Just like every normal day, wake up in the morning and start a new day. Life is a period, and the mornings in each stage are repeated. As time goes by, these repeated memories seem to be compressed together. Sometimes, the specific situation of a certain morning suddenly comes to mind, just like a A playback of a movie clip, but I can’t remember what day it was. These compressed and adhered memories seem to have gained weight since then. They usually sit silently somewhere in my mind, but occasionally they come out with the wave of thoughts.
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In recent years, the most repeated morning has been taking the children to school. I go out at about 8:00 every morning and walk to school for about seven or eight minutes. The school requires morning reading to start at 8:15. This pattern repeats itself every school day. On the way from home to school, sometimes my children would chat with me and talk about today’s wishes. Sometimes they would remember that there was a favorite class or a delicious lunch at school today, and they would suddenly become happy and jump up and down happily. Jumping towards school. Sometimes I meet classmates who go to school together. If I like the classmate, I will shout out from all the way and catch up and walk and chat together; if I don't like the classmate, I will quietly hold my hand and hide behind my figure.
The journey to school is actually very short, but you have to cross a main road, and the morning rush hour is full of rushing cars, so you always need to be sent. One time I met a girl who was about the same child as me and she went to school by herself. When the child saw her, she asked me: "When will I go to school by myself like her?" I asked the little girl what grade she was in, and the girl replied: "Fourth grade." I also said to my son: "Probably in fourth grade, you can go to school by yourself." Even though I said that, I was thinking that I might have to finish my studies in elementary school.
In the morning, the school gate was crowded with children and parents. The children lined up in a long line, big and small, tall and short, and entered the school in order; the parents gathered around and watched their children slowly walk in. , from time to time a parent seems to have forgotten something, and squeezes in to give a few words. A few minutes later, the children entered the school one after another, and the parents piled outside the door began to disperse, dispersed into various corners of the city, and began to go about their daily lives as adults.
I walked back slowly, passed through the railings of the school, and looked inside the school. I tried hard to recall a time when I was on my way to elementary school, but I couldn't remember it clearly. Until a wall appeared, blocking my view, and there was a row of words on the wall: "...the place where dreams begin." Yes, this is where the dream begins. It is said that life is like a dream. When you wake up, you can't remember how the dream started.
In the evening, the school gate was once again crowded with people and cars parked. It may be the father who takes the children to school in the morning, but most of the people here in the afternoon are grandparents and mothers. In addition to parents, there are also many street vendors and salesmen who shuttle among the crowd handing out various training leaflets. Once, a salesman walked up to me. I thought he was selling extracurricular training classes for children, but the salesman quickly said no. He said he was not training children, but training parents. What to train for? Probably how to educate children and plan their growth paths. Oh, I was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, I shook my head and refused. Human growth is a chaotic process. It is expected that if you do this, you will get the desired results. Most of life is not like this. Thinking back, if you had planned your life carefully from the beginning, would you have gotten the results you wanted more? not necessarily. If so, how can I have the courage to torment my child? I can only take him for a short distance without any so-called destination. Go, go, I will stop slowly, and he will go where he wants to go.
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Looking at the school brings back memories of when I was still in school. The stage I remember the most is still in middle school. The middle school is a boarding school. I live in the school and get up at 6:30 in the morning to do morning exercises together. This is how the day of study begins. The learning stage in middle school is very competitive. Students are competing with each other, and teachers’ classes are also competing with each other. The most direct manifestation of competition is scores. At that time, I realized this competitive pressure probably at the end of the first year. The exam results came out, not only the scores but also the city's ranking. I got a three-digit ranking, while my deskmate got a single-digit ranking. It was probably at this time that my sense of competition suddenly awakened: The distance between me and my deskmate was less than half a desk, so the ranking shouldn’t be two orders of magnitude different.
I attributed this ranking gap to her lack of effort. I heard that she got up half an hour earlier in the morning (six o'clock) to endorse, so I decided to get up at half past five to endorse. At 5:30 in the morning, it was still dark and the electricity in the dormitory was not turned on. I could only use the street lights in the corridor outside the door. At six o'clock, a door of the girls' dormitory across from the small square opened, and my deskmate got up to endorse it. Then she saw me. From that day on, I could always see her at five-thirty. After a period of time, the competition to get up early continued as early as 4:30, but it didn't last long before it was the end of the semester again. This time my ranking has improved to double digits, and she has also dropped to double digits. The magnitude is the same and the gap has narrowed.
I think I didn't understand the significance of this ranking at that time. I was just pursuing the sense of accomplishment of rising in the rankings. This is how you study from morning to night in middle school, day after day. There were no weekend breaks at that time, and classes were normally held six days a week, with an extra half day for students in the third grade of junior high school and senior high school students. Behind such days is the society's emphasis on "one test determines life". Three major decisions in early life - where to live? Who are you with? What occupation do you have? ——At that time, it was largely determined by this test. There were six years of middle school and only three years of competition with classmates. There was a branch called "technical secondary school" on the way to the college entrance examination, which was considered a mainstream path at that time. At such a fork in the road in life, everyone chooses a different path, and it is likely that they will never meet again from now on.
The six years of middle school were a time of seizing the day. I was forced to participate in such competition in a big environment. I probably didn’t understand the meaning of it at the time, and the meaning should not be important at that time. Yes, it was a period of youth, with vigorous energy growing every day. Energy was released in such a day-to-day competition, just like the rising sun in the morning. The most important thing is to release energy. As for the meaning, it will have to wait until a few years later. We will give it to you.
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After coming out of school, I started to enter the mainstream morning and evening sports in society - the morning and evening rush hours. But in the more than ten years I have been working, there seems to be a time lag between this peak movement. In my first job, I didn’t arrive at the company until almost ten o’clock every morning. I had already missed the morning rush hour. I basically took the last bus back to the rental house after get off work in the evening. This was already the lowest point of the day. The moment I got on the last bus and left, it seemed like the day had just begun for me, and it would be my own free time until the next morning. At night, I can freely read the books I want to read, watch my favorite movies, and sometimes play a game or two of World of Warcraft after early morning. At this time, the Internet speed will be smoother, and finally I reluctantly fall asleep.
Later, my second job required me to travel to various provinces following the project. Not only did the location change frequently, but I also sometimes switched from day to night. During the period when the project was launched, I always came to the project office in the evening when the sun was setting, preparing to enter the closed production environment at night to start testing the new system, until I watched the sun rise the next morning. In such project teams, most of them are people temporarily transferred from various places. Once, a colleague came who had just returned from a dangerous foreign area. He stayed abroad for more than a year, and I was a little curious. He went to such dangerous places voluntarily. We worked together on this project from sunset to sunrise for more than a month. During the boring hours in the middle of the night, we would occasionally talk about some of his experiences abroad, and also learned about the reasons why he went there - the subsidies abroad are very high, and At that time, he was still providing education for a younger brother and younger sister. I understand that in my situation, I would not have such a choice, and people always face some situations that they have to bear, so they have different choices, and there is always a higher level behind these choices. the goal of.
When studying, the higher purpose behind the repeated day and night pattern is the college entrance examination, which is a common purpose of the group; after work, in the busy crowd in the morning and evening rush hours, everyone probably has a different purpose behind it. He is a unique individual, and he never expects to be easily understood by others.
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The winter vacation is almost over, and it’s almost time to return to the morning when you need to send your children to school, and you will see the school exterior wall with the words “Where Dreams Begin” written on it. I think many years later, like me, these days of going to and from school day and night will probably gradually fade away in children’s memories. If one day he can't remember how the dream started, he might ask me and I will tell him.
