Sometimes people have to learn to let go and be content, seeing the target approaching step by step, but the body is alarming.

On an ordinary day, an ordinary student will check the student's evening self-study. At that time, the minister was still negotiating some issues, and my body began to change subtly. Weakness in the limbs, lightheadedness, and weak breathing. That's how I got sick.

I was 18 years old this year, and 18 years old is the beginning of life, but also the inspiration of life. But also this year, I was on track with my goals.

18 years old is an age that is not afraid of heaven and earth, and from that day I got sick, I went back to school to apply for withdrawal from the student union. (A few years later, when I was talking to my teacher about the events of that year, the teacher told me that a certain teacher told the school that I had a temper and did not become a minister and quit the department.) I smiled and disagreed. I just said: Forget it, you can say whatever you want to say about love, people are watching the sky, I quit because of physical reasons, I know it in my heart, I can only say that I can imagine how bad their character is) When I wanted to apply for withdrawal from the student union, my heart was cramped and helpless. I just remember that time I was like a child lost in the dark, wanting to get lost. I don't know what to do and what not to do. The voices from the outside world are even more terrifying, talking about why I quit. I could only smile and say, "I'm not in good health, go back to the class and be the class president." "Life loves to play tricks on people, but when such a thing happens when the wish is about to come true, how can I describe the confusion and helplessness in my heart?

I went to the teacher's office and went to the head teacher. My homeroom teacher is a teacher who is not expressive, unwilling to speak, and gentle as water. I still remember the head teacher telling me that I could properly pick up the pen and write my thoughts in the experience book and learn to record my experience. Organize your thoughts. I didn't believe it at first, I didn't do what she said, and I didn't even pay attention to it. The head teacher saw that I was in a state of discouragement, and she reluctantly said to me that you should give you a few days off to rest. I didn't fly happily when I got the fake note, but carried my school bag on my back. Shuttling through the road, the helpless angel began to fill my heart, except for the uncomfortable and uncomfortable. I lay in the hotel at night and cried all night......

I don't know what I'm crying about, but I know the grievances of crying and the reluctance to cry. I asked myself over and over again why I just gave up. Why did you quit like this? Why is this the case? That night, instead of sleeping, I cried all night.

Perhaps, I'm not white now, why am I crying? But I know that at that time I learned to give up. In fact, giving up is very simple, that is, letting go of the heart. Learning to regulate one's emotions is a very important thing, how can there be so much unfairness in the world, and how can there be so much fairness at all?

Why do you want to learn to give? Maybe it's God's arrangement! This is the most important gift for my 18-year-old coming-of-age ceremony! This gift is very good, at least I know what it is, and I am still very grateful and grateful for the first sacrifice in my life. Since then, it has been white, and what is given and gained, and gains and losses.