn, so I don't have any time to think about anything other than studying, Dagang and I are in the same class, two months of conversation between the two of us did not exceed ten sentences, almost do not know each other, we are like machines, in the morning by the alarm clock of our own biological clock to wake up, at noon to the cafeteria to refuel, at night to twist the clockwork and put ourselves on a fixed iron railing bed, the next day and the other week.

I didn't even have the urge to go to the playground to meet Ding Ling, I didn't see each other for months, and my classmates were all pale and mechanically sluggish, in vivid contrast to the vitality of spring outside the window.

On a sunny afternoon, the Chinese teacher ran into the classroom in high spirits, stood on the podium, held a book in his hand, and shouted loudly to the class: "Everyone, be quiet, and report good news to everyone!" ”。

He paused, looking at the tired faces of the class who had been lifted from the sea of books, "I have good news for everyone, our big classmates, his essay won the municipal special prize and the national first prize in the national essay contest last month!" The article has been published in this book, everyone is welcome to subscribe, and everyone congratulates the students of the great country! He took the lead in clapping to me, and the class was quiet for a moment, then burst into applause.

"The articles of the students of the great country are very literary and have profound educational significance, and I hope everyone will read them."

The Chinese teacher was a little excited. As a matter of convention, as a Chinese teacher, I also owe my award to his guidance.

Looking at all kinds of eyes from all corners of the class, my face flushed, I didn't tell anyone about the submission, although the contest essay is public, but everyone is busy preparing for the college entrance examination, and there will be few people in the graduating class of the school to prepare for this matter seriously, besides, I am still a science student, so including my good friend Dagang, I didn't tell him, the result of the award was something I didn't expect, the content of the writing was some of my feelings when I was at a low point, and I wrote about how I was in difficult family conditions, The story of being bohemian, not studying well, and then suddenly reflecting and being a new person, I think it is a kind of emotional catharsis, and I don't want anyone to know that the article was written by me secretly in the dormitory after the lights went out, and I hid it under the covers with a flashlight on the manuscript paper. The Chinese teacher's announcement of the award made me feel as if I had been lifted off the quilt all of a sudden. There was not a hint of joy, but an embarrassment.

The difficult life of high school, the hard support of my family, the people and things in the county, the cynicism of my teachers and homeroom teachers about my grades, and the intentional alienation of outstanding classmates have made me sad and joyful in the past few years, as if I don't have too much enthusiasm for anything. I lost the anger that my peers should have, melancholy, composed, and preoccupied.

After the Chinese teacher finished the briefing, he looked at my calm and strange expression, a little surprised, and the class quickly returned to peace, quietly, as if nothing had happened.

The Chinese teacher left the classroom with the book in his hand, I didn't look at him, my eyes turned to the window, and outside the window, a colorful bird, landed on the fork of the branch near the window, turned its head to look at me, as if smiling at me.

The news that my article won the award became news in the county, and a male science student won the highest honor as a liberal arts student, and the news itself was a hot topic.

The county will hold a flag-raising ceremony every Monday, after the flag-raising ceremony, the whole school gathers, the school leaders speak to arrange teaching tasks, or inform the school-wide rewards and punishments for teachers and students, the second week of my award, the assembly will add an agenda, and the school broadcaster will read my article in front of the teachers and students of the whole school, and the significance is unknown. When the school announcer read my article with affection and choked voice, the whole school would burst into warm applause, and the classmates who knew me who stood around me would cast envious, pity, and cherished glances at me, as if I was really the prodigal son described in the article, who did not wake up from his mistakes, but was reborn in their gaze.

My body trembled slightly, and after listening to my article and reading it from someone else's mouth, I felt that I was caught by the protagonist of the article, burrowed into my body, crushed my heart, tore my soul, and only a sentence of my body remained, and I threw it in the square, thrown in the crowd and spurned. The experience of the protagonist of the article made me feel ashamed of myself.

I became the target of attention for some specific groups, which was a disaster for me who was about to take the college entrance examination.

"You see, he's the one who won the prize in the big country, the science class."

"Oh my God, he's so short, he's ugly!"

"Shh————,h

"What are you afraid of, he can't hear it, hmph, it is said that his family is quite poor, it seems that it is true."

"The article is well written, I guess it's personal experience."

"Yes, yes, who would write it without personal experience?"

"It seems that he was lucky to win the award!"

"Alas, my family is not poor, if my family is poor, I guess I will also win a prize."

"Hey, hey, hey......"

.......

When I go out, there are always people gathered and pointing fingers at me.

The teachers also began to pay attention to me again, as if I could write well, there should be other potentials that had not yet been developed, and the only way the teachers paid attention to it was the test scores, and my peaceful life was disrupted again.

"Big country, you didn't do well in the exam this time."

"Great country, the teacher knows that you have potential, as long as you work hard, you will definitely be fine!"

"You are a seedling who has been admitted to a key university, don't give up, come on."

"I didn't give up on you, the teacher believes in you, you have to believe in yourself!"

"The school leaders are very concerned about you, you have to take your grades to the next level and study hard!"

Teachers kept talking to me about my mock exam results, about my recent status, and even about my future.

I hid from the crowd, avoided the teacher, got into the bed at night, and shivered in my dreams.

I didn't expect an award-winning essay to have such a negative impact on my life, and if I had known that there would be such an ending, I would have preferred that my writing would have been completely thrown aside and no one would have cared about it.

However, these blows were not enough, and my worst fears happened.

One night after school, I went to the school's boiling water room with a thermos to get hot water, put the pot away, and just turned on the faucet to release the water, a familiar and beautiful figure walked in, that is the person I don't want to see recently.

When Ding Ling saw me, she greeted me with a smile. "Big country, fetch water."

"Ah, ah, yes." I was a little nervous for some reason, and her face shone brightly in the dim light.

I haven't seen her for a few months, I stared at her a little out of shape, she probably noticed my gaze, and smiled slightly, "Big country, the article is well written, and it won an award, yes, listening to the school radio and reading it, it's really touching." ”

"Well, well, nothing, nothing, nonsense." What worries me the most is Ding Ling's attitude towards my article.

I wanted to explain something about the article, but I opened my mouth and didn't know how to start with it.

Her comment made me a little restrained and a little uneasy, is there something wrong with the content of the article? Ding Ling won't misunderstand me because of the article, right? I thought to myself, and I couldn't help but be stunned.

"Great country, your kettle is full. Water, water! Ding Ling suddenly exclaimed. The water overflowed and flowed all over the ground.

I frantically turned off the faucet, picked up the kettle, and fled the water room.

Outside the water room, night had quietly fallen, and behind the darkness, I seemed to hear a shallow sigh.

I sometimes wonder if if I changed the topic and won a first prize for my essay, would it be a different ending? However, this can only be an assumption. A small fame, what does it bring me is more than distress?

Both good and bad things will eventually become a story of the past.

It was an honor to become famous in one fell swoop, but in the eyes of me, who was sensitive and fragile at the time, I avoided it, because I was not yet able enough to bear the additional effects it bringed, I was too young, and I still needed more hardships and growth, so that I could calmly face the prodigal son depicted in my article, and calmly complete my transformation in the eyes of thousands of people, and really become strong and bravely bear everything.