You Are My Morning Star

Life is a long road, how to go? Where? Who can predict? In the long journey of life, what is the most important? Only when you go far enough do you realize that what time cannot take away is the most precious thing. We met at the beginning of high school. The girl was a scumbag, with low self-esteem, introverted, in her own small circle, could never read or write, was confused about the future, and thought studying was boring. Boys are top academics, wear bright clothes, love to play football, tell jokes, and have a good upbringing. They are sunny and confident about their own lives. They work hard step by step for their dream of becoming an army officer. Two completely different people, the front and back desks, because of the topic that she couldn't understand after being taught three times, the dark and dull high school life of the female student finally shed a little light. Looking for that little light, she kept walking forward along the tunnel of life. When I was young, I didn't know what love was. I thought it was just an episode of youth, a throbbing moment. Ten years later, when we met again at the train station, I felt an unprecedented thrill. It took me ten years to build up my self-confidence in life, and I finally had the courage to cross the six carriages to find the man who had become a doctor. It has been a long journey, and I thought we would never meet again, but I didn't expect such an opportunity. Destiny is always joking, and the boy already has a lover whom he is talking about getting married to. Study, work, fall in love, get married. Ten years of peace, a business trip to Beijing, meeting classmates, a gaffe that I don't want to recall at all, the first time I got drunk, the first time I felt the pain of being unable to turn back on the road of life, the first time I clearly and clearly realized that the person I missed was the most important person in my life. What is love after all? Love gives us strength and takes away our strength. But looking back on the journey, what supported me step by step was the shy but determined smile of the young man at the back table who had dreams and refused to admit defeat, and his enthusiasm and willingness to spend his time teaching someone who had been given up by the teacher a long time ago. Life! It was really confusing and vigorous. After passing through it, I couldn't help but regret that moment, why I didn't persevere, speak out, fight for it, and give up forever. If there is parallel time and space, I hope they can meet and love each other and cherish each other. At that important juncture, make the choice to persist. Purpose: record