http://www.yayacui.com That year, I failed the college entrance examination again with a gap of 7 points. I don't know how to describe my feelings at that time. I only vaguely remember that day, I hid alone on a mountain waist where no one usually goes. I lay on the yellow earth that gave birth to me and quietly lit a box of inferior cigarettes that I had secretly bought, smoking them one by one desperately, staring blankly at the sky. I didn't know how to face myself, my parents who toil in the fields, or the endless gossip and strange looks from the villagers. At that moment, I felt utterly hopeless! This article comes from Youth Digest Website. I lay on that mountain waist all day, thinking about the various bad attitudes of my father and mother towards me, as well as my future path. In the evening, an elderly villager passing by called me home. I forgot how I entered the house, but I clearly remember that my father went to my childhood friend's house in the village to look for me. My mother didn't say a word, just stood in the room with her hands crossed. From her anxious expression and the unshed tears in her eyes, I knew that my mother, who had never been to school, didn't know how to comfort her child! When my father came in, I didn't see the scene I had imagined. He was smiling, simply asked where I had gone, then talked to me about some truths about success and failure, and then took out a cigarette, the same inferior kind that I had bought, squatted on the threshold, and happily chatted with the elder about farm work. On my father's smiling face, I saw his loneliness and pain. I understood that it wasn't that my father didn't care about me, nor was it that my father was a coarse person who didn't understand education. At that moment, I was speechless with emotion! Youth Digest E-Magazine During the long holiday, I shut myself off. To avoid facing the gossip and strange looks from the villagers, after filling out my junior college application, I packed my bedding and went to a construction site in the city to do hard labor, temporarily cutting off contact with all my friends. That period was the most impactful on my thoughts. Every morning, I got up at five or sometimes four o'clock, and sometimes I didn't even have time to wash my face before going up to the roof to work. Those days, I used a shovel as my pen, mortar as my ink, and the rooftop as my notebook, writing diaries about those unforgettable days. Such days continued for more than a month until I received an admission notice from a university within the province, and then I quietly went to school. Content from www.qnwz.cn http://www.yayacui.com